pairing/wc; mingi x f.reader, 2.4k warnings; smut, praise kink, hand fetish, fingering, cussing, dirty talk, public sex, voyeurism (if you squint a little) summary; staring at your friend’s hands for too long turned into something you didn’t expect a/n: day one of 12 days of christmas in collab with @hongism and @choijjongho​!!

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You sip on your hot chocolate, eyes focused on Mingi. Well, not him, his hands. It’s something that you’ve kept to yourself for a while. Always noticed how large they were, soft. You’ve grown to almost look forward to seeing him just so that you can make an excuse to touch his hands. It’s not like you like him (that’s a story for another day), it’s just admiring. Nothing more. At least, that’s what you’re trying to convince yourself.

Summary: Request, ask, beg. Similar words, different implications. Tonight, let’s use the latter.

Pairing: Yunho x gn!reader

Genre: Smut

TW: none apply

CW: Begging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, consent isn’t explicitly mentioned but HAS been established!, hands free orgasm.

Word count: 741 (nice and quick)

Part of the 12 days of xxxmas series

Asking for things is normal. Asking for things is necessary. All people do it.

So why does the sound of you requesting something, even the simplest, most innocent of things, send the blood straight to Yunho’s dick?

Yunho first realised the sound of your voice, laced with neediness, did, let’s say, things to him when Wooyoung teased you one time, and the pretty little perfect words, “Wooyoung, please, please just stop it now,” left your mouth with such desperation. Yunho had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

» c.san x fem!reader » 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, unprotected sex, nipple play, praise, marking, manual stimulation, handjobs, creampie, soft sex, shower sex, piv, nipple piercings, fingering, service top san » wc 2.5k » link to masterlist

it’s the sound of your bedroom door creaking that wakes you up. perhaps that should be concerning seeing as how you didn’t hear the front door to your apartment open at all, but you know exactly who’s come home just from looking over at the clock on your bedside table.

“san?”

“shh, go back to bed, baby. i’m sorry for waking you.”

you shake your head in a stubborn attempt to fight the sleep from your body, sitting up on your elbows to watch your lover slip further into your shared home. somewhat shared. mostly shared, you suppose, given his god-awful schedule.

“how was work?”

“busy,” he sighs, giving up on his ploy to get you to sleep again. it must have been a lot more than busy if he’s giving up on his stubbornness this quickly. “practice ran later than i thought it would, i’m sorry.”

“stop apologizing and come to bed.”

“i need to shower still. you just changed the sheets, don’t let me fuck them up this quickly.” san pushes further into the bedroom, dropping his bag near the dresser as he strips off his tee. through the darkness, you see him fling the garment over to the side and watch it land in the basket of dirty clothes you keep near the bathroom. he continues into the same bathroom with just his sweatpants clinging to his hips.

Amative | JYH

Member: dom!Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: Soft smut

Words: 407

Prompt(s):

30. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

37. “You’re mine.”

117. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Blindfold Yunho x f.reader Genre: Smut Words: 3.8k Warnings: Not really any warnings but we’re into blindfolding and major teasing here, folks. Birthday sex.

Authors Note: I hope that writing this will quench my thirst and make him stop haunting my dreams. Please suffer with me.

» s.mingi x fem!reader » 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, mutual masturbation, long distance relationship things, video call sex, dirty talk, manual stimulation, fingering, sex toys, slight degradation » wc 2.3k » link to masterlist

“did you remember to lock the door this time?” you ask as you settle onto your mattress, phone over to the side and facing up to the ceiling.

“yeah, i did, but no one comes in here without knocking anyway,” mingi responds. his voice comes out a little muffled thanks to how you have the phone stuck between your blanket and comforter. you send him a look that he can’t see thanks to how he’s eyeing his door again.

“you said that last time, and guess what happened? hongjoong fucking walked in. and saw my bare ass on display.”

“that was a one-off thing! and he doesn’t even remember it either!”

warnings: smut, afab reader, penetrative vaginal sex, size kink, creampie.

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“you’re never here mingi, and I get it - you’re an idol, and I agreed to date you despite the sacrifice that would come with dating an idol - yes, but you have to see where I’m coming from, right?” you don’t know how it had gotten this far. maybe if you weren’t so blinded by hurt and rage of his absence you could see that this was inevitable. that months of tension, small fights and repressed emotions could have built up to this explosion, but you refused to be rational right now. you had tried that. and it had gotten you nowhere but more and more frustrated and feeling neglected. “at this point, I might as well just say I don’t have a boyfriend!” you stomped your right foot down on the floor, and even to you that felt overly childish, but you didn’t care.

mingi looked to you from the closet he was currently standing in front of, changing into his sleepwear which consisted of briefs and no shirt. “really, y/n?” that simple response pissing you off further. “I try to spend as many nights as I can here at your place, text you every day when I’m not here, FaceTime you in-between schedules - what more do you want? like you said; you agreed to date me despite the difficulties we knew would come with us dating.” you could see his temper quickly flaring. finally a reaction.

“if you can’t figure it out then I don’t know what to tell you.” you mumble just to edge him on further, crossing your arms, “do you even want to be in this relationship?” despite how stupid it is, despite you knowing you shouldn’t say that, you let the words fly out of your mouth before your brain can catch up.

mingi has always been a peaceful and gentle person. in fact, until now, you don’t think he’s ever actually gotten genuinely angry at you. annoyed and frustrated, sure. but angry? no. and you’ve given him plenty of reasons to with your pettiness, stubbornness and just plain annoying antics - that even you admit would anger you. how he puts up with you? you don’t know. he’s truly an angel sent from heaven.  but now, you can see the anger flood his usually shining, bright, happy eyes. he takes a breath, running his fingers through his hair, and you know he’s trying to repress himself. he walks over to you, who’s currently standing by the end of your bed. “do you want to talk - like actual adults so I can know exactly what pissing you off? instead of just letting this escalate?” he asks, clearly trying to subside his anger and frustration. though you can still hear the underlying anger behind his clipped words.

you roll your eyes and keep your arms crossed like a child. “no mingi, I don’t feel like spelling it out for you.” then you huff and look back up at him. “why don’t you go back to the dorm since you seem to be better at keeping distance between us rather than showing you love and care about me. and frankly, I’m tired and just want to sleep right now.” then you turn to begin making your way to the side of your bed to get in. “you can find your way out.” you mumble as you pull the blankets back.

however, before you can say or do anything else, you feel mingi’s large hands grasp your upper arms and turn you around, his pillowy lips meeting yours in an instantly passionate kiss. you barely have time to react before he’s pushing you back and into your bed, crawling on top of you in the process. “you want me to show you I care and love you?” he mumbles against your lips. and you can’t help but moan into his mouth, your lower stomach warming up by his sudden change in demeanor. “then I’ll show you, you spoiled girl.” he continues as his hand moves up to rest on your neck, not even adding pressure, but just resting there, and somehow it’s such a mingi thing to do and you can’t help but melt at the gesture.

you whimper and thread your fingers into his hair as you hear him mess with his boxers, then suddenly feel his long hot cock press into your bare thigh. almost as if on their own accord, your legs fall further open to fit him in-between them. “mingi…” you don’t even know what you’re pleading for as you drag your nails up his bare back. a mouth watering groan escapes his throat as he bucks his hips into yours, his already stiff cock pressing into you through your pajama shorts and panties. and although there are two pieces of clothing between you two, you can still feel just enough of him that it has you wet in seconds as he continues pressing into you, and it’s almost enough, you could almost get off on just this, but you want to feel him - need to feel him closer to you. “mingi I nee-” 

“stop talking. you’ve done enough of that tonight.” he snaps as he sits up and tugs your panties and shorts off simultaneously, tugging you down the bed slightly with how harsh he pulled them down. “you wet enough?” he asks, quickly spitting on his hand and reaching down between your legs to make sure you’re slick enough for him while stretching you out with three fingers slowly pumping into you. you let out a lewd moan, you can’t remember when the last time you felt his fingers in you, and it feels euphoric to have him touching you. your hips buck up, trying to get him to hit that one spot in you that’s begging for friction. but he teases you, just barely pushing his fingers into you, only enough to have you feeling them, but not enough to give you the full pleasure you’re now desperate for.

you groan, partially in pleasure but mostly in frustration. “mingi, I swear to god, please,” but instead of sounding threatening you sound pathetic, even to your own ears. “I need to feel yo-” but again, he cuts you off as he pulls his fingers out and quickly fills you up with his thick cock, making you gasp. “oh fuck mingi!” you grip onto his shoulders as he settles himself over you, pressing his hips into yours.

he doesn’t leave time between entering you and his second thrust as he begins a fast and steady pace. “you know why I’m giving in? why I’m not making you beg, or why I’m not holding out like I should after the way you were talking?” he asks pulling down the neck of your shirt without breaking his pace, as his teeth nibble on your collarbones.

you can barely process what he’s saying as you feel every part of his cock drag against your walls with each delicious stroke. but you still manage a shake of your head as you wrap your legs around his waist and thread your fingers into his now damp hair, pulling him further into you, making him reach the deepest part of you and you both let out long moans.

this seems to push him on, and instead of long hard strokes, he switches it up and his hips speed up, the pace now becoming quick bruising snaps into yours. the tip of his cock almost in constant touch with your soft spot and suddenly It feels like you’re plunging quickly towards your release. mingi peppers kisses across your chest as he continues, “you drive me insane, you see what you do to me?” he mumbles as he drags his lips up your neck to your jaw. “you haven’t even done anything but frustrate me, yet I can’t stop loving you. how could you doubt that i love you when you literally have me wrapped around your pinky. don’t ever doubt it,” he accentuates his point with a rough thrust into you and lets out another groan into the crook of your neck. “fuck-” he breathes, and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on keeping the strokes of his thrusts, almost determined to bruise your hips with the strength behind them and his grip on your hips.

“mingi, I’m close, so close, please, baby -” you choke out, so painfully close to your release.

mingi leans back to look at you and simply shake his head. “not yet, you need to show me you hear what I’m saying baby,”

you can barely focus and shake your head again, “I can’t, I don’t -”

mingi chuckles at you mockingly. and it’s probably the most attractive thing you’ve seen. he’s gleaming in a light sheen of sweat from the strength and stamina he’s using, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, his eyes almost mean in a teasing manner and you have to focus hard to not cum right then and there despite the delicious drag of his hot thick cock against your pulsing walls. “c’mon, you were able to mouth off earlier, I’m sure you can do it baby,” his grip on your hips tightens almost painfully in a warning manner as his hips snap roughly into yours, pushing you up the bed slightly. 

“I won’t say things like that again. I promise.” you whimper out, just wanting to get it over with to reach your release that’s just there out of reach but you can’t have it yet. however mingi makes it that much harder to resist when he lands a quick slap to your swollen bud and you yelp, your hips jerking. “you love me,” you add quickly.

he raises an eyebrow up at you. “and?”

“and i shouldn’t doubt it.” you rush out, lifting your hips to get him to pick up his pace that he had slowed down.

he smirks and picks up on your hint and begins his brutal pace again. you let out a moan as your hands tangle in the sheets underneath you, trying to find anything to keep you grounded, though it barely helps as you continue to slowly move up the bed from the force of his cock thrusting into you. however before your head meets the headboard, mingi leans down and places both his large hands on either side of your head, framing it to keep you in place as he keeps his eyes fixated on the spot where he disappears into you as he hammers his hips into yours, chasing his and your release.

your hands fly up to grip his biceps as you plunge into your high suddenly, your mouth opening in a silent scream. your own release triggering mingi’s as his hips begin stuttering then pressing into you as he fills you up with a deep groan into your neck. his arms encircling your waist as your hips stay pressed together and you feel mingi’s heart hammering against your chest. you groan, this time in discomfort and mingi, back to his soft self looks up in concern. “you left my shirt on and now I’m all sticky and sweaty.” you pout at him.

he giggles, his eyes shining like they have stars in them. “my bad,”

you smile as your roll your eyes. then look back at him as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sorry.” you whisper as his eyes watch yours. “ I didn’t mean anything I said. I get childish and stubborn, and how you handle me like that without pulling out your hair is beyond me.” you then press a soft kiss into his before continuing. “but I thank you for continuing to love me despite my childish ways of dealing with things. and I also never regret deciding to date you and love you. you’re worth it all.”

mingi gives a cute laugh again and kisses your cheek. “first of all, I deal with your cute childish and stubborn butt because you’re worth it too. and second of all, I don’t pull my hair out cause I don’t think me and bald would be a good combination.”

you laugh, this time a full on head thrown back kind of laugh. “you’re such a dork mingi!”

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➠ warnings/tags: gender neutral reader, shower sex, eating out (reader receiving), slight nipple play, fluff.

➠ notes: tribute to the og shower sex writer~ >:) aka one of the loveliest humans i know,,

➠ tagging: @binniesblankie​, @delicatewerewolfsoul​, @hardskz​, @ifyournameischoisanpleaseloveme​, @lovesjenmoong​, @poutychangbinnie​, @prettyjoongs​, @seonghwabrainworms​.

Yunho likes the way the droplets of water dot your skin. It makes you seem like a dewed-up flower in the early morning, and it makes him want to cradle you and never let go.

He likes the way water dots your eyelashes, crystals weaved all over and making you look absolutely glorious. The way you get slightly disoriented from your hazy vision makes his heart burst.

He also likes the way your nipples get so sensitive under the steady stream of water, stiffening and being so, so deliciously receptive to any of his touches, wetness pooling between your legs, clinging to your thighs as a consequence of his ministrations.

"Is that my hoodie?" your boyfriend had asked as he sat on the edge of the bed while you lay on your stomach, playing video games. "Maybe it is," you had shyly answered.

San had smirked at you, grabbing the sleeve of the garment and pulled. You had tried to squirm away but it was no use. Your boyfriend was much stronger, having been spending most of his free time at the gym.

Once he had a hold of you, he could easily tell it was indeed his hoodie you were wearing. A light grey one without a logo or any print. Once he had you in his arms, your game was forgotten as San peppered small kisses all over your face.

Soft, fluttering kisses turned into a heated makeout session and before long, San had rid you of your leggings and you were currently on top of him, his sweats and boxers pushed halfway down his thighs, and his cock buried deep inside you.

The only thing that could be heard over your breathy moans was the background music of your long forgotten game as you slowly rode your boyfriend. He looked up at you through half opened eyes, lips parted slightly. "Fuck," he groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Don't stop," he murmured, his hands moving to squeeze your thighs. He didn't stop there, sliding his hands up under the hoodie to grab your waist. "Come on, baby," he purred. "I know you can move faster than that," he added.

Leaning over slightly, you rested your hands against the mattress on either side of San's head and lifted your hips, his cock easily sliding in and out of you as you moved. You heard the sheets beneath the two of you rustle as your boyfriend no doubt planted his feet to take control as he often did.

"I'm sorry, baby," you heard him breathe. "I know you want to take your time, but I'm impatient," he added before thrusting up to meet your hips. A soft cry fell from your lips, fingers curling into the sheets as you held on.

"That's it," you heard San say. "You always take my cock like a good girl." You mewled in response as he continued to fuck you from his position. "You keep moaning like that and I'll flip you over and fuck you like you deserve."

He always knew exactly what to say to get the best response from you and this time was no different as the words coming from him caused you to moan his name, your walls squeezing him tightly. Without warning, San sat up, knocking you back onto the bed before he grabbed your hips and gave you a mischievous smile. "What did I say, babygirl?" he asked.

"You really think I wouldn't moan when you keep saying such dirty things," you whimpered. San's smile widened as he pushed the hoodie up past your breast. "Hold on tight, baby," he said as he gripped your sides again, his smile accompanied by an equally mischievous glint in his eye.

⎘ pairing: gn!reader × song mingi.

⎘ genre: angst, fluff.

⎘ warnings: mentions of an argument.

⎘ word count: 980.

⎘ author’s note: this is from one of my old writing blogs (for a fandom outside of kpop) and i just couldn’t stop thinking about rewriting it with mingi because i miss him.

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➠ request: “mingi 🥺with reader with an oral fixation? 👉👈theres a lack of finger sucking in the tags hehe” —Anonymous.

➠ warnings/tags: NSFW | gender neutral reader, finger sucking, (MINGI’S FINGIES), oral fixation, this is soft and sweet.

➠ notes: aaaa omg I’m so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it, honey!!! I spent time looking at mingi’s hands – for research – and I must say I really enjoyed writing this. :)

➠ tagging: @binniesblankie, @delicatewerewolfsoul, @hardskz​, @ifyournameischoisanpleaseloveme​, @lovesjenmoong​, @needyateez​, @prettyjoongs​, @seonghwabrainworms​, @soobinssmile​.

“I wanna suck you off,” you pout at Mingi for the umpteenth time, and he mirrors your expression.

“I’m tired,” he whines, refusing to budge. Something goes off in his head, then, and his features slowly smooth out into an expression of consideration.

“Mingi, please,” you say at length, fidgeting as you kneel on the floor, watching him where he’s slumped on the couch. You’re not even expecting anything more, you just want something in your mouth. It feels empty, you need something, but he’s not in the mood to give you that and it’s making you feel so antsy— “I know you’re tired, baby, I’m sorry about that. I just… need…”

You’d even settle for your fingers, but they’re too small compared to what you’re craving, and you know you won’t be satisfied because they’re exactly what you’d stopped sucking on, minutes before Mingi got home.

“Shh, I got you,” Mingi eventually mumbles, cooing as he takes in your agitation. “Do you wanna… suck on my fingers?”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 5.6k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : san + female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : tired sannie ): wet dreams, (very small hint of) masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink?? cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, somnophilia, consent isn’t stated but implied, i think there’s something like cum eating? but only a bit

𝐞𝐱𝐭 : only calling this a timestamp because i failed to come up with a title .

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San stands in front of his bathroom mirror fresh out the shower, his dark hair slicked back and forehead exposed, spraying a light mist of cologne onto his collarbones. It’s been quite a while since he’s seen (touched) you, and he’s got his housemates and his boss to blame for that.

The boys for the obvious reason that they were a bunch of rascals who made it their personal mission to cockblock him and his girlfriend whenever she was around. It was either they’re all at home embarrassing the poor boy or there was one of them that was home, whether it was Wooyoung who had fallen ill or Yeosang who just wanted to stay in that day.

Along with them, his workload in the office increased for the week due to an upcoming event at the company, it led to more hours in the office and less snuggling up in your arms. It didn’t help that every after work he’d head on over to the gym and exercise out of strict discipline and habit. So basically his exhaustion levels were high. But that didn’t matter because tonight was gonna be a good one.

After the constant back and forth of ‘i miss you’ texts between you and the man, he finally had enough. He needed to see you, to kiss you, to touch you. All he wants is a few hours with you, to hear your voice, preferably moaning for him; to feel your skin against his and the clench of your tight walls around him. Was that too much to ask for?