Warnings: smut, they fuck in a confessional booth I hope no one gets offended this time đĽ´đĽ´
A/N: itâs back hhhhh made this one for the nonny server and for you Mingi SLUTS
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The church barbecue was something youâd been dreading for a while now. It wasnât that you didnât like going to church, most of the people there were pretty nice, albeit a little strange, but nice, and the church itself was very pretty.
Your only problem was with one specific boy. Song Mingi. Heâd seemed pretty nice a few years back when you were both in youth group together, but time had corrupted him and made him less and less appealing to you.
To your parents, Mingi looked like the perfect church boy. Every Sunday he walked into church, greeting everybody with a wide smile and politely asking about their week. He always wore a blue dress shirt that he would keep the sleeves rolled up on, tucked into black dress pants.
But no one else saw the looks heâd give you while your family sat together at church. No one saw him whispering sinful words into your ear after church, looking just like polite conversation.
He was entirely corrupted, and it seemed unfortunate for you, because youâd used to think heâd be great husband material someday. Back when he was short and shy, rocking his gelled blue hair and a shirt that said âI âĽď¸ JESUSâ on it. He was a complete dork, but adorable to you back then.
And then puberty hit him, and so did the train of corruption. He started sneaking out of church to make out with other church girls, those who were definitely not holy in the eyes of god.
Now he was tall, hot and wore a smirk on his face at all times. And he was taking an interest in you, of course. He loved nothing more than taking church girls and trying to corrupt them.
But you were standing your ground strong. Even if your parents were adamant on you accepting his dinner invitations or offers to help you with bible study at his home. You wouldnât cave into what he wanted.
He was the reason you were dreading this church barbecue. It would just be another few hours of adults talking while the youth and children are left to their own devices, which would mean a lot of flirting from Mingi.
And maybe you werenât entirely innocent in this situation. Your friend had told you before that Mingi came on strong to her and she rejected him and told him to stop and he did immediately, but you couldnât bring yourself to do the same. The thoughts of him that ran through your mind were shameful, something you would ask forgiveness for during your nightly prayers, though it didnât seem to be working.
So now your sat at the barbecue, Mingi and his family all crowded around you and yours at a rather small table at the request of your family. Mingi was making small talk with you which seemed really nice on the surface, but if you were to get a bit closer, you would notice the smile on Mingiâs face was actually a smirk, and that the hand that seemed to be on his lap was actually on yours, sliding up and down your thighs slowly.
You kept a clenched smile on your face as he spoke, giving small remarks back as to not arouse suspicions. His hand was warm and gentle and it made everything worse. You were getting turned on, sucked into the intoxicating vortex of his mind and the path it was heading down.
After a while, most people had finished eating and were simply chatting, children running around the room and laughing and Mingi seemed to be getting restless, squirming constantly and eyes unwilling to focus.
At that moment, his hand slid a bit too high and his fingers grazed over your core. You and Mingi both gasped in unison, you from the shock, him from the feeling of the wet patch soaked through your panties.
âIâm gonna go exploreâ you said, which wasnât entirely out of the ordinary for you, your family muttering out approval in return as you stood up.
As you walked away, you heard someone yell âY/N wait!â. You tensed up, turning around and seeing your family smiling and encouraging Mingi to go âexploringâ with you.
As much as you would have liked to deny it, you didnât have much of an excuse as you werenât sure where you yourself were going. Your mind reeled, having been debating going to the confessional booth and asking forgiveness for your sinful thoughts or going to the bathroom and committing more sinful acts on yourself in the stall.
You nodded at your familyâs request, faking a smile as Mingi walked alongside you. Your vision was unfocused, arousal being the only thing that consumed your mind as you made your way towards the confessional booth.
âWhere are we going?â Mingi asked, signature smirk still on his face, lingering too close for comfort next to you.
âIâm going to the confessional booth to ask for forgiveness for what youâve done. You might want to consider it,â you spat back at him, âI donât really care what you wanna do. But thatâs what Iâm doing.â
Mingi let out a hum in response, still following you. You felt your vision close in on the confessional booth and your head felt like it was gonna cave in, you knew exactly why Mingi was still following you and you werenât sure how to go about stopping him, or if you even wanted to stop him, but you kept your sights set, opening the door to the booth and peeking inside, seeing if anybody else was in there.
Once the coast was clear, you went inside, feeling Mingiâs body closing in on you closely before your own body was shoved against the wall of the booth.
It was small, a tight fit, but it was entirely intoxicating as Mingi pressed his lips against yours, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth.
âFuck, youâre so hot,â Mingi groaned against your lips, hands finally returning to your thighs, lifting up your dress and pulling it off you.
âMingi what are we doing?â You said against his lips, panting into his mouth.
âWell I donât know about you but I was hoping we were about to fuck in this confessional booth,â he chuckled, equally as breathless.
âMingi this is a sin in the eyes of god, we canât do this,â you groaned as he pulled your panties down and ghosted his fingers over your core.
Opposite to your words, your legs spread, allowing more room for Mingi as his fingers rubbed circles over your clit. You were extremely sensitive, youâd only done this to yourself once when you were younger, and thatâs when you were unaware of the consequences.
âActually, I think we can, if you want to,â you said, âmaybe afterward we can ask god to turn a blind eye to us just this once, if you so wish my sweet girl.â
One of Mingiâs fingers came down to your entrance, carefully and slowly pushing in with a groan from his lips.
Your lips stayed sealed, attempting to keep in the curses that wanted so desperately to tumble from your mouth. It didnât hurt, it was just a little strange having something inside you.
Mingiâs finger moved slowly, in and out of your entrance, kissing you softly and shushing you whenever you tensed up.
After a minute, Mingi pulled his finger out, leaving you whining into his mouth at the loss of contact until you felt two fingers around your rim.
You looked up at him nervously biting your lip, meeting his eyes. His fingers stopped moving, smiling softly down at you as his free hand came up to caress your face, âare you okay? Do you wanna stop?â
You positively melted at the contact, shaking your head no, âif you stop now I will personally use the rest of my time in this confessional booth to curse your name and pray for Jesus to send you to hell.â
Mingi snorted, laughing against your lips and leaning in to kiss you again as he pushed in two fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut. His fingers were long and felt a bit intrusive in your body, it was strange, and Mingi could sense it, pulling back again and keeping his fingers still.
âYouâre doing so well for me baby, my pretty girl,â he said, thumb running along your cheek softly and waiting until you nodded to continue pushing his fingers inside you.
After a few minutes, the feelings of discomfort started to diffuse, leaving pure pleasure in its wake and causing a lewd word to spill from your lips.
âThatâs my girl, pretty girl with a dirty mouth, knew you had it in youâ Mingi chuckled, his fingers moving in and out of you faster than before, scissoring and stretching you well.
âFuck Mingi, another finger, pleaseâ You whimpered, head falling back against the wall as his fingers moved. They were skilled and warm and hit every spot inside you perfectly.
Mingi pulled his fingers out a bit to slip in a third finger, making you let out a sinful gasp, rather loudly, as he began moving them again.
âAre you okay baby girl? Does it hurt?â He asked, moving slowly and cautiously as you bucked your hips up to him.
âLittle bit, itâs okay just keep going,â you breathed out, leaning your head against Mingiâs shoulder and biting roughly to reduce the pain.
âFuck,â Mingi growled, leaning into you, making his covered cock brush against your thigh, ârun your nails down my back baby, mark me, show everyone Iâm yours.â
You nodded into his neck, fingers pressing desperately into his back. He was broad and warm and you could feel the rumble of a growl in his throat at the contact.
âMingi please fuck me, Iâm ready please,â you moaned, fucking yourself on his fingers.
Mingi nodded and pulled his fingers out of you, quickly fumbling with his belt and pants and yanking them down along with his boxers just around his knees.
As Mingi searched his pockets quickly to pull out a condom, you snuck a peak at his cock. It was long and leaking, thick veins going down the sides. It was stained a beautiful pink colour and twitched a bit every time it rubbed against his stomach, showing every bit of how desperately he wanted you.
âLike what you see baby girl?â Mingi smirked at the embarrassed blush that crept up on your cheeks as he rolled on the condom, lining himself up with you.
âYou still wanna do this baby girl? You can back out at any time, I wonât be mad, promise,â he said, making sure to keep eye contact with you to look for any form of hesitation.
âMake me fucking scream,â you said, a dark look in your eyes making Mingiâs breath hitch, nodding as he pushed in.
You could feel every vein in his cock throbbing inside you, the curve of his cock filling you perfectly.
âFuck me,â you whined, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around Mingiâs waist so he could get a better angle inside you.
Mingi took it upon himself to lift you up by both legs, pressing you into the wall as he pushed himself inside you entirely, gasping as he bottomed out.
âShit, youâre so tight,â he gasped, hooded eyes looking at you for a nod so he could move.
As you gave him the signal, he pulled himself out of you to the tip before pushing back in. His thrusts were slow but rough, forcing you to feel every bit of him as he thrusted.
Your nails ran over his neck and shoulders, trailing down his back, just to make him shiver and stutter for you again.
âFaster Mingi please,â you whispered, leaning in and kissing him roughly.
Mingi adjusted your position ever so slightly before his hips began moving faster. The sight of him thrusting in and out of you and the expertise of his sinful hips had you moaning, head falling back against the wall.
âSo hot, fuckâ Mingi said against your mouth, his hold on your hips stuttering a bit.
âStop,â you said suddenly, squirming out of Mingiâs grip.
Mingi looked panicked to say the least, pulling out of you and looking at you with concern in his eyes. The tears of pleasure in your eyes seemed to be mistaken as sadness and regret for him, as he leaned in and wiped them away, kissing them off your cheeks and mumbling sweet compliments to you.
âAre you okay? What happened? Do you regret it? Fuck you were a virgin and I just took that from you and-â he asked as he pulled back.
âMingi, Iâm fine,â you laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. He looked a bit confused as you pushed him back, making him sit down on the chair in the booth, âI wanted to try riding you. Sorry, I shouldâve said that first.â
The relief that washed over Mingiâs face made the tension in your body release before he spoke, âyeah, fuck of course, donât apologize itâs okay itâs your first time, just want it to be perfect for you.â
You smiled at him and sat down on his lap, making him return the smile. You gripped onto his shoulders, lifting yourself up and then sinking down onto his cock slowly.
The angle was way better, and this way you could look down at Mingi and see the pleasured look on his face.
âFuck, yeah thatâs so good baby girl,â he said, allowing his hands to grace your hips softly, gently rubbing over them as you moved.
You took what youâd seen from the R Rated movies youâd watched before and put them to use, grinding your hips down on him and letting his cock hit every spot inside you.
Your hips stuttered and you gasped as he hit one specific spot. His signature smirk came back to his face as he spoke, âyeah, did I hit your g spot baby?â
âM-my what?â You squeaked out, body still shaking from the wave of pleasure that washed over you.
âYour g spot baby, the spot inside you that makes you feel really good and can make you squirt if I fuck you hard enough,â he said, his hips moving in time with yours to rub against your g spot and give you constant stimulation.
You nodded in response, lifting yourself up and beginning to properly ride him. It was tiring, your thighs burned, but it felt so good that you couldnât care less.
Your hands went to Mingiâs hair, running through it gently and allowing your nails to scrape against his scalp.
Your hips moved faster as you felt heat beginning to coil in your stomach, your movements were erratic and uncontrolled, and Mingi could tell you were about to cum.
One of his hands came back down to your core, rubbing your clit quickly as he felt his own stomach coiling with heat.
âFuck baby girl, youâre gonna make me cum, are you gonna cum all over my cock baby? Gonna be a good girl for me?â He whispered seductively in your ear as he began thrusting, meeting your hips with his own quickly.
You nodded, biting your lip. You didnât trust yourself to not scream at the feeling as you clenched around him, feeling waves upon waves of pleasure fish through your body as you came around him.
âFuck,â Mingi groaned loudly his cock twitching inside you as he shot his load into the condom.
As you both came down from your highs, you pulled off of him before collapsing into his chest.
He pulled you close and rubbed your back softly, rocking you back and forth as you came back down to reality.
âAre you in any pain my love? Are you okay?â He asked, pressing small kisses against any bit of skin his lips could reach.
âNo Iâm okay,â you mumbled, though your thoughts began running a bit. You had just had your virginity taken by Song Mingi, who had spent the past months trying to get into your pants. And now he was probably just going to get up and leave and never talk to you again. He would probably laugh about you with his friends and go find some other girl to fuck next Sunday.
âAre you sure? You donât seem fine,â he said, his thumb running over the few tears that had escaped your eyes.
You pulled back, not meeting his eyes as you nodded and stood up from his lap.
He looked concerned to say the least, but got up as well, pulling off the condom and tying it, putting it down on the chair as he got dressed again.
You put your panties back on, sniffling softly as your mind continued reeling. You didnât regret it, but now that you were sure you werenât going to get anymore attention from Mingi, your heart was breaking.
You felt Mingi come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving your hair out of the way to press soft kisses to your neck.
âYouâre crying, why are you crying? Whatâs wrong my love?â He asked gently.
You shook your head, âitâs stupid. I just, I donât want to lose you I guess?â
Your voice was quiet and soft and Mingi listened closely as you rambled a bit about how you were feeling in that moment.
He shushed you quietly and comfortingly as he heard panic rise in your voice, âhey, Y/N itâs okay, Iâm not going anywhere okay? Iâm sorry I went about this wrong. I shouldâve asked you on a date before, so youâd know this isnât all that I wanted.â
Your ears perked up a bit. It seemed far too cliche for Mingi to like you, as he treated you exactly how heâd treated any of his other fucks before this.
âY/N, youâre beautiful. You have a pure and beautiful heart and I would never want to just take advantage of that, will you be my girlfriend? Or at least let me take you to dinner?â He asked, spinning you around to face him.
Your eyes were red and swollen, tear tracks down your cheeks and lip bitten to the point of swelling, but Mingi looked at you like you hung the stars and the moon for him, awaiting your response.
You smiled at him, returning his glance as you nodded, leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips, a feeling you could definitely get used to.
Mingi held your hand softly as you walked out of the confessional booth with him, meeting the frantic eyes of your family as soon as you walked out.
âY/N!! Weâve been looking around everywhere for you we were so worried-â your mom said, stopping in her tracks as she noticed your hand holding Mingiâs.
She eyed you a bit suspiciously, a smirk on her face as she looked between you both, and though she didnât say anything, you knew what she was thinking.
âMom we were just discussing homework okay, get your mind out of the gutter,â you said quickly as you shook your head.
Your mom burst out laughing in response, âI know sweetie, you would never do anything like that, but we should probably get going home. Mingi your family has already left because your dad had to go to work, I told them weâd give you a lift home.â
Mingi smiled graciously and nodded in response, âthat would be great, thank you.â
As you all walked out of the church, you and Mingi trailing behind your parents, Mingi discreetly disposed of the condom in a large garbage bin outside, winking at you. And if your parents had any other suspicions about you two, they didnât say anything.
