nsfw content - do not read or interact if you are under 18
cw - non-idol!au, porn without plot, under negotiated kink, shotgunning except it’s with a drink, pegging, prostate massage (kind of), mild feminization, mild degradation, hands-free/ruined orgasms, (mingi has a) breeding kink, dirty talk, petnames (princess, dollface), alcohol, reader and wooyoung live together
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From the moment you’d started crushing on Mingi (read: the moment Hongjoong had introduced him to you), he’d been the centre of an ongoing debate between you and Wooyoung.
Mingi was gorgeous. There was no way to get around that. He had thick thighs and big lips, and his clothes always fit him as though they’d been made specially for him. Sure, he didn’t have a waist like San’s or an ass like Jongho’s, but - in your humble opinion - he was still hot. His appearance suited him and his personality. The only conflict in his appearance was the exact subject of you and Wooyoung’s debate - because Wooyoung was oddly adamant that with a body like his there was no way Mingi could bottom.
