when mingis desperate ex won’t stop calling him, you take it into your own hands. lowercase intended wc : 1 5 9 6
"oh my god.. mingi why does your phone keep ringing? can you atleast answer!?” you whine, throwing your head back on the couch. the constant vibration of his phone against the hard coffee table is driving you crazy.
"no way.. it's my ex.” he groans, looking down at the phone and declining the call. “you're in my house anyways, you sure you wanna keep up the attitude?"
you glare at him, but your voice softens, "sorry."
he lets out a low chuckle, the sound rough and teasing. "mm. thought so.” he moves closer, arms stretched out behind the couch as he leans in, his voice brushing the shell of your ear. "you get a little bratty when you're not the center of attention, huh?”
your breath catches, his tone sending a warm shiver down your spine. “i wouldn't have to be bratty if you weren't ignoring me.”
"oh, i've noticed you,” he murmurs, his hand brushing your thigh, fingers spreading possessively. “but that mouth of yours... you really wanna keep pushing me right now?”
"mingi...” you breathe, but it comes out more like a challenge than a warning. you meet his gaze, your eyes narrowed. "what if i do?”
he smirks, slow and dark, leaning in until your noses almost touch. “then don't start something you can't finish.”
your heart pounds as his fingers trace higher, teasing under the hem of your shorts. “who says i won't finish it?”
he's on you in seconds-one arm wrapped around your waist, the other tilting your chin up so your lips crash into his. the kiss is rough, needy, months of tension unraveling all at once. you feel his frustration, his need to forget everything else but you, right here, right now.
the phone buzzes again-he doesn't even move.
you break the kiss just enough to glance at the screen lighting up again. same name. same persistence. and something petty sparks inside you. without thinking, you reach for the phone, swipe to answer, and set it face-down on the table-on speaker.
"what are you—” mingi starts, but you shut him up with another kiss, deeper this time, your hand sliding under his shirt.
“shhh,” you whisper, breathless, lips brushing his jaw. “let her hear how over it you are."
for a second, he just stares at you-then his expression shifts. darker. hungrier.
he groans low in his throat and pulls you into his lap, hands gripping your hips like he owns you. the sounds that fill the room after that are anything but innocent-breathless gasps, lips meeting skin, soft whines that only get louder when his hand dips lower, more confident now, more reckless.
you hear the faint, shocked voice from the phone-“mingi?!”—but neither of you answer.
the answer’s already in the way your body moves against his, in the way he growls your name like it’s the only thing that matters. the phone stays there, speaker still on, until the line goes silent.
but does that make you stop? hell no.
“take off your pants for me.” he demands,
you obey without thinking, fingers fumbling at the waistband as he watches — eyes burning like he’s starving, like he’s waited too long for this.
“i’m gonna make you ride me until your brain is wired to me. til you come back for more everytime you want me.”
you nod, breath shaky, mind already unraveling just from the way he looks at you — like you’re his favorite sin. he pulls you close, lips grazing your jaw, voice rough with want.
“every time you miss me, your body’s gonna ache for this. for me.”
his hands slide down, gripping your hips tight, guiding you into his lap like you belong there — like you always have.
“go on. show me how bad you need it.”
your fingers dig into his shoulders as you sink down, and he exhales hard, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before locking back on you, pupils blown wide with hunger.
“that’s it. good. now move,” he growls, low and possessive. “ride me like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
“oh fuck— you feel so good,” you whimper, throwing your head back as your nails dig into mingi’s shoulders. every movement sends a shockwave through your body, your breath hitching as his pace drives you closer to the edge. “don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” you gasp, your voice trembling, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure coils tight in your core.
mingi growls low against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he murmurs, “you’re driving me crazy… you feel so perfect.” his hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer, as if the space between you was already too much to bear. the sound of skin meeting skin fills the air, mixing with your soft moans and his ragged breathing.
your body arches into him instinctively, chasing every sensation, every delicious thrust that has your mind going hazy. “mingi—” his name spills from your lips like a prayer, broken and desperate, and he meets it with a deep, breathless moan, like he’s losing himself in you just as fast.
“look at me,” he pants, slowing just enough to make you ache for more. his fingers tilt your chin, eyes locking with yours, dark and full of heat. “i want to see how good i make you feel.”
“im gonna fucking cu-cum.!” you moan loudly, as you grip down on him insanely hard.
your pace slows and so does his. sitting there together.
you stay like that for a while—limbs tangled, bodies slick and warm, hearts pounding in sync. the room is filled with the heavy scent of sex, sweat clinging to your skin, mingled with the soft hum of your breath against mingi’s chest..
you’re still catching your breath, skin buzzing, body warm and trembling from the last round—but mingi doesn’t move far. his weight rests on you for a moment longer, his lips ghosting over your collarbone, before he pulls back just enough to look at you.
his eyes trail over your face, your body, already flushed and wrecked—but that familiar spark is still burning behind his gaze.
“you okay?” he asks softly, fingers brushing damp strands of hair from your cheek.
you nod, biting your lip as you wrap your legs around his waist again. “more than okay.”
his lips twitch into a smirk. “good.”
you feel him hardening against you again, slow and thick, and your breath hitches. “already?” you tease, voice breathless.
“baby,” he murmurs, grinding against your sensitive heat, “you’re lying under me, moaning my name like that… i’ll be hard for you all night.”
your body reacts before your mind can catch up—hips lifting, need reigniting with a sharp, delicious ache. he slides down, his mouth trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands holding your thighs apart with firm control.
“let me taste you this time,” he says, voice low and hungry. “wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
you try to answer, but the moment his mouth touches you, your thoughts dissolve. his tongue is slow at first—teasing, circling, learning what makes your breath hitch and your hips twitch. but soon enough, he’s devouring you, sucking your clit with just enough pressure to have you crying out, hands fisting the sheets.
“fuck, mingi—please,” you gasp, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but he just growls and tightens his grip.
“you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs, voice vibrating against you. “you’re gonna come for me again. right here.”
you do. fast. harder than you expect. your back arches as you scream his name, thighs trembling around his head as he holds you there, licking you through every wave of it until you’re completely undone.
but mingi isn’t finished.
he climbs back up your body, kissing you with your taste still on his tongue, and lines himself up again. “you can take it,” he whispers, nudging at your entrance, slick and still sensitive. “you want it just as bad.”
you nod desperately, clinging to him. “please.”
he slides in slow—agonizingly slow—making sure you feel every inch, stretching you all over again. it’s overwhelming, overstimulating, but so fucking good. your nails drag down his back as he sets a deep, deliberate rhythm, hitting every spot just right.
this round is different—filthy and intense, but laced with something deeper. mingi keeps his eyes on you the whole time, watching every reaction, chasing every sound you make.
“you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, one hand grabbing your throat—not tight, just firm enough to make your breath catch. “look at you… taking it all, letting me fuck you like this.”
you whimper beneath him, hips meeting his with each thrust, your body already building again.
“come for me, baby. give it to me.”
until your body is boneless and trembling beneath him, tears in your eyes from how good it feels, how full you are, how much he gives.
he finally slows, hips grinding down deep one last time as he groans into your neck, finishing with a shudder that rolls through his whole body.
you’re both shaking, sweaty, completely wrecked.
he collapses beside you this time, pulling you into his arms, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
after a long, quiet moment, he presses a kiss to your temple and says, voice low and raspy, “stay with me and i’ll fuck you so good.”
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