| synopsis : your getting mingi ready for an award show, but he has other ideas for you instead.
| cw; smut w/lil plot, lil fluff, mdni, oral (f receiving), squirting, mingi’s a munch, name calling (legit js slut once), fingering, black character, some “dirty talk”, p talking, lowercase intended
“fuck you smell so good.” mingi grunts in your neck from behind.
you were trying to get mingi ready for an award show but he was being difficult and a pain in the ass, following you around like a lost puppy, clinging too closely. doing far too much with such an important award show starting soon.
you groan, removing his arms from around your waist. “song mingi if you don’t sit your ass down somewhere and let me do my job.”
you continue pulling out different outfits you put together and your makeup equipment, ignoring the dramatic sighs coming from the tall man behind you.
“no one’s coming in, it’s just you and me.” he argues, pulling you back into his grasp, his head back in the crock of your neck, sniffing the faint lavender from your shampoo, the smell of you is so intoxicating it makes his head hazy and his dick hard.
you gasp when you feel his hard on pressing against your ass. “mingi not right now.” you breathe out, your last desperate attempt to sound professional but your voice betrays you.
mingi’s grin widens, he knows your not far from giving in, planting faint, airy kisses along your collarbone. groaning at the low neckline of your tight dress gives the best view of the valley below him.
his hands slide over the back of your dress, you yelp when he gives your ass an aggressive slap, soothing it just as quickly. “fuck—i love that ass,” he chuckles, turning you around.
“you gon let me eat if from the back?” he questions, giving your ass another loud smack, kneading the fat. you know you shouldn’t be doing this, especially right now, but what’s the harm.
“such a pretty little pussy.” he mutters into your sopping wet pussy.
“ughh—fuck t-too mu-uch.” you mewl, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. your dress is bunched around your hips, neckline pulled down enough for your tits to spill out.
mingi has you on knees at the edge of the bed, feet hanging off the edge, back in a nasty, deep arch, legs spread wide for the man devouring you right now.
his mouth, oh that mouth was abusing your greedy pussy so good. mouth sucking the bundle of nerves, sloppy, hungry, his nose rubbing against your fluttering, slick covered hole, clenching around his nose, sucking him in more..not like he wants to come out.
he chuckles against your clit, the vibrations making you jolt. “just one more f’me, can you do that for me baby? one more?” he reaches under you body squeezing one of your pierced nipples, you moan out in pure ecstasy, pussy clenching around his nose, the overstimulation has you grinding against his face, whining out his name absentmindedly.
“mph—fuck, i can’t nomoreitstoomuch!” you play with your other neglected nipple, twirling and pulling the bud. your moans and whines grow louder, the sound of your dripping water pussy filling the room.
mingi growls in your pussy before flipping you onto your back. his mouth is on yours in an instant, catching your lips mid gasp, you taste your slick all over his lips, sweet, tangy, your aching pussy flutters around nothing, feeling bare and empty.
that’s when mingi buries two digits knuckle deep. you scream out, the sudden stretch has your hips bucking into his hand. “m’gonna make this pretty little pussy squirt f’me.” you nod, head lolling to the side.
his fingers are relentless. long, fast strokes, curling right in that spongy spot that has your irises disappearing in your head. the coil in your stomach builds faster and faster at the repeated strokes. “min—gi, baby—nghh—m’gonna cum!” you cry out, body jerking when his thumb starts rubbing sloppy, fast circles on your pulsing clit.
“yeah? cum all over my fingers, such a dirty slut.” he whispers against your lips. your breathes are uneven now, broken by your loud moans and protest, pussy sucking his fingers deeper, but mingi doesn’t stop, not when your so close to giving him what he wants.
mingi punches your clit and that’s when you let go. walls clenching down hard, body shaking from the pure bliss. your pornographic moans grow louder when you squirt all over his fingers, soaking his fingers and arm.
mingi’s tongue darts out licking his lips, tasting some of your slick on his lips still, before lifting his fingers to your lips. you eagerly takes his fingers between your lips, tasting your sweet nectar. licking his fingers clean he pulls them back with a loud ‘pop!’ he peers down at your face, eyes glossed over, tits spilling out the top of your dress
he gives one of your pierced nipples one last squeeze, emitting a little whine out of you from the soreness, mutterbefore moving off you and sitting down in the makeup chair.
“im ready for my makeup.” he teases, you groan in response, pulling down your dress and tucking for tits back in your dress. “fuck you.” you mutter as he laughs at your sad attempt to balance yourself.
