7 Minutes In Heaven: MINGI
Title: 7 Minutes in Heaven (A mini series) Rated: 18+ Contains: Hot make out sessions, teasing, dry humping, maybe some blue balling, maybe some tiny but of smut (idk we'll see) Characters: Fem!Reader, ATEEZ College/Roommate AU Word Count: 1275 If you'd like to be on the tag list please comment or send ask!
Who did the bottle land on?: Song Mingi
✶PLEASE READ INTRO FIRST!✶
To be honest, you weren’t really paying much attention to the bottle as it spun.
No, actually, your attention was on something else entirely.
Right across you was a pair of thick, delicious thighs in a pair of ripped jeans, crossed over each other. The owner of said thighs?
None other than Song Mingi.
Besides his gorgeous smile, his thighs were the first thing you noticed about him. Well, that and his juicy ass.
It was on a day the household was busy with chores, everyone doing their part.
While mopping the floors, you took a small pause to stretch your back and peeked outside the sliding glass door as you did to watch boys working outside.
There you saw Mingi shirtless and in shorts as he cleaned the pool. And there they were out in full view, those beautiful, gorgeous thighs that you fantasized about riding often. The muscle on his them flexing as he worked.
Wooyoung had noticed this and often teased you about it.
But it's not like you can do anything about it.
He'd been avoiding you since last month's party. The two of you were in the kitchen to make a few drinks for everyone and at some point you found yourself pinned against the counter, lips incredibly close. But Seonghwa had come to check on the two of you. You both pulled away in a panic and things had become awkward since then.
Well maybe awkward wasn't completely the right term to use.
Tension might be the better way to describe it. The room would always be full of tension when the both of you were around at the same time.
“Ayy, Mingi! Looks like you're gonna get some action tonight,” you finally stop drooling over his thighs to see his reaction.
“You say that as if implying I have a tough time getting action,” he nudges Yunho and stands up, making his way to the closet without looking back to see if you're following. You shuffle to your feet and quickly follow after him.
The two of you just stand there in silence, you have one arm across your body, grabbing onto your other arm.
You can't stand the silence so you break it first.
“So, you're just gonna keep avoiding me?”
More silence.
“Look, I don't know why you're avoiding me but what happened was even that big of a deal. It would have been–”
“Not that big of a deal?” He interrupts.
“It is a big deal. I was so close to breaking that day. I was ready to ravage you then and there.”
You're thankful that it's dark in the room because you were sure your face was bright red.
“I've been avoiding you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship–”
You let out a laugh just then.
“You're a fucking idiot.”
“Excuse me?” Thanks to the light shining in from between the louvers, you could see him has raising a brow.
“Stop being a pussy and kiss me already,” you grab him by the collar, pulling him in towards you and crash your lips with his.
The kiss is hot, passionate, messy.
A deep gravelly groan rumbles in his chest and you moan in response. God, did you love a noisy man.
He pushes you against the wall, body pressing into yours. One hand gripping your jaw, not too rough, while his other hand rests at your hip.
You're still gripping onto the fabric of his shirt when you mumble breathlessly against the kiss. “Sit on the floor for me.”
“Why–”
“Just sit,” you demand.
And he listens.
He settles on the floor, sitting against the wall with his legs crossed. You lower yourself and grab one of his legs, guiding him to stretch it out.
He looks at you curiously, watching you as you straddle his thigh. Then you cup his face between your palms and slowly start moving your hips.
“God, I've been wanting to ride your thighs for the longest time,” you confess to him.
Just then, you notice his Adam's apple bobbing up then down as he swallows.
“Shit, you're so fucking hot.” He emphasizes the "f".
You smile at his response and resume the makeout session the two of you were just having.
The movement of your hips increases as you try to get more friction and he pushes his leg up against you, eliciting a moan from you. You can feel him smirk against your lips. He's teasing you and enjoying it too.
Fine, you can tease too.
Your hand finds its way down to the bulge growing beneath his jeans. You caress him, massaging and squeezing, a strained whimper leaving his throat as you did so.
“I love how noisy you are,” you feel his cock twitching at the compliment and you smirk. “Oh, pretty boy likes praise?”
“Don't push it,” he growls softly, gripping tight onto your hips as he guides you against his thigh.
You clench around nothing all from his voice alone. Squeezing his cock again, you bite his ear lobe and whisper.
“What are you gonna do? You're too much of a good boy to do anything, don't you think?”
You feel his fingers twitch against your hips, then suddenly he has you lying on your back as he hovers over you, crotch pressed against yours. He moves his hip in rough, slow grinds, face buried in the crook of your neck as his hot, heavy breaths hit your skin.
Your arms wrap around his body, finger nails digging into his back. “Fuck,” your breath his shaky. “Don't stop, please.”
Biting down into your flesh, he groans, hips picking up pace.
“Mingi,” it comes out as a whine, encouraging him to move faster, pressing harder to create more friction between you.
The two of you go at it for a while. The sound of your whimpers and his grunting and groaning mixing. Your breaths so hot and heavy that you were sure you turned the closet into a steam room.
The way he had his full weight on you, how you could feel his shaky breath hit your skin. It all drove you insane.
Your hips rut up against his and you begin to squirm. Your stomach tightens as your climax grows closer.
“Mingi–”
He shoves two fingers into your mouth, pressing a kiss to your ear.
“Come for me, baby. But you gotta stay quiet, yeah?”
Your eyes roll back as you shut them tight, fingers digging deeper into his back.
He growls. “Fuck, baby. Come on, come for me.”
Your hips jerk, a whiny moan muffled by his fingers escaping you.
"Yeah baby, just like that. So good for me..."
He doesn’t stop moving, his hips now rutting against yours desperately as he chases his own orgasm.
You hear a knock at the door.
“Times over–”
“Fuck off.” Mingi growls as he interrupts the person behind the door.
“Oh- uh…okay I'll give you a second.” Yeosang. It was definitely Yeosang.
You suck on his fingers then, humming as you roll your tongue around them to coax him closer to his orgasm.
He starts cussing under his breath, hips jerking forward as he finally reaches his climax.
Catching his breath, he stays on top of you for a moment longer. Pressing soft gentle kisses along your jawline.
Suddenly the door flies open and Wooyoung is standing there, scoffing.
“Okay, come on you whores. That's enough fun, you're way over your time.”
Mingi finally climbs off of you and helps you up along with him.
And as you two pass by Wooyoung, Mingi makes a comment. “You're just mad it wasn't you.”
Roll Again?