He wants you more than just a hairstylist
Mingi x reader
Unprotected sx, smut
You were mingi’s hairstylist, for every occasion, tour, events, for anything you were there. Mingi loved you as his hairstylist because you comprehended what he wanted, he loved how you knew what to do.
But there were sometimes where both of you would hold eye contact in the mirror, not just for one second it would be more than 5 seconds or more. There would be sometimes where he hovered over you, standing close to you, his eyes looking into your eyes and then your lips, almost leaning down to kiss you but he would stop himself because you were just his hairstylist after all. He had to keep himself professionally as an idol, but he can’t accept the fact that he needs you, he craves you as more as you needed him.
Today was a regular afternoon, you were doing Mingi’s hair for a famous brand event he collab with. Mingi couldn’t take his eyes off of you, stairing at your face through the mirror, he loved how your fingers thread into his hair. Then it took a turn, he grabbed your wrist, it startled you and confused you at the same time. He stood up from his chair and hovered over you, he stood close like always, mingi didn’t say anything just looked at you, with needy and pleading eyes.
The way his eyes looked into to yours made you think he looked like a cute puppy that made your heart race. The usual playful atmosphere felt charged with something different today.
He swallowed hard, his thumb unconsciously stroking your wrist where he held it. The silence between you was thick with unspoken words. He leaned down, you thought he was going to stop himself like always, but this time, he didn't stop. His face drew closer to yours, until his lips meet yours, he deepened the kiss, moving his tongue in your mouth, dancing with yours. While his other hand came up, hesitating near your cheek.
Years of holding back seemed to snap as he kissed you deeply, his fingers now cradling your face. His body pressed closer, one hand still holding your wrist. He kissed you with months of pent-up longing, no longer caring about being an idol in that moment.
He sucked your tongue with his mouth and tongue, saliva dripping from both of your guy’s chins, wet kissing filled the room…that turned into your silent moans and his whimpers. Mingi’s lenghth pumping in you at a good slow and steady speed, on the counter. Wet, gushing sounds, and sounds of skin filled the whole room, good thing this room was sound proof, but you still were afraid to let out your moans. You hold onto him, nails digging on his exposed back, you bit his shoulder to not let out your moans, his tip kissing your sweet stop over and over again.
You were so close, with one thrust from him you arched your back, and rolled your eyes back as you came to your peak. Mingi’s pace maintained that steady rhythm despite his own approaching finish. His forehead pressed against your neck, breathing heavily, his voice came in horsey.
"That's it... beautiful."
The clatter of hair supplies hitting the floor as his hips snapped faster chasing his release while still trying to keep some composure. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your thigh.
"I'm-"
Muffled horsey whimpers against your skin, he reached his peak. His body tensed and shuddered, holding you close as he finished. He stayed connected for a moment, not wanting to let go of this moment that had finally happened between you both.
A few minutes later, both of you composed each other, you got done with his hair. He was about to leave when he paused at the door, turning back to look at you, something in his expression showed he didn't want to leave you like this, after everything. He whispered in your ear to wait for him at his penthouse and slipped his key into your hand discreetly. His eyes held a promise for later.
A promise that you knew that it was going to be a long night.
