pretty please
pairing: mingi x f!reader
genre: smut
contents: they are in love, reader gets called baby and princess, possessiveness, grinding/thigh riding (kind of), unprotected sex, have i mentioned that they are in love
word count: 566
notes: i love mingi
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your touch felt like a scorching iron, hand splayed over his back. he moaned into your neck, craved more of it. he wanted nothing more than to let himself burn under your touch. it was addictive, enthralling, absolutely intoxicating. your other hand curved around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and he felt that same heat pierce into his veins and through his whole body. he felt inebriated, mind deliciously clouded. his eyes searched for yours, unfocused.
“my baby.” you whispered, not trusting your voice to go louder. not when he was so close, not when you were both breathing so erratically already. he adjusted himself on top of you, his thigh rubbing against your core. you both gasped. “gigi, my gigi.”
“princess.” he was out of breath, the embodiment of agony. he felt so full, his chest ready to rip apart and spill years of repressed feelings that he was now able to just feel. yet everything was coming up at once, and he didn’t know what to do with it. “i need you, i need you bad.”
“i need you too.” your eyes scanned his face, stopping at his lips for a few seconds. “i’m yours to take.”
he kissed you, rougher than he usually would. god, you were going to break him. he felt so utterly out of control, yet mingi couldn’t remember a time where he had ever felt so free.
your hips moved at their own accord, mingi rubbing himself against your thigh while you grinded on his. it was simultaneously too much and not enough, your tongue dragging lazily against his bottom lip. his hands were firm on your thighs, squeezing the meat of them in a display of possessiveness that even he was unable to describe. a reminder to himself of who you belonged to. the thought made him grunt.
“come sit on my lap.” he sat up against the headboard, moving quick to avoid missing the feeling of your skin. you were on him in a millisecond, hands on either side of his face pulling him into another kiss. his hands went back to the back of your thighs, hungry, kneading the flesh until you whined a little. “can i– i need to be inside you. yes?”
“please.” your lips were on his neck, kissing, biting, marking. he breathed through his nose as he positioned himself comfortably under you, one arm around your torso to lift you just a tad before he started pushing himself into you. “fuck– hm god.”
“oh yes.” it was his turn to run his hands up and down your back, his touch soothing. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to anchor himself on your warmth. your hands went to his hair, nails dragging across his scalp. you both moaned into eachother, hips still. “my baby.” he echoed your words from before, holding you close. “fucking mine.”
“always yours.” you dragged your lips against his shoulderblade, breathing too heavy to kiss him there. “y-you own me.”
“fuck.” he rolled his hips up, slowly, burying himself inside you. “you own me back. i’m– you have me.”
“yes, yes.” you clenched around him. you felt the urge to cry and giggle at the same time, adoration bubbling atop your heart. “fuck me, please.”
“fuck yourself on me.” he closed a hand around your jaw, gaze searching for yours. “please.”