Mingi thoughts of the day
A/n: This shit got me tweaking and since mr mingles likes to grab his jingles I had to write something. We all know bro is packing and likes to grab it so this is probably something he would definitely do.
Pairing: mingi x fem!reader
Words: ~1,5k
Warnings: smut, needy mingi, dom?mingi, penetration, no fucking this time, lemme know if I missed something
Minors don’t interact!
The constant banging against your apartment door jolted you awake from dozing off on your sofa. Whoever was banging on the door was clearly impatient. Your brows furrowed as you got up. Who could it be at this hour? You carefully made your way to the door, a vague unease creeping up your skin. You peered through the peephole.
Mingi.
His usual cool composure was replaced with a flush and urgency. Did he run? Did something happen? You fumbled with the lock and the knocking stopped. The moment you opened the door, he pushed himself in immediately. He didn’t greet you, his body pressed against yours, forcing you to take a step back. Before you could even muster a sentence, you got the answer for his rush. His erection brushed against your hip, making you gasp out.
"You have no idea," he rasped as his hands cupped your face. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, smearing the rest of your barely there lip gloss down on your chin. Your breath hitched. "Mingi," you managed. Your hands rose to his hips, fingers digging into the soft material of his sweatpants. You felt it then, the throbbing pulse of his cock beneath your palm.
"Just like that," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth, then lower to where your hand gripped him. "You know exactly what I need." He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear, his breath warm. "Grab it, baby. Don't be shy."
His hips began to move, a slow deliberate grind, letting you feel his throbbing cock. The friction of his bulge against your hand made your pussy clench. Your fingers tightened, he was even harder than you imagined.
"Fuck," he groaned, the sound torn from his throat. He closed his eyes, enjoying the friction against your hand. "That's it. Yes." He pushed his hips harder, grinding his cock against your palm. "Feel that? All for you."
He leaned in, kissing you hard. He sucked at your bottom lip, then your top, moaning at the taste of your lipgloss. It was cherry, his favorite. Your own body responded, arching into him, wanting more of that pressure. Wanting to feel him.
He broke the kiss, his lips leaving your swollen ones with a wet pop. His eyes met yours. "I've been thinking about this all day," he confessed. "Couldn't focus. Just you." His hands slid down your back, pulling you even closer to his body. He backed you up, one slow step after another, his erection never losing contact with your hand, till your kneecaps hit the couch.
"Down," he commanded. He didn't wait for you to comply, but rather guided you, his arms pressing against your shoulders, until your knees buckled and you sank onto the couch. He remained standing, towering over you, his eyes never leaving yours.
His hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, making quick work on removing them. The fabric slid down your legs, pooling around your ankles before you kicked them off, leaving you in your underwear. You didn’t even have to look to know that your underwear was soaked.
He knelt before you, his gaze devouring the sight of your exposed legs, and the wet patch between your legs. "Almost there," he breathed in with anticipation. His fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties, tugging them down slowly. The fabric slid down your hips, revealing your wet cunt.
He peeled them off, tossing them aside with a dismissive flick. He took off his pants, being full commando as his cock sprang free. His tip twitched, already leaking pre cum. You licked your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and to lick his cock clean.
"Look at that," he whispered. "So wet for me." He reached out, his thumb brushing against your swollen clit, a feather light touch that made you gasp, your hips involuntarily arching upwards. He didn't waste time. He pushed his hips forward, his cock pressing against your entrance.
"Hold on," he muttered, his voice strained. His eyes were closed as he moved his hips in a circular motion at first, changing it to a slow, deliberate grind, his length rubbing against your clit just to dip it slightly into your slick folds, only to pull back.
"Mingi," you pleaded desperately. It was pure torture. He could just slide in thanks to your wetness and his pre cum. The constant change of friction on your clit and the teasing pressure against your hole made you grip the cushion beside you.
He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your lips. "I want you to cum," he rasped, his voice raw. "Just from this. All for me." He continued the relentless grinding, his cock rubbing and pressing against your swollen clit, then sliding along the entrance of your pussy, teasing you again.
“Oh god please m-mingi”, you moaned. The sound of his groans and the wetness between your legs increased. Your hips bucked desperately against his as your fingers dug into his thighs, gripping the flesh as if your life depended on it.
A whimper escaped your lips, followed by another as the tension built. Each stroke, each rub pushed you closer to the edge. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," he urged. "Let it go. All of it."
A soundless moan escaped you and your vision blurred as your orgasm hit you. Your body arched, your muscles clenched, your hips moving on their own, still chasing the friction. Mingi groaned as your climax washed over you. He didn't stop. He continued his grinding, his cock slick with your juices, pressing deeper and deeper against your folds, until he let out a choked cry.
His body tensed up as his hot and thick cum spilled on your pussy, painting your folds and clit with his release. He collapsed on top of you, his heavy weight pinning you to the couch as his breath came in ragged gasps. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release.
The warmth of his cum pooled between your legs, making you hum as you glided your fingers through his hair. "Fuck," he finally managed, his voice hoarse. He lifted his head, his eyes, now softer, meeting yours. A lazy satisfied smile spread across his face. "Told you I needed you."
