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𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.2k

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mingi + female reader

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: drabble, suggestive, kissing, smallest humping,high school seniors au,

𝐞𝐱𝐭: super ultra short drabble. shortest thing ive ever written, hope u guys like it!

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It was hot, the entire room was stuffy and humid. Lips smacking against one another and heavy panting were the only things that filled the room. Your hands were all over Mingi’s body, one tangled in his soft silky tresses and the other finding purchase on his bare shoulder. His shirt had been unbuttoned halfway, part of it slipping off his broad frame and exposing his defined collarbones and strong chest. 

Mingi’s large palms cupped each and every curve of your body: ass, tits, thighs, face. Any and all curves he could get his hands on, he’d touch. Because he’s addicted. Addicted to your skin against his, addicted with how his hands are the perfect fit to every part of your body. He’s gone mad because he’s so in love with how your lips taste against his. So soft and plump and covered in his favourite peach lip gloss. 

Sitting on his lap was your favourite position. Having him tower over you no matter the situation because he is just that tall made your toes curl and fingers tingle. One of your hands trailed down to Mingi’s chest, drawing circles and electric doodles onto his skin before following the line of the tank top he wore underneath his school uniform. 

Once Mingi swiped a tongue along your bottom lip, it was over for you. At just that one move he had you putty in his arms. A whine escaped your lips when they parted and you eagerly tried to take his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You want him to explore you, like he has done many times before yet you can’t seem to get enough. Mingi was too addicting. 

You were too inebriated with his touch, his warmth, the sparks that erupt at his fingertips and zips straight into your core. He was high on the taste of your lips and the miniscule whines that called for him, needing him as if he was the water you drink and food that you feast on.

With your lover’s tongue brushing up against yours, you straighten your back and tilt your head off to the right, desperate to feel him deeper in you. To have more of his skin on yours. Every inch of your body feels like it’s getting iced and burnt at the same time, yet inside it’s as if you have piping hot liquid lust sloshing around. 

And then.

“Hun.” You gasp, placing your palms firmly on your boyfriend’s shoulders to pull away. Your eyes snapping to the glowing phone thrown haphazardly onto your pillows. The screen lit up with your brother’s name splayed across it and vibrating with his favourite song “Girl’s Talk” by Jiwoo and Sooyoung. 

Mingi just grunts and keeps his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. His large hand slides up behind your neck and tugs you back into his kiss. He’s been itching to kiss you all day. Fingers twitching to finally comb through your meticulously brushed hair and dishevel it from your ponytail. He’s waited nearly four hours to finally get you to himself since the graduation ceremony started. 

“Leave it, Hun.” 

“But, Gi.” You whine, hands sliding up to his jaw im an effort to break free. “It’s Seonghwa.”

“And? C’mon Hun. Just let me kiss you for fifteen minutes.” He gives you the cutest puppy eyes ever and you try your damn hardest to not fall into his charms. 

“We’ve been making out for the past thirty minutes, Gi.” 

“Thirty-five minutes then.”

You giggle. Apparently you weren’t immune to whatever Mingi’s powers were, because one pout from him has your resolve crumbling and whittling away. So your lips find their way back to your lover’s and you proceed to give him the affection he asked for. Your ringing phone and ever so worried brother forgotten in the background. 

The ringing stopped sometime while you ate each other’s faces out. Maybe it was when you shrugged your blouse off and let Mingi palm at your breasts, or when he paused for a moment to let you lick at his fingertips. Neither of you noticed, too caught up in each other’s tastes and scents. Too addicted to each other. 

At some point, Mingi’s pants unbuttoned and your skirt flipped up to expose your (more like Mingi’s) favourite black panties. Mingi was now leaning back on your headboard, hands gripping your hips as you hovered over his clothed erection. 

It had been well over thirty five minutes when you started grinding your core onto Mingi. But, really, who’s counting? Not you, and definitely not Mingi who seems to be preoccupied with kneading your ass into clay. Can you blame him? When the swell of your ass fits perfectly into his cupped palms and his fingertips genty dip and dig into your flesh. 

Like a moth to a flame, you were sucked into his touch once more. It was all just Mingi… Mingi. Mingi. Your senses filled with him. Your skin wrapped around his, his scent fogging in your mind. You have no choice but to think about Mingi. 

Mingi.

“Mingi!” You yelp.

“Y/n!” Seonghwa yells from downstairs, the sound of his feet pattering against the carpet follow the echoes of his voice. 

A curse leaves Mingi’s kiss-plumped lips and you have to resist kissing them again. A simple task considering your brother is right down the hallway, making his way up to your room where you’re perched on top of your boyfriend’s hardened dick. Which means you have to hop off and try to make the situation look presentable. 

So, with Seonghwa’s footsteps nearing by the second, you grab Mingi’s arm and fling him in the direction of the bathroom. He nearly slips on the tiles but you’ve no time to tend to him, opting to shut the door running towards your closet.

“Mom said– Jesus christ!” 

Seonghwa slams your bedroom door close as soon as he shoved it open upon seeing your nearly naked form struggling to button up your shirt. 

“I’m changing, you fuck!” The best lie you ever came up with. 

“Well, hurry up! Mom and dad are already at the restaurant!”

You tug your skirt down and pat the frizz out of your hair, looking in the mirror to see your skin coloured in red– not from the embarrassment of having your brother walk in on you ‘changing’. At the same time you hear Mingi flush the toilet and he comes out with his face dripping with cold water and a deep blush etched onto his skin, similar to yours. 

“Okay, let’s go.”  You huff, with Mingi clinging onto your arm. The both of you finally looking decent enough to see your parents. Seonghwa mutters ‘took you long enough’ under his breath before leading the way out of the house. 

You’re probably not gonna do that again (spoiler: you did). The amount of embarrassment and shame you’d have been in would probably make you bury yourself alive. And the sheer luck you had for having a brother whose gullible enough to believe your little fib, maybe someone up there was looking over you. 

But Seonghwa’s not that gullible (his suspicions only solidifying when you came out hand in hand with your boyfriend), and now he knows that if he ever gets sent to voicemail, he should not try to barge into your room.

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