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into the aurora - chapter thirty (ot8)

chapter thirty: always hold me close

chapter summary: it's getting harder and harder to ignore the things you've been keeping to yourself, so you do what you have to do and stay busy, and mingi does his best to help.

warnings: allusions to anxiety and depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, plus some smut because you know who else would we be lol - specific warnings for: heated make outs, fingering, tender / emotional sex, praise, some light dirty talk, big dick mingi

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, smut

word count: 6.7K

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Staying busy has always been a skill of yours, but after years of compartmentalization, you’re somewhat of a refined expert at it. As the calendar dates flick by, you adjust and adapt accordingly, pushing yourself deeper and deeper into work and social commitments to keep your mind busy. Dating eight men provides an almost constant buzzing distraction, but as they fall further into their own work in preparation of what’s to come, you need to start keeping yourself busy and your mind tired.

But even still, you’re reaching a particular kind of exhaustion that does very little to quell the sinking feelings in your chest. The tight anxiety and flood of memories. All of it mixing together in your body to try and tug you backwards in time. You’re accidentally nodding off in Hongjoong’s studio in the middle of the day when someone finally notices.

The sound of the door clicking shut properly startles you and you jolt back awake, your computer slipping off your lap and connecting with the floor.

Hongjoong jumps too and makes a surprised noise, yanking off his headphones, “Oh, god, okay, it’s just you,”

“Sorry,” You exhale low and slow to settle your hammering heart, “I didn’t mean to scare you,”

He nods, setting down his things and shutting the door before collapsing into his chair, “It’s fine,”

“I guess I drifted off a second,” You pull your laptop up off the floor and make sure everything’s in one piece.

“Mm,” He nods, “Did you not sleep well?”

“I’m fine,” You brush off his concern.

He looks at you a moment and then says,“You do look tired, darling.” He leans forwards, resting his elbows on his knees with his hands loosely clasped together.

In the dim light of the studio you take a good look at him and shake your head, “So do you,”

He nods, rubbing a hand over his bare face and through his hair, “Yeah, I guess I am tired,”

He rarely admits it and you push yourself up in your seat, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He murmurs, “I’m just ready for the break, we all need it,”

You chew the inside of your lip, watching him carefully, “You’ve all seemed a little tense this week. Is something going on with schedules?”

“It’s always like this before a break,” He explains, “even though it’s just a few days off… we’re all just ancy to get there. If anyone’s a little irritable, don’t take it personally.”

“You miss home,” You observe quietly, a knot tightening inside you.

“Yeah,” He breathes, “I really fucking do,”

They rarely talk about home. You know they talk to their parents and siblings often, but it’s rare that they share it quite like this. You know it hurts, you understand it more than they know.

“Joong,” You reach for him, giving his hand a squeeze, “we’ll be there soon,”

He takes a sharp inhale and clears his throat, blinking away the emotion and giving your hand a squeeze back before he drops it, “I know,”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You press him just a little more.

He shakes his head, “We’re used to it, don’t worry about us.”

“I always worry,” You murmur.

“Don’t,” He sighs, “we’ve been taking care of each other since before debut, we’re good at it. It’s just a tough week,”

You open your mouth to say something more, but he shakes it off and looks at you again.

“Besides,” He points out, “You’re dead on your feet. We should be bugging you to get some rest,”

You give him a tight smile, “I’ll stop bugging you if you stop bugging me?”

He laughs sharply and holds up his hands, “Fine, but good luck getting the others to abide by that,”

You stretch on the sofa and sigh, “I have too much work to do anyways,” you murmur, “sometimes I can’t believe how tight the deadlines are for albums that aren’t coming out for another eight months,”

“Welcome to my life,” He commiserates with a grin.

“Yeah,” You shrug, “and I’m helping Maddox with something new,”

“You are?” His eyebrows go high, “He didn’t mention that,”

You nod, “I had a little time last week and he asked me to listen to something, but it’s becoming a bit of a pet project,”

“Oh,” His face remains neutral, but you know he’s curious.

You and Maddox don’t spend much time together, just existing in the same circles in the Edenary bubble, but he’s kind and friendly just the same. When he asked you to listen to something, it was pretty clear he was just trying to make sure you didn’t feel excluded from a conversation he was having with the other senior producers in front of you. At the time you hadn’t expected for him to actually ask and consider your opinion, but here you are.

“Relax,” You smile, “it’s just the new single you already know about,”

“Ah,” He nods, “and you’re looking at it?”

“Yeah,” You smile, “he seemed to like my notes,”

He grins wide, any momentary flicker of jealousy passing, and instead he’s looking at you like you just solved world hunger, “That’s exciting,”

“I thought so,”

“Baby,” He leans forward, “is it weird to say I’m really proud of you?”

“No,” Your chest swells with warmth.

“Well,” He reaches for your hand, “then I’m really-”

A sharp knock on his door brings you both back to reality and he shifts back in his seat immediately, flipping his laptop open and refocusing. You follow his lead, and he glances at you once before calling through the door, “Come in,”

Chae pokes her head in, “Have you seen y/n?”

“Hey,” You answer for him, “do you need me?”

“There you are,” She smiles, “yeah, can I get your help? If I’m not interrupting,”

“No, no,” Hongjoong shakes his head, careful not to look back at you with too much familiarity.

“Perfect, thanks,” Chae looks back to you, and her eyes narrow a little, “let’s get a coffee first,”

You must look exhausted. You agree, making up some excuse about a late night editing, and you can see it all over Hongjoong’s face that he wants to ask if you’ll be around later, but it’s not the moment. Pulling away and refocusing on Chae and what she needs, you push yourself back into the motions of your day. You do what you do best, and you stay busy.

Later, you can’t stop thinking about your eight lovers missing home. You picture them happy and healthy, surrounded by their families, their friends, their futures, and you’re suddenly itching for a change of pace. You need something to draw your focus away from these spiraling thoughts, something that will take your mind away completely and leave you aching for sleep.

It takes a second for you to decide what you need is to text Ji-Ah, letting her know you’re coming to tonight’s class after all. You slip out of the company right at five without a word to anyone, just sending a quick courtesy text to let your boys know you’re going to class, and then you get moving.

You feel good during class, clear and sharp on the endorphin rush, and even after Hana dismisses everyone you keep your body moving and committed to the singular quiet you get with your boxing gloves on. There’s only so long you can push yourself though, and eventually your side flares hard with a sharp spike of pain, a stitch in your side that leaves you wheezing. You step back from the heavy bag to lean back against the padded wall of the gym, finally pushing off your gloves. Your thighs are burning, arms feeling like jelly, and you slide down the wall to find your water bottle and settle your aching side.

“What are you still doing here?” Ji-Ah asks as she exits the back office and sees you on the floor.

You cough lightly and take a swig of water, “I just wanted to work on something,”

“Class ended like an hour ago,” She checks her watch to confirm and narrows her eyes at you.

She’s not wrong, the jiu jitsu class did end an hour ago, and was the last formal class of the day, but the boxing gym is always open for a couple hours after the final class for anyone who wants open mat time. Tonight you’re the last one here, and despite your aching limbs, you don’t really feel ready to go home yet.

“Yeah,” You shrug, attempting to keep it light, “I know,”

“You’re being weird,” Ji-Ah comes closer.

“I’m not,” You take another drink, your chest finally feeling less tight.

“You’ve been here four times this week,” She points out, “and you’re working out double,”

“You wanted me to come,” You laugh, “I’m sorry I like it?”

Ji-Ah bites the inside of her cheek, looking you over, and it’s readily apparent to you that she’s seeing through your attempts at brushing her off. She grabs a clean towel off the rack to your side and tosses it down at you, “You’re working out like you’re in professional training, which is stupid. Is something going on?”

“No,” You shake your head, but you answered too quickly.

“Okay, so, yes,” She rolls her eyes, “is it work? I know I’m on the choreo side but you know, I can listen. I listen to Chae complain all the time,”

“Work’s fine,” You shake your head again, “it’s busy, but I think it’s always going to be busy,”

“Definitely,” She nods.

You sigh heavily and brush the sweat off your brow with the towel, “I don’t know, maybe I’m just looking for a distraction.”

“You should probably pick a distraction that isn’t going to blow your shoulder out,” She reaches out a hand to help you get up and you take it with ease.

“I know,” You let her haul you up, your legs feeling tingly from overuse.

“Seriously,” She squeezes your hand before letting it go, “you can talk to me if you need to. In Su isn’t hanging around again, is he?”

“No,” You smile, “I haven’t seen him since Yeo- you and I talked the first time,” You recover, your stomach flipping nervously.

She misses it, “Okay, well that’s good, but if there is something… I’m here,”

“Thanks, Ji,” You murmur, “I’ll let you know if I do need something,”

“You better,” She nods, “now please get out of here and get a shower,”

“Okay, okay,” You smile.

She jogs off, throwing a look over her shoulder at you before she hits the lockers and you’re left alone in the dim lighting of the gym. You want to keep going, the way your mind goes completely quiet when all you’re focused on is the bag in front of you, but you know your body won’t keep up.

It doesn’t take you long to clean up and pack up your things, but now that you’re ready to walk out, you don’t want to go home. You’re not ready to be alone with your thoughts, to have empty air to fill with nothing but memories of where you were this time four years ago.

It’s only nine.

is everyone home? - You shoot off a text to the group chat and wait, your leg bouncing nervously as you wait for anyone to answer.

headed there now - Wooyoung responds, and then follows up quickly - mingi and yeosang are still at the studio for a bit

You reply with a simple heart emoji, and just like that your plans change for the night.

You divert your ride to the studio office smoothly, knowing that this late it’s extremely unlikely anyone other than Mingi and Yeosang and their managers who already know about you are there. It doesn’t take too long to get there thankfully, but by the time you make it into the building you’re overflowing with nervous energy.

When the elevator doors finally open to let you out into the studio, your mind immediately quiets. Yeosang is sitting in one of the spare chairs, dripping in sweat and drinking as much water as he can in one gulp, and Mingi is still up and facing the mirrors, focused on a particular series of movements for an upcoming performance.

“Hey,” You wave, and Mingi jumps a little, having not heard you when you came in.

“Hey, babe,” Mingi’s breathing hard, grinning, “what are you doing here?”

“Woo said you guys were here,” You offer, skirting what you really need with ease.

“Did you want to come home with me?” Yeosang pushes himself to stand, “I’m heading out after a shower,”

“Oh, you’re leaving soon?”

He nods and towels off before heading towards you, “I have an early pre-recording tomorrow,” he explains, “I need to get home and sleep,”

“Got it,” You smile, “I think I’ll stay… if that’s okay with you, Mingi?”

Mingi nods, and Yeosang shrugs as he takes another long sip of water.

“Well,” You brush Yeosang’s arm with your fingertips, “I’m sorry I missed you today,”

“Me too,” He pulls you in, kissing you soundly and smiling against your lips, “but I’ll be around tomorrow night,”

“Okay,” You peck his lips again, “sounds good,”

He jogs out a moment later, smiling and throwing the towel over his shoulder so he can head to the locker room, and you wait until he’s fully out of sight for long enough before you let the tense knot inside yourself break.

“You can come back with me,” Mingi says, not looking directly as you as he searches for a water bottle of his own, “I just want to work on-”

His words cut off hard as you rush into his arms, colliding with him and ducking your head into his chest.

Mingi makes a soft noise of surprise, brushing a wide hand over the back of your head, “Whoa, whoa, what’s going on?”

You can’t say it, not yet, if you say it now you’ll break down entirely and this is not the time or the place, so you settle on some version of the truth. With a shake of your head into his shirt you swallow hard, “I’m stressed,” you manage.

“Did something happen?” He wraps his arms around you.

“No,” You sigh, “I’m just… tired, I needed you,”

He’s quiet for a second, brushing his fingers over your ponytail, “Is it something with Sangie? You seemed okay with him a second ago,”

“Not at all,” You assure him, shifting in his arms so you can rest your cheek on his chest and squeeze him tighter.

“Talk to me,” He murmurs, slipping his fingers under the bottom of your shirt so he can stroke your bare skin.

He needs some kind of an explanation for your sudden clinging, and you nuzzle into him, “I’m feeling… overwhelmed I guess?”

“Ah,” He murmurs, brushing your back a little higher, “Is that why you’re here?”

“Mhm,” You sigh into him, “everything’s just a lot today,”

“Everything?” He squeezes you.

“Yeah,”

“Do I need to be worried?” He asks softly, “Or do you just need a minute?”

“A minute,” You reply softly.

“Then I’m here,” He kisses your hair, “take a minute,”

You rest in his embrace, leaning your body against him and letting him support your weight, your mind finally silent in a way that you had been craving all day. You’re not sure exactly how long you stay like this, but eventually he cups either side of your face and draws your head up, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

Yes. You’re so close to it, to sighing and let it pour out of you, but instead you just shake your head, “You just help quiet things down for me,”

He smiles, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks, “Oh,”

You sigh again, letting your limbs relax in his hands, and his eyes finally flick over you in earnest and realize what you’re wearing.

“Did you just come from the gym?”

“Yeah,” You nod, “I stayed late with Ji-Ah after class,”

“Wasn’t class at like six?” He observes. You forget sometimes how watchful he can be, how much he picks up on when everyone’s not looking.

“Also yes,”

“Were you working out that whole time?” His eyes narrow a little.

You shrug, gearing up to argue about how they do the exact same thing, running their bodies into the ground to keep in tip top condition and nail every single second of choreography.

He surprises you again though, “You really do need a distraction, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Well,” He steps back and shakes out his limbs, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor and heading for the speaker to the side wall, “if you don't want to tell me what’s bothering you, that’s fine, but I think I get it.”

You’re sure that he does, but you hold your tongue, waiting to see what he does next.

“I need to finish working on something,” He says, flicking the music back on, “and it’s driving me insane that I can’t get this, so I’m going to teach you.”

“Mingi,” You laugh, “I’m not really a dancer,”

“And?”

“I just don’t know that teaching me is really going to help you when I have no idea what I’m doing,” You shrug, “I don’t want you to waste your time just because I wanted a hug,”

“Okay first of all,” He smiles, picking up his phone so he can control the music, “I’m asking you for help,”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” He unzips the hoodie he’s wearing and tosses it across the floor of the studio, leaving him in a pair of black sweatpants and a charcoal gray sleeveless t-shirt, the deep dips of the arm holes leaving very little to the imagination. He smirks when he sees you staring, “Like something you see?”

“Shut up,” You break your eyes away from the perfect definition of his arms.

“Stare at me later,” He says, taking a step closer, “and help me with this.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to do,” You admit.

“Drop your stuff,” He nods towards the side wall, “and then we can help each other. I need to figure this shit out before we go home, and you need to forget about whatever is upsetting you.”

By the time you’re back in the middle of the studio floor with him, he’s in the zone. He’s focused and intense, watching a video on his phone of the BB Trippin choreography. You watch his eyes track the man wearing Mingi’s name on his chest, and then he sighs, handing you the phone.

“Okay, watch everything after the bridge,” He instructs.

You set up the video and let it play, watching as the choreography team slams out quick fire move after move. The intensity of the music building along with it.

“Shit,” You glance up at him, “this is intense,”

“Yeah,” Mingi nods, “and I keep fucking up the timing,”

You loop the video again and watch it, and then nod, “What can I do?”

“Let me talk this out,” He says, moving to stand in front of you, “if I break it down piece by piece for you it might start clicking,”

“Fine,” You pass the phone back to him and rub your hands together, “but you are not allowed to laugh,”

He grins, “I’ll do my best,”

You roll your eyes at him, and then together you get to work.

An hour later you kind of understand one section of things and have your body moving on beat. Mingi’s standing behind you now, watching you in the mirror intently and following along with your steps as he instructs. “That’s actually not bad,” He nods, “do that part again,”

You follow his earlier instruction again, trying to move your body in the way he explained and demonstrated, smiling back when you see his face continue to light up.

“Alright,” He stretches his arms back up over his head, shirt riding up at the bottom and revealing the taut plane of his stomach, “watch me,”

Your eyes flick over him as you settle back against the mirrors, and he seems pleased that you’re watching but doesn’t say anything this time around. You queue up the music for him and you watch. He’s nearly perfect, slipping up again on the one section he keeps making mistakes with and he curses under his breath.

“Alright, again,” He gestures for you to fix the track and you do. You know better than to push him to stop now, he needs it just like you needed the quiet earlier.

It takes four more run-throughs before he nails it, and three more after that until he has it down comfortably, and by the time he’s there, sweat is dripping off him and all you can do is watch the way it makes his toned arms shine as he moves.

“That’s good,” You tell him as he slows to a stop, “you look really good,”

He quirks an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Your dancing,” You clarify, even though he can see right through you.

He takes a step towards you, his eyes flicking purposefully up and down your body, “Are you saying that only my dancing looks really good?”

A smile bubbles out of you, “No,”

“What else looks really good?” He smirks.

“Mingi,” You sigh, but he’s closing in on you.

The studio is so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and he leans in close, bracing his hands on the mirror behind you until he’s fully enclosed over you with a self satisfied smile on his face, “You really like me, don’t you?”

Your heart thuds in your chest, but you can’t answer him.

“Cute,” His hand slips down your arm, “Why do you look so nervous? We’ve kissed before,”

“We’ve done a lot more than kiss,” You laugh softly.

“And you’re still getting all blushy with me?” He teases you, “I didn’t know I made you this flustered,”

Your stomach flip flops, “Shut up,”

“Tell me you think I’m hot,” He presses closer, your bodies almost touching, “I saw you watching,”

“You know how hot you are,” You brush him off as best you can, “you don’t need me to tell you,”

“I want you to tell me,” He shakes his head.

“Fine,” You straighten up, brushing your hands down his chest and pushing up on your tiptoes to meet his eyes a little better, “Mingi, you’re really, really fucking hot, and you’re driving me insane,”

He smirks, “Good,”

“Good-”

His lips crash against yours and you squeak against him, he’s all over you now, pushing you into the wall of mirrors and pulling you closer by the hips simultaneously. His hands are hungry and searching, his tongue insistent. Every thought that’s plagued you for the day suddenly dissipates. All you can feel is his mouth on yours, the way your body flutters under his touch, the feeling of his cock half hard and pressed into your belly.

“We can’t do this here,” You groan as his lips move down your throat, “someone could come in,”

“I know,” He cups your breast through your top and kneads the soft flesh in his palm, “I’m not going to fuck you in the practice room,”

He says it so bluntly you laugh and blink your eyes back open, “You’re not?”

“No,” He nips at your throat, “I’m going to take you home and fuck you,”

You curse softly, your hips rolling against him unconsciously.

“You want me that bad?” He chuckles.

You almost roll your body again, drag him back to your lips and beg him to fuck you here and now, but somewhere on this floor his manager is waiting and you know you can’t. You push him back, using the mirror behind you for some leverage and he stumbles back, a grin on his flushed face.

“Let’s go home,” You sigh, “I think you got the dance down.”

He laughs sharply, “Yeah,”

“Come on,” You put some space between you and start to pack up your stuff, “I’m sure everyone’s wondering where we are anyways,”

It takes him a second to relax, lose the start of his erection and be presentable enough to leave, but the electricity is still there and sparking between you. “They’re probably not,” He says finally, “they’re probably asleep,”

“True,” You murmur, seeing that it’s already past eleven.

“Let’s hope,” He quirks an eyebrow at you, and within a minute you’re on your way back to the dorms.

Everyone is not asleep though, quite the opposite. They’re all awake, crowded in the kitchen and living room, and you’re stuck being passed between all of them as they catch up on your day and get a little flirting in. The heat that had been bubbling insistently between you and Mingi fades as the night twists away from you, and you both silently decide on cold showers. Separate, very cold showers.

Even then, everyone’s still up. Only San and Jongho disappearing to play video games, but that doesn’t make the night feel any less busy. Seonghwa brings up break out of the blue, the idea off days off and childhood friends so close they can almost touch it. They’re excited, and you’re happy for them, but your head is starting to hurt.

Mingi takes you to bed quietly, pulling you gently away from the busy conversation the minute your mind starts to disconnect from where you are and start to wander backwards. No one blinks an eye, it’s so commonplace now that one of them would come to you and take you to bed, even if it’s just to sleep. You both wish everyone good night, and then you’re alone.

In your room, he peels away the layers of your clothing until you’re stripped bare and standing at the edge of your bed. You don’t have to talk, not with him. Mingi shrugs off his sweatpants and tosses his shirt to the side, his cock starting to stiffen as he takes a few steps towards you and brushes his hand along your bare back. When he looks at you like this, you could feel exposed and nervous, but you don’t have an ounce of self consciousness. No need to cover up or look away in giggled shame. Instead you hold his eyes and let it all fall away.

He dips down, and you think he means to kiss you, but instead he holds you steady with his wide hands on your back as he crouches, pressing a firm kiss to your breastbone. He sighs against your skin, pressing slow kisses across the tops of your breasts, and you thread a hand into his messy hair.

“You’re beautiful,” He murmurs, “let me take you to bed,”

The crackling intensity and teasing from earlier is gone, but inside this smooth tenderness you can barely breathe. You nod, brushing your hand through his hair again and again.

He straightens up and draws you towards the bed, easing you down into the covers and meeting you in the center of the mattress. You’re tucked close together like this, eye to eye with your bodies pressed against each other, and you’re suddenly reminded of your very first night together. The way he watched over you so carefully then, close just like you are now.

“y/n,” He says quietly, “whatever it is, let it go for tonight,”

You nod, releasing a shaky exhale and packing it back up for another day. It was only a moment of weakness.

“Mingi,” You drag your hand down his chest, feeling his abdominals stiffen as you drift lower, “touch me, please,”

“Mhm,” He hums, moving his hand from its resting place on your waist to the junction of your thighs, coaxing your leg up and open so he can slowly roll his fingers over your bud.

The comfort of it is immediate and you sigh pleasantly, dropping your forehead to his.

“Like that?” He commits to a rhythm and checks in again, “Faster?”

You shake your head against him and make a small negative noise, “No, just,” your breath catches, but you recover, “a little harder,”

His fingers respond in kind, increasing in intensity but never quickening.

You moan softly, dizzy at the heat suddenly drifting up your body, “Mingi,”

“Relax,” He murmurs, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and easing you against him, softly urging you to release your tense muscles, “let it go,”

You wish you could. Words catch in your throat, but instead you reach for him and close your fingers around his wrist, tugging his hand away from your core and he leans back to get a good look at you.

“What?” He looks concerned.

“Can you just kiss me?” You reach for him, “Just for a minute,”

“Come here,” He wraps an arm around you, pulling you across the sheets until you’re pressed flush together, “I’ll kiss you all night if you want,”

Sometimes he makes you melt, like you might dissolve right into the bedding for him and only him.

Mingi nuzzles your cheek with his nose, pressing soft, deliberate kisses across your face until your eyes flutter shut. Everything with him is blissfully quiet, and you’re cocooned inside this space with him alone. He eases his mouth down against yours, slowly parting your lips and flicking his tongue along the underside of yours.

Moment by moment your body starts to relax, muscles that you didn’t even know were tense releasing until you’re boneless in his arms. He takes his time with you, kissing you lazily, his hands slowly stroking your skin and kneading the soft flesh. You can feel your body responding, fluttering heat through you and the slow build of wetness between your legs.

“Hmm,” He sighs against your lips, “you’re so soft, and so warm,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” He murmurs as he breaks away from your mouth, “come right up here for me,”

You let him drag your body on top of his as he settles down onto his back, leaving you lying fully on top of him, his now fully hard cock trapped between your bodies. He rolls his hips once to feel some friction and sighs, reaching for you and brushing your hair away from your face, holding you softly above him, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” You tell him honestly.

His eyebrows raise, “Nothing at all? While we’re like this?”

You smile at him, shifting over him until you’re straddling his hips properly and then you ease back down over him to press your lips to his, “All day I’ve been dying to think about nothing, I don’t mean it that way,”

“Ah,” He brushes your cheek and kisses you again, “so I’m helping?”

“You know you are,” You shuffle forwards a bit, sliding your body up so that his cock slots perfectly between your wet folds.

He groans, his hands finding your hips, “Babe,”

“Hmm?” You kiss him again, rocking yourself just a little on top of him.

“Again,” He squeezes your hips.

You rock more this time, grinding against his length and dragging your clit up and down his shaft, and you pant quietly against his mouth.

“You’re so wet,” He sighs, “just from kissing?”

“You’re a good kisser,” You tease him, letting your lips travel down his jaw and over his tender throat.

He hisses softly when you suck at his pulsepoint, his hands now helping drag you back and forth over his length.

“Mingi,” You moan softly as pleasure curls in your lower belly, “I want you inside,”

“Fuck,” He curses, “yes, god, whatever you want,”

You center your hands on his chest as an anchor and lift your hips high, and Mingi helps guide his cock to your entrance. You go slow, ease down his shaft inch by inch to give yourself time to adjust to his size again. He’s watching you carefully, taking stock of every microexpression and when you let out a little huff halfway down he closes his hands over your hips and holds you still.

“You okay?” He checks in.

“Perfect,” You assure him, “you feel just right,”

His hands soften and you let yourself lower down more still until he’s sheathed fully inside and your hips are resting comfortably back down on his. His brows are knit together, and you feel his cock twitch inside you as he soaks in the tight heat of you.

You push up and drop down experimentally, just an inch or two to test the feeling out for yourself and make sure you’re really ready to take him in earnest, and he moans tightly below you.

“Good?” You smile, dragging your hands down his chest and over his abs, your fingers ghosting over the line of hair that runs from his navel downwards.

“Mm,” He nods, blinking up at you, “you’re so tight,”

Slowly you start to circle your hips, gradually leaning your weight onto his chest again to begin a slow, steady bounce that drags him in and out of your aching body deliciously slowly. Your thighs are burning, overused from your hard workout and helping Mingi at the studio, but you push through the soreness to keep feeling his cock dragging over every perfect spot inside you.

He cants his hips upwards once, connecting your hips harder and you shudder, fingers tight on his chest, “Mingi, baby, I’ll come like that,”

“Good,” He snaps his hips up again, “I want you to,”

You bite down on your lip, pressing your eyes shut tight as you focus on the sensations of your bodies together. It’s slow and easy, but with every passing second the tension in both your bodies starts to build, sweat breaking out on your brow and blush coloring his chest pink.

He’s stretching you wide and deep, the push of him inside you making your body twist into the right spot for him to rake over your g-spot again and you moan tightly, “B-baby, you’re so fucking big,”

“Shit,” His hips stutter when you say it and your eyes flutter open.

You drop down fully over him, taking him back to the hilt and lock your hands over his where they sit anchored on your hips. You sit back up watching him carefully, the blush creeping up his neck now, his plump lips red and swollen from kissing, and he looks like he might come any second. He whines a little when you stop moving, and you smile down at him.

An insatiable need is sudden and singular in your mind, and you reach for the thread, ready to pull him apart if he’ll let you. “Do I not tell you enough, baby?”

He swallows hard, unable to answer.

“Don’t you know how deep you are inside me?” You maintain your grip on his hands and raise yourself up with just your legs, dropping down hard.

He groans, his nails digging into your hips.

“Don’t you know how full you make me?” You roll your hips back and forth and sigh at the sensation.

His brain finally seems to connect, and he shakes his head slowly beneath you, his eyes glued to yours, “Tell me,”

“Watch,” You tell him, nodding down and instructing him to look where his cock disappears inside you.

He looks immediately, and you press all the way up, drawing him almost fully out of your body before you drop back down with a whimper. He groans and bucks his hips but you hold yourself steady.

“Baby,” You shift his hand, dragging it over your body and settling it over your lower abdomen, “I can feel you everywhere,”

His fingers tighten over your belly, his head falling back against the pillows and his jaw sets tight when he moans.

“Mingi,” You sigh, resuming your pace as you bounce above him, “ah, fuck, Mingi, baby,”

He’s lost in the feeling of you for a minute, but at your cry he looks down and watches you, “God, look at you,”

You want to make him come, you know you can, but his cock is so steadily pulsing back and forth over the sweet, tender spot inside your walls and you know just a little more will roll you right over the edge into your own pleasure.

“P-please,” You push his hand down, “I’m- I need,”

“Shh, shh,” He murmurs, “I’ve got you,”

His thumb slides lower and finds your swollen clit with ease, and as you work your body up and down above him, he sets a steady circular pressure over your bud. You’re so close now, a trembling starting in your thighs and you bounce harder, taking him faster, firmer and deeper with every pulse of your hips.

“Mingi,” You whine, gripping onto his hand that still stays anchored on your hip.

“Oh fuck,” he huffs and you feel his hips start to buck up into you haphazardly, desperately looking for his own release.

“I’m so,” You bite down hard to keep from crying out too loudly.

“Come on beautiful,” He pants, “fuck me harder, come on my cock,”

“Ah, ah,” You head falls back and you focus on his words, the feeling of his thumb flicking your clit in earnest, and the taut cord inside you pulling apart at the seams, “I’m coming, I’m,”

You snap in his hands, the pace of your hips never slowing despite the sudden crash of your orgasm and he curses again below you, panting, and you know if you can just keep it up a little longer you’ll have him coming too.

Suddenly he groans and his next words nearly send you into a spiral, “Baby, say my name again,”

“Wh- oh, fuck,” Your eyes are pressed tightly closed as you try to keep going.

“Please,” He pants, “fuck, please,”

“Mingi,” Your voice stretches his name into a moan, your body overstimulated and trembling.

“God, again,” He groans, gritting his teeth, “say it again,”

You pull yourself back, looking down at him now as you ride him in earnest, both of his hands closing over your hips and helping drag you up and down at the exact intensity he needs. His mouth falls open when you lock eyes and you let yourself beg for him, “Mingi, baby,”

He makes a choked noise, his body locking up below you.

“Mingi, you feel so good,” You double down, “please, you fill me up so good, baby, Mingi,”

He releases sudden and hard, his head falling back as he slams your body down until your hips are flush together again, holding you in place as he comes hot inside you. He groans hard, his hips grinding up into yours as he lets the wave of pleasure pass through him.

When his body relaxes, you can feel that his mind is still slow and sluggish, but admittedly so is yours. You give him a dazed smile, and he pulls you down onto his chest again, rolling you both smoothly to the side so that he can hold you close but still leaving himself inside you.

You go to shift your hips back and draw him out, but he stops you, shaking his head against yours and gathering you close, “Give me a sec,” he manages.

You nod into his chest, quietly resting alongside him until he’s well enough recovered, finally pulling his softening cock free. He sighs, tugging your comforter up over your bare bodies and snuggles into you. There’s nothing to say, cocooned in his arms you finally fall asleep, your mind blissfully blank for the first time in days.

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