riding mingi after the show
the second mingi walked into your shared hotel room, his hair damp from the post-show shower and a towel slung around his neck, you knew exactly where the night was heading. he didnโt even try to hide the way his eyes dragged over youโsitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him like you had nowhere else to be.
"you didnโt come to the afterparty," he said, his voice low and rough, still carrying that adrenaline-fueled edge from the stage. he dropped the towel onto the back of a chair, leaning against the doorframe with that cocky smirk that made your stomach flip.
"didnโt feel like sharing," you shot back, biting your lip as you met his stare. "thought maybe iโd get the private encore."
his smirk deepened, sharp and full of heat, as he crossed the room in a few quick strides. "oh, youโll get it," he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed until you were flush against him. "you just better keep up, baby."
before you could answer, his lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding, his hands roaming over your hips and under your thighs. you gasped when he bit down on your bottom lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pressed you back against the bed.
"fuck, youโve been on my mind all night," he rasped, pulling back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown with lust as his fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them down your legs. "kept thinking about thisโhow youโd look riding me, moaning my name."
"then stop thinking and let me," you whispered, your breath hitching as you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to free him.
he groaned, his hands gripping your thighs as you straddled him, the heat between your bodies making you both shiver. "youโre so fucking impatient," he muttered, but there was no bite to itโjust pure need as he lined himself up, his tip brushing against you.
"canโt help it," you replied, sinking down onto him slowly, your nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to the stretch. "been waiting for this all night."
his head tipped back, a low groan rumbling from his chest as you started to move, your hips rolling against him. his hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as his teeth caught his bottom lip, his eyes glued to the way you took him.
"shit," he hissed, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "you feel so goodโfuck, just like that, baby."
the way he filled you had your mind spinning, your moans growing louder with each bounce of your hips. his lips found your neck, teeth grazing over your skin before sucking a mark just above your collarbone, and the sensation only spurred you on.
"mingi," you whimpered, your voice shaking as his hands slid down to your ass, squeezing hard as he thrust up to meet you. "youโre soโfuckโ"
"perfect," he groaned, his pace quickening, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. "youโre fucking perfectโtaking me so well. you donโt even know what you do to me."
you could feel yourself unraveling, the heat building in your core as his hands tightened their grip, his lips trailing down your chest. "come on, baby," he rasped, his voice strained. "let go for me. i wanna feel you."
his words sent you over the edge, your body trembling as you cried out his name, and the way you clenched around him had him following seconds later, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he buried himself deep, his grip on you unrelenting.
the room fell silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, your bodies tangled together as you both tried to catch your breath. mingi pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing slow circles on your waist.
"guess you really did want that private encore," he muttered, a breathless laugh escaping his lips.
you grinned, brushing your fingers through his damp hair. "and you didnโt disappoint."
