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scribbling about sexual tension with mingi
just imagining him teasing you for weeks on end. every time you see him at a party or something he seeks you out, teases you and riles you up, only to leave you hanging. and it's clear it's a tease for him too. it's clear from the heated depths of his dark gaze that he wants you just as bad. he just has fun playing with you. murmuring in your ear that you look sexy in your outfit, leaning in close enough for you to smell his cologne, is just as thrilling for him as it is for you.
then one night he gives you a ride him, and the tension btw you both is palpable. it doesn't help that he's in a pinstripe suit with no shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, everything on full display. and you tell him that you want him, point blank, asking if he wants you too. that's when he pulls over and decides to show you how much he wants you too, kissing you, deeply, letting his tongue slip out and tease your lips. and as electrifying as his kisses are, it's the touch of his hand on your wrist that really supercharges your longing. his touch is surprisingly restrained, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist, waiting for you to lean into his touch. and you do, letting him guide your hand between his legs. slowly, sensually, he guides your hand over the length of his cock, letting you feel how his cock presses against the fabric of his pants, heat pulsing from his arousal, and you gasp as you take in just how big he is
"feel that?" he rasps against your lips, a hint of a smirk lifting the corner of his own, "that's how much i want you. think you can handle me?"
thinking about the way his head tilts back when you start touching him, the rough moan he lets out, and the way he starts fucking grinding into your hand 😳
