If you’re still writing blurbs... #5 Mingi 😬👉🏼👈🏼
5; hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
As much as you love wintertime, you have to admit that the cold can be too much for you to handle, hence why you always find yourself bundled up in blankets upon blankets on the couch or with ten mugs of whatever hot beverage you can put in your body each day.
That is where Mingi finds you today: smothered under many layers of blankets with the television on in the background and a mug of hot tea off to the side. He huffs out a laugh that announces his presence in the doorframe, but you don’t dare move from your cozy bedding. The air filtering in through the door is enough to deter you from doing so.
“It’s not even that cold outside,” he reasons, snapping the door shut and closing out the cold air.
“Well, care to make room under there for me?”
“That requires moving,” you whine. Mingi approaches the couch nonetheless with a gummy smile thrown your way. You know you don’t stand a chance against that smile, and you’re already peeling back the layers to make room for him by the time he reaches you. “You better not bring any cold under here.”
“No promises,” Mingi grunts as he falls atop your body and smothers you deeper into the couch. You greet him with a soft and gentle kiss, one that doesn’t ask for anything more than the slight pressure it brings. His large hands come to rest on your sides. He dances over the material of your shirt for a few seconds before slipping a few cold fingers underneath. Cold grazes your hip bones, eliciting a soft gasp that inhales the air from Mingi’s mouth into yours, and he chuckles against you upon hearing your reaction.
“That was cold, you bastard.”
