#ineedhim

minje's panting. it's loud, and if you weren't so incredibly desperate, you'd probably slap him across the face just to remind him you are still very much in his dorms, and someone could still very much walk in.

"stop squirming," he grumbles as his fingers curl inside of you, rubbing against that sweet spongey spot that makes your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. you can feel every vein, every painted nail grinding against your gummy walls.

"i-i'm trying. but you're--" you gesture to the mess beneath the sheets, your arousal smeared all over your thighs and his wrist.

he's been teasing you like this, denying you what you really need for what feels like hours now. it drives you crazy--at one point he speeds up, the other he stops and simply watches your hand desperately pump his shaft.

oh, right. there's that--your hand, small in comparison to his big veiny ones, wrapped around his throbbing, leaky dick. you're trying to keep up, you really are, but if it was a competition, he'd be beating you. doing laps around you, really.

"y-you close?" he breathes out, breath hot against the shell of your ear. it grosses you out and turns you on at the same time, and you're twisting your head to the side to sloppily meet his lips in lazy kisses just to stop him from breathing so hard on you.

"yeah, close," you mumble back, flicking your wrist up to squeeze at his sensitive tip. he gasps, whimpers, eyes squeezing shut as he scissors his fingers inside of you in return. its an intoxicating mix of pain of pleasure, and before you know it, you're bucking into his hand, gasping for air as stars explode behind your eyes.

"so close, m-minje, close," you whine, back arching high.

and then he stops, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he looks down at you with those big, glassy, innocent eyes. he pretends not to notice the way you're rolling your hips up still, trying to find any sort of relief.

"wha-what? you gotta work for it, baby," he teases between heavy breaths, pressing a messy kiss to your jaw.