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“Just fucking fuck me already!” Mingi sobbed, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at his boyfriend from where he was sat on the floor, a freshly cum stained pillow between his thighs.
Had San heard correctly? Did his precious little Mingi just curse? Twice?? In the same sentence!?
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The break between semesters was over and the two males were back to the grind of learning in their college classes. Mingi was excited as he started his second semester because he felt as if he was one step closer to his dreams of becoming a forensic psychologist.
“Hey, Mingi~” Wooyoung said sweetly as his best friend settled in the seat beside him, taking no time at all to attach himself to his side.
“Hey.” Mingi smiled brightly, not even bothered by the way the other male was clinging to him.
Neither of them noticed when a few other people turned back to look at them, whispering excitedly to each other.
“How was the break?”
“It was good, especially going to London.”
Wooyoung smiled mischievously, “And how is it with your new neighbors?”
Of course Wooyoung knew about what had happened that day. There was little to nothing that Mingi didn’t tell him. Which was perfect for the raven haired male, always enjoying the fact that he was regularly supplied juicy gossip.
The brunette noticeably blushed, “Uh- it’s okay. We all hang out sometimes but we kind of pretend that that day didn’t happen.”
Wooyoung let out his signature high-pitched giggle; which was right in Mingi’s ear, seeing as the shorter male was resting his head on the other’s shoulder.
“Thanks for that- right in my ear. I think I’m going to go deaf.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Gigi~”
One of the girls that was sitting closest to the pair let out a small squeal and turned to her friend, gushing about how cute of a ‘couple’ they were in hushed whispers.
The best friends were oblivious to the fact that the occupants of the lecture hall were gossiping about them, convinced that they were in a relationship, all because Wooyoung was such a clingy little bugger.
“Good morning, everyone!” The psychology professor said in her usual cheery tone as she entered the room. “I trust that everyone’s break went well. No, shall we get started?”
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San hummed to himself, backpack slung over one shoulder as he crossed the courtyard to get to his next lecture. He walked past a huddle of about five girls who were all crowded around, looking at one of their phones. He kept walking but stopped short when he heard one of them squeal something along the lines of “Mingi and Wooyoung are such a cute couple!”
Curious, he made his way to them. The girls, probably freshmen, looked up at him in shock. The Choi San, one of the hottest guys on campus according to most, was standing there in front of them.
“D-Do you..uhm- can we help- help you?” The blonde of the group asked softly, stumbling over words.
“Uh, yeah. What were you looking at? I heard you say something about Mingi and Wooyoung.”
“Oh, yeah. Here.”
A girl with blue hair presented her phone to him, only for him to see a very clingy Wooyoung so close to Mingi when he was talking that their faces were mere inches apart. Way too close for San’s liking.
With a pissed off look on his face, he stormed off, leaving the girls even more shocked and confused.
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“Woah, who took a fat shit in your cereal this morning?” Yunho asked with a laugh when San plopped into the seat next to him.
The dark haired boy jerked his head to look at him, a scary glare on his face. If looks could kill, Yunho would be dead three times over. The tall male leaned back away from him in surprise. He had never seen San looking so angry.
He was about to ask what was wrong when the girl and boy seated in the row in front of them started conversing quite loudly about the situation.
“Did you see the video? They’re so cute! Woogi is definitely gonna be the cutest couple on campus.”
“Ooo, girl, you are absolutely correct.”
Woogi? Yunho thought hard before it dawned on him. Wooyoung. Ming. Woogi. He knew the two were friends because he always saw them together. Now he got why San looked like he was about to commit murder to someone’s entire bloodline.
“Hey, calm down. You and I both know that Mingi is committed to you. Plus they’re best friends, stop worrying.”
“I don’t care,” San said through gritted teeth, “Wooyoung shouldn’t be throwing his body all over him. And Mingi shouldn’t be allowing it.”
Sure, San had already let three other men touch his beautiful princess, but that was different. He had been there the whole time and allowed them to do so. However he was absolutely floored that Wooyoung had the audacity to touch Mingi without much thought.
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Mingi stared out the window as he ate his lunch, smiling a little to himself. He was sitting in the same booth he had sat in on the day of orientation, the day San gave him a handjob under the table and he had shamelessly enjoyed it.
The sound of a tray slamming down on the table startled him out of his thoughts. He looked to see an irritated San sitting across from him, stabbing angrily at his salad.
“San...are you okay?”
All he got was a threatening glare and Mingi wanted to cry. Did he do something wrong? He didn’t think he did, he had actually been really good the last week and San had rewarded him with tons of cuddles and warm kisses. So why did the older male look so angry at him?
San chewed his food quickly, still looking pissed off. Mingi swallowed down the lump in his throat and willed the tears that stung his eyes to go away, not wanting to cry in public. They ate silently and Mingi ended up feeling sick to his stomach for the remainder of his classes.
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Mingi hung his keys up on the rack by the door once he entered the apartment. He then kicked off his Vans, not even bothering to put them with the rest of his shoes. He just wasn’t in the mood, feeling hurt,because San had ignored him the entire day, not even driving home together.
The brunette dragged his feet as he made his way to their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. All he wanted right now was to take a long, hot shower and cry.
He barely made it across the threshold and into the room when he was grabbed from behind and pushed roughly, face first onto the queen sized bed. He started thrashing wildly in panic until he heard San’s voice.
“Stop it.”
A firm slap was given on Mingi’s ass, making him whimper and unconsciously push his hips back towards San, wanting more. But San wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. Instead he grabbed a handful of Mingi’s soft brown locks and pulled up harshly, making the male cry out.
“Did you know that all day people were talking about you and Wooyoung? They kept squealing about how cute you two were, how adorably clingy Wooyoung is. I had to hear this all fucking day. Have you turned into such a slut that you’re no longer satisfied with what I give you? Do you need more than just my cock to fill your needs?”
San’s tone and words were so, so cruel. But in some sick way, they turned Mingi on so, so much. When the older male didn’t get a response he smacked the brunette’s ass again, much harder.
“Nnnuh- no, Sir! It’s not like that!” Tears were now flowing freely down his face, “Wooyoung is my best friend. Only need you to satisfy me. Please..”
He let go of Mingi’s hair and the male’s head fell to the bed, already feeling so weak and submissive. He didn’t dare move even when he felt San get off of him. The minutes dragged on painfully as he laid there, waiting.
The brunette heard what sounded like metal clinking together behind him. He was so curious to find the source of the sound but it was soon revealed when his arms were pulled behind his back and he felt cool metal around his wrists, along with a clicking sound. Handcuffs. San had put Mingi in handcuffs.
Mingi’s brain was still processing the situation when he was flipped onto his back, eyes meeting San’s dark ones.
“You should have been smart enough to tell Wooyoung that he shouldn’t touch you so carelessly.” San held the younger’s gaze as he spoke, “You were naughty for not doing so. You do know what naughty boys get, right?”
“Punishments..” Mingi was already breathless and the older had barely even done anything to him yet.
“That’s right,” San’s voice was laced with sarcastic praise, “It’s good to see that you have some sense in that dumb head of yours. Don’t you agree that you should get a punishment?”
The brunette shivered and squeezed his thighs together, “Yes, Sir. Punishment. Deserves punishment.”
The older male cackled at how adorably stupid Mingi sounded, “Mm, okay. Are you going to take the punishment like the good pup I know you usually are?”
“Yes!” Mingi squirmed as he strained against the cuffs, making them dig into his wrists.
A pretty little whine slipped past Mingi’s plush lips as his boyfriend undid the top of his pants. A satisfied hum came from San when the brunette pressed his feet to the floor and lifted his hips without having to be asked. This allowed him to easily slide his jeans and boxers off in one swift motion, leaving Mingi in just his white t-shirt.
The older male had to bite his tongue from keeping whatever compliments of how utterly beautiful Mingi was from falling out. He left the room without a word, all the brunette could do was lay there, thighs pressed together as he waited.
San was back within a couple of minutes with two things: a cup of ice cubes and something that was blue in color. The object was fairly long and quite thick, slightly curved as it neared the tip. Mingi was clueless as to what it was but didn’t have the courage to ask.
“Are you ready to start, princess?” San asked as he placed the items on the nightstand closest to him.
Mingi tilted his head back to be able to see his boyfriend from where he was laying at the end of the bed, “I’m ready. ‘M green.”
The shorter male took two ice cubes from the cup and popped one of them into his mouth, holding the other in his hand before going back to his boyfriend. He wordlessly straddled one of Mingi’s bare thighs and slid his unoccupied hand under the male’s neck, propping him up just a bit before he leaned down to kiss him.
Oh. This was definitely new. And Mingi was enjoying it fully. The cool ice was a welcomed sensation to the contrast of their warm mouths. The taller male’s lips parted slowly and the ice cube was pushed from San’s mouth into his. He sucked on it a little with a small moan. Soon they were passing the ice back and forth with sloppy kisses.
Suddenly a yelp left him when something cold was placed over one of his nipples. He pulled away after passing the ice back into San’s mouth, looking down to find the source. He found that San had the other piece of ice in his other hand and was rubbing Mingi’s nipples with it through his shirt, the wetness and cold easily seeping through the thin fabric.
San let go of the back of Mingi’s neck and took the other piece of ice out of his mouth before covering the male’s other nipple. He smirked as he teased both of the brunette’s nipples with the ice, reveling in how his nipples perked and the whimpers he received. He continued until the ice had melted, leaving two wet spots on his chest where the fabric had absorbed the water.
He leaned down, holding Mingi’s slim waist as he mouthed each nipple for a bit until the other male was trying to curl up on himself to stop San from abusing his over sensitive nipples any longer.
The dark haired boy just laughed and slid off of him, “Scoot up some on the bed and lay on your side, baby.”
With effort, Mingi used his legs to help push himself up until his head was laying on one of the many pillows on the bed before turning to lay on his right side, resisting the urge to lay on his stomach and just hump the mattress. He just wanted some friction on his aching cock but he knew better, San would be ever angrier if he did that.
San was then back on the bed and pressing his fully clothed crotch against Mingi’s naked ass. He then slid one arm under the other male, snaking it around his waist pulling him even closer. With his other hand, he slid three fingers into Mingi’s mouth, who welcomed them as he began to suck on them enthusiastically.
He licked the outer shell of Mingi’s ear, earning a soft groan from him as he continued sucking earnestly on the fingers in his mouth. The fingers left his mouth without warning and Mingi made a displeased noise, causing San to tsk. He was slowly realizing just how bad Mingi’s oral fixation really was.
“Oh, princess…” San breathed against the brunette’s ear as his saliva slick fingers prodded at the furl of Mingi’s pink hole.
“Sir..~” Mingi whimpered as he felt all three of the spit soaked fingers push forcefully past the ring of muscles in his ass. The stretch stung and he had to use whatever self control he had to keep from grinding back onto them.
The hand around Mingi’s waist slid lower until it wrapped around his neglected cock. A filthy moan was punched from his lungs as San’s hand and fingers moved at the same pace. He felt so sensitive and he couldn’t help but buck his hips up and then grind back onto San’s fingers. “Nn-nnnuhh...gonna cum.”
And then the touch was gone as the older male’s hands left his body. Mingi couldn’t help but cry pathetically. He had been so close and San had deprived him of his orgasm.
“No- please, sir..” The brunette wailed and he began to strain against the cuffs once again.
“Shut the fuck up, whore.”
San was now in front of him, his face so close that Mingi could feel his breath hit his lips every time he exhaled. He then held the blue object from earlier in front of the younger’s face.
“What’s..What’s that?”
“Oh, this? Just a little toy.” San hummed as he pressed a button that was located at the flat base of the silicone toy.
Mingi watched with big eyes as the toy began to vibrate and then he was moaning at just the thought of that nestled deep within his ass.
And soon that was exactly what he got. His body writhed on the bed as the toy vibrated deliciously inside of him, mixing up his insides. It felt so good and it wasn’t long before he felt that familiar pressure, his cock twitching. And just as he was about to hit his climax, he was empty again.
A frustrated moan left him as he finally realized that this is what his punishment was turning out to be.
Twenty long minutes passed and Mingi’s shirt was plastered to his body with sweat. He was placed on his back again and San was between his shaking thighs, one hand wrapped loosely around the brunette’s rock hard cock, the other busy playing a game on his phone.
Mingi’s mind had long checked out of his body as a way to distract from the pain between his legs. With sudden pressure against his heavy balls, he was brought back to find that San now had both hands on him. His cock was dripping and looked angry from being edged so many times.
“Please..Sir,” Mingi hiccuped, “Please just let me cum..”
Then San’s hands were leaving his aching cock and flipping him onto his stomach, making him let out a choked out cry which was cut short when he felt the handcuffs being opened and taken away.
The older male set the handcuffs and keys on the nightstand before grabbing one of Mingi’s pillows. The other boy watched him in silence, fearing that San would change his mind if he spoke.
“On the floor, princess.”
Mingi did as told and looked up expectantly, only to have his pillow thrown at him. He opened his mouth to question but was cut off.
“You wanna cum so badly? Then hump your pillow, pup.”
“H-Huh?”
“Or would you rather not have an orgasm at all?” San asked, eyebrows raised.
“No! This-This is fine. Thank you, Sir.”
And then all of Mingi’s dignity went straight down the toilet as he placed his pillow between his legs and began humping it as fast as he could. Frantic moans left him as he chased his long awaited orgasm. This was so humiliating. He looked like a bitch in heat as he rode his pillow, all with San watching in amusement.
He came with a shrill moan as he painted the pillowcase with his semen. His head dropped forward and he began to cry, shoulders heaving and body shaking from both the orgasm and the force of his sobs.
San was suddenly panicked, “Baby are you ok-“
“Just fucking fuck me already!” Mingi sobbed as he cut him off, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at his boyfriend from where he was sat on the floor, a freshly cum stained pillow between his thighs.
Had San heard correctly? Did his precious little Mingi just curse? Twice?? In the same sentence!?