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It’s been a long night. Hell, it’s been a long week. Maybe more than a week now, but your addled brain has lost track of how many days you’ve been pushing forward with no reprieve in sight.
Life has just been so busy for you, and for your boyfriend too. You have each hardly had time for yourselves, much less time for one another, as your conflicting schedules and desperate need for rest have kept you from interacting much more than a good morning kiss and the occasional shared, albeit hasty, meal. With you working long overnight shifts, getting called in extra days to cover for sick coworkers, and his schedule changing day-to-day in the flurry and chaos of comeback preparations, you’re lucky that you even get to cross paths in the morning as you’re coming in from work and he is just about to rush out the door.
On your luckiest days you come home to him still in bed, soft and sleep-warm, a later start to his morning granting you the chance to bask in his still dreaming presence and hold him for a few too-short minutes before he inevitably stirs at the shrill sound of his alarm. Watching him sleep soundly is addicting, his lax face beautiful and enticing even as he drools slightly on his pillow. You’d hate to admit how much time you’ve spent watching him sleep during the entire duration of your relationship, but it’s been especially bad lately as you’ve been aching to be with him and simultaneously unwilling to take away even one second of his much needed rest.
To put it frankly, you’ve been dying to get your hands on him for more than just a quick kiss and fleeting embrace, and you know he feels the same way. Too many times in the past week or so have you turned him away, his pleading eyes asking for something neither of you have the time nor energy to indulge in. He’d implored you a time or two to call in for your work shifts when he was free in the evenings, which was indeed a rarity for him, trying to make time for the two of you any way possible. And although you knew he meant no harm or insult in asking, it was starting to grate on your nerves.
In fact, he’d asked you this just last night, and it had quickly started a heated discussion between the two of you when you explained again that you couldn’t be so irresponsible when things at work had been so bad lately and you had no legitimate or important reasons to not show up and do your part. He had pouted in that way that lit your body up, sometimes in a good way, and sometimes in a way that made you want to throttle him just a bit. The argument was cut short by you having to leave if you wanted to make it to your shift on time, and you hoped that you all could talk it over in the morning to soothe any lingering upsets. But as you walked to the door you heard him mutter under his breath sarcastically, “Sorry for assuming I could be important enough”. You had whirled around at your opened front door, glaring at him and watching his face go a bit red in shame and guilt as his own words fully sank in. You could tell the fight was going out of him and he was already regretting what he said. Your shoulders had sagged just a bit as you quietly spoke, still with some heat behind your words, “That is not fair and you know it.”
The door closed firmly behind you, and your mood for the entire 12-hour shift was piss-poor. Your coworkers knew something was up but wisely stayed out of it, and although you were busier this night than the past several nights combined, you were grateful for the distraction. You had little time to sit and wallow, but you still stewed on the disagreement the entire time, picking over all the words you remembered and parsing through it all. And now, as you trudged to your car in the parking garage in the cold, wet morning air, you wondered what awaited you at home. You managed to leave at 5:30 in the morning instead of 7, begging off early so you could rest your weary mind and body. And so you could get home to work out this mess with Mingi, even though the last thing you wanted to do before the sun slipped up over the horizon was dredge up last night's argument and hash it out. The drive home was a blur, and before you knew it you were turning the key in the front door and slipping into the early morning shadows of your house.
It was quiet, as to be expected at just before 6am, but you had a sense that Mingi was not fast asleep in your shared bed like he usually would be. Neither of you had texted the other during the entirety of your shift, so he would have no idea you were coming home early and it was unlikely he had heard you quietly opening the door from upstairs. You tried to make your presence known with just enough noise to alert him you were back as you unpacked your work bags, not wanting to startle him when you finally worked up the energy to climb the stairs to the second floor.
Normally you would check on him before your shower, but you were admittedly avoiding the inevitable confrontation. You headed to the bathroom first without so much as a glance towards the bedroom, wanting to wash the germs and sweat off before you crossed the threshold of your room and started this discussion. Afterwards, wrapped in a fluffy black towel and feeling marginally better now that you were clean and somewhat refreshed, you took a steadying breath and pushed open the already cracked bedroom door. Your eyes immediately drifted to the bed where Mingi lay on his side, facing away from the door and noticeably tense. He was cast in a soft, faint glow from the small nightlight, and you watched the unsteady rise and fall of his breaths. Definitely awake, then, and likely also bracing himself for confrontation like you were, since neither of you enjoyed it or were very good at it.
Although you were still hurt and angry, you didn’t want this to drag on and you knew that this could be easily dealt with, that the two of you could move on and make amends quickly. A few hurtful words said in the heat of the moment were not going to break you, but it still needed to be discussed. You stood at the dresser, one hand rifling through the drawers as you grabbed the comfiest sleep clothes you had. “Good morning Min,” you said quietly, jostling the crooked drawer until it slid closed. When you turned back to him, he was sitting up in bed, eyes downcast as he stared at his hands laying limp atop the covers. You could just barely see the smudges under his eyes from a night of fitful rest, if he’d slept at all. He didn’t say anything, and you sighed, laying your chosen clothes on the end of the bed and readjusting your grip on the towel still wrapped around you.
“Look, I know it’s early, and it doesn’t seem like you slept very well,” you started, trying to show him that of course you cared, even if you were still upset. “If you want, we can talk about this later, but we have to talk about it, sweetheart.” You ducked your head a bit, trying to catch his eye, but he kept looking down at his lap. A few moments passed, and still he said nothing. Trying to keep your ebbing frustration at bay, you took another steadying breath and were just about to grab your clothes and step into the closet to change, when you heard a sudden sharp intake of breath and then the words started tumbling out of him.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I didn’t even mean it. I just miss you so much and I’m so tired and stressed and all I want is you , to be with you , but there is just so much to do and I’m so tired of thinking and I just -” the words rushed out of him so fast, on an unsteady release of air that had your mind scrambling to keep up. “Mingi, stop. You need to slow down, take a breath,” you demanded, trying to slow his spiral, the panic he’d probably been working himself into for a while now.
When he finally looked up at you, you didn’t expect to see silver lining his eyes.
“Make me, please,” he begged, practically whining the last word as a tear slipped down his cheek. “I need you to make me stop. Stop thinking, and - everything. Just please make me stop.”
Fire ignited in your veins at the sound of his voice, those words. It had been so, so long since you had gotten to hear any of his sweet, desperate pleading. You looked at him, his brown eyes gazing up at you with a silent, begging question in them, and suddenly you knew he wasn’t crying over the fight, or any lack of sleep because of it. Hell, the lack of sleep and the fight were probably both results of the same thing; your poor, sweet boy was so needy for you, and all the pent-up desire had finally boiled over.
Fuck having a discussion. That could wait until later, after the more pressing matter was taken care of; after Mingi was taken care of. You stepped around the end of the bed, coming up to his side and looking down at him, a small smile now gracing your lips. A few tears clung to his lashes, but only one or two had actually fallen. Maybe you would change that, by the time you were done with him.
You reached a hand out and cupped his chin, tilting his head up to get a better look at him and force him to fully meet your gaze. Before you could even say anything, he opened his mouth again. “I took the day off,” he breathed, not looking away from you as he leaned into your touch. “I texted the managers and some of the guys, told them I’m not doing great and need a day. Maybe two.” He looked away at that, as if a little bit ashamed. But you knew that as much as he wanted to take this day off just to be with you, to have you and let you have him in this way again finally, his excuse was not a lie or an exaggeration. He did need a break. You’d seen it in his face the past few days, and you were so glad he was aware he was reaching his breaking point and taking a small step back.
Of course, you were also glad to reap the benefits of a shared day off and plenty of time to make him come undone.
You gripped his chin a little harder, turning his eyes back to you. “I’m proud of you, princess,” you whispered, leaning down enough that your breath ghosted over his face as you took a long look at his plush lips, slowly dragging your gaze back up to his eyes. “I think that maybe you deserve a reward, for being so patient and responsible. What do you think, baby?” You watched as his pupils expanded, his mouth parting slightly in anticipation. He nodded his head, eyes now completely transfixed on your lips. You huffed a mocking little laugh, leaning forward even closer to tease him, both of your mouths just a hair's-breadth away.
“Use your words like a good boy, or else you won’t be getting any rewards today,” you chided, ghosting your lips over the hinge of his jaw, breathing one quick, hot breath into his ear to rile him up even further. He whined, shifting slightly on the bed to fully turn his body towards you as he let out a breathy little “ yes, please.” You were just about to reward him for his pretty begging when something caught your eye. In his frantic little movements to get closer to you, the sheets had slid off his lower half, revealing the painfully obvious tent in his boxer, a small wet patch darkening the fabric.
You couldn’t help the way you groaned at the sight, sliding the hand on his chin back to slip into his short hair and pull, just enough to earn a sweet little hiss from him.
“Oh, Mingi, all that from just a few minutes of teasing words?” You mocked, earning a delightful blush that spread across his cheeks. The blush deepened, spreading down his neck as his eyes flicked away before he spoke. “It’s not just from that,” he started, the words quiet and slow, like he was having a hard time getting them out. “I was… I missed you a lot while you were at work. And I had a dream that you.. You were…”
Trying not to show how pleased you were that he clearly had an arousing dream about you, you gave his hair another sharp pull and gave him a light, teasing kiss that had him arching forward, dying for one of your deep, all-consuming kisses instead. “Tell me about your dream, princess. I’m starting to get impatient.” You spoke these words directly against his mouth, following up with a sharp nip of your teeth against his bottom lip before you used his hair to pull him back again. His eyes were hazy, movement slow as they tracked up your face and finally recognized the fire burning in your eyes. He swallowed thickly before continuing, that adorable blush deepening once again as he fought past the embarrassment. “You were punishing me, in the dream… and I really liked it. But then I woke up.. like this and I was - I was trying to get off when I heard you come home, and when you got straight in the shower I thought maybe I would have time, but I couldn’t…”
“Couldn’t what? ”
“... I couldn’t get off without you. Without you telling me what to do and how to do it and when,” he took a shaky breath, pupils so blown that they almost completely swallowed his irises, his eyes nearly black in the dim light. “When I was allowed to cum.” He shook slightly as he finally finished his explanation, and another quick glance down told you that he had been leaking the whole time he was talking.
The temptation to keep teasing, to keep being mean, was so enticing. But he really had been so good. Your sweet, obedient boy. Dreaming about you even after a fight: dreaming of being punished after he did something he felt bad about. You wouldn’t punish him for an argument, not really, but if he wanted to play and he liked you a little mean, where was the harm in that?
However, you knew you should give him a little something. To ease the pain, take the edge off, if you wanted this to last. And you really, really wanted it to last. To take your time and have some fun working him up a few times, before finally getting him off. Really make all the waiting he had done, that you both had done, worthwhile.
“Sit back on the bed and lean against the headboard, sweet boy.” Your words were deceptively cloying, but you saw in his eyes that he knew what he was in for. That the prospect of it excited him. He did as he was told, and you wasted no time crawling on the bed and directly into his lap, the towel still the only thing wrapped around you. It was a large towel, but given the way your legs spread to accommodate the size of his hips underneath you, it was doing little to keep you covered now. Just another tool used to tease him. You slid forward on his lap until you felt his dick slide against you, the fabric of his boxers lightly scratching your skin and making you groan again. You adjusted until you could comfortably sit fully on top of him, his cloth covered dick pressed firmly up against your cunt. His eyes squeezed shut at the initial contact and you huffed a laugh, leaning forward and earning a groan from him as well as you shifted against his sensitive cock.
One hand still loosely held the towel together, now barely concealing your breasts as it split open between them and spread apart right under your nipples, hiding them from view only slightly as it left the lower half of you exposed to his now open and roving eyes. You used your other hand to slide up his shirt, nails scratching lightly through the fabric until you reached his neck and wrapped your hand around it, squeezing the sides in a way that made him keen.
“If you listen to me, if you behave, then I think we can have a lot of fun this morning, baby. Will you be good for me? Or do I have to restrain you? I bet you would like that too, wouldn’t you?” Even after convincing yourself to reward him, you still couldn’t help but tease, the playful cruelty making him pant and arch up into you ever so slightly. He nodded again before he quickly caught his own mistake. “Yes, y/n, I’ll be good, so good, I promise. You don’t have to restrain me, I’ll listen.” Before he could even fully finish the last word, you surged forward, using the grip on his neck to coax him up to meet you as you crashed your mouths together, your tongue instantly licking the seam of his lips. And of course he opened up for you beautifully, lips parted so sweetly as he panted into your mouth and let you do as you please. After a minute or two of teasing your tongue over his, running it across his teeth and then using your own to once again bite at his lips, you leaned back and took a much needed breath. His eyes were half-lidded as he looked at you, still breathing heavily, spit clinging to the corner of his mouth, slipping down his chin.
You kept one hand on his neck as you let the towel slip open completely, slowly pulling it away from your body and letting it drop to the floor. He couldn’t seem to choose where to look first now that all of you was exposed, and he swallowed thickly again before groaning out a small, desperate “ please” as his hips shifted up against you in search of more. His hands twitched at his sides as if he would reach out and touch you, and you squeezed his neck once more in warning. His hips twitched again, the masochist in him reveling even in the denial and pleasurable pain. You tsked, sliding your hand up his neck and to his jaw, grip tight as you flashed your teeth at him.
“That does not constitute being good, sweetheart. I’m going to give you a few rules before we get started, okay? Listen carefully, because I won’t repeat myself.” He swallowed audibly and gave you a weak smile, nodding quickly. “First rule is the most important, you do not get to cum until I tell you. That shouldn’t be a hard one for you to follow, given what you told me earlier. The next rule, don’t touch me or yourself unless I say you can. Last rule is the same as always, use your colors and answer me when I ask you a question. Do you remember your colors, baby?”
He was being so good, even though you could tell he was trying as hard as he could not to move, resisting the urge to squirm under you. There was a desperation in his eyes, and it was clear he was more than ready to begin. “Green if I’m okay, yellow to slow down, red to stop,” he rushed the words out, his breaths short and frantic.
You gave him a slow smile, the hand on his jaw slipping down to rest on his shoulder, fingers tracing soothing little patterns. “Very good, princess. I know you’re eager to start, but I have to ask you a few more things, okay?” He whined at that, closing his eyes, eyebrows pinching in frustration. “I know, baby, I know. You’re being so good though, just wait a little longer and then I promise you will get what you want.” After placing a sweet kiss on his lips, you leaned back and raised up slightly off his lap to make yourself tower over him.
An idea sprung into your head, one that you knew would be both a delight to you and likely a bit torturous to Mingi. You trailed both of your hands down the length of his torso, stopping only once you reached the waistband of his boxers. One quick snap of the elastic against his skin and an eyebrow raised in question had Mingi nodding quickly and shifting to lift his hips off the bed so you were able to peel his boxers off. He shivered as the chilled room air drifted across his skin, his sensitive cock. Goosebumps rippled across his body and you smoothed a hand over his exposed hip in a soothing motion. After tossing his boxers to the ground, you grabbed the hem of his worn out sleep shirt and slowly tugged it up his abdomen, relishing in the sight of all the exposed skin. Once all his pesky clothes were out of the way, you wasted no time in wrapping one hand around his dick and giving it a quick stroke. The suddenness of the stimulation caused a loud moan to slip out of Mingi’s mouth, his head tilting back to thump against the headboard as his stomach tensed with the effort not to thrust into your warm hand.
“I decided maybe we could play a little while we talk,” you teased, giving his cock another too-quick stroke, the stimulation likely not enough for how pent up your boyfriend was. “I want you to tell me something, Min. Tell me how I punished you in your dream, what you liked so much that you woke up hard and dripping for me,” you spoke in a sultry tone as you trailed a single finger up the length of his cock, circling the head slowly. He barely contained a thrust of his hips, twitching just slightly but keeping mostly still. What a good boy, you thought.
His face and chest were already red, flushed from your ministrations and his growing desire, so you sadly couldn’t tell if he was blushing anymore from what he was about to say. He pouted a little before loosing a quick breath. “You were… spanking me. You had me bent over your lap and you made me count them out, and if I missed a number than I - ah,” a breathy moan slipped out of him as you stroked his cock firmly a few times. He took in a shuddering breath and then tried again. “If I missed a number then you started over. And then I… in the dream I accidentally came. Without permission, while you were spanking me. You were trying to come up with another fitting punishment when I woke up.” You could tell now that his flush had definitely deepened, remembering how he woke up and tried to get off before you could see the state he was in.
Pleased with how he told you everything you asked, you leaned over a bit and spit down onto the tip of his cock, quickly gathering it in your hand and jerking him off, hard and fast.
“Very good, sweet boy. Thank you for sharing that with me. I think maybe your dream could become a reality, would you like that?” You asked, keeping up the steady, quick strokes. It took him a long moment to answer, lost in the pleasure as he finally got some of the stimulation he had been dying for. The feeling of his warm breath, coming out of him in shallow puffs, ghosted across your skin and set your nerves ablaze.
“Please, please. I want you to, want it so bad, y/n.” Mingi whined, precum leaking out in a steady little stream as you kept stroking him, slowing your movements a little as you noticed how much he tensed up, how close he seemed to be already.
“Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you’re so desperate for,” you purred, removing your hand from his cock and reaching up to give a short, hard pinch to each of his nipples. He gasped in surprise, eyes widening as the quick switch from overwhelming pleasure to pleasurable pain startled him. You couldn’t get over how perfect he looked like this. You would never tire of seeing this side of him, never stop feeling as though you were born under a lucky star, to be the person who got to bring him to the edge and watch him unravel.
A flood of adoration filled your veins, and you reached a hand up to cup his cheek, smiling as he immediately nuzzled into your palm. You leaned down to give him an unhurried kiss, relishing in the way he sighed against your mouth and seemed to sink into the kiss. Eventually you pulled back, not wanting to part while simultaneously wanting to keep up the momentum, to keep leading him towards the release he had been so desperate for.
You turned away from him, swinging a leg over so that you were no longer straddling him, and stood up from the bed. You nudged Mingi’s legs with your arm, and after he had pulled his legs up you sat on the edge of the bed. After grabbing a pillow to place at your side close to the foot of the bed, you patted your lap, glancing over at Mingi and smiling in a way that made him shiver in anticipation.
“Lay down, baby.” You laughed as he started moving before you could even finish that term of endearment, scrambling to lay on his stomach on your lap, across the length of the bed. He settled down, his belly and chest partially supported by the pillow and his arms folded under his head, face turned sideways so he could glance back at you. The position had his dick pressed against your leg and his perfect, plush ass presented to you. You grazed one arm over the back of his thighs, stroking a hand up and down his legs before wrapping your hand around the thigh farthest from you and holding tight in preparation for the squirming you knew he would soon do.
You ran your other hand up his back soothingly, coming to a stop at the back of his neck and lightly gripping it. His eyes had closed, and he looked blissful. “Look at me, sweetheart.” His eyes opened and immediately locked onto yours, even with the awkward angle. “I want to make sure you know this, before we begin,” you said softly, stroking your fingers where they wrapped around his thigh, his neck. “This is not a punishment for what happened last night, okay? You need to know that.” He smiled at you, the sight making your heart clench. “I know, y/n,” he whispered. You smiled back, tightening the hands you had wrapped around him.
“Then let’s get started.”
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“You have to count, Min,” you laughed, the sound of your hand landing against his ass for the third time reverberating around the room. Another sharp slap had him tensing and crying out, a shaky inhale audible in the otherwise quiet room. “One.” His voice was weak, and you could tell from the growing wetness on your thigh that he was enjoying this already. You smiled to yourself and stroked a hand over his reddened skin, enjoying the way the blooming color complimented his golden tone.
“I think we’ll count to ten. Can you do that for me, baby?” Your hand stroked across his left side before drifting up his back, and as he opened his mouth and said yes, you lifted that same hand and brought it down, hard and fast, onto the right side of his ass. His responding moan made you even wetter than you already were, as did the whiny noise that came out of him as he twitched against your lap. His dick slid against your thigh, just barely, and he whispered “two” into the skin of his arm where he had his face pressed.
Before he had much time to recover, you slapped his ass 3 times in quick succession, alternating the pattern of your blows to try and keep him guessing where the next hit would land. He whimpered the three corresponding numbers into his arms, and you reached over and harshly tugged his hair, turning his head toward you, eager to have his voice no longer muffled. “Keep your head turned to the side so I can hear your pretty cries, princess.” Your voice held no room for an argument, not that the sweet, pliant thing in your lap would even consider arguing with you right now. His hands tightened on his arms, knuckles going white. You could read the tension all throughout his body, see how wound up he was. Release was building steadily for him, and you were both pleased and slightly surprised by his reaction. Although you knew he liked a little pain, spanking had never come up in the past. You wondered if he had never thought to try it before his dream, or if he had been too embarrassed to ask for it.
The next smack landed dead center between both cheeks, right against the crease where his ass meets his thick, beautifully muscled thighs. As Mingi ground out “six” you landed another hard hit in the exact same spot, the force of it jiggling his ass and making him shout out. His dick twitched hard against your leg, the heat coming off of it making you clench in want. A long moment of silence passed and you pinched Mingi’s bright red ass, hard. “Seven,” he sighed, the silent and painful reprimand enough to remind him of his task. You debated making him start over for the slip-up, but you weren’t sure he would last long enough to make it through. An eighth smack was delivered and counted before an idea struck you. You nudged Mingi’s legs apart as much as you could in his current position, and then reached up and tapped his shoulder. He blearily opened his eyes to look at you, and the smile that flitted across your face was nothing short of mean.
“Bring your hands down here, baby. You’re gonna help me,” you said as you pulled one of his folded arms out from under his head, guiding the hand to cup his own ass. He slowly did the same with the other hand, confusion evident in the furrow of his brows, nearly half of his face now smushed into the plush comforter bunched up under him. Your hands fitted over each of his own as you silently directed him to hold more firmly, and then he whimpered as you used both of your hands to spread his ass as far apart as you could. “Stay still,” you declared, relishing in the way he shook just slightly in anticipation. After one more moment of admiring the sight before you, you lifted away both your hands and then brought the right one down as hard as you could, directly onto his now exposed hole.
“ Ah , stop!” Mingi cried out, and something about his tone, the absolute panic in it, had you instantly pulling back, looking to his face with concern written all over yours.
“What’s your color, Min?” You asked softly, stroking a loving hand up his back and trying to soothe him.
“Green, ‘m green,” he slurred, your worry and fear quickly melting into confusion. And as if he could read your mind, he answered your question before you could even ask it. “I was gonna cum, if you did it again. Don’t wanna stop, liked it. Just wanna be good for you.”
The overwhelming desire to wreck him was heady, and you had to take a few deep breaths before you spoke again to keep your voice from giving away how affected you were. “Such a good boy for me, Mingi. You’re being so obedient. What number was that?” Mingi sighed out a quiet little “ nine ”, his eyes open but glassy and unfocused. He was quickly descending into that in-between state of being, where he could let go of everything else and drift into the warm embrace of pleasure, trusting you would be there to guide him back to himself in the end.
“Good job, baby. If you can handle that one more time and still be good, then I think it’s high time for you to get a reward. What do you think? Can you be good for me a little longer?” Your hand was still stroking over his back, relishing in the goosebumps that had erupted over his skin and the way he shivered at your gentle touch, such a juxtaposition to everything else you had been doing to him.
“I can do it,” he mumbled, just barely loud enough to be heard. Before you could even attempt to aid him in adjusting his position so that he would be ready for the final strike of your hand, he began shifting his own hands back to where they belonged, lifting them from where they had slipped down to rest at his sides in these past few moments and quickly spreading his ass again for you. You hummed a pleased little noise and pet his hair, a simple gesture to show him you were satisfied. One hand gripped the back of his left thigh again while you ghosted the other one over the puckered skin of his entrance, watching with rapt attention at the sharp jolt that went through his body. He huffed out a short whine and almost began to squirm in your lap, but your hand quickly raised and came down in a sharp, painful snap on his hole for the last time.
The resulting sob that came out of his mouth was one of unmistakable pleasure, and it unsurprisingly took him a long moment to collect himself enough to make his final count. His body shook with desperate control, trying as hard as he possibly could to hold back the release that was threatening to overtake him. A finger ghosted over his entrance and he sobbed, forgetting himself as he ground back against you in an attempt to get your digit where he really wanted it. You shushed him, patting his ass mockingly before leaning over his still prostrate form and reaching for the drawer of the bedside table that held what you needed. After a slight struggle, you finally managed to grab the small bottle of lube without jostling Mingi too much. He clearly heard the familiar snap of the lid as you watched him arch his back in anticipation. You couldn’t help but laugh, equal parts humor and adoration spurring you to tease him.
“Someone is eager,” you chaffed, letting him continue to not-so-subtly grind his length against your thigh. On any other day you might not tolerate it after establishing your rules, but considering the facts that one: he really had been exemplary so far, and two: you were just as eager as he was for him to get his reward, you figured you would let it slide just this once. ‘He’s not technically touching himself,’ you thought, and smiled to yourself at your own weak justification for yet again spoiling him.
“You want it that bad, baby?” Before he could answer, you flipped the bottle of lube over and let the cold contents drip onto his hole, earning a hiss and jerk from Mingi. ‘He must not be too put off,’ you thought, as he immediately started to grind into your lap again, back arched and begging for more.
“Please, please touch me. Want it so bad, want your fingers, want to come for you, please please please ,” he whined desperately. You heard a hiccuping little noise escape him, and much to your delight you noticed a few tears slipping down his flushed face. Tracing one finger over his slick hole, you leaned over his prone body to whisper filth into his ear.
“I’m gonna give you what you want, princess. I’m gonna fuck you real good with my fingers, and when I think you’ve finally had enough, then I’ll let you come. Gonna make you feel so good, baby, just let go and let me do all the work.” He whined, loud and drawn out, and humped your leg with renewed determination. “You can keep doing that all you want, as long as you don’t come without permission, okay sweetheart?” After a quick nod from him, you slipped one finger in up to the second knuckle and watched his eyebrows quickly pinch and then smooth out, his mouth falling open in a pleased little sigh. Pushing your finger the rest of the way in and crooking it earned you a loud moan, and without hesitation you pressed again on that spot inside him. It never took you any time to find his prostate, knowing his body almost better than your own at this point. You pulled the finger back before lining another one up with it and drizzling more lube on as you slid a second finger inside him. Mingi’s cock was leaking incessantly onto your bare leg, the wetness helping the glide as he continued to squirm and grind against you. The two fingers inside him alternated between thrusting in as far as they could and scissoring open, stretching his hole but never quite grazing where he wanted them the most.
“More, please. I need more,” he begged sweetly. You weren’t even sure if he knew he was begging, the drool steadily leaking from the corner of his mouth and the way he had suddenly gone more limp in your lap an indication that he was losing his grip on his awareness. Without hesitation, you added a third finger and immediately curled all three in the way that you knew would instantly reach where he wanted them. Mingi shook when you first came into contact with his prostate again, and then sobbed as you kept incessant pressure on it, rubbing it over and over again. Another glance at his face told you he was crying again, and before long another hiccuping sob came out of him. He weakly tried to grind his dick against you again for more stimulation, but most of his strength had left him. You knew that he was running out of time, that he would only be able to hold off his orgasm for a short while longer.
It seemed like both hours and only moments had passed since this first began, and as sad as you were at the thought of it being over so soon, you knew that he was not going to be able to handle much more and you were almost as eager as he was for him to find his release. After assessing his position in your lap for a moment, you used the strength of your legs to help you as you grabbed him with one hand and shifted him a bit, putting him in a better position for his cock to receive consistent pressure and stimulation from your leg without much effort on his part. He moaned immediately, shifting his hips easily and quickly getting the pleasure he was looking for. Your fingers began to pump inside him again, alternating between scissoring his puffy, slick hole open and grinding against that bundle of nerves. Almost instantly, you could see the building tension in his back, the tightening of the muscles of his ass telling you that his orgasm was rapidly approaching and likely to be explosive. A pleased smile curved your lips, and you reached your free hand up to pet through his hair while you worked him towards his climax.
“You’re close, baby, I can tell,” you purred, pausing the thrusting of your fingers inside him to stroke your thumb around his swollen rim, causing him to shake. “Do you want to come, sweet boy?” You already knew the answer, but playing with him was always too satisfying to pass up.
“Wanna come, please, I can’t hold it anymore. Wanna be a good boy for you, please let me come, y/n,” he cried, fresh tears spilling over his already wet cheeks. He was so pretty when he cried, you couldn’t even feel bad for being the cause of all these tears. You wiped some off his cheek with your thumb, bringing your damp finger up to your mouth and licking the tears off while holding eye contact with him. He moaned quietly at the sight and his cock kicked against your leg. You laughed meanly at his obvious interest before rubbing the same spit-slick thumb against his bottom lip. His tongue darted out to flick across the tip, and you couldn’t help but push the digit into his warm, wet mouth. The fingers inside of him picked up again, and you pressed the thumb in his mouth down onto his tongue. More drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, collecting on the already damp comforter beneath him.
“Such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” He whined, high and needy, and sucked hard on the finger in his mouth, his hole practically doing the same to the three fingers on your other hand. Thoughts of your own pleasure had been on the back burner this whole time, but the way Mingi’s body was sucking you in made the throbbing in your core a little harder to ignore. You pushed the thought aside, not at all concerned with getting off yourself when you were more than satisfied by bringing Mingi to the edge and watching him tumble over. “Okay, baby,” you started, grinding into his prostate again and enjoying the way his thighs trembled, still trying to control himself, to be good. “You can come now, Min. Whenever you’re ready, princess. Come for me, baby, I’ve got you.” You followed these words with a brutal pace, bullying his sweet spot and tensing the thigh under his cock that he was still mindlessly grinding against. You slipped your fourth finger into his greedy hole with ease and then teased your thumb at his entrance too, aware that his body could accommodate all five digits but also sure he didn’t need the fifth one inside to find his release. His moans vibrated against the thumb still encased in the heat of his mouth, and you slipped it out and pushed your first and second digit in its place, pressing as far back into his mouth as you could and stroking his tongue. He sucked on them with a renewed vigor. The trembling in his thighs increased almost tenfold, and you knew he was only seconds away from falling over that blissful edge.
“Pretty boy, come for me. Wanna watch you, sweet thing,” you murmured, knowing how much he loved to hear such things, how they got him off almost as much as physical touch did. His hands twitched up by his head where they had lain limp for a while now. You sensed what he might want, and offered a simple “you can touch me” to him. One hand reached up and gently circled your wrist, insistently pulling your wrist towards him in an indication that he wanted your fingers deeper. You pressed in and enjoyed the view as he gagged around you before moaning and tugging your wrist once more, choking himself again and earning a moan out of you. After just a few more perfectly aimed thrusts from the fingers abusing his prostate, Mingi sucked hard on the fingers still gagging him and then froze, his body locking up as his orgasm washed over him so quickly it had his vision blacking out and his head feeling pleasantly fuzzy. His release shot across part of your leg, some hitting Mingi’s own stomach and the rest hitting the already ruined comforter. A long, loud whine was drawn out of him as he rode through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his oversensitive cock grinding weakly against your leg as he milked out every last drop of pleasure.
Once his seemingly endless release stopped, he practically collapsed into your lap, boneless and pliant as all of his energy was at last sapped from him. He sighed contentedly, little shocks of pleasure still zipping through his body and causing him to twitch at random intervals. You were just as sated as he was, overwhelmingly pleased with his performance as well as your own, seeing as he definitely had just experienced an intensely pleasurable climax thanks to your skillful hands. Grabbing at his shoulder, you tugged at him, turning his body just slightly so that he was less on his stomach and more on his side, facing you. You stroked your spit-slick hand through his sweat-dampened hair and then traced down along his jaw, cradling his face and gazing lovingly at him as he sighed again and rested the full weight of his head in your palm. A quiet little whimper slipped out of him as you gently removed your fingers from his sensitive hole, and you shushed him as you rubbed a thumb soothingly across his jaw.
He blinked his eyes open at you slowly, and you were unsurprised by what you found there. Glassy eyes and an unfocused gaze looked to you, but not quite at you. He was well and truly under now, the intensity of your session and his subsequent orgasm finally putting him into that floaty, detached headspace. You leaned down to pepper kisses all over his face, drawing your hand from his hair, coasting down the back of his neck and making broad, soothing strokes over his sweaty shoulders. He was rapidly cooling down and you knew you didn't have much time before you’d need to get him covered up and comfortable. Luckily, you always had an extra blanket on your side of the bed, since you preferred to sleep with more covers than Mingi did. You blindly reached behind you, easily snagging the blanket and tugging it a bit closer. You wanted to get Mingi scooted over towards your side of the bed, away from the multiple wet spots on the comforter, but you were loath to move him when he seemed so peaceful right now. Better to do it sooner than later, you argued with yourself, and huffed a small sigh as you decided it would be for the best.
You hoisted his legs up and slid yours out from under him and up onto the bed, turning your body so that you were almost parallel with him. Leaning down closer to him, you whispered in his ear.
“Hey, baby. I need you to scoot over a bit this way, can you do that for me? Oh, good boy,” you added on the last part when he almost instantly followed your request, clumsily scooting himself towards you as you shuffled over to make some more room for him on the clean portion of the bed. He made it a good distance away from the mess he’d made on the blanket, and immediately collapsed down onto his side again, his head and neck at an awkward angle due to the width of his shoulders and the lack of a pillow. You smiled and let out a little chuckle, enamored of him as you always were. You leaned down on your side facing Mingi, dragging the spare blanket with you once more. Laying upside down on the mattress like this meant you had no pillows nearby. You weren’t willing to move that much again to reach for one for yourself, and you intended to be the only pillow Mingi needed while you let him rest for a bit before getting you both cleaned up. You wrapped an arm around him and tugged, pulling him a bit closer and rolling him to lay more on his stomach. Scooting closer to close the last bit of distance, you shuffled around a tad bit more until his head was resting on your chest. Finally, you reached for the blanket one last time and tossed it mostly over Mingi’s body, trusting him to keep you warm enough and knowing he would need the blanket more than you did as he came back to himself. Sure enough, not more than ten seconds after you got him covered up, he started to shake and twitch a little bit again. The arm that was partially trapped under him due to your position reached up so you could cradle his head, and you tucked your chin down so that you could place a soothing kiss to his forehead while your other arm tightened around him, trying to hold him as close to you as possible.
Several minutes passed like this, with you holding him to you and whispering quiet words of affirmation in between gentle kisses to any part of his head that you could reach. He was mostly silent and unresponsive, save for the occasional sniffle or sigh that slipped out. Eventually he inhaled a little deeper, nuzzling his head further into your chest and mumbling something you couldn’t quite make out.
“What was that, my sweet boy?” You shifted the two of you slightly, trying to get a better look at his face so you could try to read his lips if he still didn’t have the energy or clarity to speak clearly.
“Love you, thank you,” was his response, loud enough to hear this time but still a bit mumbly. A small smile graced his face as you squeezed him tighter, hugging him to you with all your strength and placing another kiss to his forehead. “I love you too, angel,” you spoke into his hair, and he sighed into your chest, rubbing his cheek against your bare skin. Still not quite fully back to himself, but aware enough that you thought it was probably best to attempt to get the two of you and your destroyed bed cleaned up.
“I’m gonna get up and grab a few things to get us cleaned up, okay?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the instant frown that took over his beautiful face. “I won’t be long, beloved, don’t pout.” Easing him off you as gently as you could, you checked that the blanket was still covering him and then ducked out into the hallway. A spare comforter from the hall closet and two rags, one damp and one dry, were all you needed to collect before you were back by his side, sitting next to him on the bed. A glance at the clock on the bedside table told you it was nearly quarter past 7am. Mingi could likely sleep for a few more hours, especially after you put him through the wringer, and you smiled contentedly at the thought of falling asleep with him in your arms. It was a short struggle to get him to release his death grip on the blanket, but once you did you made quick work of cleaning him up. After a pass over his mouth and chin, you patted the dry cloth over his face and then cleaned the dried fluid off of his stomach. His soft cock gave a half interested twitch when you eased the warm, wet rag across it, and you chuckled softly. Gently, you reached around and carefully cleaned his sensitive hole, trying to remove as much of the sticky remnants of lube as you could without causing Mingi any discomfort. Your gaze drifted to his ass, red marks still lingering and painting a very pretty picture. You had half a mind to grab your phone and take a photo that the two of you could enjoy later, but the siren call of sleep was quickly dragging you under and you had to finish up here before you could let unconsciousness claim you.
Now that Mingi was as clean as he could get without a proper shower, the only thing left to do was get him properly oriented on the bed and replace the soiled comforter with the fresh one. You tossed the rags across the room, thankfully landing them both in the hamper, and then reached for your boyfriend. “Let’s get you up on the pillow and under the blankets, okay sweetheart?” His responding noise was not quite an answer, but when you reached for his hands to help him sit up his grip was strong and he let you pull him up without a fight. After a quick maneuver with the dirty blanket, you had Mingi’s half of the bed uncovered and he plopped down onto his pillow, sighing as he nuzzled his head into it until he was comfortable. He drifted in and out while you stripped the blanket the rest of the way off the bed and quickly covered him up again. The faint noises in the background as you moved through the room could hardly break through the pleasant haze still clouding his mind. When the bed dipped next to him he instinctively reached for you, hand grazing your bare leg and settling on your thigh.
A light tap on his nose had him opening his eyes, and he had to blink a few times before he could get them to focus properly. You slowly came into view, a bottle in your outstretched hand, and he lifted his head just enough for you to tip some cool, refreshing water into his mouth. He hummed his appreciation and squeezed your leg, smiling as his eyes slipped closed again. One long drink for yourself and then you settled down in the bed, dragging your large pillow over so that there was enough room for Mingi to use it, too. He blindly reached for you as he felt you settling down and you grabbed his arm and tugged it until he shuffled over to share your pillow and body heat. With you on your back like this, he could easily lay on his side facing you and tuck in close, the top of his head grazing the underside of your chin as you naturally angled your head towards him. His right arm was folded, hand tucked under his head on the pillow, and his left arm settled over your waist. You brought your own arm up to hold the one he had draped over you and tucked the blanket up more securely over the both of you. The comfortable silence stretched on for several minutes as both of your breathing slowed and evened out, sleep closing in on you fast. You were drawing idle patterns on the skin of Mingi’s arm when he broke the silence, his warm breath ghosting over your bare skin.
“I’m sorry, and I still want to talk about it. I know what you’re going to say,” he cut you off easily, knowing you were about to argue even without opening his eyes to look at you. “We both know now why I acted how I did, but that still doesn’t make it okay. I hate that I said that to you. We should still talk about it, even if we’re both okay now.” You smiled at his words, pleased and proud. “And thank you,” he whispered, arm tightening around you for a second as he placed a kiss on your neck. “Thank you for always taking care of me, y/n. Thank you for making me feel good.” You cracked an eye open at that, and in the early morning light seeping through the curtains you detected the hint of a blush dusting his cheeks. Your answering grin was one he knew meant trouble. You turned quickly, causing him to roll onto his back as you braced your arms on either side of his head and hovered over him. Leaning down slowly, your lips ghosted over his in an almost-kiss, and you murmured against his mouth. “I’ll always take care of you, baby,” you promised, grazing your teeth over his bottom lip before giving him a deep, unhurried kiss. When you pulled back, his eyes were slow to open again, a look of pure content on his face. When he did look back into your eyes, he saw a hint of that fire from earlier in them once again. You held his gaze and spoke lowly, the promise in your tone causing his spent cock to twitch one last time.
“You better get some more sleep, princess. We still have quite a bit of time left together, and I intend to make very, very good use of it.” His audible swallow made you laugh as you placed one last kiss on his lips before getting comfortable again, tangling your limbs with his once more. As you drifted off to sleep, you heard the nervous excitement in his voice as he whispered against your skin.
“Do your worst.”
Oh Mingi, I definitely will.