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wooyo <3

min are you home??

just in my room!

did you need something?

just you

:(

you okay baby?

I’ll be there in five minutes <3

okay woo no worries!

I’ll see you soon <3

***

Mingi nervously bites his lip as he looks over their messages. Wooyoung sounds… off, definitely not his typical chatty self.

He anxiously awaits his boyfriend’s arrival, thinking too loud to focus on the tv show he had put on. He jumps when he hears the front door open, sighing in relief when he hears Wooyoung calling for him.

"Room, Youngie!"

Mingi sighs dreamily when Wooyoung’s pretty face pops around his door. "Hi, Minnie!"

"Hey, baby!" Mingi watches Wooyoung close the door, standing with his back against it. "Everything alright?"

Wooyoung shoots him an unreadable look and then stares down at his laced fingers. He lets out a breath and shrugs. "No?"

Mingi quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head. "I don’t know how to take that."

Wooyoung giggles and makes his way over to Mingi’s bed. "I just..." he sighs and taps Mingi’s thigh, waiting for them to part before crawling between them, "I’ve been thinking."

"Oh no."

"Ah, shut up!" Wooyoung whines and presses his face against Mingi’s chest.

Mingi chuckles and rubs soothingly along Wooyoung’s spine, waiting for the younger to settle. "I’m sorry, just teasing. Did you want to talk to me about what’s on your mind?"

Wooyoung doesn’t speak for a minute and Mingi’s stomach is in knots at the silence. God, how he wishes he could read Wooyoung’s thoughts.

Wooyoung sits on his knees and takes Mingi’s hands, playing with his rings. "I don’t really know how to say it…"

Mingi just looks at Wooyoung, eyes unwavering, a soft smile on his lips. "Say what you’re thinking then we’ll piece it together."

"I don’t know if it’s that simple, Min."

"Well… Make it simple."

Wooyoung flicks his eyes to Mingi’s, blushes, then quickly looks away. "I-" He starts, but is unable to continue. He smiles when Mingi squeezes his hands for reassurance. Then, Wooyoung lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes.

"I want you to hurt me."

And it’s like the whole world stops spinning.

Wooyoung feels the air freeze around them and suddenly he regrets saying anything. He opens one eye and finds Mingi staring at him with a shocked expression, mouth stuck open.

Mingi shakes his head slightly, almost like he’s trying to reset. "Come again?"

"N-Not like really bad! Just like," Wooyoung frantically tries to find the right words, hands up defensively, "slapping and choking and spitting and calling me mean names…" Wooyoung can feel how red his cheeks are. "I just want you to get rough with me," he chances a glance to Mingi again, throat feeling like it’s closing, "like really rough."

Mingi doesn’t say anything for a moment, still trying to digest what Wooyoung just confessed to him. It’s… a lot. Like a lot a lot. Sure, they’ve been rough in bed before. The light smack to the ass. The odd name-calling. Some overstimulation. Some edging. You name it, they’ve tried it. But Mingi’s never hurt Wooyoung like that before. And from Wooyoung’s small bulge, he really likes the idea of Mingi throwing him around like he’s nothing.

Mingi runs a hand through his hair, eyes locked on a patiently waiting Wooyoung between his legs. "You want me to do that to you? In bed?"

Wooyoung swallows. "Y-Yes. Maybe even before… We get to… Bed…"

"So, like, as foreplay?"

Wooyoung nods. "Then when we eventually," he clears his throat, "get to bed, I want you to just use me. Fuck me even when I say “stop” or I can’t take anymore. Keep going even after I safeword…"

Mingi’s eyes widen at that. "Jesus, Woo."

"N-Not like our actual safeword! A fake one! That w-way you know I’m still okay with everything. We can use the stop light system throughout as well. I’ll make sure you’ll know where I’m at. At all times. Promise!"

This is not what Mingi thought they were gonna talk about when Wooyoung first texted him, but here they are.

"Well," Mingi chuckles nervously, "that’s pretty intense stuff, Youngie. Have you been wanting to try this for a while?"

Wooyoung gives a shy smile and nods.

Mingi hums thoughtfully. He rests his hands on Wooyoung’s hips and he can almost feel the electricity running through him. "When did you want to… Now?"

Wooyoung giggles at Mingi’s eagerness. "Not now. Maybe on a day when we both need that kind of release." He rests his hands on Mingi’s thighs, giving them a soft squeeze.

"When would that day be?" Mingi shifts closer until he’s able to kiss Wooyoung's neck. All this talk has slowly gotten him worked up as well.

Wooyoung shivers at the gentle touch, now moving his hands along the length of Mingi’s legs and up to his waist. "I-I don’t know. We’ll just have to see when it comes." He whimpers quietly when Mingi bites down and sucks a light bruise.

Mingi hums, his own hands moving from Wooyoung’s hips to his ass. "But you want that? You want me to be rough with you? You want me to use you like the pretty doll that you are? You want me to keep going even after you beg me to stop, huh?" Mingi’s voice grows deeper and more lust-filled with every word, sending shivers throughout Wooyoung’s body.

He smirks when Wooyoung whimpers again, moving closer to straddle Mingi’s lap and throw his arms over his shoulders.

"Please, Minnie." Wooyoung doesn’t know if he’s asking for something right now or later. Though it doesn’t stop him from slowly grinding down against the older’s crotch.

Mingi growls softly before flipping them over and laying Wooyoung on his back. A spark of arousal shoots up his spine at Wooyoung’s surprised moan. He continues their grinding, now able to press harder in this position.

Wooyoung throws his head back. "F-Fuck, Mingi. Please!"

"I’ll take care of you, baby," Mingi says against Wooyoung’s neck, slowly dragging his lips down until he reaches the junction of his shoulder, mouthing hot kisses and gentle bites along his skin. He loves having Wooyoung under him, shaking with pleasure from a few well-placed touches and soft-spoken words. He truly looks so beautiful as he throws his head back, hair splaying out in a halo-like fashion. He moans Mingi’s name so sweetly that Mingi quickly shoots back up and kisses Wooyoung breathless, taking him apart so slowly and delicately just to put him back together again.

***

They have more talks about what they spoke about that night over the next few weeks, planning the night with explicit and exact details. They each confirmed what they’re comfortable with, what they aren’t comfortable with, how the scene should start and end and everything in between.

They seal their decisions with heart-wrenching kisses and Wooyoung has never felt so safe and loved before. The fact that Mingi is on board with pretty much everything has Wooyoung so very excited for the future.

And the time isn’t right for a bit. Between back-to-back schedules, practices, and just pure fatigue and exhaustion, there was never a right time for what they had planned. But when the day comes, the release is very much needed.

Wooyoung was in a mood. To say the very least. He’d been a menace since the moment he woke up. Talking back to Hongjoong. Bothering Jongho while he tried to sleep. Later that day, practice was no better. He was climbing into everyone’s lap, even after being shoved off. He was kissing and hugging and biting nonstop. Not following Yunho’s directions when teaching moves. Ignoring Seonghwa when he tried to get Wooyoung in line. It was just one thing after another.

And Mingi was nearing his daily quota of Wooyoung-related Shenanigans.

It was a bite to his shoulder that had Mingi thinking about all those long, thorough conversations they had. This was it. Wooyoung was being a brat and needed to be put in his place. And oh, was Mingi so excited to do just that. 

He sends a message to Seonghwa and San, telling them to find a different dorm to stay in for the night. As much as Mingi knows Wooyoung gets off on disturbing the peace, he wanted to make tonight theirs, and only theirs.

It was a quiet drive home. Mingi had practically dragged Wooyoung to the back of the van, making him take the window seat and pressing himself right against him. Wooyoung had complained about being squished, but quickly bit his tongue at Mingi’s glare.

Mingi had kept a strong hand to Wooyoung’s thigh the whole short ride, and he could almost feel Wooyoung vibrating with so much barely contained energy.

And Mingi would be lying if he said he doesn’t feel the same. He’s nervous for tonight, worried he won’t do right by Wooyoung, worried he won’t live up to Wooyoung’s expectations. But then lips find his neck and Mingi’s worries melt away as he easily gets into character.

"Not now."

Wooyoung whines into Mingi’s sweater. "Minnie!"

"Do you want to make tonight any worse for yourself?" Mingi’s eyes are almost black with lust as they stare Wooyoung down, voice quiet so as to not wake anyone up.

Wooyoung can’t help the soft moan, pressing the palm of his hand against his half-hard cock.

Mingi catches the movement and practically rips it off him, holding both his wrists in a single hand. "Cut it out, Young-ah. Not here."

Wooyoung lets out an exasperated sigh, leaning his head back against the seat. "You’re no fun. Yunho would help me get off. He’s done it before when you were all sleeping."

Mingi just releases a deep breath. Maybe tonight will go exactly as planned if Wooyoung keeps running his mouth like this.

His temper rises even higher as they reach the dorm. Wooyoung’s whining about how tired he is and how his legs hurt from practice and how hungry he is and Mingi is seconds away from snapping.

"God, Mingi. How hard is it to open a door?" Wooyoung chuckles when Mingi’s hand shakes slightly, missing the keyhole a couple times before finally getting it.

And it really takes everything in Mingi’s being to not ruin him right there.

They step inside and Wooyoung practically shoves Mingi out of the way. He takes off his shoes, not even bothering to place them to the side and Mingi doesn’t know why, but that was his tipping point.

"Wooyoung."

"What?" Wooyoung matches Mingi’s tone and turns with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh yes, tonight is going to be very fun.

Mingi seethes at the bratty expression and he can’t help when his dick twitches at the prospect of what’s about to happen. He walks over to the younger and looks down at him with the darkest expression he can muster. He smirks slightly when he catches the minuscule way Wooyoung’s eyes widen at the sudden change in demeanour.

"Clean up your shoes. Now."

Wooyoung gulps, but stands his ground. He tilts his chin up defiantly and Mingi can feel butterflies starting in his stomach. "No."

"No?"

Wooyoung shakes his head and smiles. "No," he repeats. "I don’t want to."

"Pick up your shoes and put them away, Wooyoung. I won’t ask again."

"You can’t make me."

Mingi was waiting for those exact words.

Wooyoung gasps when Mingi suddenly grabs his hair and roughly tugs his head back, leaning menacingly over him. Wooyoung swallows the whimper at Mingi’s expression.

He forces Wooyoung down until he kneels and Wooyoung’s dick is so hard in his pants as the grip in his hair starts to hurt.

"Do I have to teach you a lesson about manners, or can you clean up your shoes like a good boy?"

And Wooyoung always wants to be good for Mingi. He always wants to be treated so well like Mingi always does, but tonight is different. Tonight he wants to be the complete opposite.

He feels lips graze his ear and Wooyoung must’ve taken too long to answer because he hears Mingi whisper, "colour?"

Wooyoung sucks in a breath as he remembers what’s happening. He looks up at Mingi with a warm smile and nods. "Green. I’m okay."

"You remember your safeword?"

Wooyoung nods.

"What is it?" Mingi gently combs his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair.

"P-Peridot."

Mingi hums, smiling proudly. "Good. And?"

Wooyoung squints, trying to remember their actual safeword for these kinds of intense scenes. He leans up into Mingi’s hand, if he was a cat he would be purring.

And Mingi patiently waits, watching as Wooyoung wracks his cute little head for the word.

He gasps quietly, looking up at Mingi with wide eyes. "Topaz!"

"Good job, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you!" Mingi holds his precious cheeks, watching as Wooyoung smiles brightly, eyes turning into crescents. "Now, keep those in mind, okay? You still want to continue, Woo?"

Wooyoung whines and grabs at Mingi’s pants. "Please, Minnie."

Mingi presses a kiss to Wooyoung’s forehead. "Okay, baby. Just let me know if it’s too much."

Wooyoung nods and moans under his breath when Mingi pulls away and that dark look in his eyes is immediately back. It’s then Wooyoung’s head is whipped quickly to the side and a soft sting begins to bloom on his cheek.

Mingi slapped him.

Holy fuck.

Wooyoung just moans loudly, eyes quickly growing wet, cock throbbing in his now very tight underwear. "M-Min-"

Mingi just scoffs. "Did you just moan after I hit you? God, you’re such a freak, Young-ah."

Wooyoung nods and moans again when Mingi hits his other cheek, mouth parting and tongue slightly hanging out.

He whimpers when Mingi roughly grabs his jaw and squeezes his cheeks with his fingers. "Are you gonna pick up your shoes now?"

Wooyoung nods and crawls his way over to his shoes, picking them up and placing them off to the side. He turns back to Mingi and there’s almost a proud look on his face.

"So, you can follow instructions. Shocking."

Wooyoung’s face grows hot at the demeaning tone of Mingi’s words. He goes to stand but is quickly forced back down by his shoulder. He whines at the pain in his knees and looks up at Mingi with a pout.

"Don’t give me that. Only good boys get to walk. Bad ones have to crawl to the bedroom."

"Minnie!" Wooyoung whines, crossing his arms in a child-like fashion.

He gasps when his head is forced back again, Mingi’s angry face inches away. Wooyoung curves his back towards Mingi’s legs to accommodate the sudden stretch. He lets out soft whines as it starts to get uncomfortable.

"Min-"

Mingi places his other hand around Wooyoung’s throat and almost cums at the choked whimper Wooyoung makes. He presses down until he feels Wooyoung melt in his hands.

"You’re gonna crawl to bed and maybe, just maybe, I’ll think about fucking you. Okay?"

Wooyoung wants to reply with a bratty retort but then Mingi’s squeezes harder and suddenly his brain goes fuzzy. He just replies with a broken noise, falling to his hands when Mingi lets go.

He steps back and gently kicks at Wooyoung’s thigh. "Move."

Wooyoung throws a weak glare, but starts to crawl towards Mingi’s room. He does, however, make a little show out of it—popping his hips probably a little too much, curving his back seductively. He smirks when he hears a soft groan from Mingi. He yelps then giggles when a hard slap lands to his ass. "Like what you see?"

Mingi scoffs. "Keep it moving, slut."

And oh, that name rings in Wooyoung’s ears so beautifully.

Mingi smirks at Wooyoung’s breathy moan as they reach his room. He places a foot to his ass and presses down softly, making Wooyoung sit at the foot of the bed. Mingi takes his place in front of Wooyoung on the bed, a leg on either side to cage him in.

Wooyoung can’t help but look at Mingi in awe as he leans back on his hands. He just looks so… big. The fabric of his sweatpants holding onto his thighs in the most delicious way. His t-shirt makes his shoulders look so, so broad, chest popping out slightly. Wooyoung just wants to sink his teeth into him.

Mingi chuckles at Wooyoung’s unsubtle gawking. "Like what you see?"

Wooyoung quickly looks up to Mingi’s face as he repeats his own words. He swallows then scoffs, putting the façade back on. "Whatever."

Mingi hums and shrugs. Then, he quickly presses his foot against Wooyoung’s crotch and pushes.

Wooyoung gasps and wraps his hands around Mingi’s ankle as the pressure starts to hurt.

"A-Ah! Min- Wait-"

"You wanna keep talking back?"

Wooyoung chokes on a cry when Mingi starts to move his foot from side to side, adding then taking away pressure, slowly pushing Wooyoung towards release. It hurts so bad, but fuck if it doesn’t feel amazing.

He can’t help the moan and the way he starts to rut against Mingi’s foot, begging and pleading for more and more and more and

Mingi removes his foot and kicks Wooyoung over.

Wooyoung falls with a gasp and looks up at Mingi with a pained expression. "What-"

"You thought I was gonna let you cum this early?" Mingi chuckles as Wooyoung sniffles. "Nice try, brat." He snaps his fingers and points at the spot between his legs, signalling for Wooyoung to return to his previous position.

Wooyoung’s mouth is parted, eyebrows furrowed at Mingi. He did ask for this, to be fair. He crawls back over and grumbles something under his breath.

"What was that? I didn’t catch what you said."

"Nothing."

Mingi quirks an eyebrow at the tone in Wooyoung’s voice. He leans forward and wraps a hand around Wooyoung’s neck, forcing his head up. There’s a challenging look in Wooyoung’s eyes that makes a spark shoot through his body. "Do you wanna repeat what you said, or do I have to make you?"

Wooyoung chuckles—he fucking chuckles—and smirks. "Try me."

Mingi doesn’t mean to slap him so hard. He will admit, however, that the sound of his hand meeting Wooyoung’s cheek makes his cock throb in his pants. Wooyoung’s face flies to the side and the wet gasp he releases only adds to the pleasure.

"Do you want another?" Mingi asks, waiting to see what Wooyoung wants to do next.

All he does is face Mingi with a dopey smile and says, "again."

"So, you do want another?" Mingi leans down to swipe a gentle thumb along the redness and smirks when Wooyoung winces softly. "Ask me politely."

Wooyoung swallows and leans into Mingi’s hand. "P-Please, Minnie. H-Hit me again, please."

Mingi smiles and kisses his temple. "Good boy."

Wooyoung moans at the praise and then his other cheek is slapped with the same force, maybe even just a little harder. The sting feels achingly good as the heat blossoms throughout his face and down his neck.

"A-Again, please."

And Mingi couldn’t deny him anything.

He lands a few more hits, stopping when Wooyoung can barely speak. He’s just sitting quietly on his knees, so completely out of it with bright, red cheeks, and Mingi thinks he looks so beautiful.

He holds Wooyoung’s chin, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip before slipping it into his mouth. Wooyoung breathes out of his nose and leans forward to take more into his mouth, looking up at Mingi with heavy eyelids, gaze seductive.

"Fuck, baby. Look so pretty like this." Wooyoung’s heart swoons at the praise. "Ready for more? What’s your colour, Woo?"

Wooyoung pulls off to kiss Mingi's palm, desperately licking at his other fingers. "G-Green. So, so green. P-Please, Min. Need m-more."

"I know, angel. I know. You’ve done so good this far. Keep being good and I’ll give you a treat after, yeah?"

Mingi quickly leans down and kisses Wooyoung passionately. They both moan loudly at the touch, this being the first kiss they’ve shared all night. It was deeply needed by them both, so worked up and needing some sort of release, at least for now. 

Mingi places a few small pecks more before pulling away and his darkness is back.

He takes the opportunity of Wooyoung’s open mouth to shove two fingers inside, groaning when Wooyoung gags then sucks them.

"Let’s put this naughty mouth to good use, yeah?" Mingi starts to pump his fingers, scissoring them along Wooyoung’s tongue to then push them as far back as Wooyoung can take. Mingi watches as the younger’s eyes start to shine with tears and he just looks so pretty like this.

"I think you’re ready for something bigger…" Mingi removes his fingers, ignoring Wooyoung’s whines, and slips off his pants and boxers.

Wooyoung’s eyes lock onto Mingi’s hard cock as it lays against his thigh. His mouth waters at its thickness and length, a large vein running along the shaft. His tip is wet with little beads of precum leaking out and Wooyoung licks his lips like he’s about to feast on the finest meal.

"Well," Wooyoung looks up at Mingi and the older has this wicked smirk on his face, "don’t just stare, baby. Get to work."

Wooyoung rolls his eyes but moves forward, muttering "a please would be nice" under his breath as he places his lips to Mingi’s thigh. He slowly leaves a trail until he reaches just next to Mingi’s cock and moves to kiss his stomach instead.

Mingi just patiently watches because Wooyoung’s mouth is a gift sent from heaven. He sucks in a breath when Wooyoung takes hold of his cock, kissing down the shaft and to his balls before licking back up.

"Fuck," Mingi groans and tips his head back as Wooyoung drags his lips up and down, suckling gently. "I love your mouth."

Wooyoung smirks and places a final kiss to the tip and pulls back. "Just my mouth?"

Mingi looks back down and Wooyoung smirks as he takes some of the precum and uses it to pump his cock. "Your hands are pretty good, too."

Wooyoung hums contently, and does small kitten licks to the tip, drooling to make the slide easier. He continues to tease Mingi, putting his lips around the head of his cock, but never going farther. He sucks softly, smirking when he hears Mingi’s moans, fingers lacing in his hair.

"Come on, Young-ah. I know you can take more than that."

Wooyoung just flicks his eyes up and he’s just so gorgeous like this. Big, brown eyes with thick lashes. Wet, red lips stretched around his cock. Wooyoung just shrugs and Mingi figures he has to take it into his own hands.

Within the next second of Wooyoung happily sucking on the tip, Mingi grips tight at Wooyoung’s hair and shoves his head right down until his face is pressed into his stomach, cock forced down his throat. The harsh gagging sounds that Wooyoung makes are like music to Mingi’s ears. His throat constricts and relaxes over and over to compensate for the sudden stretch and it’s such a heavenly feeling around Mingi’s cock.

Mingi groans loudly, holding Wooyoung’s head still while the younger scrambles to grab and push himself off, nails digging into Mingi’s hips. "Fuck! You feel so good, baby. Made to take my cock in any hole, aren’t you?"

He relents and pulls Wooyoung right off, letting the younger catch his breath. He coughs and takes deep breath after deep breath, going a little dizzy at the sudden intake of air. The only reason Wooyoung hasn’t fallen to the floor is because of Mingi holding his head up.

Though he gets little time to rest.

Wooyoung whines when Mingi hits his bottom lip with his cock. His eyes are lined with tears as he looks at Mingi. "N-No-"

Mingi smiles and there’s something wicked behind it. “Oh, but yes.”

And that’s all he says before filling Wooyoung’s mouth once again. This time, instead of holding Wooyoung still, he grips his hair and moves his head for him, using Wooyoung’s mouth like a fleshlight.

Mingi moans loudly as Wooyoung tries to keep up, his lips tightening, tongue going flat. Drool starts to collect in his mouth, falling out of the corners and down his chin. Wooyoung just whines as he’s used like a toy, fingers tangling in Mingi’s shirt for some kind of purchase.

He’s pulled off again, but Mingi quickly shoves two fingers into his mouth, keeping him full at all times.

Mingi strokes his cock and watches as Wooyoung sucks and licks at his fingers. "God, baby. Gonna make me cum even before I fuck you." Wooyoung nods his head. "Do you want that, my little slut? Want me to fill up both your holes?"

Wooyoung moans and his hips buck at Mingi’s words.

Mingi catches the movement and removes his fingers. He gives Wooyoung’s cheek a smack when he whines loudly. "None of that." He tilts Wooyoung’s head back by his hair. "I’m gonna fuck your pretty throat then your pretty ass. But you’re not allowed to cum until I say so, okay?"

"Mingi!"

Another slap, harder this time. He roughly grabs Wooyoung’s chin, forcing eye contact.

"Either listen, or I’ll cum on your face and call it a night. Your choice."

Wooyoung whimpers, hand around Mingi’s wrist. Mingi’s eyes are certain, words sure. He means it. He sighs and nods, giving a quiet "fine."

"What’s fine?"

Wooyoung grunts when Mingi tips his head back further. "U-Use my mouth."

"Use my mouth, what?"

"Use my mouth," Wooyoung holds back rolling his eyes and sighs, "please."

Mingi smiles. "Good. Now, open up."

Wooyoung parts his lips and sticks out his tongue. Maybe he even arches his back just a tad, hopefully enticing Mingi so he gets fucked sooner than not.

Mingi just chuckles at the desperate display. He’s most definitely going to take his time now. He taps his cock against Wooyoung’s tongue and slowly drags it back and forth, not fully entering his mouth.

Wooyoung whines, eyebrows furrowing as he stares at Mingi. He moves a hand up to grab at Mingi’s cock, only for Mingi to smack his hand away and grab his hair to force his cock right down his throat again. Wooyoung chokes and quickly grabs Mingi's thighs.

"See what happens when you don’t listen?" Mingi grinds into Wooyoung’s mouth as the younger gags around his cock.

Mingi eases up once tears roll down Wooyoung’s face. He doesn’t pull completely off, but starts a small bob of Wooyoung’s head, slowly letting the younger breathe properly. 

Wooyoung sighs heavily out of his nose and lets Mingi use his mouth, going limp in his hands. He would fight back, try to push away from Mingi, but he’s so turned on and his dick aches so bad, he just lets Mingi take over... For now, at least.

"Fuck," Mingi moans, biting his lip when Wooyoung sucks around him, "you’re so good, baby. Your m-mouth is perfect."

Wooyoung hums and it makes Mingi shake, thighs quivering slightly as the vibration encases his cock. He grabs at Mingi’s waist and digs his nails into him when Mingi shoves his cock down his throat again, taking a deep breath and relaxing to be able to handle the length. He starts to make these choked off noises and it only drives Mingi more insane.

Mingi grinds against Wooyoung’s face again, throwing his head back with moan after moan tumbling out of his parted lips--Wooyoung’s name has never sounded so good.

He slowly pulls Wooyoung’s head completely off and he almost finishes on his blissed out face. Mingi gives Wooyoung a couple light slaps, smirking when he moans softly.

"I haven’t even done anything and you’re already out of it." Mingi chuckles as Wooyoung mouths at his cock. "You really are a cockwhore, huh?"

Wooyoung doesn’t respond, just throws a soft glare up at the older as he takes the tip of Mingi’s cock between his lips. He sucks gently at the head, using his tongue to play with the slit. He moans quietly as precum drips into his mouth, more coming out as he starts to bob his head on his own. He feels Mingi’s fingers tighten in his hair and it causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout his body.

"Just like that, sweet thing." Mingi’s voice is hoarse, rumbling seductively. "Gonna fill your mouth up then I’ll fill your ass." He moves Wooyoung’s head faster, a familiar burn beginning in his stomach. "I’ll keep you full all night, baby."

Wooyoung beams at Mingi’s words. The idea of being filled with Mingi makes him squirm in the best way, his own cock leaking in his underwear. He wants to touch himself so, so badly, but he knows what’ll happen if he does, and as much as he wants Mingi’s hands on him again, he just wants to cum at this point.

So, he starts to suck harder and move his head faster, hoping it brings Mingi closer to his release. He listens to Mingi’s noises, how he grunts and moans, how he gets louder and louder. Wooyoung chances a light press of his hand to his crotch, needing to do something before he explodes.

Mingi growls softly and brings Wooyoung’s face right against him again, filling his mouth and throat. "Don’t even think about it, Young-ah."

Wooyoung gargles around Mingi’s cock, hands flying out to grab at his shirt, his thighs, the bedsheets for some kind of support.

"The only touch you’ll get is from me, am I clear?"

Wooyoung squeezes his thighs together, attempting to soothe the ache at the rough treatment. Tears run down his cheeks and he can barely breathe as he’s pressed against Mingi’s stomach—it’s so good.

It’s then Mingi starts to quickly move Wooyoung’s head, starting to properly fuck his mouth. He groans loudly and tightens the grip in Wooyoung’s hair, using his mouth for his own pleasure, not letting up even as Wooyoung sobs around him.

And Wooyoung just takes it. He’s being used like a doll and he absolutely loves it, he’s been craving this for so long. Mingi’s thick cock stretching his throat. Mingi above him, moaning his name and curses about how good he feels. How he’s going to fill him to the very brim and then some, so he only knows Mingi’s cock and Mingi’s hands.

“Yeah. T-Take it, whore. Take my cock like the fucktoy you are. You were m-made to take my cock in every hole, and you will. Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Gonna make me-“

Mingi tenses and holds Wooyoung’s head still as he spills into his throat, groaning Wooyoung’s name under his breath. He shakes lightly as Wooyoung suckles gently on his cock, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

He slips his cock out and instantly holds Wooyoung’s jaw. "Open."

Wooyoung blinks lazily and slowly opens his mouth, showing Mingi’s cum just sitting there on his tongue.

Mingi groans contently, and pats Wooyoung’s cheek. "Good. Swallow."

Wooyoung’s eyes narrow, closing his mouth as he shakes his head.

"Swallow, slut. It’s all you’re good for."

Wooyoung shakes his head again, standing his ground. Well… Kneeling his ground…

Mingi roughly grabs his hair, tightening his grip until Wooyoung whimpers, hands shooting up to hold his wrist.

"You better swallow, Wooyoung-ah."

Or what? Wooyoung thinks, attempting to convey the words without speaking.

Mingi scoffs, seeing the determined face Wooyoung tries to make. "Do you want to get fucked tonight, or not?"

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and sighs because yes, holy shit does he want to get fucked!

So, what does he do?

He sits up straight and waits for Mingi to remove his hands from his hair.

Mingi pulls back and smiles. He’s about to praise him again when, instead, Wooyoung purses his lips and proceeds to let his cum fall to the floor.

"Wooyoung!"

Wooyoung trembles, but giggles at the angry tone. He looks up at Mingi with a smirk. "You didn’t think I was actually gonna swallow, did you?" He gives a playful pout.

"Clean it up. Right now, Young-ah." Mingi looks pissed, but Wooyoung’s having fun so…

He tilts his head with a coy smile. "No. I don’t think I will."

Mingi grabs his hair and almost rips it out as he drags Wooyoung’s face right in front of his own. "Clean it up, or-"

"Or what?" Wooyoung interrupts, challengingly. "You’ve made some threats throughout the night and haven’t followed through with any. You can’t scare me, Min. I’m not cleaning it up." He finishes with a determined smirk.

Something then flashes over Mingi’s face and Wooyoung could not prepare himself for Mingi’s next words.

"Do I need to call Seonghwa hyung?"

A cold shiver runs down Wooyoung’s spine.

"Maybe I should send him a picture of your mess. He’ll be oh so disappointed, won't he?" Mingi knows exactly what he’s doing. "I’ll tell him how you refuse to clean it up, and how you’ve been talking back. I could just see his face now. Can’t you, Youngie? He’d be so, so mad."

Wooyoung’s eyes widen as he remembers the last time he dirtied a floor. Listen, it wasn’t San and Wooyoung’s fault that they ended up fucking in Seonghwa’s room. It was just the closest bedroom and Wooyoung needed San so badly. They didn’t even make it to the bed. Seonghwa had walked in on their third round, cum and other liquids all over the floor. Wooyoung could barely walk or speak the next day.

He drops the façade and quickly concedes, waving his hands side to side defensively. "N-No! Don’t call hyung. I-I’ll…" He sighs. "I’ll clean it up." He goes to stand to grab a towel from the bathroom only to be pushed back down by his shoulder.

"You’ll clean it up yourself."

Wooyoung tilts his head confusingly, eyebrows raised. "Wha-"

"Since your mouth made the mess, your mouth can clean it up."

Wooyoung stares at Mingi in disbelief, mouth dropping open. "N-No! That’s disgusting. It’s- It’s the floor!"

"Well, you should’ve thought about that before you did what you did." Mingi stares down at him, nodding towards the mess. "Now, get to it."

"Mingi..." Wooyoung pouts, eyes wide and begging with fluttering eyelashes, attempting to seduce his way out. "Please." He slowly spreads his thighs.

Mingi sighs and leans forward. He runs a gentle hand through Wooyoung’s hair, smirking when Wooyoung’s eyelids grow heavy, pressing into his hand. He licks his lips as Wooyoung practically presents himself. They both need it, Mingi knows that. However, all actions have consequences.

So, when Mingi adds pressure to the back of Wooyoung’s head, Wooyoung starts to whine and push back.

"No! No, Mingi! Please, please, please-"

"You can beg all you like, Wooyoung-ah." He keeps pushing, far stronger than the smaller male, continuing until Wooyoung’s cheek is against the floor. "You still have to clean your mess."

Wooyoung makes a broken noise. He tries to get up, but Mingi places his foot against his head, keeping him down for good.

Wooyoung releases a defeated sigh, there’s no way he’s getting out of this. He stares at the pool of white, dread filling his system. He only has himself to blame as he slowly inches towards it. Mingi has removed his foot and he watches as Wooyoung’s face hovers just above the mess.

"Come on, Young-ah. I don’t have all night."

Wooyoung rolls his eyes since he knows Mingi can’t see his face from this angle. He takes a deep breath. This is fine, and let's be honest, he’s done worse.

He starts with small kitten licks, shivering in disgust at the saltiness of Mingi’s cum. Why didn’t he just swallow? He hears Mingi groan softly, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to get moving. It’s gross. Totally and utterly gross. Licking cum off the floor while you’re on your hands and knees. Wooyoung knows what he looks like. But why does his cock twitch with each lick?

"Being such a good boy, baby." Wooyoung whines softly as Mingi’s deep voice cuts through his thoughts. "Maybe I’ll get you a little maid costume and have you clean the rest of my room."

And Wooyoung would like that, love, actually. The idea of wearing a skimpy little costume that barely covers him while Mingi orders him around… Bending over and acting innocent when Mingi looks at his lace panties… Next time for sure.

Wooyoung swallows the rest of the cum and his pride as he sits back on his haunches, staring up at Mingi with heavy eyelids.

"Done."

Mingi hums and holds Wooyoung’s jaw, raising an eyebrow. "Open."

Wooyoung slowly parts his lips and sticks out his tongue, showing he did, in fact, clean up his mess.

Mingi pats his cheek and leans forward. Wooyoung thinks Mingi’s about to kiss him, but the hand on his jaw tightens his grip, keeping his mouth from closing. He makes a confused noise as Mingi puckers his lips slightly.

He spits.

He spits directly into Wooyoung’s mouth.

Wooyoung jumps a little at the suddenness, but then he just moans loudly, tipping his head back further.

Mingi chuckles darkly, and presses his thumb against Wooyoung’s tongue. He watches how quickly Wooyoung tightens his lips around the digit and sucks enthusiastically. "Well… I didn't think you would like that so much, but considering you’re just a dirty whore who likes to eat cum off the floor, I shouldn’t be so surprised."

Wooyoung nods and moans again at the words. Mingi’s deep, raspy voice making him shiver and tremble on his knees, cock begging for something, anything. God, he needs to be fucked so bad.

"Yeah? You’re just my pretty, little toy, aren’t you? You would let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, baby?"

Wooyoung nods as tears line his eyes. He presses his thighs together as his cock aches in his pants, dying to be touched. He grabs at Mingi’s shirt, tugging him closer.

"Look at you, begging for my cock while you’re on your knees. You look good like this, Young-ah. Maybe I should just keep you like this. Keep you so desperate for my touch, my cock, my cum."

Wooyoung’s going to cry if Mingi keeps talking like this. He mumbles a "please" around Mingi’s thumb, hips bucking when Mingi’s other hand finds his hair once again, tugging lightly.

"Hm," Mingi hums thoughtfully. Wooyoung does indeed look beautiful like this, but it’s already been a long night for them both, so he caves. "Let’s get you prepped, yeah?"

Wooyoung nods rapidly, needing Mingi inside him yesterday. He’s about to stand when the grip in his hair tightens and roughly pulls him up and onto the bed, and Wooyoung is shocked he doesn’t cum immediately.

He just moans when he lands on the bed, legs going numb and tingly as the blood rushes down to his feet. The bed is like heaven as he lies there. The comforter smells like Mingi and the mattress is oh so comfortable, he almost falls asleep. But then hands hold his hips and suddenly Wooyoung is wide awake. He tries to move back, but whining in disappointment when Mingi keeps him against the bed.

"Stay still."

"Mingi!" Wooyoung whines when a rough hand meets his ass.

"Do you want me to fuck you, or not?"

Wooyoung huffs, trying to wiggle his hips. "Like, yeah. But, I don’t know, can we move a little faster here?"

He gulps silently when he feels Mingi’s grip tighten on his hips. Heat encases his back and then Wooyoung shivers when lips graze the back of his ear.

"So," and oh, Mingi’s voice is laced with something dangerous, Wooyoung can’t exactly put his finger on it. "You don’t want to be prepped. Is that what you’re telling me?"

Wooyoung whimpers when Mingi kisses down the side of his neck and to his nape. He feels Mingi push his shirt up and then slowly kiss down his spine. Any other time, Wooyoung would think this is sweet, borderline worshipping, but it’s not. Wooyoung can tell the difference. He can feel the difference in Mingi’s kisses. How his hands are still holding his waist flat against the bed, how his nails dig into the skin, looking to leave marks that last. He feels Mingi’s hot breath against his back, how he drags his lips and tongue along his spine, sending shiver after shiver throughout Wooyoung’s body.

It’s when Mingi’s fingers slip under his pants and underwear to slowly drag them down his legs and onto the floor that Wooyoung finally registers Mingi’s question.

"N-No..."

Mingi pauses and leans back over the smaller male, brushing his hair out his face so he can see the side of it. "No, what, darling?"

Wooyoung swallows the moan at how easy it is for Mingi to switch between being so comforting and attentive to downright mean. "Want your fingers." Wooyoung would actually die (not really) if he wasn’t prepped for Mingi’s dick. They tried it once before when Wooyoung was begging so prettily and they both needed each other right that second. Wooyoung had a limp and snide remarks from the others thrown at him for almost a week. "Please, Minnie."

Mingi leaves a gentle kiss to Wooyoung’s cheek, smiling when he presses into the warmth. "Okay, Woo. Lemme just..." He moves off Wooyoung to go around the bed to the table next to it, grabbing the lube from inside the drawer.

Wooyoung notices the small bottle in his hand and his cheeks flush at what he’s about to ask. "I want-" He cuts himself off when Mingi returns behind him.

"What do you want, Young-ah?"

Wooyoung moans softly when he feels Mingi’s large hands holding his ass, massaging the mounds and his thighs. "I-I want your tongue."

He hears Mingi groan and Wooyoung can’t help the small smirk.

"Is that how we ask for things?"

Wooyoung freezes and turns his head, eyebrow raised. He should’ve realized Mingi wasn’t going to follow that easily. "What?"

Mingi sucks in his cheek. "That’s not very polite, baby."

"Minnie," Wooyoung pouts, shifting his hips to hopefully entice the older. He yelps when a sudden slap hits his ass, the sting racing up his spine.

Mingi lands a couple more, letting Wooyoung get used to the pain between each hit. "What is it that you want, Youngie?"

Wooyoung grumbles under his breath, but it quickly turns into a whine when Mingi continues to spank him, the force increasing with each hit. "P-Please, Min. Please can you use your tongue to open me up, please." He lets out a breath, tacking on a final "please" for Mingi’s enjoyment.

Mingi hums, deeply massaging Wooyoung’s now reddened cheeks. He ignores the attitude in Wooyoung’s voice for his sake, knowing he’s been on edge ever since they’ve gotten home.

Wooyoung sucks in a breath when he feels cool air against his hole, shivering when lips are pressed to just above his ass that then move down over his cheek, somewhat diminishing the heat blooming on his skin.

"Min-" Wooyoung’s about to beg again when he just moans loudly, head falling back to the bed when Mingi laves his tongue from his balls, along his perineum to over his hole. "F-Fuck!"

Mingi smirks as Wooyoung trembles against the bed from a single lick. He doesn’t pull away for long, continuing to lick over Wooyoung’s hole, squeezing his cheeks and pulling them apart for better access.

Mingi’s the eating out champ, Wooyoung has decided. He eats Wooyoung like a starving man and Wooyoung’s ass is the most delicious fruit. Wooyoung can’t help when he presses against Mingi’s face, moaning when Mingi doesn’t stop him, but instead pulling him closer to shove his tongue inside.

He starts to suck lightly at the rim, growling when he feels Wooyoung clench around his tongue, asking for more without having to use words. And Mingi could stay like this all day if it was possible. He loves having Wooyoung melt under his touch, shaking with so much pleasure from just his mouth. Mingi feels his ego soar when Wooyoung starts to lose himself to the sensations, mumbling a mix of his name and curses said so beautifully, Mingi wishes he could record them.

It’s a good thing they’re home alone because Wooyoung has thrown all inhibitions out the window. His moans and whines take over Mingi’s bedroom, begging for more and more and please more.

And who is Mingi to deny such a pretty thing?

Wooyoung shivers when he feels a finger circle his rim, attempting to get in alongside Mingi’s tongue. He winces slightly at the small stretch, but quickly relaxes at the fact that something is finally inside him.

"Fuck! P-Please, please, please, please- M-Mingi!" Wooyoung doesn’t feel the tears leave his eyes. He chokes on a breath, hands turning to fists in the sheets below when Mingi gives him no time to recover as he forces in three fingers.

"Better?" Mingi chuckles when Wooyoung just moans, nodding rapidly.

Wooyoung just babbles thank yous over and over, trying to move his hips back to fuck himself on the fingers. Mingi keeps a tight grip to Wooyoung’s hip, pistoning his fingers until Wooyoung screams and then shoves his face into the comforter to muffle himself. He’s so, so close, cock nonstop leaking between his stomach and the bed. He can taste his release in the back of his throat, needing just a little more to get where he wants to go.

Mingi must realize this as he feels Wooyoung repeatedly clench around his fingers, subtly grinding his cock against the bed. And Mingi should chastise him, spank him until he can barely speak for being bad. But, Mingi gives this to Wooyoung. After everything he’s put the younger through tonight, and will put him through later, Wooyoung’s allowed this small victory.

"Mmm," Wooyoung turns his head, panting as Mingi starts to curl his fingers in just the right way, "f-fuck- Min- I-I’m so close, pleasepleasepleaseplease- "

Mingi shushes him, dragging his free hand down his side and over his ass. "Shh, baby. It’s okay. You feel good, don’t you? Am I making you feel good? You like my fingers deep in your greedy hole? You’re practically sucking me in, Young-ah."

Wooyoung whines loudly, starting to properly roll his hips. "A-Always so good, Min."

Mingi smiles and moves his hand to Wooyoung hip and slowly inching towards his cock. "Good, angel. I’m glad. Being so good for me, Woo. My good boy."

Wooyoung whimpers at the praise, but it quickly turns into a loud moan, eyes rolling back as Mingi takes hold of his dick, slowly pumping him closer and closer to the edge. He starts to shake, nails almost ripping the comforter as he feels his stomach swirl, the heat quickly spreading throughout his body.

"Min-"

"You can cum whenever you want, Youngie. Just know: I won’t stop even after you do."

Wooyoung didn’t catch the second part of what Mingi was saying. All he heard was the permission to cum and Wooyoung leaped at his chance, not that he could stop himself even if he wanted to. The orgasm hits him like a truck. Wooyoung gasps and goes silent as he cums and cums and cums, the waves crashing over him and never stopping.

It’s then he notices that Mingi hasn’t stopped either, prolonging the pleasure.

"M-Mingi-" Wooyoung can barely breathe. The fingers inside him have slowed, but haven’t stopped, still pressing against his prostate. The hand around his cock keeps milking everything he has, adding onto the mess he’s already made. He starts to tremble between Mingi’s hands, the pleasure he’s been wanting for so long slowly turning into white hot pain. "Wait-"

"I told you, baby," Wooyoung can hear the smirk in Mingi’s voice, "I wasn’t going to stop even after you’ve finished."

"I-I can’t- Min- P-Please! No more-"

Mingi just hums as he continues to torture Wooyoung. He can’t help the small chuckle as Wooyoung attempts to move away, legs and arms giving out, no strength left in his body. "You’re so greedy, Woo. You beg for something inside you and now that you have it, you don’t want it. I’m just trying to be nice here, Young-ah. You could show me a little gratitude."

Wooyoung would smack that smirk off if he could actually move. He throws a weak glare back at him, but continues to sob against the bed as Mingi keeps moving his dangerous hands. He does try to get up, tries to push away Mingi’s hand. But, every time he attempts to do so, Mingi would just squeeze his cock or press harshly against his prostate and it would send him right down again.

Mingi, thankfully, takes pity and removes his hands, not before placing a kiss to Wooyoung’s tailbone, and stands up. He watches with something akin to pride as Wooyoung sags against the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. He already looks like he was fucked six ways to Sunday and Mingi hasn’t even put his cock in him yet.

He leans over Wooyoung, caging him against the bed with a hand on either side of his shoulders, and kisses at his neck. "Did so good for me, sweetheart."

"Fuck you," Wooyoung mumbles out.

Mingi just laughs at the lack of heat behind his words. "Maybe another time, Woo. Wanna fuck you instead."

He cleans up Wooyoung’s mess with some tissues, tossing them in the trash. He turns back to the younger and finds him in the same spot, having not moved an inch. Mingi takes off his clothes and smiles when he notices Wooyoung’s eyes closed.

"What’s your colour, Youngie?" Mingi gently rubs at Wooyoung’s hip, curling the hair behind his ear to see his face better.

Wooyoung blinks his eyes open and turns onto his side. He reaches a shaky hand to Mingi’s cheek and softly swipes over the skin. "Green. I’m okay, Minnie. I swear."

"You still want to continue?"

Wooyoung quickly leans up and kisses the older, both moaning at the touch. It releases some tension, but it does very little to extinguish the rising heat between them. He pulls back, not before getting Mingi’s bottom lip between his teeth and pulling lightly. He smirks when Mingi groans.

"I want you to do whatever you want to me." Wooyoung ends his sentence with a wink and then pushes his ass back against Mingi’s cock.

Mingi gasps and quickly grips Wooyoung’s waist, forcing him flushed to the bed. He growls softly near Wooyoung’s ear, licking along the shell and nibbling lightly until Wooyoung moans so prettily.

"Oh, baby… Don’t give me that option."

Wooyoung suppresses his shiver and scoffs. "What? Don’t think I can take it? You haven’t exactly been that mean, Mingi."

Mingi chuckles darkly and Wooyoung feels like he should be worried. Wooyoung has a talent for talking a big talk, saying he can handle more than he really should, but does anyway. So, when Mingi slides his cock between his cheeks, he gulps at the weight and thickness of it, mouth watering just a little. He yelps and clutches at the comforter when a hard slap lands to his ass.

"Min-"

Another to the opposite side.

Wooyoung lets out a breathy moan, mouth stuck open like he’s about to speak again.

Another.

And another.

And another.

Mingi keeps going until both of Wooyoung’s asscheeks are bright red and Wooyoung can barely speak, letting out soft whimpers here and there. If Mingi squints he could see his actual hand imprinted into the skin.

"Still want me to do whatever I want?" Mingi slowly traces a finger randomly over Wooyoung’s ass and lower back, smirking at his quiet gasps, now so sensitive.

Wooyoung swallows the tears and slowly nods. Then he says six words he will probably later regret: "Hit me with your best shot."

Mingi just smirks. "Okay, baby. Just don’t tell me to stop because you can’t take it."

"Yeah, yeah." Wooyoung takes a breath. "Just put your cock in me."

Mingi hums. "You’re a brat."

Wooyoung giggles as he sways his hips from side to side, moaning under his breath when he feels the head of Mingi’s cock press against his hole then pulled back. "What’s new?"

Mingi chuckles himself then steps back, watching how Wooyoung continues his attempts at getting his dick inside him. "You’re also desperate."

"Mingi! Just-"

"Just, what, Young-ah? You said I could do whatever I wanted."

"I meant fuck me until I can’t speak, not the complete opposite."

Mingi hums thoughtfully. "You know, I could…" He steps back and holds Wooyoung’s hips, listening as the younger sucks in a breath. He leans down and kisses at Wooyoung’s neck, smirking when he tips his head to the side, begging for more. "But not like this."

Wooyoung’s about to whine when Mingi slaps his ass.

"Hands and knees, baby."

A curse almost falls from Wooyoung’s lips, but whatever gets him fucked faster.

He pushes himself up and crawls to the middle of the bed, ass pointed at Mingi. The bed dips behind him, then Wooyoung feels a gentle touch slowly follow the middle of his back, and it’s so soft that Wooyoung almost drops the whole scene.

"Mingi, I swear…" Wooyoung starts, swallowing the whimper when a finger just barely grazes his hole.

"I’m just admiring, Woo. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Can’t believe you’re all mine."

Wooyoung lets out a shaky breath. "W-Well, there’s about six other people who would beg to differ."

"Let them beg. They can’t fuck you like I do." Mingi laces his hand in Wooyoung’s hair and roughly pulls his head back, making him gasp and arch his back. "They can’t make you full like my cock can, can’t stretch your gorgeous tummy with their cum like I can."

"M-Min-"

Wooyoung chokes on his next words when Mingi shoves his face into the bed, keeping his hips straight up, and, within the next second, filling him with his cock in one swift movement. He practically screams against the comforter, tears spilling from his eyes and down his face.

Mingi groans at the constant clenching as Wooyoung attempts to accommodate the sudden stretch. He closes his eyes and tips his head back, moaning Wooyoung’s name.

"Oh baby..." Wooyoung twitches and whimpers as Mingi settles himself. "You’re so warm and tight around me. Fuck, Woo. See how easily your little hole stretched around me? Made to take my cock, huh? So perfect for me."

Wooyoung tries to speak, but he’s still in some kind of shock at the quickness of everything. And sure, Mingi prepped him, but holy shit, it was definitely not enough. He lets out a garbled version of Mingi’s name, paired with constant high-pitched whines and whimpers when he feels Mingi pull out slightly to slowly push back in.

Mingi bites his lips as he holds Wooyoung’s cheeks and uses his thumbs to spread them apart even more, now able to see exactly how much he fills the younger up.

"I’m honestly surprised your little hole can take my cock, Young-ah."

Wooyoung whines defeatedly, throwing a weak hand back to push Mingi’s off.

Mingi chuckles and slightly slaps it away. He grabs Wooyoung's hips and starts a slow pace, smirking when Wooyoung moans quietly. He eyes the bottle of lube and pours some against Wooyoung’s hole and his cock as he pulls out, both letting out a sigh of relief at the now easy slide.

"M-Minnie." Wooyoung eventually finds his voice, nonstop noises coming out of him as Mingi fucks him so thoroughly.

"Yeah?"

Wooyoung swallows the whimper as Mingi smacks his ass, the sting sending shivers throughout his body. "Faster."

Mingi hums and replaces his hand in Wooyoung’s hair, using it as leverage to roll his hips while keeping Wooyoung against the bed. "No."

"Mingi, please!"

"You said whatever I wanted, and what I want, Wooyoung-ah, is to go slow. Is that not okay with you?"

Wooyoung almost sobs as Mingi grinds deep into him, cock just missing his prostate. This is borderline torture. "Please, please, please, p-please-"

Mingi rolls his eyes and scoffs. "You’re never truly satisfied unless everything goes your way, huh, slut?"

Then, Mingi pulls almost all the way out to slam back in, and Wooyoung thinks he goes to heaven for a split second. He loses his breath as Mingi continues the brutal pace. The once quiet room now filled with the sound of their skin slapping together. It rings in Wooyoung’s ears so beautifully, the sounds of him getting fucked within an inch of his life and he loves it.

Wooyoung’s moans break off as Mingi fucks him so roughly. His eyes roll, drool starts to pool in his mouth, trying to swallow the hot air around them. It all makes Wooyoung so dizzy in the best way.

But, then he’s off the bed.

Mingi slows down and leans forward to slip his arm underneath Wooyoung’s jaw until his neck sits in the joint of his elbow, and he pulls him up so they’re both on their knees. Then, Mingi tightens his arm around Wooyoung’s throat.

Wooyoung’s eyes shoot open and he gasps as his oxygen is cut off, and he’s truly surprised he didn’t immediately cum.

"Mmm-" He can’t even speak as all coherent thoughts leave his head, his soul also leaving his body as Mingi tightens even more. Wooyoung gets out barely a squeak and the blood starts to pound in his ears.

Mingi continues to slam his cock inside him throughout all of this. The new angle now allows Mingi to move right up inside Wooyoung, and Wooyoung thinks that Mingi really is rearranging his guts, without question. Mingi’s other arm wraps around Wooyoung’s stomach, and it’s then Wooyoung makes the beautiful realization that he can’t get away. He’s trapped between Mingi’s strong arms and strong body, and Wooyoung thinks he could die happy right now.

"See how nice and quiet it is when you shut up," Mingi practically growls next to Wooyoung’s ear. "See what you get when you just let me have my way with you. Don’t you feel so good, sweetheart? You’re taking my cock so well, Youngie." Mingi looks over Wooyoung’s shoulder and it’s quick, you would miss it if you blinked, but oh yes, Mingi caught it.

He groans as he slows but keeps the brutal slaps just so he can see the way Wooyoung’s stomach distends with each thrust.

"Look, baby..." Mingi removes his arms and Wooyoung gasps as the warm air races down his throat. His eyes water, but before he can catch his breath, Mingi’s forcing his head down by his hair, and Wooyoung sees it.

He gasps at the small bump that appears then disappears as Mingi fucks in and out of him.

"You can barely handle me," Wooyoung shivers as Mingi whispers, "I look like I’m about to break you." He kisses Wooyoung’s neck, smirking as he whimpers.

"F-Fuck, Min- I-I-" Wooyoung’s so, so close. He didn’t even realize it until now, his cock hanging heavy and constantly leaking onto the bed below.

Mingi slows and settles flushed against Wooyoung and they both just stare at where the tip of Mingi’s cock tries to poke through. "I might just tear you in two."

Wooyoung gasps and squeezes his eyes shut as he cums. He grabs at Mingi’s arm and side for balance as he tenses up, whole body tingling as wave after wave runs over him. He moans loudly and slowly moves himself along Mingi’s cock to prolong the pleasure, and he’s so happy Mingi lets him have this.

Mingi almost cums himself, but holds back, wanting this night to go on just a little longer. Though it’s hard. Between Wooyoung clenching around his cock and his pretty moans, it’s so, so hard to not cum deep inside him.

Wooyoung gasps when he’s suddenly shoved, falling onto the bed with a huff. He turns and sends a dirty look to Mingi. "What the hell!"

Mingi just rolls his eyes and grips Wooyoung’s waist to turn him over. "You were taking too long."

Wooyoung swallows the moan at the show of strength, still mad that Mingi pushed him off his cock like that. "I was in the middle of something."

"And I don’t care. Lemme just…" Mingi forces Wooyoung’s legs apart, pushing at his thighs so his lower back lifts off the bed. He presses his cock against his hole and fills him once again.

Wooyoung chokes on a breath and throws his head back, the tingles of overstimulation running along his spine. "W-Wait-"

Mingi grunts as he sinks all the way in, still so warm and tight. "I’ve been waiting, Woo. You’ve had your fun, now let me have mine."

Mingi starts a slow, decent pace, rolling his hips so mouth-wateringly good that Wooyoung can’t deny it feels amazing. It’s just so soon after he’s had a mind-blowing orgasm. He can’t stop the tears from lining his eyes as Mingi presses against his prostate with every inward thrust, whole body feeling like it’s on fire.

"Min- Minnie, p-please-"

"Cry those pretty tears all you like, baby. I’ll be done with your hole when I fill it up."

Wooyoung starts to sob as Mingi returns to the brutal fucking he was doing before, and it actually feels like Mingi might break him if he goes any harder. He’s got Wooyoung practically bent in half, the grips on the back of his thighs so tight there will be marks tomorrow. And Wooyoung can do nothing but take it. He can squirm and cry and try to get away all he likes, forced to take Mingi’s cock over and over like a toy.

"S-Stop, please! Mingi- W-Wait- I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-"

And there’s something about Wooyoung begging for Mingi to stop because he feels too much pleasure that makes Mingi go even harder.

Mingi smirks down at the younger and he’s just so pretty. The tears in his eyes making them sparkle. His lips are red and swollen and wet and Mingi may just have to use his mouth again. His cheeks are flushed a beautiful rose colour. Pretty. So, so pretty.

It’s then Mingi slaps him and Wooyoung stops his babbling. He just gasps and whines as Mingi keeps fucking him, the sting forming on his cheek making his cock twitch back to life.

Mingi slaps the other cheek and Wooyoung says it without even thinking.

"Peridot."

Mingi slows and looks at Wooyoung curiously. Wooyoung just pouts and lets the tears fall down the sides of his face, his throat closing up as Mingi just stares at him.

"What was that?"

Wooyoung whimpers when Mingi places a hand to his throat, softly pressing against the sides. He bites his lip as Mingi doesn’t completely stop, doing small, muted thrusts. "P-Peridot…"

Mingi hums and it’s suddenly so quiet that the only sound that can be heard is the squelching of lube between their legs.

Wooyoung suddenly yells and his back bows off the bed when Mingi pulls back and roughly fucks into him. The hand around his neck squeezes so tight and Wooyoung can’t breathe. "Mmm- M-Mingi! Wait!"

"You think some silly word is gonna get me to stop?" Mingi growls as he leans over so they’re face to face, the tips of their noses brushing. "Nice try, Young-ah. Now, be a good little whore and take everything I give you, or I might just let all your precious oxygen run out and use your body while you take a nap."

Wooyoung whimpers at the aggressive tone of Mingi’s voice, but he can’t lie, he’s so turned on right now. His cock is throbbing against his stomach, already needing to cum again after such a short time.

He tries to push Mingi away, crying as he shoves at his shoulders and arms. Though it does next to nothing as Mingi roughly thrusts into him without abandon. His arms fall back to the bed as he’s unable to breathe, broken gasps and whines leaving his parted lips as his eyesight starts to go spotty.

And Mingi thinks Wooyoung looks so beautiful right now. He has a blissed out expression on his face, soft pants escaping his mouth, whole body trembling beneath him. His cock is starting to create a small pool of precum on his stomach. He’s a mess of spit and cum and sweat, but Mingi’s never seen someone so stunning before. It only drives him to move quicker, fuck deeper into the younger.

It’s when Wooyoung’s eyelids start to flutter that Mingi removes his hand, placing it next to his head and grasping the comforter for support as he slows to rolling his hips.

Wooyoung gasps loudly, arching his back and coughing as he’s able to breathe again, the air stinging his throat. He just moans loudly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Mingi’s thrusts are so precise and sharp, nailing every spot Wooyoung wants nailed.

"M-Min- Mingi-" Wooyoung moans and grabs for the older, wrapping his arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.

Mingi shushes him, leaning down so Wooyoung can lock his ankles around his back. "You’re so perfect, Wooyoung-ah. You did so good for me, baby. I’m so proud of you."

Wooyoung shivers at the praises, such a drastic difference from what he just went through. He moans and fucks himself back against Mingi’s hips, wanting to cum, needing to cum.

"P-Please, please, please-"

"What’s wrong, sweetheart? How can I help you?"

Wooyoung swallows as he looks up at Mingi. His bottom lip quivers because he doesn’t actually know what’s wrong, just that he needs something. "Just-" He takes a breath, trying to form the right words. "Hit me."

Mingi’s eyes widen, thinking they’ve dropped the scene altogether. "What?"

"H-Hit me, please. I-I… I need it, Minnie. Please!"

"Baby… I don’t-"

"Please! I-I’m green, Min. I’m okay, I promise! Slap me. Hit me. Just-" Fresh tears run down Wooyoung’s face, adding to the stained tracks already there.

Mingi didn’t think Wooyoung begging to be slapped would be on his list of turns ons, but, here he is. He looks at Wooyoung with a nervous expression. He was completely okay with hitting Wooyoung during the scene, but now that they’re out of it, why can’t Mingi do it? Especially when Wooyoung is asking, practically demanding for it.

He quickly shoots down to kiss Wooyoung, just needing his mouth on his before he explodes. Mingi groans as Wooyoung drags his nails down his shoulders, though he welcomes the pain, only adding to the immense pleasure he’s already feeling.

Their lips part and their tongues swipe against each other, swallowing each other’s moans. It’s a passionate, heated kiss, they both needed it after what they just went through together. Hearing Wooyoung’s pretty noises also reassures Mingi that he is, in fact, okay, only gaining more pleasure the longer their lips are pressed together.

Mingi pulls back and starts to plant kisses all over Wooyoung’s face, taking his time to treasure every inch of his beautiful skin, whispering sweet-nothings against the surface. He tells Wooyoung how good he did and how proud he is of him, how well he took everything, how perfect of a doll Wooyoung is for him.

Wooyoung melts against the bed, feeling so loved and cared for. He shakes under Mingi, hugging him tight and repeating matching compliments to the older, letting him know how good Mingi is to him, how wonderfully he treated him, how he wants Mingi to do it again and again.

"You’re sure you’re alright?" Mingi asks, just in case.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes fondly, fingers massaging at Mingi’s shoulders. He smiles shyly. "I’m fine, Minnie."

Mingi squints and tilts his head down, not entirely convinced.

"Mingi. Really. I promise. I am okay." Wooyoung holds Mingi’s cheeks. "You couldn’t have treated me any better. You treated me better than better. You went beyond my expectations."

Mingi lets out a relieved breath. "Okay, Woo. I hear you. But, you still want me to slap you?"

Wooyoung releases a shaky moan as he nods. "Please. It feels so good, Min."

Mingi’s cock twitches at that, and it causes Wooyoung to clench around him. Mingi gasps, hand racing to Wooyoung’s hip to keep him still. "Young-ah!"

"Or, do I have to get you mad at me again for you to do it? ‘Cause I will do that." Wooyoung quirks a challenging eyebrow.

"N-No, Woo. It’s not that-"

Wooyoung hums as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Maybe I’ll see if Hongjoong hyungie is free after this. His cock isn’t as big as yours, but at least he knows how to use it."

Oh, that makes Mingi’s chest tighten. "Youngie-"

"Or, maybe I’ll see if Yunho and Yeosangie are available. They’ve been rough with me before, and they actually make me cum multiple times in a row." Wooyoung looks at Mingi with a defiant smirk, then looks down his body, and back up to his face. "Unlike someone..."

"Wooyoung." Mingi’s eyes narrow.

Wooyoung shivers as that darkness is intertwining with Mingi’s words once again. "Ah! I know who I’ll go see! Sannie! Oh he’s always so good for me, Min. He treats me so well and fills me up until I can’t take anymore. And what does your useless cock do, hm? It just sits inside me and does nothing. I don’t understand how someone can have such a big cock and not know how to use it," he sighs dramatically, "what a waste, don’t you think?"

Mingi doesn’t know what comes over him–-actually he does-–his hand just comes up and slaps Wooyoung’s cheek hard enough his head shoots to the side. His hand stings from the contact, but oh, did it feel amazing to wipe that fucking smirk off his face.

It’s quiet for a moment, both registering what happened. But, then Wooyoung breaks the silence with his loudest moan of the night, squeezing tightly around Mingi’s cock.

"A-Again, Minnie. Please, please, please, please-"

Mingi hits the other side and Wooyoung bucks his hips, moving himself back onto Mingi’s cock that has since gone stationary for the past few minutes.

"A waste, huh?" Mingi repeats Wooyoung’s words, and it makes Wooyoung shiver. "If it’s such a waste, why are you moving like a bitch in heat trying to fuck yourself back onto me?"

Wooyoung whines, grabbing at Mingi’s biceps only for Mingi to take either of his wrists and pin them to the bed. "M-Min-"

"Are you going to answer me like a good boy, or do I need to discipline you again?"

Wooyoung trembles in Mingi’s hands, so close to his release as it slowly builds in his stomach. His cock throbs for some kind of touch, needing just a small push to cum. "I-I didn’t mean it. I’m s-sorry. Please, just-"

Mingi lands another slap and Wooyoung sobs at how good it feels.

"I-I’m gonna-"

"Are you close, angel? Gonna make a mess all over yourself just for me?" Mingi drags his lips along Wooyoung’s jaw as he starts to slowly move his hips again.

And Wooyoung’s getting whiplash at how quickly Mingi can switch between slapping and degrading him to calling him sweet names and making him feel like lava is running through his veins.

Wooyoung nods, whimpering when Mingi rests a hand to his throat again, just sitting there, but it’s enough of a threat that gets Wooyoung surrendering under his touch. "P-Please, Minnie! Fuck me, please. I-I’m so close."

Mingi hums and places a kiss to Wooyoung’s forehead before he pulls back and slams right back inside the younger, his own release building as Wooyoung moans nonstop.

"Y-Yes, yes, yes, yes! Like that! A-Again, Min. Please! Again, again, again-"

"You’re such a little cockwhore, aren’t you, sweetheart? Need me to fuck you that bad, hm? So pretty when you beg for my cock, Youngie."

Wooyoung wants to reply, but Mingi’s returned to the fast pace from before and his soul leaves his body. He relaxes against the bed, and lets Mingi use him, wanting Mingi to fuck him like he’s just a hole to be ruined and filled with cum.

Mingi grunts as he stares down at Wooyoung, noticing how he just moans wantonly, fingers gripping the comforter so tight as his orgasm rapidly approaches. He looks between them and notices how hard and red Wooyoung’s cock is, and it’s just asking to be played with.

Wooyoung gasps loudly and scrambles to sit up onto his elbows as a hand gently caresses his cock. He looks at Mingi with tears in his eyes. "M-Min- Wait-"

"Look at this thing, huh? It looks like it’s about to explode, Young-ah." Mingi chuckles as he traces a single finger along the shaft, watching as it twitches away from the touch. "Oh, what a sensitive, little cock, hm? I wish I could play with it all day, but," He then fully grasps Wooyoung’s cock and Wooyoung falls onto his back with a choked off cry, "I can’t, can I? Not when you’re so close, right, Woo? You just want to cum already, don’t you? Poor thing..."

Wooyoung nods as Mingi looks down at him, still fucking him and now slowly jerking him off, and it’s just so much and not enough at the same time. "Oh, p-please-"

"Don’t worry, sweetheart," Mingi smirks and Wooyoung can’t suppress the shiver, "I’ll take care of you."

Mingi sits back so he can see everything. He watches as his cock disappears into the smaller and how his hand wraps so easily around Wooyoung’s cock, the tip just barely poking out of his fist. And something grows inside Mingi. He’s not quite sure what it is. Greed? Pride? The two mixed together? Whatever it is, Mingi can feel it burning pleasantly in his gut as he truly takes in their size difference and just how ruined Wooyoung is as he shakes against the bed.

"C-Close-" Wooyoung can barely gasp out, legs starting to shake, cock steadily leaking and making the slide easier for Mingi.

"Come on, baby." Mingi slams their hips together in quick succession while he pumps Wooyoung’s cock to the same rhythm, his release racing up his spine at all of Wooyoung’s broken cries and moans. "Cum for me, Young-ah. Want you to make a mess for me. Want to see you covered in cum, then I’ll fill you with my own."

Wooyoung gasps and chokes as his back arches far off the bed as he tenses and cums from Mingi’s words and Mingi’s hand and Mingi’s cock and just Mingi. He squeezes his eyes shut as he shoots his release up his stomach, some reaching his chest. He keeps moaning as Mingi fucks him, oversensitivity once again slowly crawling up his back, tickling his brain.

"M-Min-"

Mingi almost growls at the sight before him. He leans over Wooyoung, resting his elbows next to his head as he quickly fucks him, chasing his own release, now more than ever needing to fill him up. "Fuck! You’re so beautiful, Youngie. Did so good for me. You took everything so perfectly, baby. I-I’m so proud of you."

Wooyoung sobs as he grabs at Mingi’s arms, wrapping his legs back around his waist as Mingi thrusts hard into him. There’s no way he’ll be able to walk tomorrow. "Minnie! P-Please- Want-"

"Want, what, Woo?"

Wooyoung swallows, tongue feeling so heavy in his mouth as Mingi constantly hits his prostate. "C-Cum. W-Want your cum! Please, please-"

That’s all it takes for Mingi.

The older presses his face against Wooyoung’s neck as he slams his cock inside him one last time, groaning loudly as he releases deep inside him. He holds Wooyoung tight against him as it feels like his orgasm never stops, mostly because Wooyoung won’t stop clenching around him. 

"W-Woo-" He gently grinds against Wooyoung’s ass, prolonging the pleasure for them both.

Wooyoung just moans, feeling floaty and really, really good. He’s oh so warm now, the feeling blooming in his lower back, moving up and all over his body, covering him like a blanket. It also helps that Mingi is laying almost his full weight on top of him. He mouths at Mingi’s shoulder, humming contently now that he’s full past the brim.

"Baby," Mingi coos quietly, hand slowly running along Wooyoung’s side. "I gotta get up."

Wooyoung whines, squeezing his legs tighter around Mingi. "Why?"

Mingi chuckles before pressing kisses to Wooyoung’s neck and up to his jaw. "Because we’re going to get all gross if I don’t get up and clean us."

Wooyoung pouts and Mingi can’t resist, pressing a soft kiss and making Wooyoung smile and blush.

"How ‘bout this?" Mingi rests a hand on Wooyoung’s cheek and gently swipes the skin. "We shower together that way I can clean us both up, then we’ll be in bed sooner."

"I don’t think I can walk, Min, let alone stand." Wooyoung giggles, running a hand over Mingi’s chest.

And if Mingi wasn’t so exhausted, he would have thought about another round.

Mingi kisses Wooyoung’s nose. "I’ll carry you."

Wooyoung gives a playful pout, sighing, but smiling like that was his plan all along. "If you must."

Mingi rolls his eyes and loops his arms under Wooyoung’s armpits. Wooyoung understands what Mingi’s trying to do and wraps his arms and legs back around him, acting like a koala of sorts.

Mingi carefully moves off the bed, still very much inside Wooyoung and stands without much of an issue. "It’s a good thing you’re cute."

Wooyoung giggles and presses his face into Mingi’s shoulder, leaving soft kisses as Mingi walks them to the bathroom. "What can I say?"

They make it to the bathroom with only some stumbling. Wooyoung had thought it was a good idea to squeeze Mingi’s cock while he was walking.

Mingi quickly caught himself, sending a glare to the younger. Wooyoung just shrugged with a smirk, mouth returning to Mingi’s shoulder and neck.

"Brat," Mingi whispers.

"You love it," Wooyoung whispers back with a giggle.

Mingi pats at Wooyoung’s thigh once they’re fully inside the bathroom. "Okay, I need you down, Youngie."

Wooyoung whines loudly, nuzzling his head against Mingi. "No…" He adds emphasis to the syllable.

Mingi presses a kiss to Wooyoung’s temple. "Baby, I can’t do anything when you’re attached to me like this."

"I don’t wanna!"

Brat, Mingi thinks, refraining himself from saying it again. "Woo, we would be in bed and cuddling so much faster if you just helped me a little."

Wooyoung pulls back and, god, does he know how to use that pout and his beautiful, brown eyes to his advantage.

But, Mingi stands his ground, looking at the younger with an expression that Wooyoung understands quickly.

He sighs and unwraps himself. "Fine." As Wooyoung places his feet down, his knees immediately buckle. He gasps and grabs at Mingi’s arms. He looks angrily at the older when he chuckles. "I told you!"

Mingi shrugs. "Not my fault."

"It quite literally is!"

Mingi kisses Wooyoung’s forehead and sets him on the toilet. "I’m sorry, Young-ah."

Wooyoung crosses his arms and grumbles. "You don’t sound sorry," he says under his breath.

Mingi catches the comment and just laughs as he turns to the shower. He reaches his hand in and waits for the water to warm up before helping Wooyoung over. They both step in and sigh as the hot water hits them, relaxing their tired bodies.

Wooyoung turns and laces his arms over Mingi’s neck, standing on his toes to kiss him softly.

Mingi smiles and quickly reciprocates, hands running along Wooyoung’s back as they share a lazy kiss. There’s no rush to get out. They have all the time in the world as they definitely rack up their water bill. But, neither cares. Happy to stay in this little bubble for as long as possible.

Mingi reaches for the soap and lathers it in his hands before running it over Wooyoung’s shoulders and arms, gently massaging. Wooyoung just moans and Mingi can’t help when his cock twitches.

He chuckles. "That good, huh?"

"S-So good." Wooyoung’s words are already slurred. "You’ll have to give me a massage tomorrow."

"I can do that." Mingi kisses Wooyoung’s forehead as he continues cleaning Wooyoung’s arms, down to his hands and fingers. He grabs at his shoulders and turns Wooyoung around, digging his thumbs into his sides as he adds soap to his back and along his spine.

Mingi moves Wooyoung so he’s under the showerhead, letting him stand there and rinse while he grabs the shampoo. He turns back and Wooyoung has his eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face.

He chuckles. "Baby."

Wooyoung hums, content with staying under the hot water forever.

Mingi gently tugs at Wooyoung’s arm, so he’s closer. "Need to clean your hair."

Wooyoung just nods and closes his eyes again, softly moaning when Mingi’s fingers start to run through his hair, making the sure shampoo suds up. Wooyoung tips his head back further and opens his eyes, smiling up at Mingi. "Hey."

Mingi looks down and smiles back. "Hi."

"I love you."

Mingi’s heart thumps loud in his chest. His smile grows and he leans down to take Wooyoung’s lips against his own. He keeps gently massaging Wooyoung’s head, swallowing his quiet moans and whimpers. He pulls back and kisses Wooyoung’s nose. "I love you, too."

Wooyoung makes a small noise, almost like a pleased squeak. He places his hands to Mingi’s waist and lets the older finish shampooing his hair before leaning back and washing it out.

"Lemme do you." Wooyoung switches their places and grabs for the bottle.

Mingi laughs. "I don’t think you can reach, Young-ah."

Wooyoung scoffs and playfully hits Mingi’s shoulder. "Shut up. Just bend down a little."

Mingi just laughs again at Wooyoung’s determined face, shampoo ready in his hand. He bends his knees enough for Wooyoung to lather the shampoo throughout his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. Mingi hums softly.

"Pretty good, right?"

Mingi just nods, happy to have Wooyoung’s hands on him whenever he can.

Wooyoung hums a song to himself as he makes sure every strand is covered in soap. He drags his hands to the back of Mingi’s head, and he really can’t help himself. He smirks at Mingi’s eyes being closed and he gently tugs at his hair.

Mingi gasps and glares at Wooyoung, slapping his hands away. "You’re a menace."

Wooyoung giggles and kisses Mingi’s cheek. "You let your guard down."

Mingi narrows his eyes before closing them completely and rinsing the shampoo out. "Stay over there and keep your hands to yourself."

"Fine by me." Wooyoung leans against the wall and stares at Mingi. He watches as the water flows over his beautiful body, down his beautiful chest and beautiful stomach. Along his beautiful thighs and down his beautiful legs. Wooyoung sighs dreamily at the literal wet dream before him. "Beautiful." He whispers the word without thinking.

Mingi tilts his head back up and raises an eyebrow. "What was that?"

Wooyoung blushes, cheeks feeling hot as Mingi cages him against the wall. He gulps as he looks up, suddenly their height difference is very apparent at this moment. "You’re just- You’re beautiful, Minnie. I probably don’t say it enough."

Mingi’s eyes widen at the compliment. His eyes water slightly as he smiles, shooting down to kiss Wooyoung breathless. He wraps his arms over the back of his shoulders and around his waist, keeping them pressed together.

Wooyoung gasps at the suddenness, but quickly stands on his toes to grab at Mingi’s hair, moaning against his lips.

They keep passionately kissing as Mingi’s hand slowly moves down his back, reaching just above Wooyoung’s ass before grabbing at the mound.

Wooyoung jumps at the touch, but moans and presses back into the hand, shoving his tongue into Mingi’s mouth. He licks along the roof and over his teeth, whining when he feels Mingi press a finger to his hole. "Mingi!"

"I still have somewhere to clean, don’t I?" Mingi says against Wooyoung’s jaw. His voice is low, a deep grumble that shakes Wooyoung to his core.

He pulls back to stare at Wooyoung as he slowly inserts the finger. His cock twitches as Wooyoung’s eyes flutter and his lips part in a soft whimper, biting one as Mingi curls the digit in just the right way.

And Wooyoung didn’t think he could get hard again. But, his dick says otherwise as Mingi presses in two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of him. He grinds against Mingi’s thigh as he closes his eyes, his moans taking over the small bathroom.

Mingi kisses at Wooyoung’s jaw and down his neck, biting gently, though not enough to leave marks, unfortunately for them both.

"Please-"

"Yeah, baby? You close already?"

Wooyoung shivers at the slight teasing, but he’s not wrong, his cock throbs against Mingi’s thighs. "Can I..."

Mingi looks down where they’re touching, Wooyoung’s hand grazing his leg. He spreads his thighs slightly, just enough for Wooyoung to insert his cock, before closing them around it. Mingi shivers at Wooyoung’s loud moan, falling limp against Mingi’s body.

Wooyoung gives small, pathetic thrusts between Mingi’s thighs, pushing back against his fingers, and it’s all too much, but fuck, it feels so good. And it really doesn’t take Wooyoung long to cum, spilling between Mingi’s thighs as he finds his prostate and just pushes. He cums with a loud gasp, teeth digging into Mingi’s shoulder. Mingi groans at the pain, trying to will down his own erection.

Wooyoung’s panting as he pulls away, kissing at Mingi’s jaw and whimpering as he’s empty once again. "T-Thank you."

Mingi smiles and kisses Wooyoung’s forehead. "Of course, angel. Let’s clean ourselves up again, and then we can go to bed."

Wooyoung nods and he does try to help, but he’s all jelly. Fourth orgasm of the night. Mingi’s strong hands all over him. His body and heat so close. Wooyoung is a lost cause at this point.

Mingi helps dry him down, wrapping a clean towel around them both as they slowly make their way back to Mingi’s room. Wooyoung sits on the edge of the bed as Mingi searches for pyjamas. He digs out large t-shirts and boxers for either of them, taking the towels back to the bathroom once he’s dressed. He returns and finds Wooyoung limping slightly as he walks to the side of the bed. He bites his lip and leans against the doorway, watching as he pulls the covers back and climbs under them.

Wooyoung turns and finds Mingi staring at him. "Hello?"

Mingi chuckles at the confused expression. "I didn’t think you limping would be so sexy..."

Wooyoung scoffs and throws a pillow at him when Mingi walks closer. "Literally shut up, and get in here."

Mingi crawls in next to the smaller, laughing when Wooyoung grumbles and turns his back to him. "Oh, baby. Don’t be like that. I was kidding!"

"Whatever."

Mingi rolls his eyes and kisses at Wooyoung’s shoulder, hand slipping under his shirt to gently rub at his side. "Wooyoung-ah..."

Wooyoung swallows the whimper, not giving in that easily. "What?"

"I’m sorry. Can you look at me, please?" He kisses Wooyoung’s ear and pulls back when he hears him sigh.

Wooyoung turns, eyes locked on Mingi’s chest instead of his face.

Mingi moves closer, wrapping his arm around his back and pulling Wooyoung towards him. He kisses Wooyoung’s forehead, then his nose, then his cheek. At the same time, he’s slowly moving his hand back to his side, before he presses against it.

Wooyoung gasps and arches away from the touch, loudly laughing at the ticklish feeling. "Mingi!"

Mingi smirks and continues to torture Wooyoung with his hands while placing kisses all over his face. "I’ll stop when you forgive me."

Wooyoung feels tears lining his eyes, barking out laugh after laugh as Mingi keeps going. He tries to push the older away, but to no avail. Curse Song Mingi for being so strong.

"Okay! O-Okay, okay, okay!"

Mingi comes to a stop, looking down at Wooyoung with a wide smile.

Wooyoung fondly rolls his eyes and leans up to kiss the older. He pulls back with a sigh. "I forgive you."

Mingi’s smile brightens even further, and he can’t help but kiss Wooyoung again, needing his kisses like oxygen. They lazily kiss for a while. Mingi’s pulled Wooyoung slightly on top of him, hand at the thigh Wooyoung placed over Mingi’s stomach. Wooyoung’s holding Mingi’s face as their tongues press together, both moaning quietly at the intimacy of everything.

Mingi pulls away first, much to Wooyoung’s dismay. "How was tonight?"

Wooyoung sighs and smiles, running a hand through Mingi’s damp hair. "It was amazing. Everything I wanted and more."

"I wasn’t too rough?"

Wooyoung shakes his head. "Honestly, you could’ve been a little more rough." He giggles when Mingi's eyes widen slightly.

Mingi nods. "Noted. How’s your face and everything? I thought I was a little hard with some of the slaps..." Mingi notices the redness has gone down since they’ve showered.

"I’m fine, Minnie. I promise." Wooyoung leans up to kiss Mingi’s nose. "It was perfect. You were perfect. I would have said otherwise if I was uncomfortable, right? That’s why we have those safeguards in place."

Mingi hums, gently scratching at Wooyoung’s back. "Fair enough."

Wooyoung traces random shapes over Mingi’s chest as he looks at the older. "How are you? How did you find tonight?"

Mingi smiles lovingly as Wooyoung throws the question to him. "It was good."

"Just good?" Wooyoung winces slightly. God, did Mingi hate everything they did? Did he only do it for Wooyoung? Something icky fills his chest.

Mingi sees the worry in Wooyoung’s eyes and he’s quick to extinguish it with a heated kiss, moving them so Wooyoung’s on his back and Mingi’s leaning over him. "It was amazing, Young-ah. I didn’t think I would enjoy it as much as I did. You were so sexy. You took everything so beautifully."

Wooyoung flushes and leans into the hand Mingi rests on his cheek. "You were sexy, too. How quickly you took to being mean and throwing me around and stuff... It was super hot."

Mingi smirks, running his thumb over Wooyoung’s bottom lip. "Helps that you’re such a brat that needs to be tamed."

And Wooyoung is going to retort, but he can’t. Not when butterflies swirl in his stomach and Mingi slips his thumb between his lips. He just smiles around Mingi’s thumb, swirling his tongue against it.

Mingi kisses Wooyoung’s forehead and pulls away. He leans over to turn off the light, and situates them back to chest. "Okay, good." He wraps an arm over Wooyoung’s side and squeezes him close. He plants a kiss to the back of his head and neck. "We’ll talk more in the morning."

Wooyoung hums in agreement, putting his arm over Mingi’s and lacing their fingers together. "Thank you for everything, Minnie. Truly."

"Of course, Young-ah. Always happy to play out any of your deep, dark fantasies."

Wooyoung gulps softly and nuzzles further back into Mingi’s chest. "Oh, you have no idea how dark they go." He giggles when Mingi makes a surprised noise.

His eyes widen at that, but Mingi doesn’t press any further. He keeps Wooyoung close and tries not to pop a boner thinking about what other kind of fantasies Wooyoung has of them.