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mingispelvis · 7 months

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Genre: SMUT sub!mingi x dom!reader, afab reader, a smidge of yunhoxreader?? To set up part 2 hehehe

Length: 6.1k

Summary: You find out Mingi has a sub kink and decide to play into it.

NSFW warnings under cut 18+ i'm watching you

Warnings: alcohol, use of nicknames (good boy, baby boy), use of mommy but not during anything sexy, masturbation (female), vibrator, SUBMISSION, DOMINATION, oral (f/m receiving), 69, one pinky in y/n’s booty for 1 second, unprotected sex (don’t u dare!), finishing inside (YOU BETTER NOT!!!!).

:) :) :)

Friday nights were the best nights for semi-formal events. You could get respectfully tipsy off of the best alcohol the host had to offer, and then get trashed at the afterparty knowing you had nowhere to be Saturday morning. This Friday, SM Entertainment was holding their annual Entertainment Gala. Every idol and their team was allowed to go. It was a massive event to say the least. You’d been working with Ateez for a while, now, and you knew the best way to get all eight boys out the door on time was to be at the dorms the whole time. That’s how you ended up where you were now: lightly sipping a mixed drink, laughing heartily at something Wooyoung was complaining about, and eyeing Mingi from across the room.

Mingi.

When you first started working at KQ, you thought he was a bumbling dork with a polar opposite stage persona. Now, you know he’s a bumbling dork with a polar opposite stage persona. You hadn’t planned on crushing on him (or any of the idols for that matter), but one late August night, you fell hard.

Literally.

You and Mingi were sitting up on a ledge overlooking the lawn. You were drunk, he was drunk, and the bass was reverberating in your sternum from the music pumping at the party in the house behind you. He told you about his parents and their restaurant. You told him about your friends and your family. You looked deep in his eyes and he looked into yours and smiled. That one, crooked tooth he has captured your heart and you suddenly felt dizzy, nervous, and horny all at once. Dizzy won out, though, and you lost your balance and toppled to the grass below. Mingi jumped off the ledge and cradled your body as you rubbed the knot forming on your forehead. His look of immense concern was magnified by the moonlight glowing in his eyes. You saw Mingi differently from then on out. What you didn’t know was that he saw you differently from that night as well.

Back at the pregame, you were watching Mingi devour a bowl of chips and dip, and quickly averted your eyes when his head turned your direction. You pulled out your phone to make it look like you weren’t just boring holes into his head and- oh shit. 7:30pm already.

“Holy shit EVERYONE! We gotta get dressed right now! It’s already 7:30pm and doors close at 9!” You scream as you close out of your music app and, thus, abruptly stop the music playing over the speakers. Everyone begins hustling and bustling towards bedrooms and bathrooms to prepare to look their best. As the only girl, you got the privilege of having a private bedroom and bathroom, so you headed there to get ready. You decided on a form fitting, short black dress, black tights, and black red-bottom heels. Your hair and makeup was at its sexiest and your jewelry was classy. You decided on a bold red lip at the last second. As you came out of your room, you bumped directly into a large, broad body.

“Oops! I’m sorry!” you started. Large hands grabbed your shoulders to steady your body, and you heard “Hey it’s ok!” from Mingi. Mingi looked gorgeous. You were clearly awe-struck by the way your mouth hung open like you were trying to catch flies. Mingi slowly let his hands slide down from your shoulders until they dropped off your body.

“You look amazing,” Mingi practically whispered, breathless due to your beauty. You began to respond but were cut off by Hongjoong.

“Come on, lovebirds, you can eye-fuck each other later. We gotta go!” Hongjoong lightly shoved Mingi as he walked by towards the exit of the house. You knew your cheeks were burning, so you didn’t even bother a look back at Mingi. Grabbing your purse that had fallen to the floor when you slammed into Mingi, you quickly headed for the door.

“Shit, wait, my phone. I can’t find my phone.” Mingi patted his pockets and spun in a slow circle in the search for his device. You sighed and pulled out your phone, ready to do your duty.

“I’ll call it. Go listen.” You tilted your head at Mingi in faux annoyance as everyone else filed out of the house. The two of you began to walk throughout the house to listen for the light vibration of a cell phone forgotten. Mingi ran to his room and began putting his ear to every pillow and blanket. You, on the other hand, knew Mingi liked to get ready with Yunho, so you headed to Yunho’s room. Perched at the edge of Yunho’s desk was Mingi’s laptop, and, sitting right on the keyboard was his phone.

“Call it again!” Mingi’s voice was barely audible. He must be under the bed. You were about to call out that you found it when Mingi’s laptop screen came to life. “Of course, he doesn’t have a password.” you thought to yourself as you tried to decipher what it was you were seeing.

BDSMtest.org was the URL. In white lettering you saw, “Mingi, your BDSM percentage is below.” Next was a heat map of kinks. At the top of the list in bright green: Submissive. Then Degradee, followed by Voyeur and Rope Bunny. In chartreuse: Switch. Eyes wide and heart thumping, your hands moved before your brain could stop you. You clicked on each to read the definitions. You already knew, but you had to be sure.

Submissive: Submissives like to follow. They like to give control away to their partners.

Degradee: Degradees like to be degraded and humiliated by their partner.

Voyeur: Voyeurs enjoy watching others have sex consensually.

Rope Bunny: Rope Bunnies like to be tied up and restrained using ropes, cuffs, or other.

Switch: Switches like to be dominant and submissive.

“Hey did you find it? I don’t hear anything in my-” Mingi had walked over to you and saw everything you were reading. You attempted to slam the laptop shut, but Mingi saw it all. His eyes went wide, his cheeks burned red, and he stammered out an attempt at an explanation. Before he could get too deep into “it was a joke” and “I’m not a sex creep”, you shoved his phone into his hands and ran out of the room with your head down.

The ride to the party was, luckily, split between two cars, so you opted for the car without Mingi. You wanted to forget everything you just saw. Sadly, Hongjoong had other ideas.

“So!” Hongjoong started as he plopped down next to you. “You and Mingi, huh? What’s up with that?” He asked with a smug smile on his face.

An incredulous look spread across your face and your eyebrows scrunched in disbelief, “Huh!? Nothing is up with that.” You responded, shaking your head.

“Oh come on. I see how you look at him and how he looks at you.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes and playfully slapped your arm.

You perked up at the mention of Mingi liking you back and Hongjoong noticed.

“Oh so something’s about to happen with you two? I see. I’ll wait.” Hongjoong leaned back into his seat and crossed his arms with an air of success.

Mingi liked you too. Staring out the window at the city lights, you let your imagination run wild. You’d taken that BDSM quiz before, just for fun. It said you were a dom/switch. Mingi was your perfect BDSM match. Should you go for it?

The champagne SM sprung for was top, top, TOP shelf. Hell, they may have flown to France specifically to make their own. You couldn’t truly appreciate it, though, with how nervous you were. The newfound wisdom Hongjoong had dropped in your lap swirled in your head. Mingi. Likes. You.

You grabbed another flute of champagne.

With the size of the party it was easy to avoid speaking or dancing with Mingi directly, but you still caught his eye continuously throughout the party. You would both turn away quickly when you made eye contact. After enough champagne, though, you released every inhibition you’ve ever had and slipped through the crowd towards Mingi.

“Dance with me!” You stood on your tiptoes to whisper-yell into Mingi’s ear over the music. Before he could protest, you whisked him away to the dance floor. You started off goofy, holding his hands and jumping around. Mingi slowly got into it and began dancing with you. Soon you got closer- pulling his body flush with yours and wrapping your hands around his neck. Mingi placed his hands gingerly on your waist, getting more comfortable. Music swelled and the world around you disappeared as you danced. Mingi looked absolutely enamored with you. Both of you were breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes, and you silently begged Mingi to ask you that four word question.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingi had barely gotten the sentence out before you crashed into his lips. He tasted like the nectar of the gods and his lips were soft and plush. The kiss was only sensual for a few seconds and, thanks to the alcohol giving you a confidence boost, you deepened the kiss by slowly pushing your tongue into Mingi’s mouth. He reciprocated eagerly. You continued to kiss until a recent memory flashed across your mind- the BDSM website. Pulling back slightly, you whispered into Mingi’s ear, “You gonna be a good boy for me tonight?”

Mingi blinked, mouth hung open.

“Answer me, baby boy.” Grabbing onto Mingi’s tie and pulling it lightly, you prodded him in your most sultry voice.

“Y-yes.” Mingi responded, still slightly confused as to what was happening. With the way his dick was twitching against your thigh, though, you knew his body was certain in its desire.

“Yes what?” your tone biting and serious.

“Yes ma’am. I”ll be a good boy” Mingi fell directly into place.

“Good.” You smiled, letting Mingi’s tie fall softly against his chest before you spun on your heels and walked away- hips swaying seductively.

Yunho, Hongjoong, Mingi, and Yeosang were not in the mood for an after party, so you went in the car with the four of them. The other 4 boys headed off to God-knows-where to get even drunker than they were now. Squashed happily between Mingi and Yunho in the back of the car, you couldn’t help but stroke the back of Mingi’s neck. You nibbled lightly on his ear and kissed his neck. You could feel the low rumble of the moans Mingi was holding back. An idea popped in your head and you grabbed Mingi’s crisp, white collar and planted a kiss on it- temporarily marking Mingi as yours. You pulled back, momentarily admired your ruby-red work, then decided to face front again, noticing Yunho shifting in his seat next to you.

“Oh do you need more room?” You asked Yunho, unaware of how you and Mingi’s silent, subtle actions were falling on Yunho’s acute ears.

“No, no, I’m fine.” Yunho attempted to close his legs, but he was already sporting a slight bulge. You kept that information in the back of your mind, but turned your attention back to Mingi. You began stroking up and down his thigh slowly, lightly. To really let Mingi know how the night was about to go, you struck up a convo with Yunho about the party while stroking his thigh. You were astutely aware of Mingi’s heavy breathing, and how his breath hitched when you ghosted your fingers across his bulge, but you pretended to ignore him.

By the time the car had arrived back at the dorm, Mingi was practically bucking his hips into your hand, desperate for pleasure. Pleasure you were not going to give him tonight.

In the dorm, the boys headed for the kitchen for more drinks and snacks, and you headed to your room. When you reached your room, you looked back, a bit disappointed to not see Mingi acting as your shadow personified.

“Mingi.” You called for him in your most commanding, yet disappointed voice. He turned your way and raised his eyebrows in hope.

“Come help me.” You stated matter-of-factly before disappearing into your room. Your plan was in motion.

“Shut the door behind you,” you feigned disinterest as Mingi came up to you. You were lounging horizontally in a comfy armchair, both legs hooked over the arm, pretending to check over your nails.

“What did you need help w-”

“Kneel”. You cut Mingi off before he could finish, pointing to a fuzzy blanket you had folded on the ground. Mingi moved so quickly you thought he’d trip. He placed his hands on his thighs and sat back on his heels. You swung your legs around and pointed your right foot at Mingi. He stared at your shoes, then back up at you. You could tell he was excited, but nervous to make the wrong move. You scrunched up your face in disgust and lightly flicked your foot towards him, your heel slipping off your foot. “Off!” You raised your voice just enough for Mingi to realize what was going on. He grabbed your heel off your right foot, then your left. He began to place them on the ground, but stopped and looked up at you. You nodded, and he placed the shoes in front of him. You stood and turned so your back was facing his. You then knelt so he could reach the zipper at the nape of your neck. Mingi’s hands brushed lightly against your skin and you stifled a shiver and a moan. This had just begun and you weren’t going to give up even a sliver of control. When you felt the zipper nearing its end, you stood. “Fold it, and don’t let it touch the ground.” You commanded without looking. After a moment of stillness, you realized Mingi didn’t know what to do next. Still with your back to him you took your thumb and snapped the band of your tights in the most impatient manner you could, and topped off your theatrics with your hands on your hips and a sigh.

Mingi placed his hands on your waist and rolled your tights down to your ankles. Big mistake, you thought you’ll have to unroll them to fold them. “Fold it, and don’t let it touch the ground,” you repeated as you headed to your bathroom, not even sparing Mingi a glance. If you had looked, you would have seen the corners of his mouth turn up slightly at your matching bra and panty set.

You turned on the water and began your nightly skin care routine. After removing your makeup, you peeked your head out of the door to see how Mingi was faring. He was facing away from you, stone still, with both your dress and tights folded over his left arm. His right hand was still on his thigh. He hadn’t moved, but the tent in his pants and how heavily he was breathing told you you were on the right track. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face and you were so glad MIngi couldn’t see you.

“Put my clothes away.” You yelled from the bathroom after completing your routine. It was time for the grand finale. As you were grabbing the final components of your plan, you noticed Mingi hadn’t moved, but you could hear him starting and stopping his words. You groaned loudly, still combing through your bathroom drawers, “What is it, Mingi” you spat out.

“P-please tell me where you would like your clothes, m-ma’am.” Mingi’s voice was shaking. You stopped and headed to peek out of the door again.

“Red if you’d like to stop, yellow if-” you started but Mingi cut you off.

“Green”. His voice didn’t shake then. Of course he already knew the color system.

You went back into the bathroom. “Shoes in the closet, hang the dress, tights in the drawer. And you better be back in your spot when I come out.” You made your voice as lazy as possible with a side of annoyance, but you waited until you heard him shuffle back to his post before coming out. You sat back down in your armchair.

The vibrator in your hand was enormous. Mingi’s breathing became uneven as he watched you come into view with it. You placed your left leg on Mingi’s shoulder, and your right leg hooked over the arm of the chair again. You slowly rubbed your panties with the Wand as you scrolled through an x-rated website to find the perfect video to make Mingi squirm. The pornography blasting from your phone mixed with your sensuous moans in Mingi’s ears and he swallowed hard. You turned the vibrator on and Mingi moaned deeply. Your eyes snapped towards him and Mingi got the message immediately- keep it quiet. He did his best to time his whimpers with your deep moans from that moment forward. When you threw the phone to the floor and began grinding on your vibrator along with massaging your nipples through your bra, Mingi screwed his eyes shut.

“Eyes open,” you attempted to sound stern, but you were too far gone. Your orgasm was approaching and you were about to put the cherry on top of this performance.

“Oh Mingi yes,” you were breathless, but determined. ‘Mingi, make me cum baby.” An earth-shattering, toe curling orgasm exploded through your body, and you ignored Mingi’s deep moans that twinned yours. You took a few deep breaths to ride out your orgasm before hopping up. The sweat was dripping down Mingi’s face, his knuckles were white from gripping fistfulls of his pants, and his dick was harder than ever. “You were a good boy today,” you started and watched as Mingi’s dick twitched from praise. “Don’t touch yourself, and be good again tomorrow.”

While you headed to the bathroom again, you slipped off your panties and threw them to Mingi.

“Dismissed.”

Saturday mornings were the best for brunch with the girls. Saturday afternoons were best for shopping with the girls. And Saturday evenings were- pretty much Saturdays are for the girls, and for getting the hell out of dodge after the night you had with Mingi. You were so sure you were confident enough to be a dominatrix, but once the hormones wore off, you were a little embarrassed to face Mingi outside of the bedroom. Had he told the others about your encounter? Was the dynamic of your friendship going to be the same? Did he expect you to dominate him outside the bedroom as well? You kept your mind from teetering into this rabbit hole by spending time with your friends, but a text from Mingi threatened to make you topple.

Mingi: You gonna be home later? (6:01pm)

Mingi: You live here so of course youre gonna be here lol (6:01pm)

You unlocked your phone to respond and saw a gray bubble. Mingi was typing. A solid 30 seconds passed and Mingi was still typing. He was probably typing, deleting, typing, deleting, trying to come up with what to say. You were definitely down to play again and mustered up your dominant spirit again.

Me: Be in my room at 9:15pm. You know what happens if you’re late. (6:03pm)

You locked your phone and turned your attention to your friends.

At 9:13pm, you arrived back at your house. Three glasses of wine and a full dinner had your inhibitions dampened and you were ready to watch Mingi squirm. Mingi was nowhere to be seen, and you smiled to yourself as you realized he must already be in your room. You grabbed a glass of water and debated whether to scold him for arriving early, but decided against it. You waited until 9:19pm to walk into your room. Mingi was facing your armchair, kneeling on the blanket he must have folded and placed himself. You had kicked your shoes off at the front door, so you presented the zipper to your skirt to Mingi first. He unzipped your skirt, folded it, and laid it over his arm. You took off your shirt and tossed it on Mingi. He caught it happily and gave it the same fate as your skirt. Another matching bra and panty set had Mingi tucking his lips in to keep from smiling, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him. You catch all of the little facial expressions he thinks he’s hiding well, and all it does is turn you on. You went to the bathroom to do your nightly routine again, peeking out occasionally to ensure Mingi was stone still.

“Put my clothes away.” you commanded lackadaisically. Mingi moved immediately to put your clothes away, then planted himself back in his spot. You brought the vibrator back out, turned on the porn, and went to work. Mingi was breathing heavily, never looking away from the gift in front of him, but you noticed something. He was grabbing two fistfulls of his pants and moving them up and down. He was trying to secretly get himself off. Did he think you were stupid? Or maybe to engrossed in your own ministrations to notice? As mad as that made the dominant side of you, the regular side of you was turned on even more to see such a gorgeous man falling apart while watching you. You orgasm hit you with a bang, but you denied Mingi the chance to hear his name tumble from your lips in ecstasy. Your panties were drenched and you took them off again, dangling them off your pointer finger.

“You were bad tonight.” you stated matter-of-factly without throwing Mingi even a sideways glance.

Mingi said nothing, but you knew he had that look on his face: wide, round puppy dog eyes, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, lower lip trembling.

“What did you do wrong, Mingi?” You quickly swung your legs around from the arm of the chair and stood up, startling Mingi with your speed.

“I- I- I don’t know ma’am I’m so sorry!” Mingi stuttered and spattered in confusion.

“Look at your hands. Look what you’re doing. Do you think I’m stupid? That I wouldn’t notice?” Your voice raised with each sentence.

“No! I’m so sorry ma’am. I’ll be better I promise. I just get so overwhelmed when you’re infront of me I have to touch mys-” the explanation fell out of Mingi’s mouth but you interrupted him.

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear excuses. I’m very disappointed.” you balled up your panties and tossed them in the hamper.

“Dismissed.” You watched as Mingi’s head hung low as he sulked out of the room. You almost felt bad for smiling.

The next two nights, Mingi faced the wall while you played with yourself. He had his hands behind his back and you could clearly hear him whimpering every time you moaned. You cranked up the dirty talk for him, though- not sure whether it was your dominant side punishing him, or your kind side wanting him to still derive pleasure out of the experience. After two days of punishment, you allowed him to face front again. You also did the unthinkable. Upon finishing your nightly routine, you removed your panties and bra, and threw them to Mingi before you masturbated. His eyes went wide and he could barely stop himself from turning to see your naked body in all of its glory, but he held strong and kept facing straight ahead. You sat in the chair with your legs together and ankles crossed.

“Mingi,” you began sweetly. “I need your help.”

“Yes ma’am, anything you need.” Mingi responded, eagerly nodding his head.

You reached out, grabbed his hand, and placed it on your nipple. Mingi instinctively began lightly squeezing and rolling it around in his hand. His eyelids were low and his dick was hard. You’d given him such a small part of you but he was over the moon. You let him continue to play with you for a while, then knocked his hand off of you. He immediately placed it back on his thigh. Spreading your legs wide, you began toying with your clit. You didn’t bring the vibrator tonight, just a nice purple dildo. You were staring deep into Mingi’s eyes, daring him to break eye contact for the magnificent view of your glistening pussy just an arms length away from him. You eventually spared him by letting your head fall back against the chair and shutting your eyes. You moaned deeply while you rubbed your clit in smooth circles with one hand, and pushed the dildo deep into your throat with the other. You heard Mingi whisper, “fuck”, but you let it pass. You kept sucking your dildo as loud and messy as possible-putting on a full show for Mingi. The feeling of your hand was not enough to push you over the edge, especially since you’d been using a powerful vibrator for almost a week straight, so you took the dildo out of your mouth with a pop. Looking down at Mingi again, you could see him licking his lips and breathing heavily while staring at your pussy. You took this moment to push the dildo inside of you. You both moaned deeply. Control and composure were gone. You sped up both hands, chasing your high, not caring if your dominatrix persona was faltering. You didn’t care that you were moaning Mingi’s name over and over. You didn’t even care that you could clearly hear Mingi working you through your orgasm.

“That’s right baby keep going. Do I make you feel good? That feel good?” Mingi mumbled under his breath- a pro at keeping his hands off his cock at this point, but still unable to stop his hips from bucking occasionally. You came ceremoniously. The pressure inside you had built up enough to cause you to squirt directly onto Mingi’s face. You were panting, attempting to catch your breath and come down from a powerful orgasm. He was frozen, afraid that any movement would have him pounce on you.

“Oh my gosh baby.” You breathed at Mingi. You squatted down, wrapped your arms around him, and planted a huge kiss on his lips. “Dismissed baby. Dis-fucking-missed.” you were in a daze and headed straight for the bath to clean up.

Mingi was desperate. It had been a week straight of getting painfully hard, watching the most beautiful woman in the world pleasure herself, then taking an ice cold shower while thinking of puppies and doctors visits and anything unsexy to keep from busting. He needed release. He was willing to beg. It didn’t help that awards season was upon the KPop world. Ateez’s new single was up for song of the year. The practices were going later than ever, and everyone was on edge.

You were unsatisfied. Well, you were satisfied clearly, but you were mad you hadn’t gotten to see what Mingi was packing in all of its glory. You hadn’t gotten to feel Mingi’s hands or lips on your body. It was definitely time to let Mingi work.

Me: How’s practice? (9:15pm)

Mingi: 😣(9:28pm)

I love Hongjoong but I hate him so much right now. (9:29pm)

We haven’t eaten. (9:29pm)

Me: Say no more. How much longer? (9:30pm)

Minigi: Probably an hour 😭(9:30pm)

Me: Mommy’s got you <3 (9:31pm)

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8 MAKES 1 TEAM CHAT:

Hongjoong: Everyone say thanks to (y/n) for ordering us food and having it delivered to the practice room! (9:50pm)

Yeosang: THANK YOUUUU! (9:52pm)

Yunho: Forreal, (y/n), you really came through! (9:52pm)

Mingi: How’d you know all of our favorite orders? (9:54pm)

Me: I know all. 😎(9:55pm)

You’d shifted the dynamic a little, bringing the dom/sub outside of the bedroom, but you hoped it would get Mingi in the mood for tonight.

You were right.

Mingi came home and sprinted towards the shower, pushing past his group mates. By this point, the entire dorm knew something fun was going on between you and Mingi behind those closed doors. What they didn’t know would spin their heads and send a rush of blood to their dicks- but you’d never give them that…would you? On the way to the shower, Mingi shot you a pleading look- silently asking for permission to join you tonight despite the fact that the two of you had met nightly for two weeks straight. You smirked, winked, and turned away, knowing Mingi would be knocking on your door sooner rather than later.

Exactly 13 minutes later you heard a timid knock at your door. You smiled and continued scrolling mindlessly through pinterest. You were thinking about trying a new hairstyle and wanted inspiration. Should you go with an up-do? Maybe a half up half down? Space buns would look nice on you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A little more confident than before, but a lot more eager than ever before, Mingi knocked. You could imagine him shifting his weight back and forth while waiting. He knew what was in store for him behind that closed door. Removing all of your clothing as slowly as possible, you made Mingi wait. While in the process of removing your pants, your phone lit up with a message.

Mingi: please (10:54pm)

You laughed audibly, a hearty cackle reverberating around your bedroom. You were still giggling to yourself when you sat down in your armchair and responded to Mingi.

Me: ok (10:55pm)

The door almost burst off its hinges with how quickly Mingi entered, but he gingerly closed the door behind him. He immediately headed to his blanket on the floor, but was startled by you speaking directly to him so early on in the night’s festivities.

“Have you been stressed lately, baby boy?” You cocked your head and asked. You were genuinely interested in his answer, but cranked up the sensuality for the sake of the dynamic.

“Yes ma’am. It’s awards season.” Mingi nodded, looking up at you with his big brown doe eyes.

“I can tell,” you empathized, “so I have another surprise for you, in the form of a question.”

Mingi’s tiny eyebrow lift and slight smile would have been imperceptible to a lesser woman, but you knew your baby boy well- he was ecstatic.

“Mingi, my love, would you like to taste me?” You stood as you asked and placed one hand on his head, stroking his hair lightly.

Mingi leaned into your touch and breathed an airy, but firm “Yes ma’am. More than anything.”

You sat back down in the chair and spread your legs.

“Bon appétit.” You embellished your gift by waving your hands like a model showing off a game show prize. Mingi didn’t hesitate to approach you and slide his hands up your thighs. You’d given him a green light and he was going to go as far down this road as you’d let him. He reached your clit and rubbed lightly while spreading your lips with his other fingers. Sighing in quasi-relief, Mingi leaned down and began his good work. He placed the flat of his tongue directly on your clit and wrapped his mouth around it to create a continuous suction. His head moved slowly left and right as if he was truly devouring a rare delicacy. You couldn’t hold back the moans despite trying to maintain your dominance. When he pushed his middle finger inside you with no hesitation, you gripped Mingi’s hair with both hands.

“Fuck, baby boy. That feels so good.” You praised him. Mingi moaned deep and reached up with his other hand to squeeze your nipple. You allowed it. Mingi added a second finger and worked until he found a spot and motion that made you grip his hair at the root and shudder his name in a moan. Once he found the combo of moves that made you feel like you were floating, he didn’t stop. Even if you’d told him to, he would have accepted the punishment. Every tug of his hair, every moan of his name, every slight buck of your pelvis deeper into his face sent the blood directly to his cock. You knew Mingi would be content with just pleasing you, but he was stressed, and you wanted to relieve it.

“Baby boy, let me make you feel good too.” You spoke through your brain fog. At this, Mingi stopped abruptly and stared into your eyes. He was begging this to not be a cruel joke, but you’d already begun moving onto the bed. Mingi followed like a puppy and was obedient when you laid him on his back and began to remove his clothes. When you wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock, Mingi muttered under his breath. When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked all the way to his base, Mingi yelled. You only got two good ‘up-downs’ in before Mingi stopped you. You knew you’d been edging him for half a month, so you allowed it.

“Can I please keep eating you out?” Mingi asked softly, cradling your face in his hand. You felt your cheeks get hot, so you quickly smiled and swung your legs over his body. You let Mingi position you to where he wouldn’t strain his neck, and let him lick softly across your soaking folds before diving back into your blowjob. The immense pleasure Mingi was bringing you was distracting you from your mission to make Mingi blow fast, but the deep moans the immense pleasure was bringing you was vibrating down Mingi’s entire body. Somehow, Mingi knew what his finisher would be to completely T.K.O.* you. (*Technical Knock Out). He took his pinky finger and pushed it into your asshole, only to the first knuckle. Your eyes went wide and you sat up, essentially sitting on Mingi’s face.

“Fuck, Mingi!” you screamed as you held onto his chest to steady yourself through your impending orgasm. Your thighs squeezed his head and you drenched Mingi’s face as your orgasm rocked through you. This was the most vocal you’d ever been, and you didn’t care that you were screaming incoherent praises to your sub- your dom energy was spent. Mingi rubbed your ass and thighs to help you down from the high he’d taken you to, and you could feel him grinning against your folds. You weren’t going to let him off that easily, you weren’t going to let him “win”. You were still his dom, and you still had one more trick up your sleeve. You were going to save the grand finale for another day, but you needed Mingi to know who his superior was. You spun back around, looked Mingi directly in his eyes as a warning, and then sunk down slowly on his stiff cock.

“Oh FUCK.” Mingi looked scared. He knew this was the end for him. You gave him no quarter, rising and falling, biting your lip, running your fingers through your hair, and slowly rolling your hips. You were pulling out all the stops you’d seen in porn to make Mingi bust.

“May I plea-” Mingi started, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Fuck no.” You interrupted low and quiet, as you sped up your bouncing. Your thighs burned and your body screamed to quit with the overstimulation, but your dominant side won out. Mingi’s cock was thick and long and it perfectly filled you to the brim. Every time your pelvises connected, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. It was like two puzzle pieces finally fit together. If you thought about it any longer, you were afraid you’d fall in love, so you focused.

Mingi gulped hard, “please ma’am. I can’t hold it.” He begged.

“No.'' You stated firmly, reaching up to lightly pinch Mingi’s nipples. This pushed him dangerously to the edge.

“I can’t ma’am please. I’m not g- please I c- fuck I- I,” Mingi was reduced to nothing but a blubbering mess, and you struck the fatal blow. You leaned down, pressing your body flush against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, and whispered in Mingi’s ear,

“Cum deep inside me baby boy.”

Mingi eyes rolled back in his head, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and he bucked into you hard. With a hearty groan, he throbbed and spurted deep inside you. You praised him and encouraged him, continuing to whisper sweet nothings into his ear as he filled you to the brim. After 15 glorious seconds, Mingi’s body went limp, arms falling to the side, and chest heaving. You pulled back and kissed his lips lightly.

“Good boy.”

Part 2 soon :)

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