far from the noise (smg x reader)
pairing: idol!mingi x femme!reader, established relationship
genre: smut, romance
word count: 5.7k
summary: you help mingi relax on his day off.
tags: handcuff use, needy!mingi (lots of begging and whimpering), reader doesn’t deny mingi anything, breast play, nipple sucking, grinding, oral (f!receiving), face-sitting, tongue-fucking, penetration, dirty talk, reader on top, multiple orgasms, masturbation, unprotected sex, cumming inside, creampie, lots of praise, pet names (baby, good boy), mingi doesn’t refer to reader with gendered terms (no “good girl” etc.), saying “i love you” during sex, lots of kissing, they’re pretty gone for each other so it gets very tendy and romantic actually!!
author’s note: i originally had an idea for subby!mingi with lots of orgasm denial and begging and teasing, but when i started writing, it went a whole different direction. this is basically all smut, don’t get me wrong, but it’s overall pretty soft and romantic because they’re in love :’)
please also let me know if i’ve missed anything egregious about handcuff use! though i’ve had experiences both tying up a partner and being tied up during sex, i’ve personally never played around with handcuffs. if it’s something that you’re familiar with and i got something wrong that prevents you from enjoying the story, please do reach out, i am happy to be corrected!
title is from “castle” by ateez, one of my favourite tracks of theirs :)
The handcuffs were your idea actually.
It came to you after weeks of watching the bone-deep exhaustion and the unrelenting schedules of comeback affect Mingi's sleep, his energy. You know he loved it, loved the way that the fans’ enthusiasm and the high of nailing a stage replenished him, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t longing for the relief of calmer days. It was still work, after all. Mingi still looked forward to time off from his job.
You approached him about it when you knew there was a day off coming up. Mingi was lounging on your couch while he waited for his manager’s car to pick him up for a brand meeting, typing away on his phone to give the team an eta for his arrival at rehearsal after. you never asked him to stop by during their busiest periods, but it still warmed your heart when he made a point of coming over, even for just an hour, between the demands of both solo and group schedules.
You held the gift box in your hands, grey and nondescript, and sat down next to him on the couch with your feet tucked under you. He looked up at the movement, at your presence, smiling softly as he put his phone aside. “Car should be here in 15 minutes,” he said, “I think we’re rehearsing ‘til late tonight, so I'll head back to the dorms with everyone, but maybe tomorrow…”
You shook your head, placing the box in your lap so you can take his hand in both of yours. “Don’t worry about it,” you reassured him, thumbs moving across his knuckles. “I love when you come over but don’t run yourself ragged trying to do it all right now.”
He sighed, “I know, but coming here is good for me too, just to get out of the frenzy for a little bit.” He dropped his gaze and nodded toward the box in your lap. “What’s this?”
You grinned and untangled your hands to give him the box, urging him to open it. “Something for us to try,” you said coyly. “for your day off next week.” You sat back as Mingi lifted the top off the box, revealing a pair of black velvet-lined handcuffs, sturdy and generously padded, resting in a mountain of delicate black tissue.
“Oh!” He stroked the luxurious lining, turning them over and taking in the details. He looked up at you, curious and intrigued, his eyes questioning. “Baby,” he breathed, “for you?”
You shook your head, smiling as you climbed into his lap and took the box, placing it next to you on the couch. “No, Mingi, for you.” You cupped his face, watching as he realized what you meant, an unmistakable light and excitement in his eyes. You laughed and kissed his cheeks, his nose, as his arms came up around you and you buried your face in his neck.
“Let me take care of you,” you murmured into his warm skin, feeling him sigh.
“I’d like that,” he whispered, pulling back to kiss you sweetly. You mmmm’ed against his lips and sank deeper against him, where you can already feel his cock stiffening. His breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, parting his lips to swipe his tongue against you as you felt his cock twitch. It took all of your self control to break the kiss, laughing a little at Mingi’s immediate frustrated whine as you pulled away.
“We don’t have time,” you said, shifting back a little in his lap to create more space between you as you rested your forehead against his.
“I know,” he groaned, “I just…love kissing you.” He punctuated this with another kiss, sweet and soft again. You rested your hands on the back of his neck, stroking his nape lightly with your fingers.
“Next week,” you promised, sitting up taller in his lap and cradling his head to rest against your shoulder. You felt Mingi kiss your neck as he sighed, tightening his arms around you.
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“How’s that?” you asked, checking that the cuffs felt secure but weren’t biting into his skin. “not hurting you in any way?” Mingi shook his head.
“They feel perfect,” he sighed, “the velvet’s nice.” His eyes fluttered closed as he let himself enjoy the full sensation of being handcuffed to your bed. You smiled and leaned back from where you were perched over him to admire the sight before you. At your direction, Mingi was dressed in only a black tank top and black briefs, his skin glowing from going to the sauna this morning (a treasured ritual on his days off). The tight-fitting underwear and tank only enhanced his muscular thighs and arms, which were flexed due to the position of his hands above him. Above his head, Mingi’s wrists were crossed, encased in black velvet and leather with buckles that connected to a sturdy chain looped around one of the decorative posts of your headboard. You had propped several pillows up behind his head and upper back for support, and to hopefully ease any strain on his arms and wrists.
Your breath caught a little as you took him in, gorgeous and pliant and completely at your mercy, his face open and trusting. The thick outline of his cock was already visible through his snug briefs, the flushed mushroom head nudging the top of the waistband. You bite back a moan; you’ve barely started and you already know that you’re soaking wet from the anticipation.
Mingi opened his eyes to see you staring, a slightly self-conscious smile playing at his plush lips. “What?” he asked, blush spreading high across his cheeks and the tops of his ears.
You smiled back and ran a reassuring palm up one of his thighs. “Just admiring,” you replied. you leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, careful not to press your body against his cock just yet. “I’m going to change, I'll be right back.”
He groaned, sinking back against the pillows. “Hurry back, I'm already so hard.”
“Mmm, I know, I won’t be long.” You slid off the bed and gave him one last longing look before you slipped out. In the bathroom, you changed out of your comfortable pajama shorts and one of Mingi’s soft t-shirts, into a strappy bralette with soft sheer coverings that were easy to nudge aside, and a matching pair of panties with straps that left behind marks and indents in your skin that you knew drove Mingi wild. Over the bralette, you threw on a cropped hoodie and only did the zipper halfway up, so that the swell of your breasts and the tops of the straps were visible. It was simple but sexy, just suggestive enough.
You went back to your room where Mingi was spread out and looking relaxed on the bed. His head immediately whipped toward the door when he heard you come in, and his mouth fell open.
“Oh fuck baby,” he groaned as you approached the bed. “You look so pretty, oh my god.”
“Do I?” you smiled, coming onto the bed to straddle his thighs. He strained against the handcuffs, causing the chain to rattle against the headboard.
“Fuck,” he laughed, a little breathlessly. “I already forgot I can’t touch you.” He relaxed a little and looked up at you with reverence, your own breath caught in your throat at the warmth in his gaze.
You shifted up his thighs and planted yourself right against his crotch, the slick of your core meeting the heat of his length between layers of thin material. You both gasped a little, but you regained your composure and leaned down toward him, ghosting your lips over his as he tried to chase your mouth for a kiss.
“You can’t touch me with your hands,” you murmured, “but you can show me what your mouth can do instead.”
Mingi nodded frantically, “Fuck, yes, let me show you how good I can be.” He tilted his head to mouth at your neck, your jaw. “Please baby, please.”
“Please what?” you teased, stroking his neck lightly and feeling him shiver. Mingi groaned, burying his face against the hollow of your throat, as if he couldn’t look you in the eye.
“Please let me suck your tits,” he pleaded, lips working against the column of your throat. You moaned and felt your pussy flood at his words. “Please, please,” Mingi murmured as he tried to kiss further down your neck, toward your collarbone.
You sat up and tilted his head back gently by his chin. Mingi already looks wrecked, cheeks flushed and eyes wide and pleading. You smiled down at him.
“Of course, my good boy,” you praised, watching him shiver pleasantly as you positioned your breasts and the zipper of your hoodie in front of his face. “Show me how good your mouth is.”
Mingi wasted no time taking the zipper between his teeth and working it down, with you helping by moving up a little to make the unzipping easier. He took one side of the hoodie between his teeth and pulled it aside impatiently as you helped with the other side, groaning at the full sight of your tits encased in the bralette. Your nipples were hard and visible through the sheer material, and Mingi felt his mouth water.
He immediately surged forward and sucked your right nipple into his mouth, eliciting a gasp from you as his tongue swirled against the delicate material. You could feel his warm mouth soaking through the lingerie and you moaned at his eagerness, his broad tongue licking and flicking your sensitive nipple. You clutched his head against you and stroked his hair.
“Yes, that’s so good,” you cooed, as you started to grind a little against his cock. “Oh god, so good with your mouth, aren’t you?”
“Mmmm,” Mingi moaned against your breast, cock twitching at your praise and the way that he could feel your pussy pulsing against him. He pulled back and nudged the now-soaked sheer covering aside with his nose, revealing your glistening nipple. He moaned again as he took your bare nipple back into his warm wet mouth, reveling in the way you were squirming and gasping against him.
“Mingi– fuck—” you gasped, reaching up to tug the flimsy material aside to free your other breast, your bare tits now framed perfectly by the straps and bunched material of the bralette. Mingi took the cue and moved off your right breast with a pop, his plush lips wrapping around your erect left nipple and sucking.
You groaned at how good it felt, your pussy slick and soaking through your thin underwear and his briefs, mixing with his precum. The combined wetness made the material feel threadbare, so that you could feel the hard heat of his cock, every ridge and vein. You spread your legs more to grind even closer, and you felt the ridges of his cockhead – now fully freed from his underwear – catch against your swollen clit perfectly. You almost sobbed at the sensation at the exact moment Mingi flicked his hot tongue against your left nipple before sucking on it again with perfect pressure. The way he was moaning as he mouthed at your tits sent waves of pleasurable sensation directly to your clit, and you rocked against his cock, instinctively chasing an orgasm that was already building.
“Mingi,” you gasped, arching your back to push your tits more into his face as he kissed across your chest, leaving a wet messy trail as he moved to lick at your right nipple again. “Oh that’s so good, so good–”
He moaned again as he sucked at you, his tongue alternating between rapidly flicking your tight sensitive nipple and swirling teasingly.
You reached down and pushed your underwear aside, groaning loudly as your bare pussy met the soaked material of mingi’s briefs and the hot heat of his cock. His mouth felt too good on your tits, the head of his cock hard and perfect and sliding so easily against your swollen clit. You felt him mmmmm against your tits and started grinding your hips faster, the delicious sensation of your clit slicking along the ridges of his cockhead bringing you closer and closer to orgasm.
You were so caught up in your own pleasure, the warmth of his talented mouth sucking your nipples, his soft hair beneath your fingers as you held his head against you, that you didn’t catch the slight furrow of his brows as you started to grind your pussy faster against him. You could feel him throb against you and you felt so close, so so close—
Mingi released your nipple from his mouth, panting. “Wait, stop,” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Please, ahh–” he blushed furiously and closed his eyes.
You stopped moving immediately, pushing yourself off him and cupping his face gently in your hands. “Mingi, what is it?” you asked, searching his face for discomfort. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” you moved your hands up to his cuffed wrists, checking for any tugging or rashes.
“No, no, I’m okay,” Mingi reassured you, eyes still squeezed shut. You continued to cup his face and stroke your thumbs across the blush on his cheeks, worried but giving him time to calm his breathing.
When Mingi finally opened his eyes, he looked at you a little shyly. “Sorry,” he said, "I just… you felt so good grinding on me and I was about to cum, I just–”
“Oh my god,” you hugged him to your chest, where he chuckled. “I thought I hurt you.”
“No no,” he nuzzled into you, kissing between your breasts. “Sorry, I just– it felt so good but I didn’t want to cum so fast.”
You laughed in relief, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. You continued to hold his head against you as you felt his breathing turn steady.
“Okay?” you asked, still stroking his hair.
He hummed contently. “m’okay,” he promised, kissing up your neck. “God, I can smell your pussy.”
You groaned. “You want to taste it?”
“Yes, yes,” he nodded eagerly. “Please, can I?”
“Anything you want,” you said, as you started to move the pillows behind him aside so that he could lie down comfortably. You meant it, you’d give him anything he asked, anything to see his eyes light up or his body relax.
Mingi looked up at you from where he was lying down, fully stretched out, so much desire and adoration in his eyes that it would make your knees buckle if you weren’t already kneeling on the bed. You were still hovering straddled over his middle, having moved off his cock when he asked to stop, and you reached out to run your thumb across his mouth tenderly, Mingi kissing the pad of your thumb as it ghosted across his bottom lip.
“Are you comfortable?” you asked, and he nodded, smiling.
“Will you–” he started, and then stopped himself, the tips of his ears pinkening again. You waited patiently, even though you knew what he wanted, thumb stroking along his jawline now. “Will you ride my face?”
You broke into a grin, “Of course, baby.” You loved when he asked for what he wanted. For all of his stage bravado, Mingi leaned more bashful in private, and you always rewarded him when he voiced what he wanted in bed. You knew from past conversations and experiences that something about being under you and between your soft thighs in this way made him feel grounded and secure, and your heart warmed that this is what he craved in the moment.
You shifted off of him briefly to remove your (completely soaked) underwear and the bralette. Mingi groaned at the indents in your skin, left behind by the intricate straps of your lingerie, and you heard the chains of the handcuffs clink against your headboard again as his biceps flexed and strained to try to touch you on instinct.
“God, did you wear those to torture me?” he laughed breathlessly. You grinned as you straddled his face, spreading your knees wide to accommodate the extra width from his arms.
“I sure did,” you said cheekily, reaching down to bury your fingers in his hair, the other hand bracing against the headboard. Mingi groaned at the sight of you spread over him, your folds glistening and flushed.
“Fuck, your pussy’s perfect,” he whispered, before he leaned up and licked a long, slow stripe up your slit to your swollen clit, making you gasp and sink deeper against his mouth. “Always so wet for me,” he murmured against your warm folds, “Taste so good.”
He started to lick at you in earnest, tongue gliding against you in a slow, methodical pattern to build up your pleasure. You whimpered and moaned above him, tightening your grip in his hair and grinding your pussy in little circles against his mouth.
“Mingi,” you gasped, as he pressed his tongue inside you in short, shallow thrusts, “Fuck that’s so good, your mouth is so good, so perfect, god…”
He moaned at your praise and closed his eyes, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach as he continued to alternate between long, slow licks and little thrusts with his tongue. Normally he’d be gripping your hips, your ass, but with his wrists bound in the handcuffs, he gave himself fully over to the feeling of being encased by your soft thighs and your warm, slick pussy, noticing the ways that your thighs trembled when he licked up near your clit and how your pussy clenched when he thrust his tongue inside. With his eyes closed, your whimpers and gasps sounded heightened, and he let himself get lost in your pleasure.
Mingi felt a particularly strong tremble in your thighs and he opened his eyes to look up at you, groaning at the sight above him. You had leaned back a little and brought one hand from the headboard to palm your breasts, moving your fingers to pinch and roll your left nipple. Your right hand was still tangled in his hair and you were starting to grind against his tongue a little faster. Mingi loved watching you touch yourself, and he knew you wanted to cum, after being so close when you were grinding against his cock.
He moved his tongue up to flick rapidly against the side of your clit that he knew was more sensitive, hearing you gasp at the sudden change of pace. Mingi wanted you to flood his mouth, to cum on his tongue and tighten your thighs around him from the force of your orgasm. He sucked your swollen, sensitive clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against you as his lips formed the perfect suction, moaning as you thrust a bit uncontrollably above him.
“Oh fuck Mingi, oh fuck,” you gasped, your words turning incoherent rapidly. “That’s so– you’re so good– oh fuck, my good boy… good fucking boy– god, your mouth—”
Mingi sucked harder before moving his tongue to massage your throbbing clit, the taste and smell of your arousal surrounding him in a way that made him feel drunk and floaty. He felt you grip his hair almost painfully but he loved it, loved how you were riding his tongue as you kept playing with your tits with your other hand. He groaned encouragingly as you sank deeper against his mouth.
“I’m– fuck– I’m gonna— Mingi—” Your mouth fell open in a soundless moan as your hips locked, your orgasm spreading from your core to your entire body in intense, pleasant tingles. Mingi laughed breathlessly against your warm, flushed pussy, his mouth going soft and licking you slowly through the trembles as you came down and your breathing calmed. He moved his mouth off your pussy and kissed your inner thighs, which were shiny with your slick. You slowly loosened your grip on his hair and slid down his body to lie on top of him, feeling loose and boneless as you lay on his chest right near his heart, trying to slow your own rapid heartbeat.
“Mmm, that was amazing,” he murmured. “Thank you baby.”
You laughed against his chest. “I should be thanking you,” you said. “God, Mingi, you’re incredible.”
“I loved it,” he replied, wishing now that he could hold you. He loved when you were warm and pliant in his arms after you came. “You taste so good, you’re so soft and you make me feel so safe.”
Your heart clenched at his words, this moment of tenderness. You propped yourself up on your forearms to kiss him, humming at the taste of yourself all over his mouth, on his tongue.
“How do your arms feel?” you asked, reaching up to stroke his triceps.
“They’re okay,” he reassured you, leaning up for another kiss. “I think I’d like to hold you now though. I miss touching you.”
You smiled and sat up, “Let’s get them off then.” You undid the buckles quickly but gently, leaving the handcuffs hanging off your headboard as you took both of Mingi’s wrists in your hands. You held them gently as you moved to sit with your knees tucked beneath you next to Mingi. He started to sit up but you shook your head, urging him to stay relaxed and lying down. You kissed both his wrists, noting that there was a little bit of redness where the edge of the cuffs rested against his skin. You’d make sure to check on those later to make sure they faded. You rested his left arm across his chest and massaged firm, deep circles down his right bicep and forearm, wanting to soothe any tension that was there from being braced in one position for so long. Mingi closed his eyes, practically purring at your gentle attention. You smiled and did the same for his other arm, before coming to lie on top of him, his arms coming up to circle you, one hand resting against your lower back and the other cupping the back of your head.
“Hi baby,” he said softly, bringing your head closer to kiss you. You felt his tongue against yours as his other hand moved from your lower back down to trace the indents left behind by your lingerie straps, making you shiver. He groaned as his hands moved lower still to knead and part your cheeks, urging you to spread your legs more as you felt his cock – still hard and leaking at the head – press against your belly. “Can I please be inside you now?” he murmured against your lips.
“Yes, fuck yes,” you groaned. You shifted to pull off his tank top, feeling his warm skin against you finally. You and Mingi both moved to pull off his underwear, half-soaked from your earlier grinding.
He let out a low whimper as you straddled him again after shedding his clothes. You were grinding against his cock again, but this time, you reached down to nudge the tip inside you, feeling the flare of his cockhead stretch your opening, still tender and sensitive from your intense orgasm. Even though you were slick and relaxed, Mingi’s size always took you a second to adjust, the delicious stretch of him always made you wetter as your body remembered how good it feels when he fucks you.
Mingi gasped a little at the first slip inside you, even though it was just the head. “Baby,” he breathed, “s-slow please, it feels too good.”
“Of course, of course,” you promised, leaning down to pepper his face with soothing kisses. “You’ve been so good, so perfect. I’ll go as slow as you want.” You sat back up and locked eyes with him, his hands coming up, one resting on your hip and the other on your thigh. You guided him inside you but let him control the pace, his hand pressing down on your hip. Mingi went slow, you could see the control on his beautiful face, as if it was taking all his willpower not to thrust up fully into you and cum right then. Your mouth fell open at the slow and delicious way he filled you, his breathless gasp like music once he was fully inside and you could feel how the tip of his cock rubbed against your most sensitive spot.
“God you feel like heaven,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut briefly before opening again to gaze at you with such reverence. “Your pussy is perfect, baby, so warm and tight.”
You felt him twitch inside you and you shuddered, already feeling another orgasm building at the way he was buried so deep. “Mingi,” you whispered, “Please… I need you to fuck me.”
He nodded eagerly, thrusting his hips up, his hands still gripping you as he moved you with him. “I need it too,” he groaned, “Always need you… Always want to fill you up.”
You felt your entire body warm and tingle at his words, at the way he pumped his cock in and out of you, your arousal coating him and making each thrust easier and slicker and louder. You tilted your body forward a little, bracing one hand on his broad shoulder and the other on his chest, both his hands gripping your hips and moving you rhythmically. You gasped as the slight change angled his cock perfectly against where you felt the most sensation.
“Mingi,” you cried, keeping your eyes locked on him. “God, it’s perfect, your cock… so big and thick and hard–”
Your words made his rhythm falter and his eyes squeeze shut, and you watched him bite his lip, then open his eyes again to look at you.
“B-baby,” he stuttered, like it was taking all his effort to form coherent words. “Touch yourself, please, touch yourself.” He gripped your hips tighter and rolled you against him faster. “Please… want to feel you cum around my cock.”
You nodded and wasted no time moving your right hand down to where you two were connected, gathering slick from around where he pumped in and out of your clenching hole. He groaned at the feel of your fingers sliding around the base of his cock. You felt how your pussy stretched around him and it made you gush even more, making the slide of your fingers back to your clit easy and wet.
“Oh fuck,” you cried as you rubbed tight, rapid circles around your swollen clit, as Mingi continued to move your hips up and down his cock.
Mingi’s eyes were glassy, his face flushed as he took you in, your tits bouncing with the rhythm of his cock pumping into you and your nipples still hard and glistening from his mouth earlier, your lips parted and your cheeks and chest flushed prettily, your arm flexing as you stroked and rubbed your clit at his request.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed. “So beautiful, baby. Want to feel you cum, please, need that warm pussy clenching around me.”
You felt your whole body shiver at his words, feeling the heat and tension build from your core as you rubbed yourself faster, slick coating your fingers, his cock. You were so close, so close, you just needed a little…
Suddenly you felt Mingi’s thigh come up behind you, his knee bending so his thigh could support your back, his foot flat against the mattress and giving him more leverage. He moved one of his hands off your hip and braced it against the bed to sit up, his other hand moving around your back to hold you closer. You gasped as the angle changed, deepened, instinctively throwing one arm around his shoulders as he sat up and continued to thrust up into you, your other hand still trapped between your bodies to work at your clit. This position made you feel so close to him, his cock hitting you even deeper inside. You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes as the pleasure continued to build and build.
“Mingi…” you looked down at him, at how his eyes yearned for you even as your bodies were connected and moving together. You felt his cock throb, the movements smaller now because of how close you were but pumping deep inside. You rubbed your middle finger rapidly over the most sensitive side of your clit, feeling warmth and tingling rapidly start to spread over you.
Mingi ducked his head and kissed down the side of your neck, before he angled his neck and sucked your left nipple into his mouth, right as he thrust up into you as deep as possible. The combined sensations of his warm mouth, his thick cock, your finger rubbing at your clit all pushed you over the edge, and you cried out as your second orgasm exploded, stilling your hand and your hips and holding Mingi close against your chest as it washed over you in waves. Mingi groaned as he continued to suck your nipple, feeling your pussy clench in pulses as you rode out the intense pleasure. You brought your other hand up to clutch at his hair, not caring that your fingers were coated in your arousal, needing him as close as possible as your core continued to pulsate with the aftershocks.
You stayed like this for a few moments before Mingi whimpered against you, kissing up from your breast and bringing your foreheads together, his body trembling with the sheer willpower it took to hold still and not thrust up, wanting you to feel everything fully. “Baby,” he whispered, “I’m— I’m so close, you feel so good,” he mouthed at your jawline, turning messy and desperate. “Can I– I’m sorry, can I please—”
“Yes,” you nodded against him, holding his face into the crook of your neck, his lips soft and warm against you. “Yes, fuck into me, Mingi. cum inside me, fill me up.”
You felt him sob with relief, both his hands back on your hips as his thigh flexed against your back and he thrust his hips up. You tried to bounce a little to help him but you felt spent, so you kissed the side of his head and clenched your pussy around him as you whispered how good he feels, how perfectly his cock fit inside you, how you love it when he fills your pussy with his cum.
Mingi moaned sweetly against your neck as he finally spilled inside you, and you held him, stroking his hair as you felt his cock pulsing with his release. When you felt his body start to relax, you guided him gently backwards to lie down on the bed, leaning forward so you lay on top of him chest to chest.
You smiled and kissed him, and he laughed against your lips.
“Holy fuck,” he said, as you shifted a little to rest your head on his chest, your bodies still connected, not quite ready for him to slip out yet. “That was fucking amazing.”
“You were so good,” you kissed across his chest, your hand coming up to rest next to your head, against his heart. “So so good to me, so perfect.”
Mingi laughed again, a little breathless and almost in disbelief. “You’re perfect,” he said softly. “god, I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” you murmured against his chest. At that moment, you felt his still-hard cock twitch inside you, making you gasp and laugh a little at the unexpected sensation.
“Again?” you asked, propping yourself up to meet his eyes.
He was blushing, turning to try to hide his face in the pillow. “I can’t always control it!”
“Your dick is horny for love,” you teased. “That’s so sweet. That’s so you, Mingi.”
He laughed as you gently tilted his face forward again before you leaned down to kiss him, soft and giggly at first, and then deep and dirty as his hips started to move. You made him cum again in this position, your breasts pressed against his chest and your lips locked in a kiss, his hands guiding you up and down his cock. It didn’t take long, his second orgasm not as intense as the first, but he still spilled hot inside you, and you shivered when you slowly pulled off him and felt his cum leaking out.
You went to the bathroom first to clean up quickly, then came back with a warm washcloth to wipe up the mix of yours and Mingi’s release from his stomach, his abs flexing with every swipe as he felt sensitive all over. You coaxed him up with kisses and promises of letting him soap up your tits in the shower, where he then caged you against the tiles and rubbed your clit while he whispered everything he wanted to do to you next time you got to try the handcuffs, warm water cascading down over the two of you as you came with a cry on his fingers.
After you finished showering for real and dried off and changed into clean, comfortable clothes, you pulled out the dakgalbi you had made the night before from the fridge, setting it to reheat on the stove as Mingi sat at your kitchen island with his chin in his hands, watching you move around with a smile on his face.
You looked over in between flipping on the warming mode on the rice cooker and pulling out bowls and utensils, taking in the sight of him in your home; barefaced and hair laying flat and unstyled, glasses on, a gentle smile and soft eyes that never left you, and your heart fluttered. Mingi has never been more beautiful and more warm than he is now, relaxed and happy and loved, enjoying a quiet moment. You would move mountains to have him feel like this as much as you possibly can.
You set down a trivet on the kitchen island and moved the bubbling pan of dakgalbi onto it, along with two bowls of warm rice. You’re about to sit down next to Mingi when he pivoted his body and pulled you into his lap instead, your arms coming up to naturally rest around his shoulders.
He kissed you, soft and long and slow, pouring love and gratitude into every movement of his lips. You answered back, warmth and affection in every swipe of your tongue, every gentle nip of his lower lip. The two of you stayed like this, forgetting any pressures and expectations outside your apartment kitchen for just this moment.
