Being Mingi’s plaything, and when he gets really horny he gets intense. When he wants anal, he tapes your pussy because why do you need it? He’s just gonna be fucking your ass, you can cum from that, right?
hey friend this kinda destroyed my life for the past few days so here’s a drabble ish
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w. meannnn mingi idk he’s kinda just crazy horny, bondage tape on ur pussy, butt plug, dirty talk
You love and hate Mingi like this.
On one hand, nothing turns you on more than seeing your big brute of a boyfriend so desperate. You know he’s back home from the slamming of the front door, but he doesn’t even bother to say anything in greeting, simply throwing his bags on the hallway floor and beelining through to the bedroom.
He sees you before you see him, and you always love how eager he is, thick cock already straining at his sweatpants, his hands palming at the bulge. You wonder if he was this hard in the car on the way home from the airport. His eyebrows furrow in expectation as he crosses the room to where you lay on the bed on your phone. His eyes are round and pleading as he reaches you, and completely betrays how pathetic he looks, using all of his strength to flip you onto your tummy.
You squeal, discarding your phone to the side - your doomscrolling has been forcibly ended. “Mingi-!”
On the other hand, Mingi’s a little mean when he gets like this. Not uncaring, per se, but your body is his to play with and he’s been on tour for weeks, so he has to take out every single emotion on it at once as soon as he gets home. He has certain cravings too, sometimes not for your pussy but for your other hole, and his palms are already moving to your ass.
“Don’t start with me,” he mumbles, fingers hooking into your sleep shorts and pulling down. You hear his sharp intake of breath at the sight of your asscheeks in your panties, and he jiggles the flesh in two wide, warm palms. “Did you do it? Is it in?”
You scoff, wiggling your hips. “Why don’t you have a look, big boy?”
His hand smarts your flesh for your cheek, and you quiver, cowering back down to the mattress. He does as you say, though, fists curling in the fabric of your underwear and pulling them down eagerly over the slope of your ass, leaving the fabric just underneath your asscheeks. He sucks his teeth again when he sees it.
“Fuck, you did it. Oh, what a good girl,” He mumbles, thumb rubbing over the plug nestled between your cheeks. He nudges it with his knuckles and lets out a noise of amusement when you moan, already trying to scramble onto your knees to be face down, ass up, but his other hand pushes you back down. “It’s big, isn’t it? Did it help when you were missing my cock?”
You whine, squirming when he wraps his fingers around the red jewel of the plug. He plays with it a little, twisting the metal and watching the way you shiver at the feeling of it against your lubricated walls. He pulls it out slightly, but you’ve used so much lube that it slides right back into its place, and Mingi huffs, shifting closer to you to press his erection against your leg.
“So fuckin’ hot, you stretched your little asshole for me, shit,” He babbles, swirling his fingertips in the lube and sliding down, further down where your pussy is. You feel neglected already, having ignored your clit to force the plug into your ass and stretch for your boyfriend’s arrival, just as the instructions he text you, and Mingi’s fingertips only swipe through the mess of arousal before he hums again. “This pussy’s drooling everywhere. What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
It’s not a question towards you and you’re right not to answer, only letting out a shaky breath when his thumb plugs your pussy only to pull straight back out again.
“Might just tape this messy cunt away, keep it from interfering.”
Oh, no. He’s done this before, and while it gets you so hot you feel like you can’t breathe, it’s impossible to get any friction on your clit and even more impossible to cum. Still, you know better than to stop him or protest, and you turn around to see him digging through his bedside table to find the bondage tape.
All black and inconspicuous, the tape is one of your boyfriend’s favourite tools. He can restrain you to anything he wants, while being able to cut you out of it easily if anything goes wrong - oh, and if you’re begging for too much and need one of your needy holes taped shut, this doesn’t hurt too much to remove.
Still, it’s unfair. You’ve missed him just as bad, and at the thought of being denied you’re only getting hornier, head spinning as you wriggle your ass to try and entice him.
“Please, don’t,” You whimper, and he chuckles because he knows better than to believe you, dexterous fingers already unrolling the tape. “Mingi! Mingi, how will I cum, you’re so mean-“
“Do you need your pussy touched to cum?” He questions, voice level, and you slam your fist against the mattress with another wail. “Mm, I don’t think you do, baby. If I’m using your ass, surely you don’t need your pussy at all?”
Your face crumples, and you try to turn to face him, but he pushes your head back down. “I c-can’t cum from- you know I can’t-“
“Oh, can’t you?” The amusement in his tone is frustrating. “Well, that’s not my problem.”
