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High school had been a living hell for Mingi, and the sole reason for that hell had been Jeong Yunho. Back then, Mingi had been softer around the edges, quiet, sensitive, and he hated getting his hands dirty or doing anything too strenuous. He liked nice clothes, he liked being comfortable, and he carried himself with a kind of careful grace that other boys found easy to mock. But Yunho had taken it to a whole new level.
Yunho was tall, broad, athletic, and effortlessly confident. From the first day they met, Yunho had made it his mission to call Mingi “Princess” every chance he got. He would lean down because he was a whole head taller than Mingi back then, smirk that annoying, perfect smirk of his, and say things like “Need help carrying that, Princess? It looks too heavy for you.” or “Watch your step, don’t want to dirty those pretty shoes of yours.”
It was not just the teasing that hurt. It was the way Yunho looked at him, like he was something fragile and amusing. Mingi hated him. He hated how tall Yunho was, how big his hands were, how deep his voice was getting while Mingi’s was still cracking. He hated being called a princess, and he hated that Yunho made him feel small in every single way possible.
Those four years were filled with bickering, glares across the classroom, and Mingi promising himself that one day, he would make Yunho regret ever looking down on him. Then graduation came, and they went their separate ways. No goodbyes, no contact, just two people disappearing from each other’s lives completely. Mingi thought he was free of Jeong Yunho forever.
Five years passed in the blink of an eye. Mingi spent those years working hard, mostly on himself. He remembered every single insult Yunho threw at him. Princess. Too small. Too soft. Can’t handle anything. So Mingi went to the gym every single day. He ate right, he trained hard, he pushed his body past every limit he thought he had. He grew taller, though Yunho was still naturally blessed with height, but the difference was no longer embarrassing. More importantly, Mingi got big. His shoulders broadened, his arms thickened with muscle, his chest and back turned hard and defined. He filled out his clothes perfectly, and there was not a trace left of the soft, delicate boy he used to be. He looked intimidating, strong, and dangerous. Exactly what he wanted.
He was at a bar one Friday night, sitting at the counter nursing a drink, when he felt a presence beside him. A tall, familiar presence. He turned his head, and there he was. Yunho.
Yunho looked exactly the same and completely different all at once. He was still tall, still broad, still had that sharp jawline and dark eyes that seemed to see everything. He looked even more mature now, manlier, if that was possible. He was wearing a dark button-up shirt with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, showing off his forearms. He ordered a drink, then turned his head and looked right at Mingi.
For a few seconds, Yunho just stared. His eyes swept over Mingi’s face, then down his body, slowly, taking in every change. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly confused, then his eyes widened just a fraction. It was the reaction Mingi had been dreaming of for years. Shock. Recognition. Disbelief.
“Mingi?” Yunho asked, his voice deeper and richer than Mingi remembered.
Mingi smirked, swirling the liquid in his glass. He sat up straighter, letting his broad shoulders stretch the fabric of his shirt. He was bigger than Yunho now. He was heavier, thicker, more muscular. Yunho was still a little taller, but that was it. The size difference that used to make Mingi feel tiny was gone.
“Took you long enough to notice, Yunho,” Mingi said, his voice lower, rougher, completely unlike the soft tone Yunho used to make fun of.
Yunho let out a low breath, leaning back against the counter as he kept looking at Mingi. “Damn. I almost didn’t recognise you. You look… different. No sign of that little princess I used to know.”
The words were there, but the tone was different. There was no mockery anymore, just surprise and something else Mingi couldn’t quite place. Mingi felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted Yunho to see that he was not that boy anymore. He was strong. He was powerful. And he was going to make Yunho eat every single word he ever said to him.
“People change,” Mingi replied, taking a sip of his drink, maintaining eye contact. “I realised being soft only gets you treated like garbage. So I fixed it.”
Yunho chuckled, a low sound in his throat. He shifted closer, their shoulders almost touching. “Fixed it, huh? You certainly did. You’re huge now. Bigger than me, I think. Well, except for the height.”
“Height doesn’t matter much when you have the strength,” Mingi shot back, enjoying the way Yunho’s eyes lingered on his arms and chest.
They started talking, catching up in the way old acquaintances do, but there was an undercurrent to it. Mingi told him about his job, about how he spent his years training, about everything he had achieved. Yunho talked about his own life, his work, and his hobbies. But as the night went on, the conversation shifted. They sat closer together, knees bumping under the counter, bodies angled toward each other. The air between them grew heavy, charged with something hot and electric. It was no longer just catching up. It was tension. It was an attraction. It was the history of years of bickering and suppressed feelings finally bubbling to the surface.
Mingi could feel the heat radiating off Yunho’s body. He noticed the way Yunho’s eyes dropped to his lips every few seconds, and how Yunho’s hand rested on the counter, dangerously close to Mingi’s. Mingi felt powerful. He looked strong, he looked dangerous, and he knew Yunho was affected by him. This was his moment. He was going to turn the tables. He was going to show Yunho exactly who was the boss now.
Then Yunho turned fully toward him, his expression dark and intense. He leaned in, his face inches from Mingi’s, and Mingi could smell the alcohol and the expensive cologne on him.
“We’ve spent five years apart,” Yunho murmured, his eyes dark and burning. “And I don’t feel like letting you leave tonight. Do you want to come back to my place? My apartment is just a few minutes away.”
Mingi’s heart hammered against his ribs. This was it. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for without even knowing it. He looked at Yunho, at the man who used to tower over him and tease him, and he smiled, a sharp, confident smile.
“Lead the way,” Mingi said.
He followed Yunho out of the bar, his mind racing with plans. Tonight, Jeong Yunho was going to learn a lesson. Tonight, the princess was going to take control.
The walk to Yunho’s apartment was quiet, but the silence was loud. Every step felt charged, every glance they stole at each other felt like a challenge. Mingi walked with his head high, his broad frame cutting an imposing figure. He knew he looked good, he knew he looked strong, and he loved the way Yunho kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, like he was trying to figure out exactly what kind of man Mingi had become.
Inside, the apartment was neat, modern, and smelled just like Yunho. clean, warm, and expensive. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, the space felt smaller, tighter, filled with the energy between them. Mingi turned around, and Yunho was right there, standing close, looking down at him with that familiar, maddening smirk.
“You really changed a lot, Mingi,” Yunho said, his voice low and smooth. He took a step forward, invading Mingi’s personal space, or at least trying to.
Mingi didn’t back away. Instead, he stepped forward too, closing the gap until their chests were almost touching. He had to tilt his head up just slightly to look Yunho in the eye, but his body was solid, hard, and he stood firm. He reached up, grabbing the collar of Yunho’s shirt, pulling him down just a little bit, asserting his strength. Yunho let him, his eyes widening slightly in surprise before that amused glint returned.
“I told you, Yunho,” Mingi said, his voice dropping to a rough growl. “I’m not that soft little thing you used to tease. I’m bigger, I’m stronger, and I’m done being looked down on.”
Yunho let out a soft, breathy laugh, his hands coming up to rest lightly on Mingi’s waist. “Is that so? You’ve been waiting a long time to say that, haven’t you? Waiting to prove you’re not my princess anymore.”
The word slipped out, sharp and teasing, and it made Mingi’s blood boil and burn all at once. He hated the word, but right now, hearing Yunho say it made him want to prove a point even more. He surged forward, crashing his lips against Yunho’s. It was not a gentle kiss. It was hard, rough, and desperate. It was a clash of teeth and lips, a battle for dominance that Mingi was determined to win.
He pushed Yunho backward, walking him toward the wall, his hands roaming over Yunho’s body, gripping his shoulders, his arms, feeling the muscle there but confident in his own superior strength. Mingi kissed him harder, biting at Yunho’s lower lip, demanding entrance, and when Yunho opened for him, Mingi plunged his tongue inside, tasting him, claiming him. He wanted to overwhelm Yunho, to make him feel small, to make him understand that the roles had been completely reversed.
What Mingi didn’t see, or chose not to notice, was the way Yunho’s eyes fluttered shut, the way he melted into the kiss, the way he let himself be pushed back. Yunho’s hands were resting lightly on Mingi’s sides, not pushing back, not fighting, just touching. Inside Yunho’s mind, he was smiling. He knew exactly what Mingi was doing. He saw the way Mingi had built his body, the way he carried himself, the chip on his shoulder the size of a boulder. Yunho had known from the moment he saw Mingi at the bar that this was coming. He knew Mingi wanted to dominate him. He knew Mingi wanted to be the one in charge to erase every memory of being teased.
And Yunho was more than happy to let him think he was winning. He let Mingi push him against the wall. He let Mingi’s big, strong hands roam over his body, squeezing and gripping as if to test his strength. He let Mingi kiss him with all the pent-up anger and desire of five years. He let Mingi believe he was submitting, that he was the one being conquered. It was the perfect setup. Yunho knew exactly who he was, and he knew exactly who Mingi was deep down, no matter how big his muscles got.
Mingi broke the kiss, panting heavily, his forehead resting against Yunho’s. His hands were gripping Yunho’s biceps tightly, holding him in place.
“See?” Mingi panted, his voice rough and breathless. “Not so big and tough now, are you? You’re the one getting pushed around this time.”
Yunho let out a shaky breath, his hands sliding up to rest on Mingi’s chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the shirt. “You’re so strong now, Mingi. So big. You’ve been working so hard for this, haven’t you?”
The praise went straight to Mingi’s head, feeding his ego, making him feel powerful. He smirked, pulling back to look at Yunho. Yunho looked dishevelled, lips swollen, eyes dark and hazy, looking up at him with what looked like awe and submission. It was everything Mingi had ever wanted.
“I did it all for this,” Mingi growled, his hands moving to undo the buttons of Yunho’s shirt, popping them open one by one. “I wanted to be the one who takes control. I wanted to make you regret every time you called me princess. Every time you looked down on me.”
Yunho hummed softly, helping Mingi by shrugging out of the shirt. His skin was warm and smooth, and Mingi’s hands immediately went to touch, to grab, to claim.
“And you did it,” Yunho whispered, his voice sweet and deceptive. “You’ve completely taken over. I’m yours, Mingi. Do whatever you want to me.”
The words were music to Mingi’s ears. He felt like he was on top of the world. He grabbed Yunho’s hand, dragging him from the wall toward the bedroom he had spotted further down the hall. He was going to show Yunho everything he had learned. He was going to wreck Yunho’s body, make him beg, and make him submit completely. He was going to be the dominant one, the top, the one in charge.
He pushed Yunho onto the bed, watching as the taller man bounced slightly on the mattress, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes. Mingi stood at the edge of the bed, stripping off his own shirt, revealing the result of years of hard work. His body was a masterpiece of muscle and definition. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a wide chest, abs that were hard and visible, and a tapered waist leading down to strong legs. He looked massive, powerful, intimidating.
Yunho’s eyes travelled over every inch of Mingi’s body, his lips parting slightly. “God… you really are something else now. Look at you.”
Mingi crawled onto the bed, hovering over Yunho, his weight pressing down, his thighs bracketing Yunho’s hips. He felt huge. He felt like a giant compared to the way he used to be. He leaned down, kissing Yunho again, rougher this time, grinding his hips down to feel the reaction. Yunho gasped, arching up into the touch, completely pliant and willing.
Mingi was convinced he had won. He thought he had broken through Yunho’s arrogance and finally established his place as the dominant one. He didn’t realise that Yunho was letting him play this game. He didn’t realise that Yunho had read him perfectly, knew exactly what he needed, and was just waiting for the perfect moment to flip the script. Yunho loved seeing Mingi like this. He loved seeing him confident, powerful, and thinking he was in control. But Yunho knew the truth. He knew exactly who Mingi was underneath all that muscle, and he knew exactly what Mingi really craved.
“You have no idea what you just got yourself into,” Mingi whispered against Yunho’s neck, biting down hard on the skin there, marking him. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Yunho wrapped his arms loosely around Mingi’s neck, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape. He smiled against Mingi’s ear, a smile Mingi couldn’t see.
“I’m counting on it, Princess.”
Mingi ignored the familiar nickname, too caught up in the rush of power and the heat of the moment to care. In his mind, the word no longer held the meaning it used to. Now, hearing Yunho say it sounded like admiration, like he was calling Mingi something precious and powerful rather than weak and soft. He took it as a victory.
His hands were everywhere, exploring Yunho’s body with greedy, rough touches. He ran his hands down Yunho’s chest, over his defined abs, gripping his waist hard enough to leave marks, wanting to leave proof of his ownership. Yunho lay beneath him, completely relaxed, his body pliant and responsive. He arched into every touch, made soft, breathy sounds that drove Mingi wild, and let Mingi manhandle him however he wanted. It fed Mingi’s ego more than anything ever could.
“You used to act like you were better than everyone,” Mingi muttered, his hands moving down to grip Yunho’s thighs, spreading them apart to settle himself more firmly between them. “Like you were some kind of god. Now look at you. Laying here, letting me touch you, letting me do whatever I want. You love this, don’t you? You love being under me.”
Yunho let out a low, throaty moan, his head tipping back into the pillow. His hands were resting on Mingi’s back, fingers tracing the lines of muscle there. “Yes… god, yes. You feel so good, Mingi. So heavy, so strong. I love feeling you on top of me. I love how big you are compared to me now.”
The words were exactly what Mingi needed to hear. He felt invincible. He grinded his hips down, the friction making them both gasp. He could feel Yunho’s arousal pressing against his own, hard and eager. It made him smirk. He leaned down, biting and sucking his way down Yunho’s neck and chest, leaving dark purple marks all over the pale skin. He wanted Yunho to see them tomorrow. He wanted Yunho to look in the mirror and remember exactly who had done this to him.
“You like being marked like this?” Mingi asked, his voice rough and dark. “You like everyone knowing you belong to me now?”
“Mark me everywhere,” Yunho begged, his voice breathless and desperate. “Make sure I can’t forget this night. Make sure I can’t forget how strong you are.”
Mingi was eating it up. He believed every word. He thought he had completely overwhelmed Yunho, that Yunho had submitted to his strength and dominance. He continued his path down Yunho’s body, his hands undoing the remaining clothes until they were both bare, skin pressed against skin. The heat in the room was suffocating, thick with desire and tension.
Mingi sat back on his heels, looking down at Yunho’s naked body. He was proud of his own body, proud of how much bigger and harder he was. He reached out, his large hands gripping Yunho’s legs, lifting them up and spreading them wide open, exposing everything. Yunho didn’t try to close them. He let Mingi do it, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes and a flushed face.
“So open for me,” Mingi taunted, his fingers tracing lightly over the sensitive skin, making Yunho shiver and gasp. “You were always so arrogant. Always talking down to me. Always teasing me. Now look at you. You’re begging for my touch. You’re desperate for it.”
“Please… Mingi…” Yunho whined, his hips lifting off the bed, seeking more contact. “Don’t tease me. Touch me properly. Use me.”
Mingi felt a surge of triumph. He leaned forward, spitting onto his fingers, making sure they were wet and slick. He was going to prepare Yunho. He was going to stretch him open and take him, and that would be the final proof. He would be inside Yunho, dominating him completely, and the years of humiliation would be wiped away forever.
He brought his hand closer, rubbing the wetness over Yunho’s entrance, enjoying the way Yunho jerked and cried out. He pushed one finger inside, watching Yunho’s face twist up in pleasure. Mingi grinned, feeling powerful. He pushed another finger in, scissoring them, stretching Yunho, revelling in the sounds he was pulling out of the man who used to torment him.
“Does it feel good?” Mingi asked, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Does it feel good to be filled up by me? By the man you used to call a princess?”
Yunho was moaning loudly now, his hands gripping the sheets, his back arching off the bed. “Yes… fuck… yes! It feels amazing. You’re so big… you stretch me so good.”
Mingi was so focused on his own pleasure and his own sense of victory that he missed the glint in Yunho’s eyes. He missed the way Yunho was controlling his reactions, making them look bigger and more desperate than they really were. He missed the fact that Yunho was letting him do this, letting him think he was in charge, letting him build up this false sense of security. Yunho was enjoying this too, but for completely different reasons. He was enjoying seeing Mingi’s confidence, enjoying the way Mingi thought he had won, enjoying the anticipation of the moment he would finally show Mingi the truth.
Mingi added a third finger, working Yunho open, listening to the wet, slick sounds and the loud moans filling the room. He was getting impatient. He wanted to be inside him. He wanted to feel Yunho wrapped around him, completely at his mercy. He pulled his fingers out, positioning himself between Yunho’s legs, his hands gripping Yunho’s hips tightly.
“I’m going to take you now,” Mingi growled, leaning down to kiss Yunho hard on the mouth. “And you’re going to take every inch of me. You’re going to remember exactly who owns you now.”
He lined himself up, ready to push forward, ready to claim his victory. He was so close. He could almost taste it. He thought he had won. He thought he had successfully reversed every dynamic they ever had.
But then, just as he began to push forward, Yunho moved.
It happened in a blur of motion. Yunho’s hands, which had been resting lazily on the bed, suddenly shot out, gripping Mingi’s shoulders. With a strength that Mingi had completely forgotten about or underestimated, Yunho flipped their positions in one smooth, fluid movement. One second Mingi was towering over Yunho, ready to take him, and the next, Mingi was flat on his back on the mattress, the air knocked out of his lungs, with Yunho hovering over him, pinning his hands above his head with one hand.
Mingi’s eyes went wide. His heart stopped. He looked up, and the man above him was completely different. The desperate, submissive look was gone. The soft, eager expression was replaced by something dark, intense, and terrifyingly dominant. Yunho’s eyes were burning, his smirk was back, sharper and more arrogant than ever, and his body was heavy and solid, pressing Mingi deep into the mattress.
“Did you really think that was going to work, Princess?” Yunho asked, his voice dropping an octave, deep and rough and commanding. “Did you really think a few years at the gym could change who you really are? Did you really think I didn’t know exactly what you were trying to do?”
Mingi gasped, his mind reeling, trying to process what just happened. He tried to move, tried to push Yunho off, but Yunho was stronger than he remembered, or maybe Mingi had just been too arrogant to remember that Yunho was an athlete, that he was naturally powerful. Yunho held him down effortlessly, like Mingi weighed nothing at all.
“Yunho… what…” Mingi stammered, his confidence shattering instantly.
Yunho leaned down, his face inches from Mingi’s, his breath hot against Mingi’s skin. He smiled, and it was the same smile back when they were still in high school, the one that meant he knew everything, that he was in control, and that he was about to make Mingi regret everything.
“You played your little game well,” Yunho whispered, his free hand trailing down Mingi’s chest, over the muscles Mingi had worked so hard to build. “You got big, you got strong, you acted tough. But you forgot one very important thing, size and strength do not make you dominant, Mingi. That’s why I let you. I let you think you were the one in charge. I let you think you were dominating me. Because I knew exactly what you needed. And I knew exactly how this night was going to end. ”
Yunho’s hand slipped lower, wrapping firmly around Mingi’s cock, making Mingi’s hips buck up involuntarily, a loud, broken moan tearing from his throat.
“But let me make one thing very clear, baby,” Yunho purred, his eyes dark and possessive. “You can build all the muscle you want. You can get bigger than me. You can act as tough as you like. But you will always be my Princess. And I will always be the one in control. I am the top. I am the one who owns you. And tonight, I’m going to remind you exactly why.”
Mingi lay there, completely stunned, his body pinned, his mind racing to catch up. The shift in power was so sudden, so absolute, that it left him breathless. He looked up at Yunho and saw the truth written all over his face. Yunho had known. Yunho had known exactly what Mingi was planning from the moment they met at the bar. He had played along. He had let Mingi think he was winning, let him build up his confidence, let him believe he had reversed their roles. And now, the game was over.
“Yunho… you… you tricked me,” Mingi managed to say, his voice breathless and weak, nothing like the dominant growl he had been using moments ago.
Yunho chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated through Mingi’s chest. He leaned down, kissing Mingi’s jawline, then down to his neck, biting hard enough to make Mingi cry out.
“I didn’t trick you, baby,” Yunho murmured against his skin. “I let you play. I let you have your fun. Because I knew that deep down, no matter how big you get, no matter how tough you act, you’re still the same Mingi I’ve always known. You’re still soft. You still need to be taken care of. You still need someone to tell you what to do. You’re still my Princess.”
The nickname hit different this time. There was no teasing, no mockery, but it was even more possessive, even more definitive. And to Mingi’s horror and confusion, it made his cock throb in Yunho’s hand. He hated it. He loved it. He was terrified and aroused all at once. He tried to struggle again, pushing against Yunho’s grip, but it was useless. Yunho was heavy, solid, and incredibly strong. He held Mingi’s wrists together with one hand as if they were nothing, while his other hand stroked Mingi slowly, deliberately, and tortuously.
“I worked so hard…” Mingi whined, his hips moving instinctively into the touch, betraying his own words. “I wanted to be the one on top… I wanted to make you submit…”
Yunho lifted his head to look Mingi in the eye, his expression intense and unyielding. “And I let you, didn’t I? I let you try. But look at you now. Look at how you respond to me. Look at how your body moves for me. You were made to be underneath me, Mingi. You were made to take everything I give you. All that muscle… it’s just extra cushioning for me to use. It makes you look even better when you’re writhing under me.”
Yunho let go of Mingi’s hands, knowing full well Mingi wasn’t going anywhere, and ran both hands down Mingi’s body, appreciating every curve and hard line he had worked so hard for. He squeezed Mingi’s biceps, ran his hands over his thick chest, traced the lines of his abs, and gripped his thick thighs, spreading them wide again, just like Mingi had done to him minutes ago.
“You built this amazing body,” Yunho said, his voice thick with appreciation and desire. “And now I get to use it. I get to break it down. I get to make this big, strong man fall apart just for me. Isn’t that perfect? You gave me the best possible toy I could ever ask for.”
Mingi felt exposed and overwhelmed. He tried to maintain some dignity, tried to glare at Yunho, tried to act tough, but it was crumbling fast. Yunho’s touch was too skilled, too knowing. Yunho knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to touch, exactly what buttons to press.
“Shut up…” Mingi groaned, turning his head to the side, his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. “Just… shut up and do something!”
Yunho laughed, a wicked sound. “Oh, I’m going to do a lot more than just something, Princess. I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make you forget your own name. And by the time I’m done with you, the only word you’ll remember is ‘Daddy’.”
The word sent a shockwave through Mingi. He looked back at Yunho, eyes wide. “Daddy?”
“Yes,” Yunho said firmly, leaning down until their noses touched. “That’s what you’re going to call me. Because I’m the one in charge. I’m the one who knows what you need. I’m the one who owns you. And you’re going to say it. You’re going to beg for it. Do you understand?”
Mingi opened his mouth to argue, to say he would never say it, but before he could speak, Yunho’s hand moved down between his legs, fingers pressing right against his entrance, rubbing firmly, teasing him mercilessly. Mingi’s back arched off the bed, a loud, high pitched moan tearing out of his throat, cutting off whatever protest he had.
“Answer me,” Yunho demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.
“Y-yes… I understand… D-daddy” Mingi gasped, his hands clutching the sheets, his knuckles turning white.
“Good boy,” Yunho praised, his tone shifting to something warm and smug. “Now, let’s see how much of that big, strong body you can handle.”
Yunho shifted, moving down the bed, his hands gripping Mingi’s hips tightly. He didn’t waste time. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to see Mingi unravel. He wanted to see the big, tough man he had become turn into a mess of moans and pleas. He wanted to prove once and for all that no matter how much Mingi changed on the outside, on the inside, he was still the same. He was still soft, still sensitive, and still completely Yunho’s.
Yunho’s fingers were already working, pushing inside Mingi, stretching him, preparing him, but it was different from when Mingi did it. When Mingi did it, it was rough and arrogant. When Yunho did it, it was deliberate, skilled, and absolutely maddening. Yunho knew exactly where Mingi’s sensitive spots were before Mingi even knew them himself. He found the bundle of nerves deep inside Mingi immediately, pressing against it repeatedly, rhythmically, relentlessly.
Mingi screamed, his hands flying to grab Yunho’s shoulders or the sheets or anything he could reach. His hips jerked, his legs shaking, his whole body reacting violently to the touch. He was loud. He was always loud, always vocal, just like Yunho remembered. Back in school, Yunho used to tease him for crying over small things, and now he was crying out in pleasure, loud and unrestrained, exactly as Yunho knew he would.
“Ah! Yunho! Fuck! Too much! It’s too much!” Mingi cried out, his voice cracking, a mix of moans and curses falling from his lips. “Oh god… please… it feels too good… I can’t…”
Yunho didn’t stop. He leaned over Mingi’s body, pressing his weight down, keeping Mingi pinned in place while he worked him open with his fingers. He looked up and saw the full length mirror attached to the wardrobe across the room. He smirked. Perfect.
“Look,” Yunho commanded, his voice rough and deep. “Look in the mirror, Princess. I want you to see exactly what’s happening to you. I want you to see how your body opens up for me. I want you to see how much you love it.”
Mingi tried to look away, tried to hide his face, but Yunho grabbed his chin, forcing his head to turn toward the mirror. Mingi had no choice but to look. He saw himself. He saw his big, muscular body, flushed red, trembling, legs spread wide open. He saw Yunho between his legs, his hand buried deep inside Mingi, his face dark and focused. He saw the way his own body reacted, the way his back arched, the way his mouth hung open in a constant stream of moans. He looked completely debauched, completely undone. And it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
“Look at that,” Yunho taunted, his fingers moving faster, hitting that spot over and over again. “Look how easy you are to open up. Look how tight you are around my fingers. Look at your face. You look beautiful like this. So desperate. So needy. Just like a Princess should be.”
“Daddy!” The word fell out of Mingi’s mouth before he could even think about it, torn from him by the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh god… Daddy… please… more… I need more…”
Yunho’s eyes darkened instantly, pupils blowing wide. The sound hit him right in the gut, triggering every dark desire he had been holding back for years. A smirk spread across his face, victorious and wicked.
“That’s it,” Yunho purred, leaning down to bite Mingi’s earlobe hard. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Good boy. You learn fast. Now, be a good Princess and hold still. Daddy is going to give you exactly what you’ve been asking for all these years.”
Yunho pulled his fingers out slowly, enjoying the way Mingi whined and tried to push back to keep the contact. Mingi was already a mess. He was sweaty, flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes glazed over with pleasure and need. He looked nothing like the confident, intimidating man who walked into the apartment earlier. He looked exactly like Yunho knew he would: completely wrecked and completely his.
Yunho positioned himself properly, kneeling between Mingi’s spread legs, his hands gripping Mingi’s hips hard enough to leave bruises that would last for days. He lined himself up at the entrance he had just worked open, the tip of his cock pressing against the sensitive, slick skin. He looked down at Mingi, at the way his chest heaved up and down, at the way his big hands clutched the sheets, at the way his eyes were wide and waiting.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” Yunho asked, his voice low and rough, thick with arousal. “You spent years building this body just so you could get my attention. Just so you could have this. Admit it. You wanted me to take you apart. You wanted me to remind you who you belong to.”
Mingi nodded frantically, unable to form a proper sentence, his mouth hanging open as he panted. “Yes… yes… I wanted it… please… just do it… fill me up… Daddy…”
The name drove Yunho crazy. He let out a low, guttural groan, and with one smooth, powerful thrust, he pushed inside Mingi all the way to the hilt.
Mingi’s body bowed off the bed, a scream tearing from his throat, loud and raw. His hands flew up to grab Yunho’s arms, his fingers digging into the hard muscle there. The sensation was overwhelming. Yunho was big. He was thick and long, and he filled Mingi completely, stretching him wider than he had ever been stretched before. It burned and it felt amazing all at once, a sharp, blinding pleasure that shot up his spine and made his toes curl.
“Ah! Yunho! Daddy! Oh fuck... you’re so big! It hurts… it feels so good!” Mingi babbled, his voice high and breathless, a stream of curses and pleas and moans falling nonstop from his lips.
Yunho didn’t move immediately. He stayed buried deep inside, letting Mingi adjust, revelling in the tight, hot grip surrounding him. He looked down at where they were joined, at the way Mingi’s body swallowed him whole, and he looked up at Mingi’s face, at the way his eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open in a constant cry.
“Look at you,” Yunho whispered, leaning forward to kiss Mingi’s neck, biting and sucking the skin there. “Look at this big, strong man falling apart just because I’m inside him. You feel so good, Princess. So tight. So warm. You were made for this. You were made to take my cock.”
He started to move, pulling back almost all the way out before slamming back in hard and deep. Mingi screamed again, his legs wrapping instinctively around Yunho’s waist, pulling him closer, wanting more, wanting deeper. Yunho set a rhythm immediately, he moved fast, hard, and relentlessly. He pounded into Mingi, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside him with every single thrust, driving him wild.
The sounds in the room were filthy. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet slick sounds of their bodies moving together, and above it all, Mingi’s loud, unrestrained moaning and crying. He couldn’t hold anything back. He screamed Yunho’s name, he screamed Daddy, he cursed, he begged, he cried, completely lost in the pleasure.
“Harder! Daddy… please… harder!” Mingi yelled, his hips meeting every thrust, his body bouncing on the mattress. “Don’t stop! Fuck me! Ruin me…. I can take it! I can take everything you give me...”
Yunho loved it. He loved how responsive Mingi was. He loved how despite all the muscle, Mingi was so pliable, so easy to move, so easy to make feel good. He grabbed Mingi’s hands, pinning them back down above his head again, interlacing their fingers, holding him completely still while he used his body however he wanted.
“You like this?” Yunho grunted, his pace increasing, driving into him harder and deeper. “You like being fucked like this? You like knowing that no matter how big you get, I can still make you feel tiny? I can still make you feel like you belong to me?”
“Yes… Yes! I love it! I love it so much!” Mingi sobbed, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I’m yours… I’m… I’m always yours! Just don’t stop… Daddy… Please don’t stop!”
Yunho looked over at the mirror again. He could see everything. He saw his own body moving over Mingi’s, powerful and dominant. He saw Mingi’s body underneath him, huge and muscular but completely pliant and submissive. He saw the way Mingi’s face was twisted in pure ecstasy, the way his mouth was open wide, the way tears of pleasure were leaking from his eyes. It was the most beautiful sight Yunho had ever seen.
“Look in the mirror again, Princess,” Yunho ordered, his voice commanding even as he was panting with exertion. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see how deep I go. I want you to see exactly who owns this body.”
Mingi forced his eyes open, looking at their reflection. The sight made him cry out louder, his body tightening around Yunho uncontrollably. He looked so small underneath Yunho, even though he was bigger and broader. He looked so owned, so claimed, so thoroughly used. It was humiliating and incredibly arousing all at once.
“Look at how well you take it,” Yunho taunted, his hips snapping forward hard enough to make the bed creak and shake. “Look how much you love it. You’re nothing but a cock hungry Princess for me, aren’t you? All that muscle just to look pretty while I use you.”
“I am…. I—ahhh! Am!” Mingi screamed, completely broken, completely agreeing. “I’m your Princess… I’m your cock hungry… Princess! Use me! Use me however you want Daddy! Please… I’m close…right there! Don’t stop… I’m gonna come!”
Yunho smirked. He reached down between them, wrapping his hand firmly around Mingi’s cock, which was hard and leaking precome, bobbing helplessly between them. He started stroking in time with his thrusts, driving Mingi right to the edge.
“Go on then,” Yunho growled against Mingi’s ear. “Come for me, Princess. Come all over my hand. Show me how good I make you feel.”
It only took a few more strokes and a few more deep, hard thrusts. Mingi’s whole body locked up, trembling violently, his back arching high off the bed as he cried out a long, loud scream of “Daddy!” He came hard, shooting ropes of white release all over his own stomach and Yunho’s hand, his body convulsing with the intensity of it.
But Yunho didn’t stop.
He kept moving. He kept thrusting deep and hard, right through Mingi’s orgasm, right through the sensitive, overstimulated period immediately after. Mingi’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open in a silent scream before loud, broken cries poured out.
“Too much… Yunho! Daddy! It’s too much!... I came… I already came! It’s sensitive… Please…” Mingi begged, his hands pushing weakly at Yunho’s chest, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Yunho just laughed darkly, leaning down to kiss the tears off Mingi’s cheeks. He slowed down just a little, but he didn’t pull out, he didn’t stop. He kept moving deep inside him, grinding against that sensitive spot, making Mingi feel every inch of him.
“Did I say you were done?” Yunho asked, his voice calm and terrifyingly dominant. “Did I say we were finished? You thought one orgasm was enough? Oh no, Princess. We have a long night ahead of us, and I’m going to make sure you can’t even walk tomorrow. You’re going to come for me again and again until you’re dry, until you can’t take it anymore, until the only thing you remember is me.”
Mingi thought he was prepared. He thought he knew what he was getting into. But nothing could have prepared him for the sheer stamina and determination of Yunho. The first orgasm had been intense, but it was only the beginning. Yunho kept going, and going, and going, pushing Mingi’s body past every limit he thought he had.
He shifted positions, pulling Mingi up so they were sitting, chest to chest, Yunho still buried deep inside him. He held Mingi’s thighs open with his hands, bouncing him up and down on his cock, controlling every movement, every depth, every speed. Mingi’s arms were wrapped tight around Yunho’s neck, his face buried in the crook of Yunho’s shoulder, screaming and sobbing into his skin. The sensitivity was unbearable and incredible all at once. Every drag of Yunho’s cock against his walls sent shocks of electricity through his whole body.
“Daddy… please… I can’t… it’s too much… I’m so sensitive…” Mingi whined, his body limp and heavy, letting Yunho move him however he pleased.
“You can take it,” Yunho said firmly, his hands gripping Mingi’s ass cheeks, squeezing hard, spanking him sharply once, twice, making Mingi jolt and cry out. “You’re strong, remember? You worked so hard to be strong. So use that strength and take what Daddy gives you. You love it. I know you do. You’re squeezing me so tight right now. You’re milking me for everything I’ve got.”
“I am… I love it… I love it so much…” Mingi admitted, his voice broken and hoarse from screaming. “Spank me again… please… it feels good…”
Yunho grinned and obliged, delivering a series of sharp, stinging smacks to Mingi’s ass, alternating between hard spanks and firm, soothing rubs. The mix of pain and pleasure drove Mingi crazy.
“Ahhh! More daddy…. spank me more…” He was already hard again, his body reacting automatically to Yunho’s touch, to the feeling of being filled, to the feeling of being owned.
Yunho shifted again, pushing Mingi face down into the mattress, pulling his hips up high, exposing him completely. He leaned over him, his chest pressing against Mingi’s back, his weight heavy and comforting. He reached around, one hand wrapping around Mingi’s throat, squeezing gently but firmly, cutting off just enough air to make Mingi’s head spin and his eyes roll back. The other hand reached down to circle Mingi’s cock, stroking him while he pounded into him from behind.
“You look so good like this,” Yunho growled, his voice right against Mingi’s ear. “All big and strong, but bent over and taking my cock like the perfect little Princess you are. I could stay inside you forever. You feel like heaven.”
“Choke me harder… Daddy… please… I want to feel it…” Mingi gasped, pushing his hips back to meet every thrust, desperate for more.
Yunho tightened his grip just a little more, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, deeper. He hit that spot inside Mingi over and over again, relentless, unforgiving. He was driving Mingi toward another orgasm, even though Mingi was already trembling and overstimulated from the first one.
“Are you going to come again for me?” Yunho taunted, his hips snapping forward roughly. “Are you going to give me another one? Even though you think you can’t? I know you can. I know your body loves this too much to stop. Come on, Princess. Give it to me.”
It built up fast, hot and overwhelming. Mingi felt like he was burning up from the inside out. His vision blurred, his mind went completely blank, nothing existing except the feeling of Yunho inside him, the hand around his neck, the hand on his cock. He screamed, a raw, broken sound, and came again, hard and intense, his body convulsing, his vision going white.
Still Yunho didn’t stop.
He kept going. He kept pounding into him, grinding deep, making Mingi feel every single movement. Mingi collapsed forward onto his arms, his face buried in the pillows, crying openly now, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He was sensitive, so sensitive it felt like pain, but it was the best pain he had ever felt.
“Daddy… no more… please… I’m empty… I have nothing left to give…” Mingi sobbed, his body shaking uncontrollably.
“Liar,” Yunho whispered, slowing down just enough to torture him, grinding deep circles against his prostate. “You have so much more. You have no idea what your body can do when I’m in charge. You think you’re done? Think again, princess.”
Yunho pulled out only to flip Mingi onto his back again, spreading his legs wide and pushing back in immediately, hitting deep and hard. He reached down, pushing Mingi’s legs back toward his chest, folding him almost in half, giving himself the deepest possible angle. He looked down at Mingi, at the wrecked expression on his face, at the sweat slicked skin, at the way his big muscles were trembling and useless against Yunho’s dominance.
“Look at you,” Yunho said, his voice thick with desire and pride. “You’re beautiful, Mingi. You’re perfect. And you’re mine. Every inch of you.”
He started moving again, fast and hard, determined to pull every last drop of pleasure out of Mingi. He stroked Mingi’s cock, he rubbed over his entrance, he pressed on his stomach, he did everything he could to heighten the sensation. Mingi was a mess. He was crying, screaming, babbling nonsense, completely lost in the haze of pleasure. He had come three times already, maybe four, he had lost count, and Yunho was still going strong, still hard, still deep inside him, still demanding more.
Suddenly, as Yunho pressed deep and ground against that sensitive spot while rubbing firmly on Mingi’s lower stomach, something changed. Mingi felt a strange, unfamiliar pressure building up inside him. It wasn’t like an orgasm. It was bigger, heavier, more intense. He felt like he needed to pee, but it felt so much better, so much more overwhelming. He tried to push Yunho’s hand away, panic mixing with pleasure.
“Wait… wait… Daddy… something’s wrong… I feel… I feel like I’m gonna… I don’t know…” Mingi gasped, his eyes wide, his body tensing up completely.
Yunho noticed the change immediately. He felt the way Mingi’s inner muscles tightened and spasmed around him, the way his whole body locked up. He realised what was happening, and his eyes went dark with excitement and possessiveness. He didn’t stop. He pressed harder, rubbed faster, pushed deeper.
“Let it happen, Princess,” Yunho commanded, his voice rough and encouraging. “Don’t fight it. Let it go. Give it to me. That’s it… let it out… show me everything you can do.”
“I can’t… it feels weird… it feels too much…” Mingi cried out, his hands clutching the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
“Yes you can. Trust Daddy. Just let go.” He said roughly, chasing his own release now.
With a long, loud scream that echoed off the walls, Mingi’s body gave in. The pressure released, and a rush of clear liquid gushed out of him, soaking the sheets and Yunho’s stomach and thighs. It went on and on, a powerful, involuntary release that took both of them by surprise. Mingi’s eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as his body spasmed and jerked, completely out of his control.
Yunho groaned loudly, the sight driving him wild. He kept going right through it, riding Mingi through the waves of sensation, watching the liquid leak out around where they were joined, watching Mingi’s face go completely blank and overwhelmed. That made him spill himself inside Mingi completely. He filled him up, marking him from the inside out, claiming him in every way possible. He stayed there, buried deep, also riding out the waves of pleasure, holding Mingi’s trembling body tight against his own, never letting go.
“Fuck… Princess… you just squirted for me,” Yunho growled, leaning down to kiss Mingi’s tear stained face. “You have no idea how hot that was. You have no idea how perfect you are. Only for me. Only Daddy can make you do that.”
Mingi lay there, completely boneless, completely drained, completely stunned. He didn’t even know that was possible. He felt strange, he felt exposed, he felt like he had given Yunho everything he had, and more. He looked up at Yunho through heavy, half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving, his body twitching with aftershocks.
“Daddy…” Mingi whispered, his voice barely audible. “I… I didn’t know I could do that…”
Yunho smiled, a soft, possessive smile, brushing the hair out of Mingi’s face. He leaned down, kissing him deeply, tasting salt and pleasure and love.
“I know,” Yunho murmured softly against his lips. “Rest now princess. We have all the time in the world now. And believe me… we are definitely doing this again.”
Mingi hummed softly, already drifting off, completely safe and completely happy in Yunho’s arms. Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the messy, tangled sheets and over the two bodies still wrapped tightly around each other. Mingi woke slowly, his mind hazy and heavy with sleep, his body feeling like it had been through a long, intense battle. Every muscle ached pleasantly, deep and satisfying, a constant reminder of every single thing that had happened the night before. He shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness that radiated through his hips and thighs, and immediately felt the strong arm around his waist tighten, pulling him back firmly against a warm, solid chest.
“Stay still,” Yunho’s voice rumbled low and rough right against his ear, deep with sleep and thick satisfaction. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of Mingi’s neck, right over the dark bruises he had left there hours ago. “You look too perfect like this to be moving around just yet.”
Mingi sighed softly, letting his body relax completely against Yunho’s. He could still feel the ghost of every touch, every thrust, every word whispered against his skin. He could still remember exactly how it felt to be filled completely, to be stretched open, to be used and owned in every way possible. It was all burned into his memory, sharp and vivid and more real than anything he had ever experienced before. He looked down at his own arms, at the thick muscles he had spent five years building, and smiled faintly. He had built them to prove he was strong. He had built them to prove he wasn’t the soft, delicate boy Yunho used to tease. But now he realised that strength had only served to make this moment better. It had only made the way Yunho handled him and overpowered him feel that much more incredible.
“You really did a number on me,” Mingi murmured, his voice still hoarse from all the screaming and moaning he had done through the night. He shifted his hips back slightly, gasping quietly as the movement sent a dull, deep ache shooting through him, reminding him exactly where Yunho had been and how much he had been filled. “I can barely move.”
Yunho chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Mingi’s back. He ran one large hand slowly up Mingi’s side, tracing every line and curve of muscle, squeezing and kneading gently as if checking his work. “Good. That means I did my job right.” He pressed a kiss to Mingi’s shoulder, his hand sliding lower to rest firmly over Mingi’s hip, holding him possessively. “How does it feel? Knowing that every bit of strength you built… every bit of size you gained… it all just made it that much better for me. You became exactly what I wanted you to be. Big. Strong. And completely mine.”
Mingi turned over carefully in Yunho’s arms to face him, wincing a little but needing to look at him. Yunho looked relaxed and happy, his hair messy, his skin marked with red scratches and bite marks Mingi had left behind, his eyes dark and warm and full of that same dominance he had shown all night. Mingi reached up, his fingers trembling slightly, to trace the line of Yunho’s jaw, then down his neck, over the broad shoulders and defined chest. He had spent so many years hating this man. So many years wanting to hurt him, to beat him, to make him pay for every insult. But now, lying here with him, sore and happy and completely claimed, he couldn’t remember why he had ever hated him at all. All he could feel was this overwhelming, heavy warmth spreading through his chest.
“I wanted to hurt you,” Mingi admitted quietly, his voice soft and honest. He looked down at his own hand resting on Yunho’s chest, at the difference in their size and shape even now. “I wanted to make you feel small. I wanted to make you beg. I spent every day working out just so I could stand in front of you and make you regret teasing me. I wanted to be the one on top. I wanted to be the one in charge.”
Yunho listened carefully, his expression softening, his hand coming up to cover Mingi’s, holding it tight against his skin. He didn’t look surprised or angry. He looked like he had known it all along. Like he had been waiting for Mingi to say it.
“And did you?” Yunho asked gently, his thumb brushing over Mingi’s knuckles. “Did you get what you wanted?”
Mingi looked up, meeting Yunho’s eyes, and smiled. It was a soft, genuine smile, free of all the anger and pride he had carried for so long. “I got something better. I thought I wanted to dominate you. I thought I wanted revenge. But what I really wanted… what I really needed… was this. I needed you to show me where I really belonged. I needed you to take all that anger and all that frustration and turn it into this.”
He shifted closer, pressing his body fully against Yunho’s, feeling the warmth and strength radiating from him. “I don’t care about being on top anymore. I don’t care about being bigger or stronger or proving anything. Because I know now. I know that no matter how big I get… no matter how strong I become… you will always be the one who owns me. You will always be the one who can make me fall apart with just a look or a touch. And honestly? I love it. I love being yours.”
Yunho’s face lit up with pure, unmasked pleasure and pride. He leaned forward, capturing Mingi’s lips in a slow, deep, lingering kiss, different from the rough, hungry ones from the night before. This was soft. This was loving. This was a promise. He poured every bit of his own feelings into it, every bit of desire, every bit of possession, every bit of something deeper that had been growing inside him since they were just teenagers in school.
“You have no idea how long I waited to hear you say that,” Yunho whispered against Mingi’s lips when they finally pulled apart to breathe. He brushed the hair back from Mingi’s forehead, his eyes roaming over his face, drinking in every detail. “Do you know why I teased you back then? Do you know why I called you princess? Why I reminded you every day that I was taller and bigger than you?”
Mingi shook his head slowly, his eyes wide and curious. He had spent years thinking it was just cruelty. Just Yunho being mean and arrogant. But now, looking at the way Yunho looked at him now, he knew there was more to it. There had always been more to it.
“Because you were beautiful,” Yunho said simply, his voice low and sincere. “You were soft and gentle and delicate. You hated getting dirty. You hated messing up your clothes. You hated looking anything less than perfect. And I loved it. I loved that you were different. I loved that you were so soft while everyone else was trying to be tough. I called you princess because it fit you perfectly. Because you were the most precious thing I had ever seen. And I reminded you I was bigger and stronger because I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know that no matter what happened… I was there. I was strong enough to protect you. Strong enough to take care of you. Strong enough to handle you.”
He ran his hand down Mingi’s side, over the thick muscles Mingi had built, squeezing firmly. “And when you left… I waited. I knew you would come back different. I knew you would try to change yourself just to prove me wrong. And you did. You built yourself into this incredible, powerful man. You became bigger, heavier, stronger than anyone I knew. But do you know what never changed?”
Yunho leaned closer, his lips brushing against Mingi’s ear, his voice dropping to that deep, commanding tone that made Mingi shiver instantly. “Under all this muscle. Under all this strength. You are still the same soft, sensitive boy I fell for back in high school. You are still my princess. You still melt for me. You still let me take you apart and put you back together exactly how I want. And I love you exactly like this. Strong and big and powerful for everyone else… but soft and open and completely mine for me.”
Mingi felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by everything he was hearing. He had spent years thinking Yunho hated him. Thinking Yunho looked down on him. Thinking Yunho saw him as weak and useless. But all this time… all this time… it had been the exact opposite. It had been admiration. It had been desire. It had been love.
“I built all this just for you,” Mingi whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Every rep. Every meal. Every hour in the gym. I did it all because of you. Because I wanted you to look at me. Because I wanted to be worthy of you.”
Yunho smiled, pulling Mingi tight against his chest, wrapping him up completely in his arms. “You were always worthy. You were always everything I wanted. You just needed to grow up a little bit. You just needed to learn that strength isn’t about being on top. It’s about knowing exactly where you belong. And you belong right here. Under me. Open for me. Taking everything I give you.”
He shifted slightly, rolling them over so that Yunho was lying on his back and Mingi was resting fully on top of him, their bodies still pressed close together. Mingi gasped softly as the movement sent a fresh wave of sensation through him, feeling the empty ache inside him that was still there, still remembering exactly what it felt like to be filled. Yunho’s hands roamed freely over Mingi’s back, down to his hips, squeezing and holding him tight.
“You know,” Yunho said, his eyes darkening again with that familiar heat, even after everything they had already done. “Last night was just the beginning. I spent five years waiting for you. Five years imagining exactly what I would do when I finally got you back. And trust me… I have a lot more plans. A lot more ways to show you exactly how much I own you.”
He ran one hand down between them, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of the loose pants Yunho had put on him at some point during the night, touching him gently but firmly. Mingi shivered, his head falling forward onto Yunho’s shoulder, a soft, broken moan escaping his lips. His body was still oversensitive, still buzzing, still ready to react to every single touch Yunho gave him.
“I’m sore…” Mingi whined softly, even as he pressed his hips down against Yunho’s hand, wanting more, wanting anything Yunho would give him. “You destroyed me last night. I can’t take any more.”
Yunho laughed low and wicked, sliding his hand lower, touching him exactly where he needed it most. “You say that now. But we both know the truth. Your body craves this. Your body craves me. Even when you are sore. Even when you are exhausted. You will always take more from me. Because you can’t get enough. Just like I can’t get enough of you.”
He looked around the room, at the mirror, at the marks on the bed, and at the scattered clothes. He looked back at Mingi, at the man who had changed his whole life just by existing. He thought about high school. About the teasing. About the distance. About the five years apart. And he smiled, knowing that every single moment had led exactly to this.
“Let me tell you something,” Yunho said seriously, lifting Mingi’s chin so he was looking right into his eyes. “From this moment on… you are never leaving my sight again. You are never going anywhere I can’t follow. You are mine Mingi. Completely and forever. And every single day from now on… I am going to remind you exactly who you belong to. I am going to remind you exactly what you are. Strong. Beautiful. And my perfect, perfect princess.”
Mingi leaned down, kissing Yunho deeply, pouring every bit of his own feelings into it. He didn’t need to say anything else. He didn’t need to prove anything else. He knew exactly who he was now. He knew exactly where he belonged. And as he lay there, safe and warm and loved in Yunho’s arms, he knew that everything he had gone through had all been worth it.
Because in the end… he got exactly what he wanted. He got Yunho. And Yunho got him. And nothing else in the world mattered.
Whatever happened next, whatever came their way, Mingi knew one thing for sure. He had spent five years building himself up just to be taken apart by the man he had always loved. And he would do it all over again a thousand times over. Because being Jeong Yunho’s princess… was exactly where he was always meant to be.