minho x fem reader for @bellflowergarden | wc: 1.4k | warnings: big dick!minho in gray sweats, est. relationship, implied inexperienced/insecure reader, dryhumping, handjob. i clearly didn't know how to conclude this lolz. enjoy!!
Minho who loves your eyes on him, he always does. It feels different when itβs you. He wouldnβt mind giving you everything, showing you anything. He loves you. His eyes sparkle so luminescent itβs obvious. It pours out of him.
But heβll never push it. Ever. Never just take you just to have you. There isnβt a selfish bone in him- not when it comes to his love and affection for you. Heβd never do anything to make you uneasy.
A night after the hot tub, your lovely boyfriend has brought you on a weekend getaway, a bit out of the city, and heβs changed out of the skimpy towel he had slung around his hips into those light gray sweats. Torturing you, they were. Made to fit him so specifically, so fatally, just to make you lose that tad of inhibition. The inhibition that usually stops your eyes from wandering, from lingering, that inhibition that forces your eyes somewhere else. He wonβt tease you. Youβre not obsessed. But tonightβ¦ well, shit.
βYouβre looking.β
His kitty-cat mouth curls up at the corners. His wet hair drips down bare shoulders. This is the devil, certainly. Thereβs no way that you could ever be tempted more.
You feel stupid. You canβt say anything. What are you supposed to say? Youβd sound stupid anyways.
Warm. Cold dampness and warm, hot heartbeats ring through him. He has a pulse, and it makes it all too real. How can he be real? How can he look at you like-
Your head forces down, away, somewhere else. He doesnβt, you canβt, you donβt know how-
Minho only exhales, βI want to kiss you.β
He says it as if itβs the simplest, most obvious, easy thing. As if he just knows it and doesnβt mind it.
Your instinct is to say no, but your body surrenders. Shoulders shrink into him, and he tucks your mouth back into his direction with a finger under your chin.
Minho meets your lips without a sound, a hum, or an ounce of uncertainty.
You feel weak and wimpish, untethered in the ocean and heβs your solid, unwavering light post.
βI want you to. I want you to touch when you want to touch.β Minho says.
βI donβt knoββ
He kisses you soft again to stop your mind from running wild. βItβs not like that. Thereβs nothing.. there shouldnβt be anything between us, or... anything keeping you from me.β
He smiles, liking the way your fist relaxes to intertwine with his. βOr me from you.β He adds. Your hand hesitates, but finally flattens against his stomach. He inhales, and you worry that he dislikes it, but you realize.. he doesnβt. Heβs just breathing. Just the same.
βThatβs it..β He smiles, knowing you love his small praises and encouragement.
βYouβre unreal..β You squeak.
He giggles, then, of course he does. βPromise Iβm real.β His nose wiggles cutely.
He feels the moment of hesitation and instead of leaning over you, he sinks back into his pillow. Letting you have the upper hand here. His eyes watch where you touch him. He doesnβt look afraid, nervous, disgusted. He likes it. He had said it, and had followed that by showing you.
You watch that hand, too, moving it up and dragging your fingertips in a way that lets you feel each ridge and muscle in his body. Shy away from those dusky nipples, though you wouldnβt mind touching them, even with your lips.
Wonder if it would have him make a sound for you. Like the sounds he has made when your clothed bodies are gently rubbing against each other, searching for friction, when you kiss deeply sometimes.
Oh, that. Youβve done that. And that feels good. And that isnβt scary. You bring your leg over his body, and watch his expression as you do.
He gulps, watches as you sink down slightly, so youβre almost touching.
βIs it okay?β You ask.
He nods before you can even begin to regret the action.
Your lips settle over the tender skin under his ear. You find yourself sucking gently and tonguing at it. Then his lobe, then your nose drags over his throat.
Your hand has circled that nipple on its own, and he doesnβt make a sound, but his head tucks back against the pillows and his eyes shut momentarily. Good? Definitely good.
And you hadnβt done this on purpose, but you realize as you slide your hips flat against his that both of you have gone without underwear as part of your pajamas. Your cheeks flush, and Minhoβs hand reaches for the divot of your hip.
βYou sure?β You think he mumbles, but itβs not very comprehensible.
βDoesnβt.. have to be tonight.β He says more clearly.
Your needy clit has a mind of its own, and ruts for a ridge to grind on.
βBaby..β He grunts.
You smile, βI want to. Let me?β You ask.
βYeah, Oβcourse.β He says, heβd let you do anything you want. Minhoβs ears are red now. You love those red little ears. You mustβve surprised him a bit.
You kiss him, copying how he has done before when you two did this. His cheeks feel warm close to yours. That bulge, soft and undefined, hardens and swells and as if to reach through the fabric. As if asking to be sat upon. You always gawked at the size of it, at least the size of it that you can feel.
Your hips find the satisfying vein to press against, and the pleasure is instant and satisfying. You smile and breathe against Minhoβs mouth. His breath seems to shorten, moans sounding like pleading.
When your fingers trail down, adventurously, for a feel, itβs grown even more. Minhoβs cockhead taps and reaches past his waist band. Your lips part in something like awe. Your hand instinctively wraps around it. Adjusting your body, off his lap, your hand eagerly soothes and rubs at his hardness.
Itβs big, undeniably so, and your words against the side of his mouth make him burn up even more.
So much, expression so flustered, almost shy, that you pause, hand lifting to his cheek.
βSorry. Is it okay for me to touch it?β
His eyes find yours, and he softens once more. βAlways.β
You sigh into those lips. Those irresistible lips. Your hand slips past the annoying waist band.
Itβs not scary when it's Minho. You know heβs made of love. Of sugar.
His hand brushes over your arm, and you pause. βTell me if itβs good.β You whisper.
βMore..β
Comes his voice, mouth wrapping slowly around the word, his eyes in-between open and shut.
Your hand cups him, thumbing the head on each upstroke, and setting a steady rhythm.
Little sounds against your ear, almost like pain, but they sound oh so nice.
βPretty,β you kiss his cheeks.
He kisses your mouth, and no part of you fights when a finger of his licks at the buttons of your shirt. He watches your eyes, searching for any of that hesitancy or fear before he slips open the top button. Then, the next. You help him with the third and fourth.
His eyes drink in your naked chest, and you feel a pearl seep from him and into your caressing fist. His body curves when he kisses your chest, your breasts and the space between them. His eyes close and a hot breath against your goosebumped skin.
A groan, and a sigh, and his forehead against you. βYouβre.. baby, shit, Iβll..β he whispers, never wanting to scare you.
Your free hand combs into his hair, tickling the nape of his neck. βWant you to. You can come.β
A few minutes of Minhoβs sweet sounds, him checking that you're sure and that this is really okay, and his head lolls against your shoulder. βKiss me.β He breathes.
You do, and within moments heβs letting you see him in the most vulnerable position. Heβs never been sweeter. βComing..β He mouths, not warning this time, just telling.
You swear when he does, when it releases over your hand, and his stomach. Thick ropes of it.
He sinks into the pillows, not letting go of your wrist and bringing you with him. Those breaths, heavy and full and because of you.
You realize he is blushing when he looks at you. You smile, in no rush to be pulled out of this moment. "Was that good?" You ask softly.
He nods. You smile, "I think I might have liked it even more." You giggle, pressing your nose to his.
KAE DO YOU WANT ME TO WEEP???? TO YOU SEEK JOY IN THE SIGHT OF MY TEARS????
smh giving me baby fever at the ripe age of 19 with your gooeyness (and i love you for it π)
(and this girlie knows who im imagining it with- WHOOPSIE DAISY)
β¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Β
Need luck with 2 dudes I have a major problem with (good and bad) and exams as well as my parents controlling my life despite being over 18 and legally not being allowed to do that anymore (π)
OOOOOOO THE THOUGHTS ARE THUNKING π§ π§ π§ π§ π§ π§
thank you for entertaining us kae πππ i love your big brain
innie and seungmin are the bestie duo we all need
^^ binnie agrees
