U didn't meant to stare but minho was sitting there all pretty doing a live, entertaining stays but ignoring ur needy hungry stares. U finished ur period yesterday and now u were ovulating and he knows but he was acting all innocent yet smug at the same time. U tried ur best to get his attention but he was being a complete handsome jerk. So u knew what u had to do to get his attention.
Minho was completely obvious to ur stares wanting him but he wanted u to say it, to say that u want, no need him like an ocean needs fishes. He didn't know what u were going to do when u disappeared into the bedroom but minho knew something was about to happen so he ended the live like a devil and waited for u to come back so he can give u what u want. After a while u came back into what he didn't expect.
A dark purple lingerie. Showing off your big breast, swell pressed against the fabric. The pantie cradling your dripping pussy. The silver waist chain inviting him to commit many unholy sins. The garters inviting him to lick your milkey thigh. This was the new lingerie set u bought, wanting him to see on a special occasion but his ignoring got the best of u that u had to pull this move. Minho's reaction was worth looking. The parted lips Turing into a smirk. Eyes filling with lust yet containg love. U stood still in the doorway inviting him. Finally after a pregnant silence u said,
"Like what u see". With a smirk.
"No,loving what i see". Minho replied taking ur figure in. U were a goddamn God's gift. With perfect milky skin, grey orbs , white hair and on top of that a hourglass body figure. Every man's dream yet here u were, his and only his.
Minho leaned back against the couch. Smirking like a cocky bastard." Will u come now?". U said.
"Where?". Minho replied.
"Minhoooooooo,get the fuck here". U whined.sulking like child . But to minho u were bouncing ur perfect tits.
"No jagi, if u want it,come get it"
U stood there , frustration getting the best of u. So u decided to do what u thought earlier. U lunged onto his lap,making a little bounce. But thet cocky bastard, smirking held ur waist firmly,fingers dangling into ur chain.
"Baby u look fucking delicious, u want something than do it, ride my fucking thigh like u want to ,i will not help until u tell me"
U did what he asked, riding his thigh. Slow at first hands on his shoulder, mouth on his. Kissing sloppily. Minho on the other hand leaned back against the sofa hands on the backrest of the sofa watching u chase ur orgasm. U knew u can't cum without his help. And u knew that he knew yet he wasn't helping. Hell u asked him to do his work.
"Min....ahhh...ahh..I can't i can't plz ahhhh.."
"What baby"
"Ahhhh plz help"
"Oh baby let me take care of u"
With that he held u up leaving a space between his thigh and ur cunt. Removing ur pantie, and putting a vibrator into ur dripping and aching pussy. He settled u back onto his thigh now ur cunt directly pressing onto his thigh. He pulled ur garters and left it, making u Hiss when it lands onto ur thigh with aloud smack.
"Jagi u ready".asked minho.
U moaned"hmm"
He turned on the vibrator on the highest speed making u jump. "Oh fuck Min, slow down"
"Hmm? Baby u can take it"
He held ur waist, mouth on the collar bone making love bites. With making u ride his thigh. The double intensity making ur orgasm approach faster on top of that his free hand massaging ur boob while he mouthing the other one which is still covered with the bra.
Ur moans keep getting louder and louder indicating ur approaching orgasm. He turned off the vibrator and ur movements just before ur orgasm.
"Fucking lee minhooo" u let out a sharp scream.
"Shhh!" Minho said and lifted u and start walking towards the bedroom. He gently places u on the bed and start removing his clothes.
U helped him removing his pants. U wanted to do something u hadn't tried before so u asked him.
"Min?"
"Yeah"
"I want to... want to..."
"What baby? Hmm?"
"Suck your dick" u murmured.
Minho stilled. He took ur face in his hands caressing.
"Baby u can't take it. I m too big for ur mouth. Hmm next time we will try ok darling"
" I can try plz" u said with pleading eyes. U knew your mouth is small for his cock yet whats wrong with trying.
"No, my first priority is pleasuring u now lay down"
Not wanting to make things difficult u obeyed him.
Minho payed attention to u like u were the only one in his world. After the intercouse. He cleaned u with a warm towel and dressed u in his shirt.
"U ok jagi?"
"Dvsbigwv"
"Huh, was it that good"
"Hmm"
"Want more?"
"Shut up and go to sleep"
Minho laughed at ur comment and hug u admiring his artwork on your neck. The night stared with frustration but ended with love and passion.
βI was waiting for Jeonghan exactly how he had instructed. The silence of the room was heavy, pressing against my skin almost as much as the anticipation. His voice echoed in my mind like a low, haunting melody: "I will want you on the bed, on your knees, waiting patiently for your King to deliver your punishment for going against his order. You will wait for him in a blindfold and just your nightgown, wouldn't you?"
βSo here I am, wearing a silk, sheer nightgown,black in color, contrasting sharply with the paleness of my skin. The fabric is so light it feels like a whisper, shifting every time I take a shaky breath. A red silk blindfold is tied tightly over my eyes, plunging me into a world of darkness where every sound is magnified. I am spread out "eagle style" on the bed, on my knees with my butt jutted out, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The nightgown is barely covering my embarrassing, wet pussy, and the cool air of the room sends shivers down my spine. The room is only lit by the silver moonlight coming from the window, casting long shadows that I can only imagine.
βThe door opens with a slow, deliberate creak. My breath catches in my throat, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. And then, loud laughter echoes in the room. His laughter. Itβs rich, dark, and full of a terrifying amusement. I clench my thighs together, trying to hide the evidence of how much his presence affects me.
β"My, my, my... my Queen actually listened for the first time. Fuck knows how pleased I am. I would take it easy on you."
βI shake my head frantically. Even through the fear, the defiance,or perhaps the desire,flares up.
β"You don't want me to take it easy on you, Rosa?"
β"Y... yes."
βThe air whistles for a fraction of a second before a heavy spank lands on my ass. I gasp, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. I whimper, the sting blooming into a throbbing heat.
β"Did I give you permission to speak?" I shake my head, my hair brushing against my shoulders. "That's it, Rosa. Do not make a noise. You wouldn't want the guards to know that you are being punished, wouldn't you?" he rasps against the sensitive skin of my ass, his breath hot and dangerous.
βI wiggle my ass instinctively, a desperate search for comfort or perhaps more of the pain. He chuckles in delight. Suddenly, a cold, hard thing is shoved into my pussy without warning.
β"Ahh-ah!"
β"Shhh... you don't get to make a noise," he says, his voice a stern command.
βI hear the metallic click of a belt unbuckling, the leather sliding through the loops. I hear the sound of the leather snapping in the air first before registering the hit. I cry out in pleasure, my back arching. The thing inside me starts vibrating, a low hum that vibrates through my entire pelvis. I choke on my saliva, trying to stay upright.
β"Count!" he commands.
β"O... one."
βAnother slash in the air before the hit on my pussy. I fall forward on my elbows from the force, my face buried in the silk sheets. "T-t-teo."
β"What was that?" he demands, the vibrations increasing in intensity until Iβm seeing stars behind the red blindfold.
β"Two."
β"Such a good girl."
βAnother hit, this time perfectly aimed at my clit.
β"Hannn!!!"
βThree more hits land in rapid succession, directly on my pussy. The vibrations increase to a frantic pace. I start whimpering, trembling in pleasure, my pussy leaking onto the black silk beneath me.
βHe grabs my ass cheeks and spreads them apart, exposing me completely to the moonlight and his gaze. Something hot and viscous lands on my forbidden hole. My head spins as I realize it's his spit. "So fucking pink," he growls, the words thick with hunger. Five more hits land, this time on my asshole, the sting sharp and precise. This time, I didn't need his reminder to count.
βOne more hit on my back. This one is surprisingly gentle, almost like a caress after the violence of the others.
β"Fourteen," I choke out.
βHe pulls the vibrator out of my pussy and, with a firm hand, gently pushes it into my asshole. The fullness makes my eyes widen behind the silk.
β"Hann... stop," I sob, the sensory overload becoming too much.
β"Shh, my Queen." He pushes the whole vibrator in and flips me onto my back. The world tilts. Soft, mocking kisses land on my neck. I moan, my hands clutching at the sheets. That turns into a scream when he bites my collarbone, his teeth sinking in deep. I can already feel the hickey forming, a purple mark of his ownership.
βHe rips my nightgown off in one violent second, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the quiet room. The shreds remain tangled on my body as he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking loudly and greedily. This time, I manage to hold in a moan, biting my lip until I taste copper. And suddenly, the warmth disappears. He pulls away.
βI hear the slash. I hear it in the air first, then the agonizing, beautiful pain. He spanked me for the fifteenth time before my nipples could even stop aching from his mouth. The bastard spanked my nipples.
β"Ughhh, stop," I sob, my body writhing.
β"Hmm? I didn't quite catch that," he murmurs against my ear, his tone playful yet lethal.
βI sob. "Han-hann!"
βThree spanks, fast and punishing.
β"Where is the count?" he growls.
β"fuftin..si-xtin...sevten..eithin.."
β"Good girl." I whimper, totally broken under his touch. "My mistake. You are my little fucking toy Queen, aren't you?"
β"Two more to go, hmm? You can handle that? Yes, you can."
βThen the bastard grabs my nipple, stretches it out painfully, and spans the swell before hitting my nipple with the cold metal buckle of his belt. I arch my back so hard I think it might snap, writhing in pain. But is it really pain if I enjoy it? If itβs all I want?
β"Nineteen," I whisper.
βThen he repeats the process on my left boob, the metal cold and then white-hot with the impact.
β"Twenty..." I moan as I come, a violent, crashing climax brought on by nothing but the spanking and the vibrator still humming in my forbidden asshole.
β"Great... my good little fucking toy Queen. Or should I say... whore?"
βI shake my head, my voice gone. "No... no... wh-ore."
β"That's my Queen. Stand up for yourself."
βThe seconds stretch into minutes. My heart rate slows, and suddenly, my ears ring as my surroundings come back into focus. My blindfold is removed, and the sudden light makes me blink. Jeonghan's pretty, cruel face is the last thing I see before the darkness of exhaustion pulls me into a faint.
βI wake a few seconds later to the sensation of a warm tongue licking my pussy. I arch my back, moaning in pleasure. But when I try to move my hands to his hair, to pull him closer, my hands resist. I look up to see them tied securely to the bedposts with silk ropes. I look down to see my legs spread wide, my feet tied to the foot of the bed.
βThe bastard.
β"You awake, Queen?" he murmurs against my navel, licking the skin. I manage a guttural sound from the back of my throat. "Let's move on to the fucking, shall we?"
β"What?!" I try to scoot back, but the ropes hold me fast.
β"The fucking, Queen."
βThat's when I notice that he is completely naked. His very large cock is standing at attention, pulsing. And when I say large, I mean very large in girth and length, intimidating and perfect.
β"Hey, I will only fuck you if you want," he says, his eyes searching mine.
β"Fuck me, Han."
β"What?!" he chokes, surprised by my bluntness.
β"Fuck me hard. Fuck me so good I forget my own name," I whisper, offering him my pussy as best as I can in the restraints.
βFor one second, he looks flustered, his composure breaking. Then he growls, a deep, animalistic sound. "I'm gonna breed you so hard, Rosa. Gonna fill you up with my cum. You will literally look like my good little fucking toy Queen."
βThen he does exactly that.
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βThe morning light was far less forgiving than the moon had been. It poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the royal suite, harsh and golden, stinging my eyes as I slowly blinked them open. The heavy velvet curtains were pulled back just enough to expose the wreckage of the night.
βMy body felt heavy, anchored to the mattress by a dull, pulsing ache that radiated from my core to my very skin. Every time I shifted, the friction of the fine silk sheets against my raw thighs felt like a brand. I looked down, my breath hitching in my throat. My wrists were free now, but the faint, deep red rings around them were a stark reminder of the silk ropes that had bound me to my own bed.
βMy skin was a map of Jeonghanβs territorial rage. Purplish bruises were blooming on my hips where his hands had gripped me to hold me still, and the dark, angry mark on my collarbone stood out like a seal of ownership.
βGlimpses of the "fucking" flashed behind my eyelids like lightning strikes. I remembered the sheer weight of him, the way he had filled me until I felt like I would break, his crown discarded on the floor as he became something much more primal. I remembered the sound of his low, guttural growls in my ear as he followed through on his promise to breed me, demanding I forget the Princeβs name and only remember the Kingβs. He had been a storm, a force of nature that had claimed every inch of my body until I was nothing but a vessel for his seed and his fury.
βI felt a cool, sudden sensation against my lower back, making me jump.
β"Don't move, Rosa. That is a command."
βI froze. Jeonghan was sitting on the edge of the bed, a silver basin of water and a soft linen cloth in his hands. The terrifying, vengeful King from the night before was gone, replaced by a man with messy dark hair and a quiet, focused intensity. He was dressed only in his silk trousers, his bare chest showing the faint scratches I had left in my desperation.
βHe began to dab the cool cloth against the stings on my thighs. I flinched instinctively, a small, pained whimper escaping my throat.
β"I know," he murmured, his voice soft, devoid of the jagged edge it held in the dark, yet still carrying the weight of a man who brooked no defiance. "I'm sorry. I went too hard on the last few strikes. My temper got the better of me the moment I thought of his hand on your arm."
βHe moved the cloth with agonizing gentleness, cleaning away the dried salt of my tears and the remnants of the nightβs mess. It was a strange, silent ritual of the Royal house. to break the Queen in the dark and mend her in the light. When he reached my breasts, his touch lightened even further, his fingers trembling slightly as he inspected the marks where the metal buckle had bruised the delicate skin.
βA flash of genuine regret crossed his handsome face, but it was quickly masked by a dark, simmering possessiveness. He leaned down, pressing a lingering, feather-light kiss to the center of my chest, right over my heart.
β"You were so good for me," he whispered against my skin, his breath hitching. "My stubborn, brave Queen. You took it all. You learned your lesson, didn't you?"
βHe set the cloth aside and reached for a tray on the gold-leafed nightstand,warm tea infused with honey and medicinal herbs to soothe the swelling. He helped me sit up, his arm strong and steady behind my back, supporting my weight as if I were a piece of priceless, fragile porcelain that he alone was allowed to handle.
β"Drink," he commanded. This time it wasn't a threat; it was the suffocating care of a man who wanted me healthy only so he could belong to me again.
βAs I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my chest, I looked at him,really looked at him. The man who had systematically broken me down just hours ago was now the only one putting me back together. I leaned my head against his shoulder, my body finally relaxing into his strength despite the pain.
β"You're a bastard, Jeonghan," I croaked, my voice raw and ruined from screaming his name.
βHe let out a soft, genuine chuckle, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before tilting my face up to meet his dark, obsessive gaze. "And yet, you're still here. In my bed, in my palace, wearing my marks. You are a King's wife, Rosa. You were made for this... and you are mine until the day the crown falls."
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The steam in the massive, white marble shower was thick enough to create a warm, foggy universe just for the two of us. The scent of expensive sandalwood and sea salt hung heavy in the air, mixing with the heat. Jeonghan moved with a lazy, cat-like grace, his eyes dancing with a playful glint that told me he was far from finished with me.
βHe took the sponge, lathering it until it was a cloud of white foam, and began to wash me. His touch was light, almost teasing, as he traced the lines of my body. But then, his hand slipped "accidentally," or so he made it seem. His fingers brushed against my inner thigh, a feather-light touch that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
βI let out a soft, involuntary moan, my knees buckling slightly.
β"Oh?" Jeonghan murmured, his voice a low, mischievous rumble against my ear. "Did the Queen find that... interesting? I was simply trying to ensure you were clean, Rosa. Such a dirty mind you have."
βHe continued the "massage," his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles over my hips and lower back. Every touch was a calculated move, a blend of soothing pressure and deliberate provocation. Heβd knead a sore muscle with the care of a devoted husband, only to let his thumb wander just a fraction too far, grazing the sensitive skin where the heat was most intense.
βI gripped the marble ledge, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I was a mess of contradictions,aching from the night before, yet desperate for more of his touch. I looked at him through the steam, my eyes hazy with a mixture of exhaustion and rising need.
β"Jeonghan... youβre doing this on purpose," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling.
βHe let out a soft, melodic chuckle, a sound that was more delight than malice. "Doing what, my love? Iβm merely tending to my Queen. If your body chooses to react so... enthusiastically to a simple bath, who am I to judge?"
βHe leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath hot and damp. "But remember, Rosa... a Queen must always maintain her composure. If you canβt handle a little soap and water without losing your head, perhaps we need to revisit those lessons on self-control."
βHe punctuates the thought with a sudden, firm squeeze of my hip, a silent reminder of the power he held over me. It wasn't the harsh discipline of the night before; it was a playful, possessive tug-of-war, a game where he held all the cards and I was more than willing to lose.
βHe slid his hands around to the front, his palms flat against my stomach, pulling me back against the hard planes of his chest. The water cascaded over us, a warm, rhythmic beat that matched the thumping of my heart. He began to massage my abdomen, his fingers dipping just below the waterline in a way that was tantalizingly close to the center of my ache.
β"You're so tense," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "Relax for me, Rosa. Let the King take care of everything."
βHe increased the pressure, his touch becoming more focused, more intentional. He wasn't just washing me anymore; he was claiming me, one slow, deliberate stroke at a time. The mischievous glint in his eyes never wavered, a silent promise that while the punishment might be over for now, the play had only just begun.
The steam swirled around us, thick and heavy, as Jeonghan turned me back around to face the marble wall. His playful demeanor didn't vanish, but it sharpened into something more focused, more intent on seeing exactly how much I could take before I broke.
β"You're far too loud for a Queen whoβs supposed to be recovering," he chuckled, the sound vibrating against my wet shoulders.
βHe didn't reach for the sponge this time. Instead, he slid his hand down, slick with soap and the spray of the water, and reached between my legs from behind. I expected the slow, torturous massage from before, but Jeonghan was in a mischievous mood. He wanted to see me jump.
βCrack.
βThe sound of his open palm hitting my water-slicked pussy was sharp, echoing loudly off the marble tiles. I gasped, my back arching violently as the stinging heat of the slap collided with the sensitive, swollen ache of the night before. It wasn't the heavy, brutal force of the belt; it was a stinging, ringing blow that sent a shockwave of pure electricity through my entire pelvis.
β"Hann!" I cried out, my fingers slipping on the wet stone.
β"Shh," he whispered, his voice dark with amusement. "Is that any way to thank me for the attention?"
βCrack.
βAnother strike, perfectly aimed and delivered with a rhythmic precision. The cold water from the shower head rained down on us, but where his hand landed, I felt like I was being branded with fire. The sensation was overwhelmingβa jarring, pulsing mix of the sharp sting and the deep, throbbing need he had been building up all morning.
β"One more, Rosa. Just to make sure you're fully awake," he teased, his fingers grazing my clit for a split second before his palm came down again, harder this time.
βCrack.
βI let out a broken moan, my head falling forward against the cool marble. The skin there was humming, glowing with a fierce heat that made the falling water feel like ice in comparison. He didn't stop there; he immediately followed the strike by cupping me firmly, his large hand covering the entire area he had just punished.
βHe leaned into me, his chest pressing my back against the wall, and began to rub in slow, heavy circles, using the heat of the spanking to fuel a sudden, crashing climax.
β"See?" he murmured, watching my reflection in the steamed-up glass as I shook in his arms. "The King always knows exactly what his Queen needs, even when sheβs being a little too greedy for her own good."
The steam in the room had reached a fever pitch, making everything outside the glass enclosure a blur of white. Jeonghan slid down the marble wall until he was sitting on the floor of the shower, the warm water pooling around his waist. With a playful but firm tug on my hips, he pulled me down with him.
βI ended up straddling his lap, facing away from him. The heat of his skin against my back was the only thing grounding me as he reached out and used his knees to nudge my legs wide, forcing me into a position of total vulnerability. The spray from the ceiling was a constant thrum, but then I heard the click of the handheld sprayer being lifted from its cradle.
β"You've been such a vocal little thing this morning, Rosa," he whispered, his voice a low vibration against my spine. "Let's see if we can turn those protests into something else."
βHe brought the nozzle down, the jet of water focused into a narrow, high-pressure stream. He didn't aim it directly at me at first. He let the water dance along my inner thighs, the pulsing sensation making my muscles twitch and my breath hitch in anticipation.
βThen, with a mischievous chuckle, he centered the spray.
βThe water hit my clit with a jarring, intense pressure. I bolted upright, my back arching off his chest, a sharp cry trapped in my throat. It wasn't like a hand or a toy; it was a relentless, rhythmic pounding of heat and force that I couldn't escape.
β"Jeonghan! No-ha-nn!" I gasped, trying to shift my hips, but his knees were like iron, keeping me pinned wide and open for the assault.
β"Stay still, Queen," he commanded, though his tone was light, almost teasing. "This is just a deep cleaning. You wouldn't want to be anything less than perfect for the rest of the day, would you?"
βHe began to move the sprayer in tiny, agonizing circles, never letting the pressure break. The sensation was borderline torturous,a white-hot needle of pleasure that made my vision blur. Every time I thought I was about to go over the edge, heβd pull the water away for a split second, letting the air hit the sensitive skin, only to blast it again before I could catch my breath.
βI was writhing against him, my fingers clawing at his knees, my head lolling back onto his shoulder. The sound of the water hitting my flesh was the only thing I could hear, a wet, heavy thrumming that matched the frantic pace of my heart.
β"Please... I can't... it's too much!" I sobbed, the pleasure becoming a physical weight in my chest.
β"Is it?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with delight as he watched the way my body reacted to his whims. He dialed the pressure up just a notch higher, the stream of water now a vibrating blur. "I think you can handle exactly what your King gives you. In fact, I think you love it."
βHe held the spray there, steady and relentless, until my entire body went rigid. A violent, crashing climax shattered through me, my voice rising in a high, thin wail that was lost in the steam. I slumped back against him, completely undone, while he finally turned the water off and tucked the sprayer back into its hook.
βHe wrapped his arms around me, holding my trembling form to his chest as the overhead shower continued to rain down on us. "There," he whispered, kissing the top of my wet head. "Much better. Now my Queen is properly settled."
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The silence that followed my climax lasted only a heartbeat before the metallic click of the sprayer echoed against the marble again. Before I could even draw a full breath, the jet of water slammed back into me,this time at full, punishing pressure.
βI shrieked, my body jolting so hard I nearly slipped from his lap, but Jeonghanβs arms were like bands of steel around my waist. He didn't just hold me; he locked me against him, his knees forcing my legs even wider until I was completely exposed to the relentless, vibrating force of the water.
β"Jeonghan! Stop! Itβs....itβs too much!" I sobbed, my voice cracking.
βThe water was a focused needle of white-hot intensity, aimed directly at my swollen, hyper-sensitive clit. After the previous peak, every nerve ending was screaming, raw and overstimulated. The pressure didn't just feel like water anymore; it felt like a solid, thrumming weight that was drilling into me.
β"Stay," he growled, the playfulness in his voice replaced by a dark, fascinated intensity. He didn't move the nozzle an inch. He kept it pinned right on the center of my ache, watching with hooded eyes as my skin turned a deep, angry red under the assault.
βI was writhing, my hips bucking in a desperate, frantic attempt to escape the sensation, but there was nowhere to go. I was trapped between the cold marble floor, his iron grip, and the merciless spray. My vision began to swim, the steam and the roar of the water blurring into a haze of sensory overload.
β"Look at you," he murmured, leaning forward so his lips brushed my soaking wet ear. "So sensitive. So worked up that you canβt even hold yourself up."
βMy clit felt twice its size, pulsing and throbbing under the direct hit. The pleasure had long since crossed the line into something jagged and agonizing. I was choking on my own gasps, my head thrashing from side to side as my body tried to process the sheer volume of input. I was coming again-not a clean, sharp peak, but a messy, dragging series of tremors that wouldn't stop because the water wouldn't stop.
β"Please, Han... Iβm going to... Iβm going to break..." I whimpered, my fingers clawing uselessly at his forearms.
β"Let it break, Rosa," he commanded, his grip tightening as he felt the tremors rack my frame.
βHe kept the spray there through a second, then a third wave of overstimulated release. My body was shaking so violently I couldn't even form words anymore, just high, thin sounds of pure distress and ecstasy. Only when my muscles finally went completely limp, my head falling back against his chest in a dead faint of exhaustion, did he finally click the water off.
βThe sudden silence was deafening. He tossed the sprayer aside, the heavy thud echoing in the steam, and simply held me. He tucked my head under his chin, his hand stroking my wet hair as I trembled in the aftermath of the sensory war he had just won.
β"There," he whispered, his voice possessive and low. "Now youβre exactly where I want you."
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The steam had begun to thin slightly as the water temperature leveled out, leaving the air heavy and sweet with the scent of sandalwood. Jeonghan remained seated on the marble floor, his long legs stretched out around me, holding me in the curve of his body. The aggressive spray of the handheld nozzle was gone, replaced by the gentle, rhythmic patter of the overhead rain.
βHis movements had shifted from the frantic intensity of a few moments ago to something agonizingly slow. His hand, large and warm, slid back between my thighs. His fingers were slick with a mixture of water and expensive oil, and he began to massage my pussy with a tenderness that was almost more frustrating than the overstimulation had been. He traced the swollen contours of my skin, his thumb moving in lazy, soothing circles around my clit, calming the fire he had ignited.
βI was still trembling, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, my wet hair plastering to his skin.
β"Youβre a monster," I whispered, my voice a raspy shadow of its usual self. "A complete and utter bastard, Jeonghan."
βHe chuckled, the sound vibrating through my spine. His fingers didn't stop their rhythmic work, dipping shallowly inside me before pulling back to swirl against the entrance. "And yet, you look so peaceful now, my Queen. Almost... grateful."
β"Grateful?" I bit my lip as a fresh wave of heat rolled through me from his thumb's pressure. I reached back, my fingers tangling in his damp hair, tugging just hard enough to make him hiss. "Don't get too comfortable on that throne. Iβm going to get back at you for this. Iβll make sure youβre the one begging for mercy next time."
βJeonghanβs hand stilled for a second, his eyes darkening as he looked at our reflection in the fogged-up glass. A slow, mischievous smirk spread across his face. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of my neck.
β"Is that a threat, Rosa? Or a promise?"
β"Itβs a vow," I croaked, trying to find my dignity despite being completely undone on his lap. "Iβll find your weakness. Iβll make you forget youβre a King. Youβll be nothing but a toy in my hands, and I won't stop until youβre shaking just as hard as I am right now."
βHe let out a low, appreciative hum, his hand resuming its massage but with a bit more pressure, a bit more intent. He spread me wider with his other hand, exposing me to the warm rain and his searching gaze.
β"I look forward to it," he murmured against my skin. "But for now, youβre still under my care. And Iβm not quite finished making sure you remember exactly who put that look on your face."
βI let out a frustrated moan, my body betraying me as I arched back into his touch once more. I might have been making threats, but as his fingers worked their magic in the quiet of the steam, we both knew who was currently in control.
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The palace was unnervingly silent, the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears and made your heartbeat sound deafening. I was going through the reports of palace,when Aless appeared, her expression unreadable.
"Your Majesty," she said, bowing low.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice hardening despite myself.
"His Highness has arrived," Aless said slowly, her gaze flickering toward the corridor. "King Jeonghan of Ithicana⦠he brought his guard. They are in the Office, awaiting you to sign the agreement with His Majesty, your father."
"Alrightβ¦ Iβm coming," I whispered, my fingers brushing the edge of the doorframe as if it could anchor me. Aless left silently, her footsteps swallowed by the darkness.
The corridor felt endless. Shadows stretched like fingers across the marble floor. When I reached the Office, the heavy doors loomed before me like a warning. I took a deep breath, knocked and pushed them open.
Inside, the room was dimly lit. The flickering candlelight cast long, uneven shadows across the walls. And there he was. Jeonghan.
Tall, composed, and impossibly poised, but with the weight of his guards flanking him, every movement precise and alert. His dark eyes scanned the room, and for a moment, I felt like a trespasser caught in someone elseβs carefully guarded world.
"Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly, but there was a coldness in his tone I hadnβt expected. "I apologize for arriving early. I trust thisβ¦ does not inconvenience you."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "Noβ¦ itβsβ¦ fine,though you did interrupted my thoughts. " I jokingly whispered.
Behind him, the guards shifted slightly, metal clinking softly. I couldnβt help but notice how silently they moved, their eyes sharp and calculating, like predators. My hand instinctively went to the edge of my skirt as if to hide myself.
"My daughter, Princess Roseanne,my Annie. " my father said from across the table, his voice authoritative but tired, "let us proceed."
The air felt thick, almost suffocating. I could sense the tension coil around the room like a living thing. Jeonghan moved toward the table, his expression unreadable, and seated himself with a calculated grace. His eyes met mine briefly and I shivered, unsure if it was fear, fascination, or both. ππΆπ΄π΅?
The agreement lay before us, papers stamped with royal seals. The quill awaited my signature. Each of us,my father, Jeonghan, and I,were caught in a moment suspended between duty and dread.
"Shall we begin?" Jeonghan asked, his voice low and calm, yet carrying an almost predatory undertone. The shadows of the guards behind him seemed to stretch taller, merging with the dark corners of the room.
I nodded, my fingers brushing the parchment. My heart thudded in my chest like a warning drum. Tonight, nothing felt safe. And yet, I couldnβt tear my eyes away from him. Something about his presenceβ¦ unnerving, magnetic, commanding.
The first stroke of the quill against the paper echoed in the room, louder than it should have. The candle flames flickered, casting his sharp features in a way that made him look almost⦠dangerous.
And I realized, with a chill creeping down my spine, that this marriage, this agreement, might be far more perilous than I had ever imagined.
The quill hovered over the parchment, and every tick of the grandfather clock seemed deafening. My fatherβs eyes were sharp, unyielding, like he was measuring my resolve,or my fear.
Jeonghanβs gaze, however, was far colder, yet strangely magnetic. The flicker of candlelight made his features sharp, almost unreal, and I felt the pull of something I couldnβt name.
"Princess Roseanne," my father said, his tone clipped, "sign here."
I placed my hand on the quill, fingers trembling. The ink felt heavier than usual, as if it carried the weight of the kingdom. I signed.
Jeonghan didnβt move immediately. He simply watched, his eyes dark, unreadable, the guards behind him silent sentinels of steel and shadow.
When he finally signed, the sound of the quill scratching against paper echoed in the silent room like a drumbeat.
"It is done," he said, his voice soft but commanding. "The alliance⦠and our bond⦠are sealed."
I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the gravity of what had just happened. The King of Valeria nodded, satisfied, but my attention was caught by Jeonghan. He stood and approached, each step precise, almost predatory, yet the air around him felt electric.
"Princess Roseanne," he said, his hand extending toward me, gloved, formal,but impossibly intimate in the way it hovered near my own. "Shall we⦠fulfill the other part of our agreement?"
My breath hitched. I had expected a cold, distant ceremony later, but⦠here, now, in the candlelit Office, the reality of our marriage pressed on me. I nodded, unable to speak.
The guards didnβt move, yet the room felt charged, tense as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
Jeonghan took my hand gently, guiding me toward a small, ornate canopy that had been prepared hastily but beautifully, candles flickering like ghosts around us.
"I vow to honor this bond, Princess," he said, voice low, intimate, and terrifyingly sincere. "No matter the darkness that comes, I⦠will not break it."
I swallowed my fear, my pulse wild, and whispered, "I⦠vow the same, Your Highness."
A soft exchange of rings followed, the gold cold and heavy on my finger. Every touch, every glance from him made the room feel smaller, more intense, almost claustrophobic with the weight of expectation,and something darker, thrilling, dangerous lurking beneath.
We were announced Husband and wife. We didn't kiss. I m sad
When it was over, Jeonghan released my hand but his gaze never left mine. The guards shifted slightly, and for a moment, I realized we were entirely alone in the tension of this new bond. A marriage sealed not by warmth, but by shadows, duty, and the strange gravity between us.
As I looked into his eyes, I understood: this would not be a safe, ordinary marriage. It would be a nightmarish, intoxicating journey where fear, power, and something dangerously close to desire would intertwine.
And somehow, I knewβ¦ I wouldnβt have wanted it any other way.
"Please take care of my lovely daughter, Your grace. She is my life. She is the hope in my life."Father says to Jeonghan, who nods and smile in return saying, " I will take great care of her, " father smiles.
"Give me some grandchildren, too. "
"Father....! " I whisper shout.
But he just chuckles. I'm probably as red as a tomato. Jeonghan looks at me in wonder. I shyly look down.
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The carriage wheels clattered against the cobblestones of Ithicana as we rode through the night, the moon hidden behind a veil of clouds. The palace walls rose before us, cold and formidable, like a silent sentinel. The guards flanking us were silent, shadows among shadows, their presence a reminder that this kingdom was not a place for mistakes,or mercy.
Jeonghan sat across from me, his posture straight, regal, yet his gaze kept flicking to me. I felt exposed under his dark, appraising eyes, the weight of our new bond pressing down like the walls of the carriage itself.
"Your hand is cold," he remarked softly, his voice cutting through the silence.Taking my hand in his.
I glanced at him, startled. "I⦠I guess I am," I whispered, trying to hide the tremor that ran through me.
He leaned slightly closer, the candlelight from the carriage flickering across his sharp features. "Do you fear me, Princess Roseanne?"
I hesitated, unsure how to answer. There was something about his presence,commanding, almost dangerous,that made my chest tighten. "β¦A little," I admitted finally, voice barely audible.
A slow, almost predatory smile curved his lips. "Good," he said softly. "Fear⦠can be useful."
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We arrived at the Ithicana palace, and the guards escorted us silently to our chambers. The hallways were dark, vast, and echoing, the torches casting long, twisting shadows across the stone walls. Every step felt heavy, like the weight of centuries pressing down.
When the chamber doors closed behind us, it was as if the outside world ceased to exist. The room was dimly lit by a single chandelier, and the flickering candlelight cast Jeonghanβs sharp silhouette against the far wall.
I swallowed hard. "It⦠feels strange," I whispered. "Being here⦠alone with you."
He stepped closer, silent, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Yes," he said, voice low, measured. "Strange, and⦠necessary. This is how it begins. Ithicana may seem cold to you, but it watches, it tests⦠it shapes those who dwell here."
I shivered. "And us?"
His lips curved in a slow, enigmatic smile. "We are⦠part of it now. Bound not only by law but by circumstance, by shadow, by necessity."
I felt the air between us thicken. The silence was almost suffocating, charged with unspoken rules and the uncharted territory of our marriage. He studied me as if weighing every word, every breath.
"You donβt have to speak unless you wish," he murmured. "But I want to know youβ¦ Princess Roseanne. Even in the darkness."
I met his gaze, and for a moment, the fear and tension didnβt feel like chains,they felt like a dangerous kind of tether. I could feel the thrill beneath the dread, the pull of something dark, commanding, and intimate.
"Iβ¦ I donβt know where to begin," I admitted, voice soft.
"Then begin with your fear," he whispered. "Let it guide you⦠and maybe, just maybe, let me guide you through it."
The shadows of the chamber seemed to lean closer, listening. The guards outside were silent sentinels, the palace itself a witness. And in that dimly lit room, for the first time since our marriage, I felt the strange mixture of dread, fascination, and dangerous attraction that bound us together.
Tonight, Ithicana was alive with shadows. And in those shadows, we would learn the rules of our new life,together, and only together.
The night in Ithicana had been quiet, almost too quiet, but I slept fitfully, aware of the shadow of Jeonghanβs presence even in the darkness. The guards had stayed outside our chamber, silent and vigilant, and I had felt the weight of the palace,of this new life,pressing in around me.
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Morning came with the pale light of dawn filtering through the tall windows. Jeonghan rose first, regal even in the soft morning glow, adjusting the fine fabric of his robe. I watched him silently, my chest tightening at the memory of last night,the tension, the closeness, the unspoken dominance he carried effortlessly.
But there was no time for lingering thoughts. Today was my coronation. The palace buzzed with activity, the air thick with anticipation and tension. Courtiers moved swiftly, attendants fussed over my gowns, and the scent of flowers filled the grand hall.
Jeonghan walked beside me silently as I entered the throne room, his hand lightly brushing the small of my back ,a reminder of the bond that tied us, a subtle warning to anyone who dared to look too closely.
βPrincess Roseanne,β My husband said, his voice proud yet formal. βIt is time.β
The ceremony passed in a blur of silk, jewels, and solemn vows. The crown rested upon my head, heavy and gleaming, a symbol not only of my power but of my obligations. Jeonghan remained at my side, calm, controlled, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny even beneath the ceremonial smile I forced for the court.
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A few months later, life in Ithicana had settled into a rhythm,one of etiquette, responsibility, and⦠subtle tensions.
I had grown fond of the palace, of its quiet corridors and shadowed chambers.
We slept in the same bed but he came late and left early. Even before I woke. Never touching me.
And I had grown unexpectedly close to Jeonghanβs younger brother, Ahyun,a charming, mischievous presence who teased me in a way that made me laugh despite myself.
One afternoon, we were walking through the private gardens, sunlight filtering through the leaves. Ahyun had just whispered some ridiculous story about the palace cats, and I had laughed, leaning into him in amusement.
I didnβt notice Jeonghan approaching until his cold, precise voice cut through the laughter:
βYour grace, Roseanne,β he said, his tone calm but icy, carrying a warning beneath it. I froze, turning to see him standing behind me, his eyes dark and unreadable. The guards fell back subtly, leaving only the three of us in the golden light.
I tried to hide my nervousness. βYes, Your Highness?β
He stepped closer, the air around him thickening, charged. βI have noticed yourβ¦ fondness for Ahyun,β he said slowly, each word deliberate. βI will not tolerate impropriety.β
Ahyun left, before hearing him but Jeonghan didnβt flinch. His gaze pierced me, heavy with authority and something far more dangerous,possessiveness.
βIf you do not keep your distance from other men,β he continued, his voice low, almost a growl, βI will ensure you are punished. And you will find my definition of punishmentβ¦ unforgettable.β
I felt a shiver run down my spine. The garden, the sun, the laughter,all of it seemed to vanish, leaving only the sharp, magnetic presence of Jeonghan, the king who had claimed me.
I swallowed, nodding, my heart hammering. βIβ¦ understand,β I whispered.
He stepped back, but the intensity of his warning lingered, shadowing the air between us. Ahyun gave me a nervous smile, but I knew better than to meet his eyes,Jeonghanβs warning had left its mark.
And in that moment, I understood clearly: in Ithicana, I was bound not only by duty and crown, but by the dark, unwavering control of my husband,a control I had learned to fearβ¦ and, in ways I didnβt fully understand, obey.
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I had thought I could slip away, just a fleeting laugh with Ahyun in the garden, a moment of lightness. But I underestimated him. I was just teasing him.
A firm hand on my arm spun me around before I could even react. Jeonghanβs eyes were dark, sharp, and unyielding. One hand braced against the stone wall near my head, pinning me in place, while the other slid slowly, deliberately, over my waist. The heat of his body pressed me against the cold marble, and I felt my breath catch.
βI told you,β he murmured, low and dangerous, lips barely brushing my ear. βDo not test me.β
I struggled, shoving lightly against him, trying to break free. βJeonghan, stop!β I snapped, but even as I said it, my voice trembled.
His hand tightened slightly at my wrist, pinning my resisting arm against the wall. βYou can struggle all you want,β he whispered, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips, βbut it wonβt change anything.β
The other hand glided along my side, teasing the curve of my waist, brushing the swell of my breast, ever so lightly. I stiffened, heart hammering, and tried to step back,but he pressed closer, deliberately, pressing me fully against him. This was the first time he was touching me like this. Intimately.
βYouβre mine,β he said, voice low, commanding, each word laced with something that made my pulse spike. βAnd you will remember that, Queen Roseanne.β
I tried to twist, to push, to act defiant, but he held me fast. One hand gripped my wrists with unyielding strength, the other tracing the edge of my ribs and waist, teasing, stopping just short of crossing the line. My breath came in short, uneven gasps, cheeks burning, body on edge.
βYou can fight me,β he whispered, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his chest, βbut you wonβt win. Not today.β
I shivered and tried to pull my hand free again, and this time he let out a low, amused chuckle, the sound vibrating against my ear. βSo spirited,β he murmured. βI like that. But Iβll teach you what happens when you overstep, little Queen. β
The teasing continued,his fingers ghosting over my waist, the curve of my chest, lingering just long enough to make my pulse race, yet never crossing. My attempts to fight him only made him tighten his hold slightly, pressing me into the wall, letting me feel his control in every motion. He snuggled his face in the crook of my neck. Pressing a wet kiss. Really, really wet kiss. It made a loud sound in the hallway. I moaned.
He Smirked and Finally, he released my hand, letting me stumble slightly back, though his gaze never left me. The tension hung heavy, charged, almost suffocating. βDo not forget,β he said, voice low, commanding. βOne wrong step, one lapseβ¦ and I decide what punishment means.β
I nodded, swallowing hard, heart racing in my chest. The flush of embarrassment, fear, and something thrillingly forbidden coursed through me. I had tested him, and he had reminded me,reminded me that in Ithicana, I was not just a Queen, I was his.
And beneath that fear⦠a strange, dangerous thrill pulsed.
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The days passed in Ithicana like a slow, suffocating storm. Three days of whispered tension, stolen glances, and constant reminders of Jeonghanβs control.
Everywhere I went, I could feel him,watching. The slightest interaction with anyone, even a smile toward Ahyun, drew his piercing gaze. He didnβt speak much during the day, but the quiet was heavier than any words could be. Every room, every corridor, seemed to echo with the memory of our last encounter,the cold press of his body, the teasing trace of his hands, the weight of his warning.
I tried to act normal, to laugh with Ahyun, to pretend the teasing, possessive threat wasnβt at the back of my mind. But it was impossible. Every smile felt like a spark ready to ignite. Every laugh felt like a dare.
By the third night, the palace seemed quieter than usual, the corridors bathed in pale moonlight that cast long, shifting shadows across the walls. I had just settled into my chambers, the candlelight flickering across the soft folds of my gown, when a shadow fell across the doorway.
Jeonghan entered, silent as always, the guards lingering near the door like dark sentinels. But it was him, the air around him charged, commanding, dangerous.
βYour grace, Roseanne,β he said softly, but there was an edge beneath the words that made my stomach clench. He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat of him even before he reached me.
βI have noticed yourβ¦ disregard for my warning these past three days,β he murmured, dark eyes glinting in the candlelight. βYou have not forgotten, have you?β
I shook my head quickly, trying to steady my racing heart. βN-No, Your Highnessβ¦β My voice faltered under his stare, the memory of his hands, the wall, and the teasing still burning against my skin.
He closed the distance between us, the air tightening around us. One hand brushed lightly over my waist,not the teasing stroke of before, but a reminder of the power he wielded. βYou will be punished tonight,β he whispered, his voice low, intimate, and terrifying. βFor yourβ¦ insolentness.β
I swallowed hard, a shiver running through me. The word alone carried weight, promise, and danger. I nodded, breathless.
βDo not disobey me , do not test me,β he added, stepping back just enough to let the shadows claim him again. βTonightβ¦ I decide what discipline means.β
The guards remained silently near the door, but it felt like the entire palace had fallen into a hush. I stood frozen, pulse hammering, body still tingling from his closeness, aware that in just a few hours, the night would belong to him entirely.
And in that moment, I realized⦠fear, desire, and the sharp thrill of his control were all impossibly intertwined.
I was his.
And tonight⦠I would find out exactly what that meant.
"What are you waiting for...? " jeonghan rasps in my ear, I didn't even know when he got behind me.
"What should I do.? " I ask.
" I will want you on the bed, on your knees, waiting patiently for your king to deliver your punishment for going against his order. You will wait for him in a blindfold and just your night gown, wouldn't you? "He licks my ear and then bit it hard.
"Yes..., "
"Yes what? " jeonghan spanks my ass.
I yelp.
Three more spanks. Hard.
"Say it.."
"Yes, sir? "
"Why was that a question, Queen Roseanne? " he growls in my ear.
" I will wait for you ,sir."I whisper more confident.
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Not proofread . Apologies for the delay. The story was long so I decided to divide it. Hope you like it π€
"What is it? " I ask. " His highness is calling for you, your soon to be husband, King Jeonghan of Ithicana, is here. They are in the Office to sign the agreement".
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" ughhh, stop," I sob.
" hmm? , I didn't quite catch that. " he murmurs against my ear.
I hear the slash in the air first, than get the pain. He spanked me for the 15th time.
I sob. "Han- hann! "
Three spanks fast.
" where is the count? "He growls.
"1--1--5, 16,17---7, 1--8--8".
"Good girl. "
"My mistake, My good little fucking toy queen".
I whimper.
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"Pregnant".
"I'm fucking pregnant".
We didn't plan this, hell we don't even like each other...
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"What is it? " I ask. " His highness is calling for you, your soon to be husband, King Jeonghan of Ithicana, is here. They are in the Office to sign the agreement".
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" ughhh, stop," I sob.
" hmm? , I didn't quite catch that. " he murmurs against my ear.
I hear the slash in the air first, than get the pain. He spanked me for the 15th time.
I sob. "Han- hann! "
Three spanks fast.
" where is the count? "He growls.
"1--1--5, 16,17---7, 1--8--8".
"Good girl. "
"My mistake, My good little fucking toy queen".
I whimper.
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"Pregnant".
"I'm fucking pregnant".
We didn't plan this, hell we don't even like each other...
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Sorry guys for the delay. Had some family problem. π
U didn't meant to stare but minho was sitting there all pretty doing a live, entertaining stays but ignoring ur needy hungry stares. U finished ur period yesterday and now u were ovulating and he knows but he was acting all innocent yet smug at the same time. U tried ur best to get his attention but he was being a complete handsome jerk. So u knew what u had to do to get his attention.
Minho was completely obvious to ur stares wanting him but he wanted u to say it, to say that u want, no need him like an ocean needs fishes. He didn't know what u were going to do when u disappeared into the bedroom but minho knew something was about to happen so he ended the live like a devil and waited for u to come back so he can give u what u want. After a while u came back into what he didn't expect.
A dark purple lingerie. Showing off your big breast, swell pressed against the fabric. The pantie cradling your dripping pussy. The silver waist chain inviting him to commit many unholy sins. The garters inviting him to lick your milkey thigh. This was the new lingerie set u bought, wanting him to see on a special occasion but his ignoring got the best of u that u had to pull this move. Minho's reaction was worth looking. The parted lips Turing into a smirk. Eyes filling with lust yet containg love. U stood still in the doorway inviting him. Finally after a pregnant silence u said,
"Like what u see". With a smirk.
"No,loving what i see". Minho replied taking ur figure in. U were a goddamn God's gift. With perfect milky skin, grey orbs , white hair and on top of that a hourglass body figure. Every man's dream yet here u were, his and only his.
Minho leaned back against the couch. Smirking like a cocky bastard." Will u come now?". U said.
"Where?". Minho replied.
"Minhoooooooo,get the fuck here". U whined.sulking like child . But to minho u were bouncing ur perfect tits.
"No jagi, if u want it,come get it"
U stood there , frustration getting the best of u. So u decided to do what u thought earlier. U lunged onto his lap,making a little bounce. But thet cocky bastard, smirking held ur waist firmly,fingers dangling into ur chain.
"Baby u look fucking delicious, u want something than do it, ride my fucking thigh like u want to ,i will not help until u tell me"
U did what he asked, riding his thigh. Slow at first hands on his shoulder, mouth on his. Kissing sloppily. Minho on the other hand leaned back against the sofa hands on the backrest of the sofa watching u chase ur orgasm. U knew u can't cum without his help. And u knew that he knew yet he wasn't helping. Hell u asked him to do his work.
"Min....ahhh...ahh..I can't i can't plz ahhhh.."
"What baby"
"Ahhhh plz help"
"Oh baby let me take care of u"
With that he held u up leaving a space between his thigh and ur cunt. Removing ur pantie, and putting a vibrator into ur dripping and aching pussy. He settled u back onto his thigh now ur cunt directly pressing onto his thigh. He pulled ur garters and left it, making u Hiss when it lands onto ur thigh with aloud smack.
"Jagi u ready".asked minho.
U moaned"hmm"
He turned on the vibrator on the highest speed making u jump. "Oh fuck Min, slow down"
"Hmm? Baby u can take it"
He held ur waist, mouth on the collar bone making love bites. With making u ride his thigh. The double intensity making ur orgasm approach faster on top of that his free hand massaging ur boob while he mouthing the other one which is still covered with the bra.
Ur moans keep getting louder and louder indicating ur approaching orgasm. He turned off the vibrator and ur movements just before ur orgasm.
"Fucking lee minhooo" u let out a sharp scream.
"Shhh!" Minho said and lifted u and start walking towards the bedroom. He gently places u on the bed and start removing his clothes.
U helped him removing his pants. U wanted to do something u hadn't tried before so u asked him.
"Min?"
"Yeah"
"I want to... want to..."
"What baby? Hmm?"
"Suck your dick" u murmured.
Minho stilled. He took ur face in his hands caressing.
"Baby u can't take it. I m too big for ur mouth. Hmm next time we will try ok darling"
" I can try plz" u said with pleading eyes. U knew your mouth is small for his cock yet whats wrong with trying.
"No, my first priority is pleasuring u now lay down"
Not wanting to make things difficult u obeyed him.
Minho payed attention to u like u were the only one in his world. After the intercouse. He cleaned u with a warm towel and dressed u in his shirt.
"U ok jagi?"
"Dvsbigwv"
"Huh, was it that good"
"Hmm"
"Want more?"
"Shut up and go to sleep"
Minho laughed at ur comment and hug u admiring his artwork on your neck. The night stared with frustration but ended with love and passion.
U didn't meant to stare but minho was sitting there all pretty doing a live, entertaining stays but ignoring ur needy hungry stares. U finished ur period yesterday and now u were ovulating and he knows but he was acting all innocent yet smug at the same time. U tried ur best to get his attention but he was being a complete handsome jerk. So u knew what u had to do to get his attention.
Minho was completely obvious to ur stares wanting him but he wanted u to say it, to say that u want, no need him like an ocean needs fishes. He didn't know what u were going to do when u disappeared into the bedroom but minho knew something was about to happen so he ended the live like a devil and waited for u to come back so he can give u what u want. After a while u came back into what he didn't expect.
Plz ignore my little mistakes π it's my first time writing so if u want to give advices u can give but plz be respectfull If u want to be added on the taglist, comment and try to express ur happiness to the fic and if u want u can request βΊοΈ π
U didn't meant to stare but minho was sitting there all pretty doing a live, entertaining stays but ignoring ur needy hungry stares. U finished ur period yesterday and now u were ovulating and he knows but he was acting all innocent yet smug at the same time. U tried ur best to get his attention but he was being a complete handsome jerk. So u knew what u had to do to get his attention.
Minho was completely obvious to ur stares wanting him but he wanted u to say it, to say that u want, no need him like an ocean needs fishes. He didn't know what u were going to do when u disappeared into the bedroom but minho knew something was about to happen so he ended the live like a devil and waited for u to come back so he can give u what u want. After a while u came back into what he didn't expect.
Plz ignore my little mistakes π it's my first time writing so if u want to give advices u can give but plz be respectfull If u want to be added on the taglist, comment and try to express ur happiness to the fic and if u want u can request βΊοΈ π
