not really a request tbh but sub!bp!hyunjin x dom!reader x dom!minho x dom!chan…
all three of them taking each hole at once. maybe dollification? or even free use..😫😫
ugh I can't-
and Minho is a little subby for reader🫣🫣
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Oh this idea is SO hot 😮💨I decided to make it a fic cause...oml
Sub!bp!Hyujin x Dom!Chan x Switch!LeeKnow x Dom!M!Reader
Cw: foursome// slightly subby lino// boypussy// anal// blowjobs// this was taken place before hyunjin buzzed off his hair// degradation (use of word slut)// mentions of sub!chan// unprotected sex// face fucking// deepthroating// gagging// cumming in face// cumming inside// hair pulling// dumbification
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You were all so relentless. Taking out every bit of frustration out on poor jinnie. You're laying on your back, fucking your cock up into his squelching pussy. Lino behind him fucking his ass whilst chan had a fist full of his hair, fucking his throat. So many lewd sounds filled the room. The skin slapping against skin, the wet noises from his sloppy destroyed pussy, the gags that come from hyunjin as he takes chans cock into his throat mixed with his muffled cries and moans.
You've not been going at it very long, but for hyunjin, it feels like hours. You decide to swap positions around as it was becoming more difficult to thrust up into him since he's so limp. You kept lino in the same place as his favourite part to fuck hyunjin was his ass. So you lifted hyunjin up and off your cock, his wetness dripping out of him once he's empty. Sliding yourself out as you tell lino to hold onto hyunjin tight so he doesn't topple forward. Min wraps his arms tightly around jinnies torso so he's flush against his chest as chan lays down into your previous position.
You help hyunjin to straddle chan. He moves with shaky legs, hovering over chans cock before slowly sinking onto it. He's a little smaller than you are, so it was a little relieving for hyun after being split open by you. But that doesn't mean he can't use it well. Almost instantly, chan begins to fuck up into hyunjin, giving him no time to adjust. Hyunjin slumps forward as lino tries his best to hold him up as much as he can, but losing some strength due to how sensitive his cock is becoming to feel.
His hips beginning to falter a little as he struggles to keep his pace. "Don't cum yet min, we're only half way through" you demand. "I'm trying." He softly says as he resorts to slow thrusts to make him last longer. You huff before roughly gripping hyuns hair to make him look at you. He's so fucking ruined. His makeup now smudged and streaming down his face from his tears, his neck and ears deep red in colour, his eyes glossed over and lips wet and red raw from him biting them so much. He can barely even look you in the eyes he's so dizzy, his whole body jerking from the relentless pace from chans cock pounding him. His jaw slacks and his tongue sticks out, begging to feel the weight of your cock on it. "Dirty little slut" you growl, slapping your cock onto his tongue before wasting no time to force your cock down his throat.
His eyes widen as he gags and sputters. Chans grip of jinnies ass is tight as he lets out his own grunts and moans. Hyunjins squeezing so tightly around both Min and Chan. He knows how to make a man cum fast. It's amusing for you to see this side of Chan and Min, they're both so submissive with you but since you had ordered them to help out with jinnie since he was acting like a needy slut the whole day, they did as they were told and switched completely. Especially lino, who seems like his facade is faltering, which isn't unusual. Chans always been better and keeping up the act, he can hold out and stay strong if it means pleasing you in the end. But min doesn’t manage quite as easily, his cock is VERY sensitive so too much will make him crumble.
"Come on Minnie baby you're better than that" you say, watching as he's now bent over, face buried into hyunjins back as he pathetically humps him. "I just wanna cum...please...can't take it" He softly murmurs. You grin loving the way he melts from your voice. "You can cum but don't complain when you can't do anything but watch" you say.
With your permission he speeds his thrusts up, grabbing onto hyunjins hips and fucking him as with the last bit of energy he has. Hyunjins begins to sob around you cock as both his holes are being abused. It isn't long before min cums deep inside of him, panting and gripping onto hyun tightly.
You pull yourself out of hyunjins mouth with a pop and move min out the way. He moves to lay next to chan, completely spent. "Chan, come here" you say sternly. He instantly stops his movements and pulls out of jinnie.
He moves himself into the spot behind hyun as you move back in front of him. You give chan the go ahead as he slides his cock in from behind. Hyunjin just lays there bent over all limp as he whines. Chan start up again with his harsh pace again whilst you sit there admiring the view. Taking a peek to your left to see min who's fighting back sleep which makes you chuckle a little.
You turn your attention back to hyun as you call out his name softly "hyunjinnie~" you laugh, he looks so worn out and pathetic it's adorable. "Jinnie~ lift your head up baby, help me cum baby" you say. He's too limp and weak to even make an attempt to do so, so chan reaches forward before aggressive gripping his hair and forcing his head up to be in level with your cock. "Don't be a brat and listen to him" chan growls into his ear which you can't help but grin at. You like this side to him, it's so different and very sexy.
You brush your tip against his lips to make him open up for you. He sobs before opening back up, his jaw becoming sore from having it open for so long. You work your cock into his throat, rocking your hips back and forth smoothly. You can hear chans moans becoming slightly higher in pitch signalling that's he's close to cumming. His fingers digging into hyuns hips as his thrusts become erratic. Hyunjins squeezes tightly around him before they both finish at the same time. Hyuns legs are quivering so much, about to give out.
You pull your cock out his mouth before shooting your load onto his fucked out face. He immediately collapses down onto the bed, so tired and spent. You chuckle at how pretty he looks like this, such a mess and already half asleep. You and chan will make sure to give him the best aftercare. Probably not lino since he's knocked out already...
Synopsis:
Minho had everything under control. At least, that's what he liked to portray to those around him. But she saw through it, leaving him with no other choice but to get away from her. The question is, will he be able to resist his urges enough to stay away?
Pairing: Dom!Minho x Fem!Reader
Genre: Porn w/o plot, angst
Word count: 3.7k
Angst. Semi-established relationship. Mutual pining. Porn without plot. Light BDSM. D/S dynamics. Orgasm control. Edging. Fingering (female receiving). Oral (female receiving). Penetration. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap). Breath play. Corruption kink. Nicknames like "goddess," "gorgeous," "baby/ babe" & "good girl." Slight degradation. Praise kink. Healthy communication. Aftercare. Third person POV.
A/n: I'm not a native english speaker and I spell like a rake so grammatical errors and spelling errors are bound to be found.
Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ only.
This is an original work. Do not repost, re-upload or otherwise redistribute.
Minho took a deep breath, letting the bitter-sweet scent of the freshly brewed coffee overflow his senses as he brought the cup closer to his face. His muscles relaxed as he released his breath. The late summer breeze provided a feeling of familiarity and comfort as it seeped through the fabric of his white shirt, clinging to his shape. The warm rays of the afternoon sun gently hugged the skin on his arms.
He despised days like this one. Days that should be relaxing. Days he had set aside to allow himself some peace of mind, to free himself of everyday stress and obligations. Instead, he found himself lost in the sounds in his mind. The overwhelming onslaught of thoughts clouding his senses. Tightly squeezing his chest like a hydraulic press.
His heart ached longingly at the thought of her. Her image, breathtaking and pure, stuck in the back of his mind. She had been the first person to see him for who he truly was. The first to acknowledge his flaws, while still embracing the entirety of his being with the tender touch of a fated lover. Her affection was kind, profound and it downright terrified him. Never before had he felt such a strong connection to another. Nevertheless, her attachment often proved too much for him to handle. Before, he had always managed to come back to his senses, but this time was different. He had promised himself to stay away. Drained by the confusing emotions the outside had brought, he had confined himself to his apartment.
He didn’t need her, not really. He kept repeating the words over and over in his mind. The security she offered was something he could only ever hope to receive long term, after all.
He took another sip from his cup, letting his body melt into the cushiony pillows of his outdoor lounge chair. His attempt to drown out the ringing in his ears proved futile, leading him to concentrate on the velvety fabric beneath him instead.
< Bzzt >
The sudden buzz of his phone jolted him out of his new-found comfort. He took a breath through gritted teeth as he swiped down on his phone screen to read the notification.
[ Missed call: You have 8 missed call(s) from “Goddess.” ]
[ Voicemail: You have 1 missed voicemail(s). ]
“Stupid goddess…” he muttered under his breath, bitterness clinging to his voice like the strongest glue.
He prepared himself as best he could. Steadying his nerves before pressing on the notification. All sounds were nearly drowned out by the loud thumping of his pulse in his ears.
“Do not falter, Minho” he reminded himself.
“Baby? Are you okay? Don’t just shut me out like this. Talk to me. Please? Can't we just talk this out?”
Her words clear as day through the speaker of his phone. The sound of her voice… just as angelic as he remembered.
He desired nothing more than to hold her in his arms. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to return her calls, to make it right. But his fear still overpowered him. The risk of hurting her was too great. What if his desires would some day come to hurt her? He couldn't risk it, even though she was willing.
She had told him multiple times that she could handle it. That she desired nothing more than to be owned by him, used by him. Have him in ways no one ever had before. She trusted him fully, and he trusted her. But what if that wasn’t enough? He didn’t want to figure it out. He needed to cool off, distract himself before his mind became clouded with nothing but impure thoughts of her.
Turning off the icy-water, Minho felt somewhat relieved for the first time in days. He had hidden himself away in his apartment for a week trying to avoid her. He had spent countless sleepless nights staring at her contact in his phone; resisting the urge to call her. They had gone from calling, texting and meeting each other every day for weeks, just for him to cut all communication as soon as he started feeling that nagging feeling of familiarity.
Ever the pleasure seeker, the circumstances under which he had met her was no exception. They met each other on a night out. Him out with his boys, her with her girls when their eyes met across the dancefloor. Inebriated lust washed over them faster than the rush of illicit substances as soon as his gaze fell on her. One influenced night of adult fun, resulting in a steady situationship. He supposed the salacious want he felt for her was just that, a mere chemical reaction. A simple biological process…strong enough to awaken the darkest of fantasies. Of course, no one would blame him for it. Not if they had felt the spread of fiery intoxication her big, pleading eyes ignited in his veins whenever she looked at him. In fact, they would grant him a standing ovation for his level of self-restraint, he was sure.
She knew how to awaken the demon in him … without him ever having to share any of his earthly desires with her. He reckoned the only logical explanation was for her to have been an ancient goddess sent to earth specifically for him. She was made for him; of that he was certain. He wanted to make her happy, protect her from evil, and become a better man for her. Alas, his deep desire to covet her was greater. He needed to claim her, mark her as his own. He craved the corruption of her purity, to make her obsessed with him to the point of others shying away. The mere thought of someone attempting to lay hands on the person he considered to be his most sacred treasure turned his thoughts murderous. He shook himself back to reality.
He carefully wrapped his towel around his waist, strands of silver still dripping down the frame of his face as he mindlessly stepped into his kitchen to pour himself a glass of golden stress-relief. He grabbed a lowball from the cabinet above him, carefully placing two large cubes of ice in the glass before pouring a double of usquebaugh over them. Minho felt a comforting warmth spread across his chest as he swallowed the first sip of his drink. Smooth notes of white chocolate and roasted coffee beans lingering on his palate. The sound of faint knocking brought him back to reality.
The door to his apartment opened with a soft click, revealing a half naked Minho to…her, whiskey glass in hand. Her cheeks turning rose at the unexpected state of him. Droplets of crystal left wet trails from the nape of his neck down to his protruding abs, his honey skin prickling at the cold outside his loft. His face, just as surprised as hers.
They stood frozen, taking in each other’s form for a minute before she finally broke out of her trance.
“I've been trying to reach you.” she spoke softly, voice low as if trying to not scare him away.
“I've been busy.” he deadpanned.
A lie. They both knew it. Minho looked at the drink in his hands, her eyes following his gaze as he swirled the liquid in his glass.
“Look at me, Minho.”
He shut his eyes, forehead wrinkling with annoyance. He wished for her to disappear. Her presence was unbearable. He hated when she spoke softly to him, hated the way it comforted him. Hated how much it made him want to lean on her, depend on her. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He swore he would never depend on another again. Not after the pain he had been through.
His life had been a series of burned bridges and betrayals, making him promise himself to never venture into something deeper than the physical connection of two bodies. But she was different. She saw him. She gave him the hope he thought he had given up on years ago.
“I said, look at me.”
Her voice was firm. Caring. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat in his ears getting louder. If he did not close the door now, he would not be able to resist her. Her voice was starting to draw him in, he could feel it. Desire slowly started to cloud his senses. His entire body screamed for him to kiss her, hold her close, and steal her away from the world. He wouldn't. He couldn’t.
“Go home, gorgeous. Let’s talk another time.”
It took everything he had to reject her, to send her back from whence she came. But he was running out of time, and he had to make her leave while he still had some semblance of control over himself.
With determined eyes, she took a step closer. This prompted Minho to let go of the door as he stumbled to keep the distance between them. The door shut closely behind her as soon as she set foot into his apartment.
“I know why you’ve been hiding from me” she finally spoke.
“I haven’t been hiding from you. I’ve been-”
“Busy? Yeah, you keep saying that and yet you always read my texts as soon as I send them, but never reply to me.”
Minho stared in amazement, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out how she had known. All those nights he had spent reading her messages, fighting his inner demons to not respond when she called out for him.
“How the hell would you know?”
She let out a deep, exasperated sigh, and pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to calm herself.
“You have your message read receipts on, babe…”
Minho stared at her dumbfounded. Amazed that even he could stoop to such a high level of pure stupidity. He managed to pull himself together, trying his best to sound unbothered.
“So? I’m not allowed to read the texts of the girl I’m fucking now?” he said, trying to sound nonchalant while a smirk began to creep up the corner of his mouth.
“Not if you’re not going to have the decency to answer her back.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Her tone was decisive, almost intimidating. He knew better than to fight her head-on. It always ended with him on his knees anyway, so instead he opted for the only out he could think of. Minho scoffed and downed the last of his drink before turning to top it up.
He walked straight to the kitchen counter and the uncorked bottle, immediately grabbing it to pour himself another drink. He made sure to take a swig straight from the bottle to summon some strength while he was at it. He had been down this road before. Once she stepped foot inside his flat, he would not be able to resist her. He needed the extra liquid courage. Maybe he could drink himself into a blackout before she came too close again.
“Minho…” she said as she leaned against the kitchen door, concern apparent in her tone. Her feign affection prodigious. He could not stand another second of her suffocating questioning.
He turned around to face the sink. Too afraid to say something he would regret, instead opting for another sip of the liquid in his hands.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt arms enveloping him, the warmth of her cheek against his back. The force of that nagging familiar feeling made itself known once again. His chest tightened. His heart rate elevated as the grip on the glass in his hands loosened at the flowery scent of her perfume. She held him tight.
“Is it really that hard to just say it?”
“Say what?” Minho felt his patience wearing thin.
“Fine… I’ll say it then you emotionally constipated dork.”
She let out a hushed sigh, hands freeing Minho of her hold. He turned to look at her, something akin to childish bitterness lacing his features. His eyes softened upon meeting her gaze. She took his hands in hers, rubbing slow, calming circles onto his skin as she spoke.
“Minho… It’s okay for you to love me.”
Time stopped. Minho could have sworn he was hallucinating.
“What?”
“It’s okay for you to love me. You really think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m saying I love you too, Minho. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it yourself.”
“I don-”
She put her finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up before his brain could even register the motion. Minho snapped. Unadulterated lust overpowering his senses as he let himself feel the depth of his emotions for the first time in years. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush to his. He wanted her. Needed her. Wanted to make up for the time they had lost while not talking.
His lips crashed onto hers, his hand sliding its way up the back of her head grabbing the roots of her hair. He forced her head back, deepening the kiss, while the other hand kept the tight grip around her waist. Using the weight of his body, he pushed her to the bedroom. Not once letting her break the kiss.
He pressed a hand to her chest, pushing her onto the bed, his body followed closely behind hers. A surprised gasp left her lips as he trapped her with his frame. He scanned the features of her face, looking for any potential sign of hesitancy. She reached her hand up to his face, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
“I want this, Minho. I want you.”
She held his face in her hands as she spoke, pulling him into a reassuring kiss. His hand traveled down her body, her skin left burning in the wake of his touch. She pressed herself up against him as he grabbed the back of her thigh, wrapping her leg around him. He needed her closer. Wanted for them to melt into each other so that nothing would ever separate them again. His hand slid up her back. She arched into him as he unbuckled her bra with the flick of his fingers.
He pressed his thigh against her. Her core throbbing at the friction he created. His lips teased her neck, gently kissing his way down to her chest. He stiffened her nipple with his wet tongue, drawing circles around it. He teasingly bit it as he let his hand fall between them.
Her hands intertwined with his hair as Minho palmed her, adding that delicious pressure to her clit once more before helping her out of her jeans. Using his digits, he teased her wet folds, gently prodding her entrance.
“M-Minho…” she moaned, as her temperature rose.
He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. Those big, pleading eyes that drove him absolutely fucking insane with desire. He knew what she wanted of him, what she needed. But it didn't matter. He wanted her to say it, wanted her to beg for it. After all, she always was the prettiest when she whined for more.
“Come on, use your big girl words. Tell me what you need, gorgeous.”
“I w-want you inside.” she confessed, cheeks flushing at his careful devotion.
“Oh? Lost our manners, have we?”
His voice dropped a couple of notes, the mocking in his tone apparent as he spoke.
“I'm sorry. P-please, make me feel good. I want you to t-tease my g-spot with your fingers.”
Each carefully planned roll of his digits through her folds made her shiver. Her need to feel him inside her, growing with each stroke. She could feel her body burning.
“Good girl.” he said with that familiar smirk plastered on his face, a subtle scoff escaping as he spoke.
He kissed her passionately while letting his fingers penetrate her wet heat. He let out a moan as her velvety walls contracted around him. He found her sweet spot almost instantly. He knew her body well after all.
“F-fuck!” she gasped breathlessly as he began to put pressure on the velvety spot inside her. The long, aggravatingly slow strokes to her sensitive area, clouding her mind.
She rocked her hips to his rhythm, chasing her high. He propped himself up on his elbow, leaving her lips with the feeling of emptiness.
“How much?” he asked.
Presumably a somewhat weird question, had it not been asked between the two of them. She knew exactly what he meant. He was gauging her tolerance, seeing how far he could push without breaking her. She loved that about him. The way he made sure to communicate with her, check in on her even during the most sinful of moments.
“Easy.”
He gave a slight nod as he removed himself from her, leaving her soaked core feeling empty and needy. He slid down to her middle, carefully placing his head between her voluptuous thighs. He blew gently on her exposed clit, sending shivers down her spine.
“You tease me too much, babe.” she said, her voice breathless and shaky.
“Don't act like you don't love it. You know just as well as I do my pretty slut absolutely loves getting her pretty little clit teased.”
She moaned. His words, the mixture of degradation and praise, made her clench around nothing. He closed his lips around her sensitive knob. Her hands gripped at the roots of his hair as he swirled his tongue against her. She felt that familiar knot forming in her stomach, threatening to become undone for him at any moment.
Her muscles tightened as he picked up his speed, soft kitten licks pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He put his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in place, preventing her from escaping the pleasure.
“F-fuck, Minho! I'm gonna-”
“No, you're not.”
He sat back up, watching as her high slowly faded.
“W-why?” She stammered, frustrated; her legs still left trembling with excitement.
“Manners, remember?”
She whined. The torment, a delicious mix of sweet and sour.
“You're so fucking mean.”
He helped her to her hands and knees, a satisfied smirk mantled to his lips as he let a firm hand push her head into the fluffy pillow. She arched her back for him, giving him full access to her once more.
“I know, gorgeous. I’m sorry.” he said, tone cold and condescending as he pushed his length inside her.
He set a steady pace, his hand sneaking down to rub teasing circles onto her clit, his length hitting that blissful spot inside her. He pulled her up, body pressed flush against him, his hand grabbing her neck. He squeezed her throat firmly, adding just enough pressure to release that lofty sensation that made her legs weak. His hips picked up speed as he let his teeth sink into the nape of her neck, his own orgasm looming.
“Min-Minho, I'm c-close.” she managed, between heavy breaths.
“Not yet. I want to see that pretty face of yours when you cum.”
He turned her around to lay down on her back. Guiding her legs onto his shoulders, he snapped his hips repeatedly, the new angle allowing him deeper inside her. His silver strands damp and messy above her, his muscles tightening with each thrust.
“Holy fuck-”
“Look at me gorgeous.” he said, voice sharp.
She struggled to hold his gaze. The waves of pleasure his devotion sent clouded her mind, making it barely possible for her to speak.
“P-please. Can I cum?” she said, her eyes tearfully pleading with him.
Her begging almost made him cum on the spot. He could feel his dick throb at the sounds of her pleas, unable to hold himself back any further.
“Fuck! Cum for me, gorgeous.”
He didn't have to tell her twice. Her core tightened. Pure ecstasy coursed through every one of her nerve endings, as her nails dug into his biceps in an effort to keep herself grounded.
Minho’s own orgasm hit him harder than the pavement after five whiskey sours. He worked them through their highs, pumping himself into her, milking himself of every last drop.
She sighed, seemingly satisfied as his body fell, exhausted to lay on top of her. She soothingly dragged her nails over the skin on his arms and back as he rested his face in the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent as they laid in the post orgasmic bliss for what seemed to be an eternity.
“I missed you.” she finally spoke.
His eyes snapped open. He could feel the embarrassment hitting him as the memory of his avoidance hit him. Not that he'd ever admit as much. He squeezed her tight before getting up.
“Why don't you take a shower while I make some food.”
He grabbed the new set of clothes he had put out earlier before stepping outside to make his way to the kitchen, making sure to kiss her cheek on his way out. She giggled as she followed him with her eyes.
“He’s such a fucking tsundere.” she thought to herself, amused.
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He felt his t-shirt dampen from her freshly washed hair as she embraced him from behind. The scent of his body wash on her, providing a satisfactory feeling in his chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen as he stirred the eggs in the pan in front of him. He put his hand on hers, stroking her thumb lovingly with his own.
“You want to stay the night?” he asked, tone soft.
“I could stay for life.”
He turned around to look at her, ears red, heart pounding in his chest. She looked at him, her bright smile almost as pretty as her eyes. Minho felt the warmth from his ears spread to his cheeks. Before she could notice, he turned his attention back to the stove, making himself look busy by over-stirring the eggs.
“Stupid goddess…” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.
She giggled before she threw her arms around him again.
“You love me~” she teased.
“Yeah… I do.”
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Thank you so much for reading my fic. Please let me know if you enjoyed it by reblogging and liking my post. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Warnings: he calls you little bunny, he also calls you stupid once… overstimulation (is that the name?), slight dacryphilia I think, dirty words, maybe it's not so "hard dom" but I tried, afab reader but without using pronouns directed at reader (if there is, I apologize, I wrote this while sleepy and didn't review it…)
let me know if there are any errors!
Making it clear that this is fiction and does not apply to the real Minho!
I really need to sleep, but I wouldn't be able to if I didn't write something about Minho
He seems so good at being a hard and soft guy, I can't explain it very well, maybe I'm even crazier but god… I need to know if I'm the only crazy one
For me, Minho is tough but when he's really in need he changes.
He loves the way you look at him as he holds your face, squeezing it as you gaze at him with an admiring gaze, your eyes completely submissive, begging for him without saying a single word.
"You're so dirty."
"Come on, what's going through your naughty little head?"
Minho would squeeze your neck, kissing you while his hands roamed all over your sensitive spots, he knows you, he knows how to break you in no time.
"So sensitive, you're so easy."
"You're so silly, trembling with just one touch."
Minho would eat your pussy like a starving man would, not just with his tongue but with his fingers, all for you.
"Stop closing your damn legs."
"That's an order, don't you get that?"
Minho would make you cum over and over again with just his fingers and tongue, he likes to see you broken, destroyed, ruined, that's the vision he needs before he fucks you.
"So fucking good, just for me…"
"You're perfect like this."
Minho would seem to be floating when he finally filled you with his cock, thrusting deep inside you, his eyes filled with tears and all he could think about was how beautiful you looked crying beneath him.
"My little bunny…"
"You're so beautiful crying, keep crying for me."
He loves to see the way you look like a complete idiot, like your brain has left your body and all you can do is moan and beg him to keep going in a broken voice.
"K-keep… keep what?"
He would stop, just to watch you gasp for air as you begged him
"Can't you even form a sentence? Stupid" he would go back to the rhythm of unforgivable thrusts.
But definitely what he likes the most is hearing your noises, your moans so good that they drive him crazy and only encourage him even more to continue fucking you with everything he has.
"That's it, keep going, let everyone know how good I can make you feel"
"That only I can do this to you"
Minho can be tough, but he would take care of you, totally. He cares about aftercare more than anything and always knows when to stop when you are really at your limit, he would never do anything you didn't want and couldn't handle, he knows you can handle him. He would give you several kisses, a bath with scented candles, he would apply ointment to your marks and give you a massage, in addition to giving you your favorite food, what can you say about him? He just loves to spoil you and see your smile, don't blame a man for loving you too much.
"I love you, you were amazing, you know that right? You're always amazing, in everything." he would say kissing your fingers.
But now imagine…
Minho in need, he needs you, like, he really needs you.
"I need… please…"
"You, only you"
He would kiss you, hold you and smell your neck, leaving kisses on the spot while making sure to lay you down on the bed carefully.
"I love your smell, I love your taste"
Minho loves to see you have pleasure, no matter the moment, he just loves and would eat you without hesitation, savoring every moment while feeling your hands in his hair.
"Legs open, you can do this"
"I know you can"
"You're a good little bunny so obey me, okay?"
He would thrust into you, caressing you as he kissed your cheek and lips, holding you as he fucked you, he was just enjoying the way your insides twitched with him.
"S-shit… you feel so good."
"So good… the best."
Minho would shower you with compliments as his thrusts got faster, making sure to kiss away your tears when they started to fall, stroking your back, never stopping his movement.
"My baby crying? Does it feel good?"
"You're gorgeous… I love you."
He would never want it to end, being so connected to you was a gift from the gods to him, Minho would be grateful every day.
"Oh my, you're everything"
"My little bunny, you're my most special gift"
Minho would kiss you, cumming a little while after you did, he would take a few seconds to watch you, breathing heavily, body shaking, eyes still rolled back, oh my, you're perfect. He would touch your face so gently, pulling you in for a kiss, just to feel you again.
"I love you. I love you so much"
Once again, he would bathe you, wash your hair if you needed it, and have a massage available whenever you wanted! He would give you affection and would want to cuddle with you all the time, whether you're watching something or not, he doesn't care, you can even tell him how your week is going, down to the smallest details, he's needy and misses you.
"Tell me, how was your day?"
"Boring? I don't care, just tell me everything, even if you saw an ant on the street… I just want to hear you."
That's it… I'm crazy? Maybe. Probably.
You can ask for suggestions if you want, I may not be the greatest writer but I will do my best.
Sorry for the English mistakes, I'm really not that good at English
Especially writing obscenities… thanks for reading :)
Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.
“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply.
Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?”
“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”
“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh.
“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.
“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious.
“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”
“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought.
“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly.
“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”
“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”
Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”
“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off.
“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned.
“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him.
“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”
“No, right here,” he shook his head.
“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried.
“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants.
Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”
“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding.
“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off.
Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”
Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”
“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?
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Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right.
“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”
Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls.
“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already.
“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”
“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again.
Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.”
“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already.
“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered.
“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity.
“No, please,” he whimpered.
Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”
“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate.
“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest.
“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips.
Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”
“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name.
“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”
“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead.
“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”
Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”
“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready.
“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat.
Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving.
Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response.
“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”
“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh.
“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.
“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement.
“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun.
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Hyunjin’s knees ached from the hard ground and the air on his bare skin made him shiver. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there. Minutes, hours, the whole day ? Honestly, when he was in this position, time seemed to lose all meaning. He was an object, made only to serve and please Minho. The ache in his back and the soreness of his knees only served to remind him that he was doing good. It made his mind feel fuzzy, like it was full of soft cotton and fluffy clouds. He was floating, ready for any command Minho, his master , gave him.
Suddenly footsteps filled Hyunjin’s ears and his heart jumped in his chest. The anticipation he always felt when Minho approached would never be topped by anything else. Nothing could compare to the heat that built in his gut whenever his master came to him.
“Mm, so obedient. Thank you for waiting,” Minho said with a gentle hum. He ran a hand through Hyunjin’s black hair and as much as Hyunjin wanted to respond and press into his touch, he knew he hadn’t been given permission yet. Minho continued caressing his scalp for a moment before he slid his hand down his face and hooked his fingers under his chin. “You can look up at me now.”
Minho tilted Hyunjin’s head up and he turned his gaze upwards, meeting his eyes. “There you are.” Hyunjin couldn’t hold back the dazed smile that formed on his lips. Minho could be so mean to him, but he could also be incredibly sweet. Hyunjin loved both, but he couldn’t help preening at the tone of his voice at the moment.
“Are you ready to prepare for our guests, slave?” he asked. He caressed Hyunjin’s jaw with his thumb as he spoke.
“Yes, Master,” Hyunjin said obediently. He flexed the fingers of his hands, which were still held behind his back in a pair of handcuffs. Now that Minho was here he was suddenly more aware of all the aches in his body. But he held as still as he could because he wanted to please Minho.
“Good. Do you remember what our plan is?”
Hyunjin nodded, but quickly remembered to give a verbal reply as well. They had gone over everything that morning. Discussed their limits again, what was okay and what wasn’t, what they would do specifically, and who would be there. Everything was planned out precisely, and all Hyunjin had to do from this point was follow Minho’s instructions.
“Perfect,” Minho said, brushing his thumb over Hyunjin’s lips.
Hyunjin fidgeted a little and Minho’s eyes narrowed a little bit. Hyunjin’s stomach seemed to swoop and he bit his lip, stilling his movements. “Are you uncomfortable like this?” Minho asked, tilting his head. Hyunjin considered whether to lie or tell the truth. Minho would want him to be honest though.
“A…a little bit, Master. I’m just sore,” Hyunjin admitted meekly. He glanced to the ground but Minho gripped his jaw and forced him to look up.
“Look at me when you talk, slut,” Minho snapped.
Hyunjin shuddered and looked back up at him. “I’m sorry, Master. I–I’m just a little achy, but I feel good serving you. That’s the best…the best thing to me.” To anyone else it might seem like he was just trying to butter Minho up, but he really was being truthful.
“There we go. Thank you for telling me,” Minho said, his expression and tone softening. “You can get up now. I wouldn’t want my pretty slave to be all bruised up and sore, now would I?”
“No, Master,” Hyunjin said, his lips turning up in a slight smile.
“Mhm… So you can get up now. You stayed in position for long enough.”
“Thank you, Master,” Hyunjin said happily. He struggled a little to stand up from his knees with how stiff his legs were and the fact that his hands were still stuck together with cuffs. Minho helped stabilize him, placing his hands on Hyunjin’s shoulders to lift him. Hyunjin’s breath caught in his throat at the action and his head once again had that fluffy, cotton feeling. He knew he was hard even without looking down, and had been for a long time. But he wasn’t allowed to touch himself without permission, and he was a well trained slave. He rarely disobeyed his master.
“Let’s get these off. Then you can start getting ready,” Minho said, slipping his hands behind Hyunjin to undo the handcuffs.
Hyunjin let out a soft sigh as his hands were freed from their confines and he was finally able to stretch his sore muscles. “Feels much better,” he said with a smile, rubbing his wrists. “I’ll start getting ready now!”
“That’s a good boy.” Minho cupped his cheek and pet over his cheekbone with his thumb. “Once you finish everything I’ll get you ready as well. So I want you in my bedroom, on your knees in front of the bed. Understood?”
“Yes, Master, I understand,” Hyunjin replied with an eager nod. He gave Minho a deep bow before moving off to prepare everything.
Some people might frown upon what he was doing or think it was an unkind arrangement. But Hyunjin enjoyed it. It was an agreement he consented to. He could back out at any time. But he had no plans of doing that. There was something so fulfilling about it, even when it came to tasks like cooking and cleaning. Hyunjin’s chest warmed with pride any time he was able to make Minho a meal that satisfied him, especially when he got to feed it to him directly.
By the time Hyunjin was done, the entire house was sparkling and smelling of savory dishes, he rushed to the bedroom and got on his knees in front of the bed. There was a mat on the floor so his knees wouldn’t bruise this time and as soon as he got in position his limbs tingled and his head was airy and light again. It felt so good to be like this.
Minho entered the bedroom soon after and he gave Hyunjin a catlike smile. “You’ve done well today, slave,” he praised and Hyunjin preened, biting his lip.
“Thank you, Master, I’m so glad you think so,” he responded eagerly.
“Of course. I’m so proud,” Minho said. “So well behaved.”
Hyunjin could have melted into the floor right then.
“Let me make you all pretty for our guests now. Stand up and lay down on the bed.”
Hyunjin easily complied, scrambling quickly to switch positions and lay across the soft mattress. He watched as Minho grabbed a box from the closet and pulled out a set of red lingerie and a butt plug with a gem on the end. Hyunjin’s cheeks burned at the sight and his stomach flipped. He would be in that in front of everyone. “You’ll really look like my perfect slave, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master, yours,” Hyunjin breathed.
Minho smirked as he approached the bed. “Mine,” he said, punctuating the words with a squeeze of his thigh.
Minho grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer and after getting Hyunjin to spread his legs, began opening him up for the plug. He let Hyunjin moan freely this time so Hyunjin didn’t hold back, whining and panting with every press and curl of Minho’s fingers. His cock went from being soft to rock solid within minutes of Minho fingering him, beads of precum leaking onto his abs. Minho teased him by spreading his fingers wide and dragging the digits over his prostate. And Hyunjin still wasn’t allowed to come.
Once Minho had secured the plug in Hyunjin’s stretched hole, he helped him put on the lacy lingerie. Panties with a heart cutout in the ass showed off the plug and silky garters hugged the flesh of his soft thighs. Hyunjin’s blush matched the red of the lace. “Such a slutty looking slave, aren’t you?” Minho said teasingly.
Hyunjin whimpered and his knees went weak. “Y-yes, yours to show off.”
“Mhm. I can’t wait,” Minho hummed. “Our guests should be arriving soon. Go wait for them.”
Hyunjin gave Minho a nod and a bow and then scurried off to wait for them in the living room. He was on his knees again, arms behind his back. The perfect position of submission.
Soon after, the doorbell rang and Minho went to answer it. Chan walked in first, Jeongin following shortly after him. They greeted Minho with smiles and hugs (from Chan), and then began glancing around. Chan’s eyes landed on him first and Hyunjin’s entire body burned from the attention. “Ahh there he is.”
Jeongin and Minho looked at him then and Minho grinned. “Isn’t he just the prettiest?”
“I’m surprised you got him to be so well behaved,” Jeongin mused. “He used to be such a brat.”
Hyunjin’s fists clenched behind his back and he forced himself to keep from squeezing his thighs together when his cock twitched. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. An object only for their admiration.
“Oh it took a lot of training, trust me,” Minho responded with a laugh. “But now he does whatever I say.”
Hyunjin burned . Everything they said was true and it made arousal swirl in his stomach.
Minho led them to the dining room to sit them down, and soon after the others arrived. Jisung and Felix next, followed soon after by Changbin and Seungmin. Having such an audience made Hyunjin feel like some art piece in a museum. He could feel their stares burning holes through him and their whispered words, giggles, and points only made him dizzier.
Eventually, after a few moments of greeting and socializing, Minho turned his attention to Hyunjin, still sitting dutifully on the carpet, and beckoned him over with a curl of his finger. “Come, slave, we’re starting dinner. You know what to do.”
Hyunjin knew exactly what to do. He stood up and made his way to the table, sparks going up his back at the pleased sounds everyone made. He heard Jisung mumble, “ Fuck,” under his breath and Seungmin leaned over to Changbin to whisper something in his ear. Hyunjin first went around the table, serving each of them expensive wine and making sure everything was ready and available for them to eat. They never stopped staring.
Minho looked all too smug with their reactions, the lazy grin he was showing never leaving his face. “Sit,” he said, patting his thigh twice. Hyunjin maneuvered around the table to sit on his lap and squirmed a little to adjust his position. Minho’s hand immediately went to his waist and he dug his fingers into his side. “Feed me.”
This was easy. Hyunjin did this often. He grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed a piece of meat and lifted it to Minho’s lips. His stomach warmed as Minho’s lips closed around the chopsticks and he closed his eyes, letting out a small, satisfied hum. “
“How was that so homoerotic?” Jisung whispered, to which Seungmin responded,
“He’s literally sitting on Minho’s lap and is dressed like a little slut, how can it not be?”
Hyunjin’s cheeks burned at his response and Minho smirked, placing a hand on Hyunjin’s thigh. “That was delicious,” he said sweetly, giving Hyunjin’s thigh a squeeze. Hyunjin whimpered, and it was obvious by the expressions of everyone at the table that they all heard it. “Isn’t he a good cook?” Minho asked, looking around the table.
“May rival you,” Chan said with a chuckle and Hyunjin positively melted at the praise. He was a good slave for Minho, he did good.
“Maybe not that far,” Minho said, shooting Chan a glare, even as he opened his mouth for another bite Hyunjin prepared for him. Hyunjin was a good cook, but he had an even better teacher.
“Master is definitely the best cook,” Hyunjin said softly. He nearly giggled at the reactions from everyone at him so openly calling Minho “Master.” They’d only heard it a few times and every time the reactions were the same–mixed reactions of arousal and shock, red faces, open mouths. A whimper if you were Jisung. “He trained me well.”
“Of course,” Jeongin supplied. He turned his eyes to Minho. “He wouldn’t be able to do anything on his own without getting trained, would he?”
Minho chuckled as Hyunjin squirmed in his lap. More embarrassment pulsed in his chest and went all the way down through his stomach to his toes. “I’m afraid not. It’s really a good thing he listens so well. In fact…I think I’ll eat on my own now. Why don’t you serve me another way, hm?”
Hyunjin knew exactly what Minho meant. They had planned this all after all. He gave Minho a sharp nod and a, “Yes, Master,” before he got off his lap and crawled under the table to kneel between Minho’s spread thighs.
“ Good ,” Minho drawled. He reached down underneath the table and unzipped his pants so he could pull his cock out. It was semi-hard from Hyunjin being on his lap and that filled Hyunjin with an unreasonable amount of pride. “Cockwarm me while I eat dinner with my friends.”
“Wow,” Hyunjin heard Changbin mumble from the table along with a few soft gasps and accompanying moans. Just the command only followed by the reactions had Hyunjin’s head and body buzzing. He could barely think, all he knew was he needed to do what his master told him.
Hyunjin opened his mouth and put his lips around the head of Minho’s cock, going down almost to the base in one go. He rested his head on Minho’s thighs and breathed deeply through his nose, allowing the feeling of Minho’s heavy cock on his tongue to lull him even deeper into his headspace.
For the rest of dinner, Hyunjin stayed like that. The sound of their conversation faded out as his mind went numb from cockwarming Minho. Occasionally, Minho would shift or roll his hips forward and Hyunjin’s eyes would water as he gagged a little. But he never pulled off. He wanted to impress Minho and impress everyone that was there, even though they all seemed to be ignoring him. The lack of attention only made him slip further and further, until he was in a dream-like state. Please Master, do good for him, good slave, good …
Hyunjin barely registered when everyone got up to start leaving until Minho curled his fingers in his hair and eased him off his cock. “Up, boy, everyone’s leaving,” he said, his voice soft in a way that kept Hyunjin in the same headspace. Drool ran down Hyunjin’s chin from having a cock in his mouth for so long and he didn’t even bother to wipe it up as he crawled from under the table and stood up on shaky legs.
He followed Minho to the door with the others and gave them all a deep bow. “Thank you for coming,” he said softly. He wasn’t even sure if he said it out loud, but the way Minho smiled told him otherwise.
“You should bring him around like that more often,” Changbin said.
“Maybe. I’ll have to discuss it with him first though,” he said, scratching the back of Hyunjin’s head. “I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. I definitely did.”
“It was fun!” Felix said with a warm smile. “Though next time I want more interaction with Hyunjinnie.”
Minho glanced at Hyunjin’s face and grinned. “Noted.”
After they all left and Hyunjin and Minho had said goodbye and thanked all of them, Minho turned to Hyunjin and pet his hair. “Hey there, Hyunjin,” he said softly. “You did good. That was a lot.”
Hyunjin nodded, a soft smile on his face. Minho sighed fondly.
“Let’s go get you changed then get you something to eat. I want you strong and healthy, right?”
Hyunjin perked up a little. “Yes, that sounds wonderful, Master,” he said happily.
“Good. Let’s get moving then.” He smacked Hyunjin’s butt and Hyunjin responded with a yelp before heading off to the bedroom to get changed.
Wanting to free yourself from Minho's grasp wasn't as easy as you thought. Especially when he was there ready to claim exactly what was his, and maybe your inner self didn't want to get out of his hold.
word count: 2,1k
warnings: hard dom!minho, fuck buddys, jealousy, degradation kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, hickeys, cursing and fluff at the end cuz why not.
side note: i am in love with this.
𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁:
Psychopathic.
That's what he was and that's exactly the reason why i hate myself for thinking about him so much. It feels like every time i tell myself how much i hate him, his eyes interlock with mine and i feel the nervousness grow in me once again. He had that effect on me and it drove me crazy to think that he'll realize the power he has over me.
He knows i'm mad. Why hasn't he asked me why yet? Why doesn't he care? Why do i care?
I should've seen right through his actions the day that he asked me how far i've ever went with a boy. I should've seen right through him when he asked me if i catch feelings fast or not. That he kept talking to me because i said i don't.
But he keeps pulling me back like a curse, and i keep accepting it.
'What are we?''
The question that kept being repeated over and over. Though answers never came.
Everytime i would try to get to know him more, it felt like he trapped me with his own questions instead. Everytime i'd try, it ended up with me under him.
I was done and the only way i could leave his grip was to hook up with someone else. Someone who i know would never satisfy me like Minho did. As a matter of fact nobody could, because Minho was like a drug. Once you become addicted you could never stop.
The current guy that was talking to me was handsome. He seemed wealthy, like he has enough power to control people around the way he wanted to. I despised these kind of people, until Minho came and certainly proved me very much wrong.
I learned the guy's name was Chan.
Bang Chan.
His hand was on my thigh and his right arm on the back of my bar stool as we were consumed in a conversation about our favorite liquor. Boring as some might say, but i was amused by Chan and the little jokes he made in between them. I was so immersed in the conversation that i didn't see that particular young man enter.
My presence didn't go unnoticed by him. His jaw clenched slightly seeing me so close to some other guy. His nails digging crescents in his palms, that was until his friend Jisung pulled him towards the bar. Towards you, the girl that made him weak. He was always sure to never fall in love, but you proved him different. The only way to keep those feelings to himself was to keep the relationship between you two merely physical. To lie to himself that he wasn't in love with you became harder every time he saw you.
He took his seat next to you two, trying to make as much noise to get your attention.
You knew he was there, because of the cologne which you were mesmerized by. You heard the chuckle that left his lips igniting a fire in your low abdomen, but you couldn't give in again. So you did what you thought was smart.
You leaned in closer to Chan, lips inches away from each other, surprising him. Until Chan did something you didn't calculate. He closed the gap, lips moving against yours in a slow pace. You were taken aback by the action, but you knew better than to pull away. So you kissed him back, releasing all your stress against Chan's soft lips.
''Y/n!'' You heard from behind you ''is that you?'' Jisung exclaimed
Checkmate.
Chan pulled away to check on the stranger that interrupted his chance to get some tonight. Eyebrows furrowing as he looked back at you, nodding his head towards the two insanely attractive guys behind you.
You sighed and turned around to greet them with the biggest fake smile plastered across your face. Anger forming in your eyes as yours met Minho's raging ones. He just continued staring you down, his fingers twirling the glass of liquor in his hand.
''So it is you'' he sneered ''See, i thought you would call me after the things we did yesterday, but i guess you already found someone else to fuck''
I felt Chan behind me back up slowly. Anger started to boil inside me.
The way that psycho had the audacity to say something like that, knowing exactly what the fuck he was doing, increased my anger even more.
''We need to talk'' i hissed, clutching my hand around Minho’s wrist and pulling him from the stool.
He just smirked at a cock blocked looking Chan, mouthing him a quick ''she's fucking mine''
''What the hell do you think you're doing?'' I snapped at him, pushing his chest against the nearest wall when we got to a empty corridor in the club filled with purple and red led lights, adding even more to the already set tension between the two of us
''just trying to claim what's mine'' He smirked making me even more pissed off.
''I'm not fucking yours, i wasn't yours and i will definitely never be'' i pushed him harder, my hands turning into fists as i suppressed the urge to punch him right across his smug looking face. The heat in my core making me even more mad.
Something in him snapped as he swiftly turned us around, pushing me against the wall instead. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.
''Quit the attitude, slut'' he spat back at me ''you will always drop down on your knees for me, don't lie to yourself'' he said as his hand went under my dress. He patted two fingers on my core, feeling the wetness making me gasp softly ''see?'' He grabbed my waist and pulled me away.
''What are you doing-'' i said, pulling my wrist back, intentionally not using enough power to actually get out of his grasp.
''shut the fuck up'' He sneered back at me, turning me on even more.
He took me towards his car, pushing me in the passenger's seat. The scent of him completely taking over my senses.
The whole car ride was silent, the car filled with sexual tension and anger from both sides. When we finally got to his apartment he had his lips on mine in no time making me moan slightly in his mouth. Minho's hands went in my hair tugging on it as he guided me towards his bedroom, the fancy house of his never failing to amaze me.
He threw me on the bed, wasting no time to pull off my dress.
''Minho!'' i shrieked as he ripped off my panties, leaving me bare underneath him.
He opened one of the drawers of his bedside table and took out a silk scarf. He wrapped it around my head, blocking my sight. I then heard him take off his belt, grabbing my wrists and tying them behind my back with the makeshift handcuffs.
''Color?'' he said, worry slightly taking over his tone. This part of him being exactly what pulled me back everytime, how he showed me he did care.
''Green'' i said arching my back, desperate for his touch.
''Good girl'' he remarked, his hand going around my waist to shove me further on the bed ''i'm gonna show you exactly who you belong to''
His full lips made contact with mine, just for a split second making me chase after them immediately. He just chuckled, muttering a small ''pathetic'' before he made his way down kissing my neck, sucking harshly to create the purple marks he loved seeing on me.
His favorite thing was so mark me as his, to show everyone i was taken by him.
I rubbed my legs together for some kind of friction, until i felt his cold hand graze between them. His hand ghosted my core making me whine out in annoyance.
''Minho, please'' i pleaded to which he just chuckled.
''What do you want me to do, baby?'' his breath fanned over my neck
''i want you... i want you to make me cum'' i stammered before one of his fingers entered me without a warning making me yelp.
His lips made their way to the valley of my breasts, down to my stomach. Entering another finger, watching my face in amusement as he scissored his fingers inside of me. His lips kissed down on the bundle of nerves making me moan out loud.
Feeling the high approaching, it felt like i was almost ripping the belt open with my wrist. I cried out when his mouth started devouring my slit, his fingers never stopping their movements. The build up pressure from earlier coming back to my core, adding to the pleasure.
''Minho i'm going to cum'' I whined even more ''please don't stop'' i moaned to which he kept suspiciously quiet. My insides twirled as i clenched around his fingers, squirming around to keep some composure as i was going crazy because of all the pleasure.
''i'm gonna-'' my voice broke as i came around his fingers, i arched my back off the bed releasing a loud moan.
Minho kept going though, not having any plans of stopping and driving me to overstimulation. I tried to pull away from his hand but his strong arms pulled me back down. Soon after the pleasure came back, i threw my head back because of the overwhelming feeling.
''come on baby, you can take one more'' he said hovering over you once again, his thumb rubbing your swollen clit as his other hands were busy feeling your insides ''cum all on my fingers'' he groaned making the pleasure intensify
''Minho I-'' a loud moan left my lips once again as i felt my second orgasm washing over me.
Too fast, too much.
Opening my mouth wide as a silent scream left my lips. The exhaustion taking over when his hands left.
I heard him take of his clothes, before he opened the condom package he spoke up ''Color?''
''Green'' i groaned out, the urge of feeling him inside taking over.
His hands went around my waist behind my back, taking off the belt to free my wrists, kissing them both before grabbing my hips. My hands immediately going around his neck to pull him closer.
He took of the blindfold, my eyes needing a few seconds to adjust to the light. His fingers formed circles on my hips as his tip entered me. His eyes looking directly into mine as he bottomed out completely, filling me up to the brim. A groan left his lips, feeling the wetness combined with my tight walls.
My hands went to his shoulders, digging my nails into him as he started to move inside me. His lips finding mine in a messy kiss. The room filled with moans and wet sounds. One of my hand fell down next to my head, and his hand came to intertwine his fingers with mine, making me surprised. This was the first time he initiated something like eye contact or holding hands.
He started pounding into me faster, making me yell out. the bed moving against the wall with every thrust.
''i'm not gonna last any longer'' he grunted in my ear, his other hand finding it's way to my clit to make me come once more, and it was definitely working as i felt the knot form in my lower stomach. ''look at you, taking me so fucking well'' he said keeping eye contact, the words that came out of him and the intensity from the previous high drove me further to the edge.
''Come with me, show me how good you are'' he said making you cry out in pleasure. He kissed you once again when the knot snapped for the third time this night. This time clenching extra hard around him as he came too, spilling his release in the condom.
He dropped down on you softly, kissing your cheek. You could barely keep your eyes open after the mind numbing sex you two just had.
''You did so good, baby'' he whispered kissing my earlobe before pulling out to throw away the condom. There it was, the end. He would leave now again, and tomorrow you guys will pretend it never happened once again. That's how it always goes after a fuck session.
To your surprise, he dropped on the bed beside you, taking your fucked out body in his arms.
''Y/n?'' he asked making you open your eyes slightly to look at him ''can i stay for the night?''
''mhm, why?'' you whispered softly making his heart ache by how adorable you looked in his arms.
''I think we need to talk about our feelings'' he said in a low tone
''tomorrow'' you shushed him ''let's sleep for now''
He kissed your forehead before also closing his eyes, and you hoped that when you woke up he would be next to you. For the first time.
You were in love with Lee Minho, and it felt like he was in love with you just as much.
rating: r | genre: smut | pairing: dom!minho x f!reader
requested! - dom!minho finds out you have a hand kink
word count: 1431
warnings: slight teasing, mention of pms and talk of periods, slight dom/sub themes, fingering, nipple play (f. receiving), implication of body image issues and selective mutism in the reader
You would probably be having a normal day, hanging out at the dorms. He would catch you looking at his hand that you were holding. While you were watching whatever they ended up choosing to watch, you would idly trace over the veins on his arms. Eventually, he would whisper, “baby, do you like my hands?”
And you’d just hum a yes all innocently.
Then he would suddenly remember that you had a dinner reservation and would excuse you both. “Sorry, I forgot about the reservation I made. It was supposed to be a surprise! Come on y/n!”
It was a total lie, but he still took you to your favorite restaurant. He would feed you, and you would watch between his hands and the chopsticks.
“Your friend texted me the other day,” Minho admits, a smirk growing on his face.
“Oh?” your friend didn’t really talk to Minho much, so you were surprised. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, but they just didn’t know what to talk about. “What did you all talk about?” you ask, curious.
“Well, your friend said you’d been moody recently, which apparently is due to your pms, and they also told me something else~” he teases.
“I mean, I am supposed to start my period, but I don’t get it?” you say, tilting your head. You felt a little weird admitting that to him, even though it was completely normal and natural.
“I can tell you’ve been horny,” he says bluntly.
“I- you- what-?” you begin, flustered. You were taking things slowly with Minho, which you were thankful for. You knew a little of what each other liked, but never went too far. You’ve given him a blow job, but he’s never given you oral. Not because he hasn’t offered, but because you felt too vulnerable still.
“Yeah, and your friend told me you can’t get off,” Minho adds, his face smooth. You knew he liked how worked up he could get you.
“I- they told you?” you choke out, nearly spitting out your drink.
He nods.
When you got home, your friend and roommate was out for the night. You were going to watch something with Minho, but he had other plans as he gently presses you up against the door.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his lips centimeters from yours.
You nod, and he leans forward, kissing you. You let the kiss get needier, giving into your desires.
His hand lingers on your throat, not choking you, but more as a reminder. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he presses his knee in between your legs and guides your hips to grind against it. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to let his tongue explore your mouth.
You can feel him leading you somewhere, and when he lets go and you fall on to the bed, he grins.
“Your friend told me that you like hands,” he says, watching you.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him until he says that. You blush and look down at the floor, playing dumb.
He grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Look at me,” Minho commands.
Your cheeks turn red as you look up at his face, blushing more when you realize your eyes gaze down at his hand.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, chuckling softly. Minho lets go of your chin and pats your head, smiling.
“Now princess, can I use my hand on you? Hmm? Help relieve some of your stress?” Minho purrs.
You don’t know what to say as you look between him and his hands, one resting idly on his hip as he waits.
“I asked you a question. Have you gone mute?” he asks, his tone stern at first, but then gentle.
“No.”
“No what? No you’re not mute or no you don’t want me to touch you?” he asks, tilting his head. You knew he wanted to touch you, but you also knew he wouldn’t hold it against you if you said no.
“No, I’m not mute,” you say shyly, looking down at your own hands. You swallow your nerves, knowing you were already aroused. “I want you to touch me,” you finally admit, looking up at him once more.
“Good girl,” he purrs, his lips immediately finding yours once more.
Minho lowers you back onto the bed, kissing you with the utmost care. His hands trail down your body, your nerves tingling impatiently in their wake. One hand cups your mound, gently rubbing, while the other cups your cheek.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his eyes dark and full of love and lust.
“Yes,” you say, nodding.
“Can I take your top off?” Minho asks, stopping rubbing your heat.
You nod and sit up, helping him get it off. As soon as it was on the floor, his lips were on your neck and his hands soothing your smooth skin.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers against your skin, causing you to whine.
He nips lightly over your collar bone, grinning as his hands ghost over the valley of your breasts.
“Can I take your bra off?” Minho asks hopefully.
You nod and reach a hand back to do it yourself, but he tsks and does it himself, albeit a little bit clumsily.
He groans as you toss your bra off the bed, his hands immediately on your breasts. His thumbs ghost over your hardening nipples, eliciting a moan from your lips. Minho groans softly and kisses your breasts, nipping and sucking on each nipple while his hand massages and pulls the other.
“Minho~” you moan out, feeling embarrassed at how needy and wet this was making you.
“Yes?” Minho hums, looking up at you as he begins to kiss down to your stomach.
“Please finger me,” you ask, your cheeks red.
“Of course,” he eagerly replies. He is quick to make work of the rest of your clothes, groaning at the sight of your wet heat.
He teases your folds with featherlike touches, hoping to memorize every sound escaping you.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, his fingers massaging your folds, one of his warm rings rubbing over your clit.
“Fuck, yes,” you moan, reaching to hold onto him.
He gently lays over you, kissing on your neck again.
“Will you put them in-” you begin to ask.
Before you could finish, a finger is already inside, gently massaging your walls as they clench around him.
“So warm and wet for me, hmm? My hands make you this horny?” he asks, pinching your nipple with his free hand as you clung to his arms.
“Mhm,” you moan out, moving your hips to almost try and ride his hand.
He smiles and slips in another finger, allowing him to better hit your g spot and rub the heel of his hand against your clit.
“Minho?” you softly cry out, clinging to him as tears of pleasure well into your yes.
“Yes baby?” he says, his free hand smoothing some of your hair as his other continues its delightful abuse in your pussy.
“I’m close,” you whimper, your toes curling as your walls begin to flutter and your thighs threaten to shut.
“That’s okay,” he assures you, kissing you sweetly. His lips linger on yours for a moment before he is standing back up looking at your heat as his fingers disappear inside of you.
Your thighs close around his as they tensed up, and you loudly cry out his name as you orgasm.
Minho is quick to pin your hips to the bed to keep you from thrashing too much, rather proud of himself for getting you off so well. He lets your high ride out before he takes out his hand, offering it to you to suck if you want. You willingly open your mouth and suck, and he bites back a groan.
“Stay here for a moment, okay?” he whispers once you are done, kissing your forehead.
Minho disappears in the bathroom, and you can hear the water running. He comes back out with a wet washcloth, smiling.
“Now, does my princess want a bath, or just to be cleaned up?” he asks you.
“Clean up and cuddle,” you say, watching him come over and gently wipe your labias with the warm cloth.
“Can you stay overnight, or will you have to go?” you ask, frowning slightly.
“I’ll have to go,” he says, and you can hear the regret in his voice.
genre — smut, includes spit play, choking, degradation, possession kink, fingering, mentions of spanking.
“Now’s not a good time, Y/N,” Minho’s voice is cold. You lightly bite your lower lip in nervousness. You remove your arms from around Minho’s arms as soon as he tells you, “Go to your room and stay there. I’ll be there soon. I won’t tell you again.”
You already know with the change in Minho’s demeanor that it’s one of those days. You can hear him yell cash and drugs and of dead bodies. It’s one of those days when one of them screw up and he has to order people to clean up the mess or it’s when he’s the most worried, when he’s afraid he’d lose something close to him. It’s definitely one of those days.
You drag your feet, frowning at Minho’s words that resonate in your head over and over again in that harsh tone. You know he doesn’t mean it. You know it’s the tension he is in that forces him to take the easy way out.
Minho is generally soft and nice with you — a stark contrast to the person he is right now and you know the reality of his deeds and sins, of the blood he has shed and of the blood that stains his hands. You decide to love him through all that. You decide to love him for what he is towards you and nothing more. And you know he loves you too, reconfirming the stance when Minho’s eyes doesn’t leave you the whole day, like he’s afraid you’d disappear from his eyesight forever.
You plop down onto your bed that you share with the man himself and grabbing a book from the table, flipping through it, even though you were so deep in your thought. Minho wouldn’t tell you what it was, why he had his eyes on you throughout, why he was at the edge of the seat throughout the night. He’d just kiss your forehead in the beginning, mumbling, “Nothing for you to worry about, princess,” and pull you into his lap, running his hand through your hair so calmingly.
Minho comes into the room eventually. An hour and fifteen minutes after, to be precise. He unbuttons the top few ones, exposing the soft skin coated with a thin layer of sweat, shining under the dim light. You don’t look up distinctly from the book, shifting through the pages in pretence.
“Are you not going to welcome me with a kiss like you always do?”
“No,” you flip the page again, eyes focusing on the page number rather than the words.
“I should simply take what I want then,” he chuckles hoarsely, before bending forward, grabbing your ankles and pulling you forward, the book dropping down from your hand and a small gasp leaving your lips.
When you don’t seem to deny his advances, he takes the opportunity to grab the waist band of your yoga pants and your panties only to pull them down your hips and legs in an instant, leaving you open and exposed to him. Your eyes narrow down at the man before you, not ready to completely give in yet. Minho climbes up on the bed between your legs, shifting his body lower, heat radiating from his warm physique to yours. He leans further down, lips grazing the side of your face, nose brushing past them and then, he is close to your ear, one hand moving upwards stealthily and snaking around to lightly grip your throat. Your lips parts.
“Are you going to give me a kiss now, my princess? Or do I need to remind you who you belong to?” His voice is low, the words ringing through your ears and your eyes glint in excitement, lips curving up slightly.
You take a deep breath, “Remind me.”
“Such a disobedient whore and what for?” He laughs in a tone that mocks your whole being. His grip on your throat tighten and your lips part a bit more, eyes shining now with the tears that build up due to asphyxiation. You close your eyes, gasping. You could feel his cock growing against your core, pressing against it that you can’t help but slowly grind against it in a rhythm you intend to pick up quickly.
Minho could possibly continue the night with spanking your arse till the cheeks are bright red, over and over again, bent over his lap, till you’re crying, face stained with tears and you’re begging for him to just fuck you raw, till you remember who you belong to, till all your lips can say is his name.
However, in a minute, you feel him get up, mattress lifting up and your eyes that were shut just a while back is wide open now, light whines leaving your lips. Minho comes back though before you could ask for where he went and he never lets you because he stands by the bed, placing one knee on the mattress and bending forward, hovering over your face.
“Open your mouth.”
You want to defy him, but your body can’t. It’s so accustomed to following his voice, his instructions, his commands that your lips part instinctively. He wraps his hand on your throat again, his index finger digging into your neck and the other squeezing your cheeks, forcing your mouth to open more. He smirks, staring into your eyes, locking gazes with such an intimate feel that has you squirming under his hold, knowing that you’re getting wetter down there.
Minho spits.
A string of translucent saliva drips from his mouth downwards. You stretch your tongue out like a bitch in heat, waiting for it to reach and when it does, your core throbs as you feel it cool against your warm muscle.
“Swallow,” and you do.
“Look at my favorite slut finally deciding to be obedient,” he kisses you, mouth clashing eagerly before pulling apart, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “Are you finally going to tell me that you’re mine?”
You turn your head and Minho huffs, voice ice cold when he says, “Eyes on me,” and dropping his hands from your cheek before he uses it to spread your legs wide. He grabs your legs, pushing them apart.
“Such a dirty fucking girl,“ he bends down, letting go of your throat. "You’re absolutely soaked already.” He breathes against your core, causing you to try to close your legs but Minho’s quick to hold them back. He spits into your core. It’s lewd and filthy and yet there is something so intimate and promising about this moment. He immediately shoves two fingers inside you, your eyes closing, lips wide apart. You arch your back, his fingers falling deeper into you, brushing against your walls. He reaches up and grabs your throat again, fingers digging into your neck. With every squeeze, his fingers pump into you deep, the sounds of squelch echoing through the air.
“I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to, princess,” he thrusts his fingers in again, tip prodding at your euphoric spot and you’re moaning, "Minho, oh my god. Minho!”
“Never. You’re all mine.” He thrusts, curling his fingers inwards, rubbing the walls slightly. “All mine for long.” And then he stops, pulling out, leaving your core throbbing and tightening at nothing as soft whines leave your lips and pleas for him to continue. He puts the finger in his mouth, one after another, hollowing it and sucking his finger clean all while he still keeps his gaze on you.
“You taste like sin,” he whispers, almost growling the words out. He leans forward, fingers back on your core. You moan as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing your folds. He rubs circles into your folds, slowly dragging them out into waves, his thumb tapping at your clit before he thrusts three fingers into you, and he gasps at how you swallow him completely.
Minho pumps his fingers in and out of you as his thumb rubs furious circles into your clit. He bites at your thigh, kissing them soon after, leaving traces of bruises near to your vulva. He sucks on the skin deliriously, edging closer to your wet core before grazing his teeth over your clit to oversensitize you. You feel the build up and you squirm against Minho, tears falling down your cheeks.
“I’m close,” you gasp, voice vibrating. “I-I’m so close, Minho.” It’s a silent begging out loud, at Minho to drive you to insanity, to make you see sheets of white as you break free from the knot that tighten at your lower abdomen. Minho lifts himself up and kisses you, tugging at your lower lip and pulling it back before letting go of it. He kisses down your neck as he thrusts his fingers into you, curling them in. He bites into the skin by your neck, before sucking at it, wet sounds leaving his lip and the skin by your neck left with nothing but purple shades.
And then it snaps. Minho bends his face downwards only to wrap his lip around your clit and suck at it furiously. Your mind goes blank, sheer wetness dropping down his fingers and you are crying, chanting incoherently, “Minho, Minho, fuck, fuc—”
You come undone, your juices coating his fingers completely, drenching and soaking them. He thrusts lazily before pulling them out and lifting them up for you to see. “Whose girl are you to come like this? Who made you come like there’s no tomorrow?”
“You, Minho.” Your voice is soft. Chest rising and falling from the orgasm you just had. Minho uses the same hand soaked in your juices to grip at your jaw and angle it to look at him properly. You feel the slick wetness against your face and you find yourself dripping even more.
“Louder.”
You scream with all the air in your lungs, “I’m all yours. All yours.”
“That’s my perfect little slut,” he kisses you. “My princess.”
