hi ! for the prompts can you do prompt 401 with minseok ? fem reader plz 👉👈
Hi! Ah yes of course! I haven’t written Minseok in ages I’m so happy to do this! This one is … hot.
“Seok, enough.” You snap, shooing him away with your hand before you turn back to the stove stop, “Dinner will be ready soon, can’t you just relax?”
Minseok sighs dramatically, as he leans back against the island bench in your kitchen. You roll your eyes before glancing over at him, his arms are crossed and his lips are pouted, you almost laugh at how dramatic he is being.
“What’s your problem, yeobo?” You ask dejectedly, “I’ve spent the whole day doing errands and housework, and I’ve even got dinner ready earlier than usual, what is it?”
Your husband looks up at you, his expression softening at your use of his favourite pet name, though he still seems off somehow.
“You know I get cranky if I don’t get to eat you once a day.” He murmurs.
Your jaw drops, you are not used to Minseok being so forward, but you know that a stressful week at work always leaves him a little… antsy.
You could almost feel ashamed at your instant full-body reaction, the way your core tingles at only his words, though you do not have a second to overthink it as he walks over to you, reaching behind you to turn off the stovetop burner as he kisses you.
“Please, Jagi,” He purrs, “Please let me go down on you.”
Your cheeks flush red, as all you can do is nod, and you allow Minseok to pull you away from the stove, and over to the dining table. He guides you to sit down on one of the chairs, and you hitch your skirt up over your hips as he drops to his knees in front of you, kissing up your thighs while you whimper in anticipation.
You lift your hips as Minseok tugs your panties down, and he gives you no time to prepare as he dives right in, moaning at the taste of you as he licks a stripe up your slit. You tangle your fingers in his hair as you throw your head back, hips bucking into his face as he eats you out.
“Shit, Minnie,” You moan, “Fuck, you wanted this bad, didn’t you?”
Minseok chuckles at this, the vibration of his laughter courses through you, and you look down at him, watching you intently as he nods, the sight is fucking beautiful. He nibbles gently on your clit before swirling his tongue, you gasp for air as you feel your high closing in on you, and Minseok can tell how close you are.
You try not to be forceful, though you pull his hair to keep him close to you as your orgasm breaks through. Your cries of his name are stuttered and whiny, thighs shaking as he works you through your high.
You bite your lip as he gazes up at you with hooded eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal as he pulls away once your orgasm subsides. You trail your fingertips down his cheek, and he smiles at you as he stands up.
“Better, yeobo?” You ask breathlessly.
Minseok nods at you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Much better.”
An old work I wrote a while back, might edit again and use it for later...
Summary: Sometimes, different is good. Different is better.
Genre: General, Romance
Word Count: 357
Minseok was lines, curves, with subtle angels that she could trace in the early mornings with the tips of her fingers. She’d smile at the goosebumps appearing on his skin under her touch, and stifle the laugh at the quiet moans when her hands wandered too far in the early mornings.
“Your hands are cold,” he’d whine sleepily to her, his dark eyes still closed.
“That doesn’t seem to bother you dumpling,” she whispers back and kisses his lips.
He always surrendered to her desires which is why she had to let him leave. A man like him, needed someone who was willing to surrender, and she wouldn’t let herself bend or break for anyone just yet.
Besides, she was already broken.
But Jongdae was different.
Very different.
He was hard lines, subtle soft curves, sharp angled cheekbones, geometric patterns dancing in his eyes, and tremolos pouring out of his throat each time he laughed. In one word he was beautiful, in many more he was a living siren, a symbol of perfection. And the very man that had her heart racing, her skin tingling and her mouth dry in ways that Kim Minseok hadn’t been able to do.
Not that she never loved Minseok, Jongdae was simply on a different astral plane of her heart.
“You have cheekbones women would pay good money to have,” she’d told him after knowing him for a few days. She felt her chest tighten when he laughed, and her skin flushed when he smiled at her brightly.
“I supposed that’s true,” he smiled at her and took her hand in his own, those brown eyes of his peering into her own. “And you have a body women envy.”
She’d laughed it off immediately, her skin growing even warmer and her body tingling all over as he pulled her against him to kiss her tenderly on the mouth to silence her nervous laughter. With his fingers pressing against her sides, and the heat of his body seeping into her skin she felt herself surrender to him.
And she found that she liked the feeling of letting someone put her back together.
