#lee minho

[huiracha]

Calmer, calmer, calmer...

[linokun]

LEE KNOW x Boucheron for NYLON Japan

[angelflffy]

hyunjin smut audio

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       virgin! hyunjin , pathetic! hyunnie , wet sounds , slapping , mommy kink , whimpering

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    hi tumblr refuses to review my appeal for my other acc so.. hi i think🦈 tumblr is so sensitive oh my gosh bruh

[ghostlyscripture]

stolen warmth.

synopsis: while minho was gone for holiday promotions he entrusted you with both his cats and his apartments. when he comes back from his trip to find you snuggled up on his couch with both his cats and his hoodie? well, let’s just say he has a hard time pretending you’re just a friend.

pairing: friend!minho x f!reader genre: smut contains: reader and min bickering a lil bit, kissing, biting, unprotected sex (don’t.), pet names (jagi, kitten), fucking on a kitchen counter :D, possessive min, there’s probably more that i’m not remembering sooo read with caution :P word count: 2.9k

now playing: meat - bibi

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[a/n]: let me be the very first to tell you that i am a whore for this man :D !!

the apartment is quiet when minho pushes open the door, the kind of quiet that settles into spaces when they've been empty for too long.

except his apartment hasn't been empty, not really.

he knows you've been here, taking care of his cats while he's been away for the holiday promotions. what he doesn't expect is to find you still here though, all curled up and cozy on his couch like you own the place.

and what’s the cherry on top of this whole little surprise? it’s not the fact that you were supposed to leave this morning, nor the way you’re laying sprawled on the couch asleep. no, it’s that way your doing it all in his hoodie.

minho pauses in the doorway, bag still slung over one shoulder. the sight alone is enough to stop him in his tracks—you, small and soft against his cushions, the oversized black fabric swallowing your frame. one of his cats, soonie, is curled up near your feet. the scene is domestic in a way that knocks the air out of his lungs.

he sets his bag down as carefully as possible, not wanting to disturb the perfect picture you make. even then, the soft thud of the bag against the floor is enough.

your eyes flutter open, unfocused at first before they find him standing there. "minho?" your voice is rough with sleep, confused.

that confusion is quick to shift to something not far off from panic as you realize that he’s not just showing up unannounced, but it’s you that shouldn’t be here. especially not asleep and wrapped in his clothes.

you bolt up so quickly that you’re hit with a pang of whiplash. with a groan you raise a hand to the back of your neck to ease out the tightness, blissfully unaware of how the hoodie—his hoodie—shifts and slides over your shoulder. "you're back early."

minho simply shrugs and says "wrapped up sooner than expected," before stepping further into the apartment. his eyes never leave you, tracking the way you're trying to smooth down your hair, the flush creeping into your cheeks. "didn't know you'd made yourself so comfortable." his hand lifts lazily to gesture at you in your entirety.

it’s then that you actually look down at yourself, and your blush deepens when the full gravity of what you’re wearing really hits you. "i—it was cold. and it was just... there."

"just there?" he repeats, and there's something in his voice, something dry and amused that makes you squirm.

minho offers you a raised brow before turning to move towards the kitchen, unhurried as he gets a glass from the cabinet and goes about filling it with water. "so you just help yourself to my closet when i'm gone?"

"i was house sitting," is the defense you feed him as you push yourself up from the safe warmth of the couch cushions. you pull the sleeves over your hands before crossing your arms. "and it's comfortable. sue me."

minho takes a sip of his water, watching you over the rim of the glass. his gaze is steady, knowing, the kind of look that makes you feel like he can see right through you.

you hate it when he does that.

"comfortable," he echos your words again. you have half the mind to call him a parrot before the sound of glass clicking against marble fills the air. "or does it smell like me?"

your mouth opens, then closes.

minho gives satisfactory little click of his tongue, knowing damn well he‘s got you trapped with that one. he can see it in the way your eyes widen slightly, the way you can't quite meet his gaze anymore. "that's- i didn't—"

"didn't what?" he's leaning against the counter now, arms crossed with the ghost of a smile playing at his lips. "didn't think i'd come home and find you wrapped up in my clothes like you missed me?"

"you're reading too much into it," you grumble as you too make your way to the kitchen, fingers playing idly with the hem of the hoodie like you need something to do with your hands.

"mm. sure i am.”

you ignore his little remark as you brush past him to reach for a glass from the cabinet. minho stays quiet, far too concentrated with the way his the hoodie shifts on your body as you move, how the fabric falls to brush just above your thighs.

have you been walking around his apartment like this the whole time he's been gone? the thought does something cruel to him, something that makes his dick twitch and his head feel fuzzy.

"you know," minho drawls, voice coming just a tad bit lower than than his usual tone. "you look good in my clothes."

your hand freezes on the glass. slowly—so, so slowly—you glance over at him. "…what?"

"you heard me." is his response as he pushes off the counter. within seconds you feel him behind you. he’s warm, warm and so close that his presence feels nothing short of suffocating. "you look good wearing my things."

your heart pounds so hard you in your chest that you wouldn’t be surprised if the hammering broke a rib or two. "minho-"

"say it." he cuts you off, his hands come to rest on the counter on either side of you to effectively cage you in place. he doesn’t touch directly, but he doesn’t need to. he knows that. minho knows you well enough to know that the proximity alone is enough to leave you overheating. "say you wore it because you miss me."

you turn around slowly to face him, not realizing how much closer the shift would actually bring the two of you until it’s far too late.

it’s at that moment you accept your lose.

minho’s face is inches from yours now, so close that it’s easy to see how his pupils have blown just so. he looks down at you like he's been thinking about this—about you—for far longer than when he walked in the doorway.

"and what if i did?" your voice comes out breathier than you want it, but it isn’t really something you can help. not with him this close. not with the way he's looking at you.

"then i'd say you're not as subtle as you think you are." his gaze drops to your lips, then back up to your eyes. if you were a little quicker on your comebacks, you’d make some snide remark about how he isn’t as subtle as he thinks. "i'd say i've noticed the way you look at me when you think i'm not paying attention. the way you find excuses to be near me."

"you're one to talk," you do shoot back this time, finding your voice. "you think i haven't noticed you watching me? the way you always seem to be wherever i am?"

something flashes in his eyes—surprise, maybe. or satisfaction. "observant," he hum, and there's something like approval in his tone. "i like that."

"what are you doing, minho?" you whisper, but you're not pulling away. if anything, you're leaning in.

"what does it look like i'm doing?" his voice is barely above a murmur now, lips so close to yours that you can feel his breath with every exhale. "i'm done watching. i'm done pretending i don't want this."

"want what?"

"you." the word is simple, direct, so utterly minho that it makes your breath catch. "i want you. been wanting you. and seeing you in my apartment? in my clothes??” he scoffs, jaw tightening. "you're not making this easy."

"maybe i don't want to make it easy." your hands come up to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. "maybe i want you to work for it."

his laugh is low, dangerous. "is that right?" one of his hands leaves the counter to catch your wrist, his thumb digging into the skin right above your pulse point. "your heart's racing. you sure you wanna play games with me, kitten?"

"you know me, min. i love a good game…"

the kiss is everything you didn't know you needed—firm and demanding and achingly thorough.

minho kisses like he does everything else, with focus and intensity, like he's been thinking about this and now that he's finally getting it, his only thought is to do it right. his hand comes up to cup your face, angling you exactly where he wants you, and you melt into it, into him.

when he pulls back, you're both breathing hard. "still want to play?" he asks, voice is raw and strained.

"just shut up and kiss me again."

he does. and this time, there's no hesitation, no holding back. his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you gasp into his mouth at the contact. he takes advantage of it, sliding his tongue against yours until you’re left dizzy from the taste of him.

it doesn’t take long until the only thing grounding you is the solid warmth of his body against yours.

when your hands move to tear the hoodie from your body, minho slaps them away before they can even grab hold of the hem.

"keep it on," the order is mumbled against your lips as his hands slip beneath the heavy fabric to find bare skin. “need you to keep it on, yeah?"

"possessive," you manage, the laugh you pair it with coming out shaky.

"you have no idea." his lips trail down your jaw, your neck, finding that spot that makes you whimper. "seeing you in my clothes, in my space—do you know what that does to me?"

you can feel exactly what it does to him, pressed against you like this. "tell me," you breathe.

"makes me want to keep you here." his teeth graze your collarbone. "i’m gonna fucking eat you alive, jagi." he down hard where your neck and shoulder meet, smoothing over the patch with his tongue before promptly repeating the action again further up. “…gonna ruin you for anyone else."

"then do it, minho. follow through." the words are out before you can think better of them, but they’re not something you regret.

how could you regret something that leads minho to lifting you with maddening ease until you’re seated on the edge of the counter, the bulk of him moving to stand in between your thighs like he has every right to.

"you’re a brat." his hands are on your thighs now, thumbs dragging in circles that make it incredibly difficult to think straight.

"’m horny. there’s a difference" you breathe as you pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist.

what happens next is a blur of sensation—his mouth on yours, on your skin, his hands everywhere but never where you need them most.

the hoodie stays on, just like he wanted. he maps every inch of you with his fingers, his lips, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you moan his name in that falsetto that he loves so much.

"been thinking about this," he confesses against your skin, voice ragged. "been driving myself crazy thinking about you."

"could've said something sooner," you manage. minho response consists of doing something with his hips that makes your head fall back, all hopes of coherent thought quickly being rendered impossible.

the kitchen counter is cold against your thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat between you. minho is methodical even now, even like this, paying attention to every reaction, every sound you make, and using it against you to drive you higher.

it's overwhelming, the intensity of it, of him, and when you finally break, it's with his name on your lips and his hands holding you together.

minho’s hands slide up your thighs, pushing the hoodie higher, bunching the fabric at your waist. "keep it on," he says again to really drive it into your fuzzy little head. all you can do is nod. it isn’t really like you can form words right now, not with the way you can feel him everywhere.

his fingers hook into your shorts and underwear with ease, dragging them down and off in one smooth motion. the air is cool against your skin but it doesn't last because in the next moment he's there filling the space.

his body crowds against yours in the best way. one hand braces against the counter beside your hip while the other grips at your thigh, using the the placement there to drag you forward until your pussy is dragging over the bulge of his jeans.

"you have no idea," he breathes, his eyes dark and focused entirely on where your bodies touch. mesmerized. "how long i've been thinking about this. about you like this."

you can't help yourself—your hips roll against him, seeking friction, seeking more.

the movement is instinctive, desperate, and the groan it pulls from him is obscene. his grip on your thigh tightens, guiding you in encouragement you to do it again. so you do. you grind down harder this time, feeling the rigid length of him through the denim, and the cold metal of his zipper catches your clit it sends a sharp cry tumbling from your lips.

"fuck," he hisses, his head dropping to your shoulder. "you're gonna kill me, kitten." but he doesn't stop you. if anything, his hands urge you on, helping you find the rhythm that has you both panting, the friction building into something unbearable and necessary all at once.

when the grind starts leaving you more desperate than satisfied, you reach for him, fingers fumbling with his belt and zipper. minho lets you, watching you with that intense gaze that makes you feel like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

when you finally free him, he groans low in his throat, the sound sending heat pooling low in your belly.

"minho," you whisper, and it comes out needy, desperate.

"i know, jagi" he says, and then he's there, the blunt pressure of him against you making your breath catch. "i've got you."

the push in is slow, devastatingly so. he’s gracious enough to give you time to adjust to the stretch, time you absolutely need because fuck.

your head falls back as a gasp rips from your throat, the sound tapering off into a high whine. minho’s hand comes up to cradle the back of your head in an attempt to keep you from hurting yourself on the cabinet.

when he finally starts the rock of his hips that you’ve craved for so long, it’s everything you ever imagined it to be and more. minho is all control, all purpose, each thrust calculated to hit exactly where you need him.

the counter digs into your thighs but you don't care, can't care, not when he's filling you so perfectly.

"so good…" he mutters, almost to himself. "so fucking good for me."

his hand slides under your hoodie again, this time to palm at your breast. his thumb brushes over your nipple once before he twists it between his thumb and forefinger. it sends you arching into the touch with a whimper.

the kitchen is filled with the sound of skin on skin, your gasps and his low groans. your hands scramble for purchase as he starts hitting harder, one gripping his shoulder, nails digging in, while the other braces against the counter behind you.

"need you to touch yourself, kitten" he purrs, deep and breathless. "need to feel you come around me."

you do as told, hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit, and the added stimulation makes you cry out. minho watches with blown pupils as you work yourself closer to the edge.

"that's it," he encourages, his movements becoming less controlled and far more desperate. "let go. come for me."

it builds fast, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps. you come with a broken sob of his name and he follows moments later with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep.

for a moment, neither of you move. his forehead rests against yours, his hand still cradling your head, the other gripping your hip hard enough that you can already feel the bruises before they’re even visible.

minho is the first to break the silence with a breathy "fuck,", and you can't help but laugh, breathless and giddy.

"yeah," you agree, because what else is there to say?

a beat of silence, and then"i meant what i said. i want this. want you. not just tonight."

his words send what little sobriety you’d started to collect right back out the window. "you're sure? minho, this—"

"i'm sure." he cups your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. "i don't do things in halves. you should know that by now."

"i do," you whisper, covering his hands with yours. "i want this too. want you."

the smile he gives you is small but genuine, reaching his eyes in a way that makes him look younger, softer. "good," he says simply, pulling you into his arms. you go easily, and it’s the easiest decision you’ve ever made in your life.

[a/n 2]: some of you may be asking yourselves ‘ghosty, why isn’t hyunjin on the poll anymore??’ and i have arrived to provide you that answer 🙂‍↕️ on the night of friday 19th your girl is working until ELEVEN PM, and i fear i simply do not want to stress myself out more than necessary. soooo on that night you guys will be gettin hyunjin’s story!! it’s already finished and queued and lovely, and i hope you all enjoy it!! now, with that psa outta the way, you may continue on to voting <3<3

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[yoongikook]

just do whatever you wanna do

[grungeham]

final round!

summ: christopher left minho alone with you so you could take care of him, but riding him in the nursery room wasn’t on the plans.

⋆ pairing: boxer!minho x medic!f!reader ⋆ genre: smut (minors dni) ⋆ tags/cw: boxer au, soft!dom minho, blood mention (just at the beginning tho), kissing, teasing, marking, pet names (good girl, darling), grinding, tight riding, fingering, oral (m!receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, tit play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, orgasm delay, cumming, creampie, piv ⋆ words: 2.7k

a/n: ngl, when i got this request i completely lost my mind over the idea. istg that racha log will go down in history because how are you gonna tell me all four of them looked that damn good sparring??? also... this is my first solo minho fic, so cheers to that!!! anyway, i hope you all enjoy this filthy little freak fic! >.<

christopher pushed the door open with his shoulder, one arm hooked under minho’s.

“i’m up on five minutes,” christopher panted, already half-turned toward the hallway. “please, patch him up. minho, don’t misbehave.”

you looked up from the supply cart, partially ignoring christopher’ words. you knew exactly who you were the second christopher said his name.

the smell hit you first. antiseptic, sweat, the copper edge of blood. you turned your head slightly to minho, scanning his face, looking for any serious injury. his eyebrow was split, blood tracking down his temple in a thin line. a bruise was already blooming along his sharp jaw.

christopher didn’t wait for an answer. he didn’t have time, not even if he wanted to keep an eye on both of you. he sighed, shoved minho forward until his back met the wall. he was still kinda dizzy after the punch he receive on the ring, even if it was a friendly round.

after giving you a quick glance and a supportive nod, christopher disappeared down the hallway.

minho stayed where he was left, weight on one leg, breathing heavy through his nose. his tank top clung to his chest, dark patches spreading under the arms. he was watching you with that look he only gave you when no one else was around. half challenge, half invitation.

like a cat deciding whether you were worth trusting or just another toy worth batting around.

you grabbed gloves and a sterile packet. when you looked over your shoulder, his sharp, sparking eyes were already on you.

“please, minho, sit down,” you said quietly, nodding toward the exam table. 

but he didn’t move right away. just looked at you, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. then he snorted and dropped onto the metal table. the paper crinkled under his weight. 

you stepped between his knees. the grin that pulled at his mouth was small but unmistakable. your eyes went to the small cut above his eyebrow. it was clean, but deep enough to need pressure. you tore the packet open, soaked the gauze on antiseptic, and pressed gently. 

minho hissed through his teeth, face tightening. “s-shit…”

“hold still. it’s almost over,” you murmured, keeping your voice even.

his hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening. his brows stayed furrowed, but a small smile still sat on his lips. 

“hard to when you’re this close,” he said, teasingly. his voice was low, still rough from the round. “you’re driving me crazy.”

you didn’t answer. you tried to ignore the way his proximity was already fucking with your head, your pulse skipping every time his breath hit your neck. you knew he was just teasing. always teasing. but something inside you still wanted him to mean it. 

you wiped the blood away in slow strokes, watching the cut, making sure it stayed clean. his skin burned under your fingers. your hands shook a little when the gauze brushed near his plump lips. 

“chris trusts you with everything,” minho continued. “his shoulder, his hands, every little problem. but he still left like he thought i’d do something to you without asking.”

“he doesn’t think that, don’t be silly,” you said, reaching for more antiseptic. “besides, you know i can handle you perfectly fine.”

he laughed once, short. his eyes followed you as you moved, slow and deliberate. the cut on his cheekbone needed attention too. 

the antiseptic stung, burning like hell. his thigh flexed against your hip when you dabbed, making you jerk, surprised. your eyes snapped to his, worried.

“fuck, that fucking hurts” he muttered, biting his lower lip, one eye squeezed shut. 

“we’re almost done with this part,” you whispered, trying to calm him down.

you leaned in closer to check the edges, checking that everything was in order. his breath hit your cheek now, feeling warm but steady. the distance between you almost inexistent. he didn’t lean back anyways, enjoying every inch of it. 

“been thinking about this,” he murmured, voice raw. you shuddered, feeling your knees going weak. “you touching me so careful,” he leaned closer, his nose brushing your cheek. “so close i could pin you under me right now.”

you straightened fast, face burning, heartbeat pounding in your ears. your hand landed on his chest without thinking. his muscles shifted under your palm, his breathing already heavier. 

“minho, you’re talking nonsense,” you stated, examining his face with amusement. “stop fucking around. now.”

his grin widened, that cocky, irritating thing that always made your stomach flip. you wondered if it was normal to get this turned on just from the way he looked at you. 

he caught your wrist before you could step away. it wasn’t hard, he didn’t want to put pressure on you. he was pressing just enough to keep you there.

“make me,” he whispered, the words slow on his tongue. the corner of his mouth lifted when he felt your pulse jump under his fingers. 

you pulled your hand free but didn’t walk away. if anything, you leaned in a little more, already missing the heat of him. your head was spinning. was he just being an asshole, or did he actually want this as much as you did? 

his hand found your hip, thumb pressing under the waistband of your scrubs. his eyes were half-lidded, fixed on your mouth. 

“tell me to stop and i will,” he said, leaning closer. “just say it.”

but you didn’t. you couldn’t. you wanted this as badly as he seemed to. 

his palm slid higher, under the hem of your top, skin on skin. you were going insane. you were touch-starved or maybe just reacting to him. you couldn’t care less which one. 

“tell me,” he repeated, voice lower, hungrier.

his other hand hooked into your belt loop and pulled you in until your thigh pressed between his. your lower abdomen tightened when you felt how hard he already was, the outline obvious through the thin fabric of his shorts. 

“minho-” you whimpered, eyes wide when his fingers dug into your skin before wandering on your back.

“shh. be quiet,” he tugged you forward until you were straddling one of his thighs, feet still touching the floor. “need you to reach for that bandage behind me.”

you blinked slowly, brained fogged. you don’t understand what he was planning. without thinking, you stretched over his shoulder, looking for what he asked you for. your tits brushed his face unintentionally, making you jerk embarrassed.

minho turned his head and mouthed at the skin above your collar, teeth scraping, tongue dragging. he didn’t let you pull back. instead he rolled his thigh up once, slow, the muscle flexing under you. 

the seam of your scrubs dragged against your clit through your soaked panties. a high, broken moan slipped out, followed by a string of whimpers. 

“there it is,” he said against your throat, smiling like he’d won something. “been waiting to hear that.”

you tried to shift off but he caught your hips with both hands and held you there. your head was getting foggy. he guided you into another slow grind, longer this time. the friction was dull and frustrating, exactly enough to make your breath catch. you could feel how wet you already were, fabric clinging, soaked.

“minho, someone could-”

“the door’s locked. chris is busy for another twenty minutes at least,” he said, almost too fast, then caught your mouth in a hard, needy kiss. 

he dragged you forward again, harder. your clit caught the ridge of muscle and you jerked. your hands clenched on his shoulders. moans and whines kept spilling out. 

“f-fuck,” you whimpered, lips parted. “feels so good…”

“that’s it, darling,” his voice low and rough in your ear. “ride it. please yourself with me.”

and you did. small movements at first, testing. then faster, clumsier as he encouraged you. the table creaked under the erratic movement. his hands stayed firm on your hips, thumbs digging in, controlling the angle. 

every roll of your hips sent heat up your spine, your panties panties clung, soaked through, the fabric rasping over your swollen clit with every pass. minho’s breath hit the shell of your ear, low and amused. 

“look at you,” he murmured, his fingers wound into your hair and tugged, just enough to tip your head back. “little nurse getting off on my thigh like she’s been thinking about it for weeks.”

a broken sound slipped out before you could bite it down. minho’s thumb caught your lower lip, pulling it free, dragging slowly across the wet skin. 

“don’t hide it from me. i want every sound”

your mouth chased his again, clumsy, teeth clicking, tongues sliding. he bit your lip hard enough to sting and soothed it with a slow lick. the pressure between your legs coiled tighter, sharper.

his hand slid under your waistband, under the ruined cotton, and found you dripping. two fingers stroked through your folds without pushing in, just gliding over the mess you’d made.

“fuck,” he breathed, laughing softly. “this wet already?”

your hips jerked, rhythm faltering. he stopped immediately, palm cupping your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. 

“don’t stop because i’m touching you. keep going. be a good girl.”

and you really tried, but the combination of his thigh and his fingers made your thighs shake wild. he circled your clit over and over again. he kept the pressure steady, deliberate, watching every twitch of your face, every time your eyes rolled. 

without warning he pushed two fingers inside, thick and sudden. your moan tore out loud enough to echo off the metal cabinets. your forehead dropped to his. the stretch burned sweet. 

“holy shit, minho- you are- please, i need you to-” you moaned, head above the sky. your voice was shaky, numb.

“i know, i know,” his voice was soothing, calm.

he curled his fingers, found the spot that made your vision spark, and fucked you in short, brutal thrusts while you ground down on his thigh. the wet sound of it filled the room, obscene, constant. every forward roll pressed his palm against your clit again.

“ah! yes, yes- just right there, min- fuck!”

you were close too fast. minho felt the first flutter around his fingers and pulled them out. you whined, high and broken, hips chasing nothing. he snorted, pressed a quick kiss to your swollen mouth.

“not yet,” he mumbled, his voice raw. he lifted you, set you on the edge of the table between his spread knees. “keep your knees there and come here.”

you climbed up, obedient, knees already aching against cold metal. minho shoved his shorts down just far enough. his cock sprang free, flushed dark, tip glistening. he wrapped a hand around the base and gave one lazy stroke, eyes locked on yours.

“open your mouth,” he demanded, voice firm.

you pressed your thighs together, mouth watering. the second your lips parted he guided himself in, slow at first, then deeper when his hand settled at the back of your head. he didn’t force. he just held you there, thumb stroking behind your ear while you worked him with your tongue, licking from base to tip, hollowing your cheeks, taking him until your throat fluttered around the head.

“fuck, that’s good- so tight, so warm…” he muttered, his head falling back against the wall. “been thinking about your mouth for weeks.”

your cunt clenched around nothing. he pushed you deeper until you gagged, tears pricking. you bobbed faster, sloppy, spit running down his shaft. every time he felt too close he tugged you off, breathing hard, cock twitching against your tongue.

he seem to love to fuck your face, your eyes staying as long as you could on his before rolling them back.

he pulled you off completely, panting loudly. his chest was going up and down wildly, his hair sticking to his forehead. you could see his lips parted, his tongue licking them slowly.

“turn around,” he whined, trying to sound as firm as he could.

you barely started moving before he dragged you back into his lap, your back to his chest this time. one hand spread your thighs wide while the other shoved three fingers back inside you without preamble. you cried out, back arching, hands scrabbling for the table edge. he fucked you steady and deep, curling on every thrust, his other hand rubbing tight circles over your clit.

“come on”, he panted against your neck, teeth scraping. “want to feel you lose it.”

he was panting and groaning in your ear, spreading kisses on your shoulder and neck, sucking hard enough to leave some more marks there.

he really wanted everyone to know you were with someone, even if they didn’t know it was him.

“m-minho- oh fuck, you… mmmh- s’too much, i can’t take more- so close…” your voice was a mess, unable to talk coherently.

minho snorted, making his moves faster. “come for me. want to see your face while you come.”

he fucked you steady and deep. he wasn’t going to let you catch any break. he needed you long enough to let you go away just like that.

“min! m’gonna-” you shouted, too gone to think about where you were.

you came with a broken shout, thighs shaking so hard the table rattled. minho didn’t stop until you were twitching and whimpering, oversensitive. only then did he pull his fingers free. you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, slow, deliberate. licking them as if it was a treat. your cheeks lighten up, unable to look away.

“tastes as sweet as you look”, he murmured, licking his lips. “now, be a good girl for me and let me fuck you.”

you nodded, frantic. he lifted you just enough to line up and pulled you down onto his cock in one smooth motion. the stretch was deeper than his fingers, thicker. he bottomed out and held you there, both hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. you could feel his warm breath against your neck, hearing him hiss when you took him fully.

“move, darling. wanna watch you bouncing on it,” he said, smugly. that cocky tone never leaving his voice.

but you couldn’t wait any more. 

you started slow, getting used to the thickness, then faster, riding him hard enough that the table legs scraped the floor. skin slapped wetly, sweat slid down your spine. minho kept one hand between your legs, rubbing your clit even though you were still sensitive, the other gripping your tits, feeling them bounce. his eyes stayed fixed on where you took him, lips parted, breathing ragged. 

his face shrink, feeling his own orgasm coming. his hands gripped your waist again, making your moves faster, erratic. your moans never stopped, getting louder and louder with each thrust. both of you were a sweaty, wet mess.

“g-gonna come,” he said against your shoulder, panting. “need to come inside you, please… fuck, you’re milking me good.”

“y-yes! do it, min. need you to cum inside me… oh, god-”

you nodded fast, taking his lips with yours in an urgent kiss. his tongue wandered on your mouth, his teeth clenched on your lower lip when he felt that hot wave hit him.

he finished hard, a bigger amount of what you expected. you could feel him throbbing inside you, his shaky hands caressing your body. his broken sounds being muffled against your bare skin. you could feel how you started leaking, his cum dripping between you.

and neither of you moved for a long moment. even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stand on your own feet right now. and minho didn’t look any better, his face hidden on your back while his breath sounded erratic, ragged.

you could hear him laugh once, quietly, before pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. no words needed, his hands tugging you on a warm, soft hug.

the door was still locked. outside, the sound of another round starting filtered through the walls.

but here, inside, minho’s fingers traced slow circles on your skin like he had nowhere else to be.

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