I'm Not Cute Anymore
Paring: Sub!Minho X Dom!Male!Reader
Genre: Smut
Inspo Quote: As cute as a button, especially when unbuttoned.
Summary: Feeling his relationship with you is getting dull, Minho cranks the heat up in the form of a satin pink apron.
My Pookies: @leeknowfan @adorned-lover @intrikatie
Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Ass Smacking, Age Gap, Swear Words, Pet Names (Daddy, Slut, Etc)
This had to fix everything and it arrived with a subtle knock on the door. Minho marveled at the satin-pink box placed in his hands, taking in every small detail. Surprisingly, it was quite hard to find one in his size, in his desired color, for his desired purpose. He had everything planned out, and it had to be the way he wanted it.
One, two, three spins in the mirror to make sure every ruffle was perfect and that his ass looked ok in the mini shorts that matched in color. Minho wasn't really one to bake but tonight he definitely wasn’t making cookies in the oven. His paranoia crept back up on him, settling in his stomach as he checked around the corner to make sure you weren't coming.
Seeing the coast was clear, he slowly walked to your shared bedroom where he seen you last. His ruffled white socks that went just to his ankles made gliding across the hardwood easy, barely making any noise at all. The lace around the cuff itched his skin each time he took a small step as it wasn't used to being touched so lightly. He pushed through the discomfort and changed to a faster stride in search of relief from the friction. Before he knew it he was standing quietly in your view. Your nose was stuck in a book, impossible to put down and always wanting the next chapter when your eyes peered over the top of the pages.
“Fuck,” was all that could escape your lips, carried out just under your breath. He stood at the door frame, unable to walk any closer in his chosen outfit. A baby pink apron fashioned with a bow to the chest. Just under the edge of the apron was a matching pair of mini shorts that hugged his thighs snuggly. The small bow-shaped button on the shorts matched the bows on the apron and you didn't know how much longer you could hold still with him looking at you the way he was.
All the nerves in your body were tingling and the chemicals in the open room were rising. Minho tilted his head at you like the curious cat he was, searching in your face for an answer. An answer to the question he hopes this outfit will fix. “Does it look ok?” he asked with a fake spurt of confidence, trying to break the uncomfortable stare you had on him.
He couldn’t tell if you liked it or just thought it was plain silly. Doubt set in his mind, with thoughts of retreating to the bathroom and exchanging his apron for the light-washed jeans he wore so often. Alongside it, his comfy striped sweater that was prolly collecting hair from off the floor.
Your breathing was unsteady as you drooled over his juicy thighs, which you so missed having the pleasure of seeing. “Get over here.” Your tone was harsh and your expression blank as you held yourself back from coming undone just over the sight of him. His unease was written on his face and you knew how to rid him of it quickly.
As he neared the bed, you took his hand and your other tucked a finger under his chin to force him to look you in the eye. “Aren't you as cute as a button?” you asked, trailing that same finger down his throat, over his stomach till you reached the surprisingly soft shorts that were too small in all the right places. His cock throbbed in your hand as you palmed him, squeezing ever so slightly. A small smirk popped on your face at the discovery he had no underwear on, making Minho swallow his spit dryly.
Finding the single bow that held the shorts on, you pushed it through the little hole and felt the fabric relax on his hips. A sigh accompanied by a shudder left Minho’s exposed body when he realized how much this turned you on. He pushed all his doubts aside at the sight of the leakage darkening your shorts, which made his mouth water. Minho didn't know which he wanted more, fucked or gagged but he knew one thing, you'd make that decision for him.
Your eyes never left his as you pushed the shorts off his supple thighs that did a horrible job of hiding his drippy cock. When there was nothing left but his sheepish smile and the pink smock you snapped, flipping him around so he was bent over the edge of the bed. You wanted nothing more than to see his juicy asshole, and there it was gaping in front of you.
“Such a slutty little thing,” you said tracing a small circle on the apple of his ass. Minho loved it when you were rough and he hadn't had it like this in such a long time. “Fuck me Daddy,” he said with a groan as your hand smacked the exposed skin you touched so tenderly after.
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It's funny what a few years could do to someone's head. Though small, the age gap between the two of you made Minho horny. It was no secret he liked older guys so even a little space in years made his cock twitch for you more.
The short venture your hand traveled from his thigh to his ass could only be described as delicious. His round muscular cheek collided with your hand so softly when you went for a smack. Hard enough he could feel it, and the room filled with the sting, but soft enough to make him jiggle. After he let out another strained cry you put him out of his suffering, gripping his hips to steady yourself and pushing in slow.
When you reached halfway you jolted forward into him, not being able to stop yourself from how good he felt surrounding you. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” Minho demanded through his teeth, as he bit his tongue when your hips began pounding into him. The skin on his back swallowed the thin strap around his waist as he arched back into you more and more.
His head swung down with spit leaking off his upper lip much like his cock. The tip of his penis leaked precum down onto the bed, making two wet stains under Minho from two separate places. The more he moaned into the empty space in front of him, the more you yearned to hear him be louder. You managed to slap him one last time before curling your groin up into him to finish emptying your load.
“Taking all my cum, you like that Slut?” you asked slamming into him hard. You couldn't help how horny you were for him and it'd been too long since sex was fun. Minho’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grabbed the soft band along his back that held the apron on and used it like a handle. A small cracking sound from the stitches popping out nestled under your mixed moans, with your orgasm finally coming down.
When you stopped fucking Minho everything that was blurred from pleasure, came into view. How red Minho’s ass was from you smacking and fucking him roughly. The giant puddle of cum between his legs that matched yours spread all over the back of his thighs. It dripped out of Minho’s asshole with small gusts of trapped air helping to push it out. Sinful, gross, and messy but you both loved how it felt.
Slowly you drug your finger through your cum on his leg and waited for him to turn around. His shaky legs swung around on the bed to face you and got met with exactly what he wanted. “Open,” you said softly, tapping his chin for him to understand. He obeyed sweetly, sucking your finger into his mouth with a deliberate soft moan.
“I think I ruined your apron,” you said with a chuckle as you examined how badly the strap was broken. It hung off the other, only being held together by the small bow Minho tied earlier. “I don't think I need it anymore, do I?” Minho asked teasingly, looking down at your limp yet twitchy cock.
With hurried legs and a bunny grin, Minho scurried into the bathroom as you chased his jiggly ass down the hall. Oftentimes after, you tease how much you love it when Minho bakes you cookies, confusing everyone, cause he truly hates baking.