i read the subby hyunjin and seungmin ask n had a though so hear me out!
imagine subby minho 🤯
he would be such a brat but also loving the way his s/o can make him submissive>>>
n he would probably be into like orgasm control???
like he would get so whiny bcz he finished b4 his s/o told him and he would throw away all his pride bcz he wont shut up unless u feed his pride by allowing him to pleasure u :(
(im also sick pooka :< we sick tgt 😝!!!)
-✰
SUBBY MINHO AAAAA 💔💔💔
he would be so so so bratty!!! always on purpose, though, because he craves nothing more than to be treated roughly by you!! slap him!! spit in his face!! use his cock until he’s sobbing against your chest!! he fists his sorry cock to the thought of it every night!!
he loves getting punished a little too much because he’s addicted to how fuzzy he feels once you’re finished with him :( he’d look so pretty, face flushed and raw from all the slaps he took, eyes glossed over, spit-slicked lips parted :( still, his little hand would paw at your thighs for more—can take it, he’d slur. wanna show you ‘m good for you—use me.
AND OMFG NOOO i hope u feel better soon baby :( my whole family was sick ugh it was a disaster. take vitamin c 🤬
(mxm) built subtop! nerd minho w his big glasses and hair sticking to his forehead, brows pulled up, eyes half open, red cheeks and chest heaving mouth dropped open and fat wet cock out
happy thanksgiving 😋😋
happy thanksgiving indeed because i just gobbled this shit UP! idk if this was meant to be an ask or something to talk about but DAMN i’m thinking about it now, nerdy Minho riding you so hard his big framed glasses fall off forgotten beside you both as he continues at a break neck pace😩
summary: Minho’s trying subbing for the first time but doesn’t want to admit that perhaps he likes it just a little bit more than he lets on
warnings: dom (switch) reader, sub (switch) minho, lots of bdsm mentions, rimming, anal fingering, nipple play, minho gets called kitten a lot, praise kink, throat-fucking (with fingers), sensitive thighs!minho, some communication issues, jealousy, glasses minho for like 2 seconds (yes, that needs a warning)
word count: 8.1k (holy shit i'm so sorry)
a/n: thanks everyone for being so patient for how long it took to get this out. the beginning is a bit different than it is in the teaser but it's still the same concept
A soothing hand trails over his hipbone.
It’s coaxing, lulling, making his head turn fuzzy, thoughts becoming a jumbled mess...
But he can’t.
He wants to...or does he?
No time to think, no time to process the thought even. Not before your dark laugh is in his ears, low and slightly raspy, filling his body with a kind of heat he'd never had the pleasurable (?) experience of hearing before.
“You ready?”
He shivers involuntary to his traitorous body, biting back a heavy moan at the feeling of your lubed up fingers slick against his hole.
“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up.” He impatiently pushes, sounding annoyed, almost agitated.
It throws you off a bit, nearly makes you pause.
But you can tell. From years of knowing him, from years of him being the closest person in your life.
You can read his expressions like a book, his body language like it's your own. His body, each and every sensitive little spot, like his thighs and that spot on his jaw right beneath his ear, you know it like the back your hand.
And it's easy to tell with the way his eyes are slightly glazed over-by the way his hips grind down onto your fingers.
Desperation and a tinge of something unfamiliar fills his words as he scrambles to keep his composure. “Let’s just get this over with. I wanna have my fun with you ne-” His voice cracks, cutting off mid-word, voice turning hoarse and weak.
A “Fuck!” that's immediately followed up by a gasp.
Your hand stays on his hip before trailing a bit higher in an effort to get him to relax a bit. "Doing so good for me, such a good boy."
He hisses in reply, biting down on his bottom lip so hard he's almost sure it'll burst, all in a silly attempt at trying to hold back the moan on the tip of his tongue.
The feeling of your fingers is awkward-not painful-just...odd.
He's never done this so it's understandable. Never let anyone else, or even himself for that matter, touch there. It's the feeling foreign object being forced inside a new space but slowly, ever so fucking slowly that he feels as if he's beginning to lose his mind, you start to move. Crooning into his ear, messaging his gummy walls, a hooded look taking over at the sight of him.
"How does it feel?" Hands clench the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white and his eyes squeeze shut. "Tell me...kitten."
Jesus. The word sounds so good rolling off your tongue. So completely and utterly intoxicating that he almost, almost allows himself to let go.
But he catches himself just in time.
"Do you like it?"
Because fuck, fuck, he doesn’t want to admit it.
Admit that maybe, just maybe he feels good under your control. That maybe he’s been craving for longer than he's suggested.
"Nngh,"
The sound is so soft you nearly miss it, but not quite. And you can feel your own body getting hotter and hotter from just this. From him. From his reactions, the way his body moves in small twitches and his eyes struggle to stay focused.
And the thing is, he tries so, so hard the control the noises he lets out that the lower half of his body moves on instinct, thighs tensing before falling slack and finally apart, spreading wide open for you and desperately, needily moving.
You barely have to do any of the work as he begins to fuck himself on your fingers, movements quick and sharp, hitting deep inside of him in a nearly violent way, warm walls clamped down hard around the two fingers.
“God, you’re so fucking tight baby.” You coo, watching in lustful fascination,
“F-fuck, don’t say that type of shit. I-i swear when I-m do-ne with y-you-“ He cuts off into a broken moan and despite the way his mouth clamps shut, it comes all the same.
Fingers clench the bedsheets, hard enough to make his knuckles turn white, teeth gritting down so hard he’s almost convinced they’ll shatter.
“Loosen up a bit baby, it’s okay, let me take care of you.” Your voice fucking purrs into his ear, an involuntary shudder ripping through his demeanour, body nearly shaking, goosebumps breaking across his skin.
A mewl crawls up his throat and he swallows thickly, trying to hold it back, trying to keep composure, trying to stay-
“Does it feel nice...” The teasing tone already has him spiralling, but what’s just a little bit further? What’s just a little bit more? You smirk lightly, tongue gliding over to wet your lips in a sinfully teasing way.
His heart pounds wildly in his chest. “C’mon, you’ll be a good little kitty? Won’t you?”
He can feel it. Your tongue, warm and wet around the shell of his ear. Your whisper, your words deposited straight into his head, engraving into his innermost desires.
“All you gotta do is jus’ tell me what you want, tell me how you want it.” You growl. "Faster?" He nearly chokes on his own spit as you do exactly that, fingertips catching on the rim as you move quickly in and out of him.
"Harder?" Stars swim in his vision when your fingers meet his prostate for the very first time, abusing the oh-so sensitive spot, hitting it over and over and...
Fuck.
He squirms underneath your weight on top of him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
And then you stop and he can't help the anguished cry that falls from his red and bitten and puffy lips that you wanna taste so, so badly.
Heat raises in his cheeks, up his neck and his face, tinting him up to the very tip of his ears such an endearing shade of pink. So cute, so delectable.
God, you could just eat him alive.
You blatantly ignore his greedy movements, quiet, needy, high-pitched noises coming from deep in his throat as your hand trails up his body to cup his cheek. "Just tell me pretty kitty~"
It gives him a second to think.
A second to recollect himself.
A second to doubt all of this.
And...
Silence.
And more silence.
Just as quick as that adorably compliant look had appeared, it was gone and despite the bright colouring still smattered across his features, a hardness fills his eyes.
“No.” His breathe his shaky. "Stop."
The words hit a little bit harder than you’d like to admit. You know he can see though, the way your smile drops and your shoulders droop ever so slightly.
Remorse shines brightly in his eyes, chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath but he holds his ground. Screws his mouth up and simply returns your gaze as you falter and look away, doubt crossing filling your expression.
You knew that he was new to this…the submitting aspect of things. Knew that Minho wasn't the type to just lay down and take it. But when you had brought up the idea of it, he’d said he was down to try.
In fact, you weren't even the one to bring it up. It was all him. All because he’d been helping you pack up your things.
Minho had asked you to move in with him a few weeks ago and you were elated, obviously agreeing to this next big step in your relationship.
Problem: your current place was a mess of junk with sentimental value and stuff you didn’t really need but insisted on keeping.
Honestly, it was almost like one of the tamer episodes of Hoarders.
You remember, you’d been packing up your closet and clothes, folding things and putting them in boxes and Minho had been in your room, clearing out whatever junk you kept in your nightstands and under your bed.
“Y/N?”
You hummed in reply, “What is it baby?”
The sound of shuffling reached your ears and when he spoke again it was much closer. “What is this?”
You twisted your body, straining your neck to see what he could possibly be talking about and…
Oh,
Oh.
In his hand, pinched between two fingers was a simple leather collar, black in colour with a silver buckle. A tag attached to the front ring, slightly swinging from his movements.
Minho himself had an unreadable expression. Blank in his await for a response.
Your lips pursed, unsure how to quite formulate one.
You avoided his gaze and he walked closer, taking your undivided attention. “What is this?” He repeated.
Now it was no surprise that you were kinky. Both you and Minho were, your relationship definitely being more on the adventurous side but, well you’d always let him take the lead on things, letting him take up a more dominant role in that area.
And it was quite obvious from the tag, shimmering in the artificial lighting in the room, the tiny letters engraved into it reading ‘pretty boy’.
One could assume that you weren’t the one wearing but administering it from that…
“What does it look like?”
His eyes flickered to the thing as if maybe taking a second look would prove to answer all his questions.
“Well I know it’s a collar,” he replied, almost snootily. “I’m not dumb, I’m just not so sure why ‘pretty boy’ is on it and why you’ve got it…is there something you need to tell me?”
Truth be told, you definitely could’ve told him sooner.
About your past relationships where you stood in the role that he did. That this was one of your first times not being the dominant one in a relationship.
You could’ve told him but really, you’d kind of given up on it already.
Ever since you were discussing everything; the things you guys were open to, the things you weren’t, limits, safe words, etc, you had tried to hint it to him.
Suggest kinks and offhanded comments that would allude to it but it was the first time you’d seen your very smart and normally able to read between the lines boyfriend so inept, unable to put the pieces together.
Plus, he was very intent on domming, and when you told him you were fairly new to subbing he was ecstatic to show you everything.
“Well? Is there?”
Your mouth opened, a response ready on the tip of your tongue...but nothing. Your mouth shut and so instead you put down everything you were doing and sat on the floor, patting on the space in front of you. “Sit.”
He seemed to contemplate it for a second before following your lead, the thing still grasped in his hand. You sighed. “Just put the collar down.”
Again, he listened.
And, stupidly, but not regrettably, your brain formulated a response without your conscious deciding to.
“Good boy.”
Minho froze and your mouth clamped shut. “Sorry,” flew out in a rush and he nodded like he understood but you knew he didn’t, not really. Not with the way his body turned tense, falling rigid in place, cheeks a brilliant hue of pink.
The silence filled the room and the tag of the collar in the light caught your eye. You stared at it, counting the seconds in your head, recalling the memories that came flooding back with such a familiar object.
“I should’ve told you earlier, I know...it’s just...” Lamely, almost cringing at your own words, you trailed off, downturned eyes flitting up to read him.
His face is entirely blank, devoid of emotion, giving zero indication of how he feels.
It bugs you. That despite how well you know Minho that you can't read him. You've always been able to, especially with how long you've known him-long enough to move in with him-oh god was that still happening? Did you just ruin everything? Did he hate you now? Was he going to break up with you?
The thought process is broken with a single nod, his head bobbing down, eyes averted from yours. "It's...okay."
And...
You wait for him to continue but he says nothing more, gaze averted to look down at his hands which are fiddling around on his lap.
So you take a deep breath, hoping for the best. “Do you wanna say anything else?”
“Try it on me.”
“I know, it’s-wait, what?”
“Try it on me.”
That had been the last thing you would've expected to come out of your partner's mouth, obviously not an unwelcome answer, in fact you were elated but...it was surprising to say the least.
After that you'd talked for a bit.
You'd asked him to elaborate a bit, tell you exactly what that entailed and what he wanted from it, what he expected from it.
It was his first time and he wanted to go slow.
Nothing big like those 10 inch monster strap-ons seen in those hard-core femdom porns or too rough like any kind of impact play, but-somewhat shyly, in a completely out of character Minho fashion-he admitted that awhile ago he'd come across something about rimming that caught his interest.
And with the way he turned all red and embarrassed on you as he explained it, well, long story short, even the idea of it was more than enough to get you on-board.
----
“No.”
"Stop."
That's all it takes. That's all you had discussed it would take.
Eyes flash up at his face while gently pulling your fingers out of him, trying to be tender and not do anymore damage that you might've already done.
"Shit. 'M so sorry-did I go too far?"
His body squirms in a futile protest, clenching around you, his eyes screwing shut as he lets out a breathless groan, followed by a weak whine.
In pain? Maybe?
Trying to soothe him, you hush him, whispering small praises that just seem to agitate him more, "No. No...what're you doing?" he reaches for you, trying to grab at your arms and whining again.
His body laid tense, you raise up on your haunches, easily brushing his pawing hands away from your body.
"I think that this is enough for tonight Minho." Your voice is gentle, hands soft as you brush the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. It does nothing to soothe his panicked, inarticulate protests.
"No!" His legs wrap around your hips, pulling your body close against his, his lips beginning to pepper soft kisses down your neck and collarbone.
What does he want? What is he trying to do? After telling you to stop and now doing this.
You push him away again by the shoulders this time with a sense of finality. Your warm hands made contact with his skin making him shiver.
You eyes are calculating as you try to read him, face serious. That's all there is for a second before you sigh and move to the edge of the bed, putting some space between the two of you.
"Look Minho," He did, intently staring at you. "You need to tell me what you want. I need to know that you're completely on board with all this." You wince, looking for the best words. "Because, I don't know, you tell me to stop and then act like that, I-i don't understand. And that kinda makes me feel like you're just doing this because I want to?"
He opens his mouth to speak but is cut before he can say anything. "And I don't want that. I want you to be enjoying this too and feeling good and safe. So...if you could just tell me what you're feeling?"
Minho looked at you and you looked back, completely wordless.
There were a million things racing through his mind, so many things he wanted to say.
But his throat couldn't work. Was his pride too high? Was he scared?
He had never had anything he felt like he couldn't share with you before. He never felt like you would judge him or scrutinize him. Especially when you wanted this too.
Why couldn't he say them?
When he wanted this too?
So all you got in reply was an animated nod. And you tried to smile back but it was weak. "Okay. So what do you need? Do you wanna take a shower? I could make you some lunch if you want and we can eat it together in bed...or we can always order food, there's that place you really liked last time?"
He looks anywhere but at you, fingers playing with a loose thread on the sheets. "Could you maybe...could you maybe just hold me?" The words came out quiet but seemed like a scream in your ears. "I mean-you don't have to-I just-"
"-Of course baby." You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his body, hugging him close, pulling the sheets up to cover you.
He went rigid for a second before relaxing with a contented sigh, shutting his eyes and curling into you. "Thank you."
"There's nothing to thank me for."
The silence followed wasn't awkward but Minho couldn't help but feel that way, listening close to your chest as your breathing slowed and eventually he knew you were asleep.
He knew he should be soon to follow. Warm and comfortable and close to you, and any other night he would've already been asleep too.
But he couldn't.
And it wasn't just because he was undeniably still very hard, his body still hot and aching for some kind of touch of release.
It was also because he couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't stop looking down at you, asleep, and feel like there was more he could've said. More he definitely should've said.
But didn't.
----
Nothing had been said about it since. Not a single word from you or from him for that matter.
You acted as if it never happened. Not in an angry or silent treatmenty kind of way but in a way that you were acting the exact same as before, no changes in anything, not hostile or bitter.
It confused him just as much as it frustrated him because it would've been amazing if he actually wanted to forget about it. If he hadn't stayed up all of that night coming up with what he was gonna say when you brought it up the next day.
And he waited for you to because it wasn't like he could.
But you didn't.
You stayed firmly in your place as if you actually forgot it ever happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. God, it was infuriating.
He meant to try to bring it up. Many times. When you sat at the table, eating dinner together. Or when he glanced over at you before bed, on your phone.
The words would tingle on his lips, ready to pour out, but then you'd catch his stare, smile gently in that way that made his heartbeat quicken and ask him what he was thinking about.
And then he'd chicken out.
It's been a week now and you haven't had sex since, not necessarily odd since he'd normally be the one to initiate it.
How was he supposed to though?
When all he wants is for you to shove him down and mess him up so entirely he won't be able to remember his own name.
When, when he takes a shower now, his fingers begin to touch places they never have, venturing down, trying to replicate the feeling that your's did.
Closing his eyes and imagining that they're yours. His mind trying to vividly remember the way that your voice sounded, raspy and commanding, whispering into his ears.
'Let me take care of you.'
'You'll be a good kitty? Won't you?'
'Just tell me what you want, tell me where you want me to touch you.'
Reliving the moment over and over in his head, arm covering his mouth to keep from whimpering as he falls apart on his own fingers, wishing that they were yours.
Trying to keep from being too loud because you're right outside the bathroom, pretending that nothing fucking happened.
Because he couldn't let you know like that. Couldn't let you know that even just imagining what you did to him makes him feel all fuzzy and floaty and high that it became new jerk-off material for him.
No, he couldn't let you know like that.
There was no way, it needed to be more special...well not necessarily more special...but definitely smoother.
So what better time than when you were your happiest of all?
Because as well as you knew him, he knew you just as well and knew everything that made you tick, knew what made you happy and what made you really happy.
And what made you really happy was days like this.
Days when you were both off from work and you'd wake up to something that smelt so good, your nose leading you to the kitchen where your beautiful boyfriend would be, hair still messy and, if you were lucky, glasses pushed up his nose as he made something that smelled absolutely heavenly.
Today in particular you must've been lucky because perched on his nose, making his look so absolutely delectable were his glasses.
Lucky or something along the lines of your boyfriend knowing you a touch too well.
Your arms wrapped around his torso, face buried into the back of his neck, making your voice some out slightly muffled. "Hey beautiful."
He smelled so good, like that specific brand of perfume he always wears, like warmth and comfort and a little bit of something that made you feel just a touch insane.
"You look good, what's the occasion?"
He sighed, ignoring the way his body reacted to the gravelly tone of your voice. "My glasses?"
You hummed in reply, warm breath fanning over his neck. "You know what they do to me. M' such a whore for you in glasses." You groaned, hands resting on his hips. "They just make you look so..." you trailed off without the right words to properly describe how good he looked in them.
The burner shut off and he moved the pan off the heat, turning around to face you. "Really? A whore you say?" He took your wrists in his hands, pulling them off of his hips and pushed you back against the counter.
You smiled teasingly at him. "Mhmm, they really just do something to me...you know that."
This was normally the point of your morning when he'd set you on top of the counter, or turn you around against it, sometimes back to the bedroom if either of you had enough patience for that-whatever available surface he could find to fuck you on.
He didn't though.
He frowned slightly and pulled your wrists down, pressing them under his shirt and letting go.
You obliged, watching in fascination as he held his breath, your hands, one planting on his hip, the other moving up, warm in travelling the expanse of his stomach and up toward his chest and pecs.
His body curled around yours, gripping the counter so hard his hands were near white, resting his chin of your shoulder, a breathy moan escaping as you brushed over his nipple.
"Y/N," He breathed, followed by something high and needy. It sounded so much like a plea, making something familiar begin to stir in your gut.
Was he...?
Did he want..."
You began to pull away but he stopped you, holding your wrists again to keep your hands where they were. "Don't." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Please...please don't."
He pulled back just enough to hold your gaze. Pulling you into a trance you couldn't seem to break out of.
And slowly he began to move your hands for you, not breaking eye contact all the while.
Letting the one still on his hip to come up, cupping his pec.
Taking the other out from under his shirt and right back up, until it was loosely pressed against his throat.
Your breath hitched, feeling his pulse thrum under your fingers.
Searching his eyes and trying-failing to read him. Trying-failing to find the words.
"Y/N." He whispered you name again. In that tone. In that wanton, desperate way. "I-i need-"
Words were cut off, trance broken, moment ruined as a knock at the door sliced through the tension like a knife.
Your head snapped toward the door but he clung desperately to your arms. "No, j-just ignore i-" Minho was once again cut off as the knock came again, accompanied with words this time.
"Y/N! I know you're home! I know when your days off are, you can't fool me!"
You groaned loudly, whispering an apology to your boyfriend before pulling away, talking your warmth with you but leaving a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach behind.
"The fuck you want Hyunjin?" You yelled, heading toward the door, opening it wide to find the blond boy mid-knock.
Hyunjin looked at you, the only slightly more annoyed than usual expression on your face than when you normally looked at him then to Minho, shirt rumpled, hands clenching the countertop, face red.
Then he smirked and walked in.
----
"I swear to god, I hate living with them!" Hyunjin groaned loudly. "The food, oh my god, I don't think it could get any worse, it's 24/7 protein powder and energy drinks, I don't think I've had a decent, edible meal in weeks-and oh, don't even get me started on the smells they bring in!"
You scoffed out a laugh. "What? Not into the gym bro stink?"
Why the hell was he even here?
Minho found himself wondering that over and over throughout the day, sometimes in his head, silently to himself, and sometimes out loud with a pointed look toward the 'he' in question.
What was Hwang Hyunjin doing in his house all day with you, when it was Minho who supposed to be spending your time with?
You two were friends-best friends-ever since you'd met, years ago, before you'd even known Minho. Hyunjin had actually been the one to introduce him to you.
It was nothing irregular for him to come home at the end of the day to see you hanging out or you mentioning that you were going out to hang out with him as you were heading out the door.
And Minho had never had a problem with that before today.
Before your best friend had cock-blocked and ruined his perfectly planned chance to finally tell you how he felt, a talk that would hopefully lead to more than talking.
Before nearly six hours had passed since he'd arrived, clearly overstaying his welcome in Minho's eyes.
And on the specific day he had finally built up whatever it took to actually act on his feelings.
On his day off. When he had nothing else to do but watch you two talk about whatever, bring up inside jokes and continue conversations, gossip about things that you'd never even mentioned to Minho before.
You guys were clearly close.
A lot closer than Minho had originally imagined. Was this normal?
The way that you were throwing your head back and laughing, the way you hit his arm, almost roughly while wiping tears of laughter from your eyes.
The way Hyunjin seemed to listen intently when you spoke, the way he nodded along and didn't try to talk over you like the other boys did.
He was probably reading into things. But those were both things that you did to him. That he did to you.
Did Hyunjin like you?
Hyunjin shared his feelings. Hyunjin told people exactly the way he felt-he wouldn't hesitate to tell you anything.
Did you like that?
Did you like Hyunjin? That he could share and talk about the things that Minho wouldn't?
No. No, he was just being paranoid. He was jumping to conclusions.
He needed to get out of here for a bit, distract his mind. So he pulled out his phone, sending out a quick text.
"Hey guys, imma head over to hang out with Han and Felix for a bit." You leaned up with a smile, closed your eyes as he pecked you on the forehead. " Love you."
Unsatisfied with just that you took him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down and kissing him full on the lips. "Love you more, have fun!"
"Tell them I said hi!" Hyunjin called over as Minho slipped his shoes on.
"Mhm."
"Oh! And remember to put on a coat, it's getting colder out. Don't want your pretty face to freeze."
He scoffs in reply, biting back a smile. "Glad to know you just care about my pretty face."
"You know it." You wink back.
Hyunjin fake gags in disgust. "You guys are weirdly wholesome and I don't like it."
You stick out your tongue, shoving him with your foot. "You're just jealous-Bye baby!" You call as he pulls the door shut, feeling paranoid once again.
----
"And then he said 'No. Stop.', so I did y'know, but then afterward he seemed kinda upset, I don't know, I love him so much, I really just wish he wasn't so hard to read sometimes." You groan.
Hyunjin laughs, "sounds like someone else I know."
You scowl in reply. "Fuck you, my communication skills have gotten much better and we both know that."
He holds his hands up in surrender, nodding for you to continue.
A heavy sigh makes its way past your lips. "Like, I don't even know what to do anymore. Because, right before you came in he was putting my hands up his shirt and saying my name all...desperate and god, it was hot. But he was looking at me with those eyes, y'know?"
Hyunjin listened carefully. You remember the very first time you'd brought up relationship stuff to him, asking for advice years ago, thinking it was so embarrassing. If only then you'd know the type of relationship stuff you'd be sharing with him now.
"Well, I for one think you need to stop avoiding the subject. Tell him."
"But what do I tell him?" You deadpan.
"Tell him everything you just told me. Tell him how you feel."
You huffed, crossing your arms, not hearing the door slowly creak open. "Then why can't he say anything? I'm here grasping at straws-trying to help him! He said stop so I'm trying to make it easier for him by not bringing it up! If he wants it, he should just fucking tell me!"
The door slammed shut and your eyes widened, looking toward the sound to see Minho standing in the doorway. And unreadable expression laid across his face but the hurt in his eyes evident.
Hyunjin looked from you to him and then back at you. "Y'know, I think I gotta go to the bathroom, leave you guys to figure everything out."
"Hyunjin," you try to grasp at him for help but he's up and going already, leaving the room quickly with a quick awkward wave. You look helplessly toward he disappeared with a groan. Asshole.
Then you look back at Minho.
He kicks of his shoes and takes off his jacket. Why was he even back so soon? He left, you glance at the time on your phone, he only left like twenty minutes ago.
The question must be evident on your face because he shrugs. "They weren't doing anything interesting, so I came back."
You look back toward where Hyunjin left and then before you know it Minho's in front of you.
"Please." He looks down at his feet taking your hand in his. "Please don't look at him," he begs, helplessly?
Hopefully?
You're not entirely sure, with nothing here familiar, a new territory that he's crossing into. You have no idea but something inside you is lit.
And then he's looking up at you again with a kind of determination in his eyes. "Look at me instead."
His fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, almost painfully, almost.
But then your boyfriend. Lee Minho. The man that you have given your heart utterly and completely to is falling to his knees in front of you, eyes wide and body slouched, hand at his side in a tight fist while the other still holds, pleadingly, desperately onto you.
"I'm sorry if I can't open up to you. I'm sorry I'm cold and I'm distant but I promise I'll try, I promis-"
"-Minho." You cut off. "I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have said that and-"
"-I want you to take over me." He breathes, heart beating quicker as your eyes widen in lust or surprise or both. "I want you to tell me what to do...Tell me-tell me I'm yours. Tell me I'm the only one that's yours, tell me that he isn't."
Your fingers squeeze the arm of the couch.
"-Do whatever you want to me. Please. I need you to do whatever you want to me." He pulls your hand into his hair, sighing into the motion of your fingers, reluctantly, running through the strands with a slight tug, forcing his posture straight.
You're surprised by the sudden change in mindset. In the way his words come flowing out like they've been stuck there for so long that they have no choice but to.
A muffled moan comes as he bites his lip. "No more of that." Your thumb guides his mouth open, a pointed look urging him to continue. "Go on. You're so pretty when you beg."
He hesitates, but only for a second. "Control me. Mark me. Make me yours."
His head is tugged back by the fingers knotted in his hair, leaving the smooth expanse of his neck on display.
You lean down in front of him, lips at his ear. "Are you sure?"
"Please~"
An awkward cough breaks through the moment. You both look and there's Hyunjin.
He averts his eyes, staring at his feet, pointing to the door behind him. "I-i'm just gonna-gonna leave, yeah?"
You nod incredulously, making a shooing motion with your free hand, Minho straight up glaring at getting cock-blocked for the second time today by him.
Hyunjin quickly makes his way out, leaving with a supportive thumbs up to you before shutting the door behind him.
"Finally." Minho groans.
Slapping his shoulder, with a pointed look, he looks back almost offendedly. "Be nice." You warn.
He presses his head further into your touch, nudging against your fingers in his hair with an appreciative hum and a bratty smirk. "I could be nice...or maybe I could be bad...and you could..." he presses himself closer, wedging his body between your thighs. "punish me."
Your eyes nearly bug out and you almost choke on your own spit. "Minho," Thank fuck, you wore shorts today.
Because his lips are brushing over your thighs. His eyes still locked on yours as he slowly licks up your skin, then begins leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can find purchase.
Goosebumps rise all over your skin, a drawn out moan gracing his ears and your fingers tighten in his hair, almost painfully, but he can't bring himself to care.
"Minho," you gulp and he's quick to reply with nothing but a moan of his own.
But this isn't what he asked for.
This isn't what he asked you to do.
So you pull him away by his hair, sighing at the loss. He whines, trying to pull back but you don't let him.
"Minho." He ignores you, sticking his tongue out in a vain attempt. "Kitten."
That has his attention. Body freezing and breath stopping for all but a second before a shudder rips through him.
You smirk. "Go to our room and lay down on the bed for me." You glance over him. "Take off your clothes too."
He's scrambling up as soon as you're letting go, hurrying to follow your order.
This is gonna be fun.
You try to give him some time, a few minutes for him to carry out what you told him to and a few more just to torture him a little but anticipation eats away at your will-power, making it near-impossible to wait long before you stand up off the couch.
A million ways to fulfill his wishes run through your mind. But as soon as you're in the doorway it all goes blank.
He's gorgeous and that's all you can think about. More than gorgeous, fucking ethereal sitting there on the bed all 'innocently', on his knees, hands clenching and unclenching with nerves in his lap.
Completely and utterly bare.
It takes all of you to not pounce on him and ravish him where he sits but instead click your tongue disapprovingly. "Kitty," he shivers. "So messy," you lean down to pick up his clothes, thrown messily around the floor.
He turns a pretty shade of pink. "I'm sorry, was just so...excited."
Your gaze shifts down. "Well that's obvious. But that's no excuse."
"'M sorry."
You push his chin up, calmly watching the way his pupils dilate. "Oh, it's okay sweet thing, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me."
His eyes light up, sparkling as you chuckle. "And that can start off by getting on your hands and knees."
He hesitates, but only for a second. "Can I have a kiss first?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely, kitty." You pull his face closer, cupping it in your hands as he whines, so close yet so far.
You smile at the noise and finally he received a kiss, rising up onto his knees, trying to get closer to you. Lips soft and eager as they seek out yours, purring out as your hands caress his body, going lax against you at the feeling.
It's a bit odd for him at first, the way that you take the lead in the kiss, teeth nipping at his lips, your hands groping his body. He gets used to it quickly though, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer before you pinch him in the side and he lets with a yelp.
"Just relax." You whisper against his lips, kneading at the skin above his hips, "Just let me take care of you." He mewls wantonly, pulling away and burying his head into your chest.
You give him a minute, continuing to rub your thumb over the dip in his pelvis. "You okay?"
He nods, taking a deep breath before looking back up at you, eyes glossy. "Yeah. J-just needed a sec."
He catches your lips with his again then, pure need in control of his movements now. Clutching you and letting his eyes slip shut, and when you bite down of his lip and he lets out a gasp, you take the moment to let your tongue to slip past the seal of his lips, fogging up his mind, a high needy moan escaping him swallowed by you.
Your hand comes up to the back of his head, deepening the kiss, letting out a groan in reply.
Nothing but pure horniness controls Lee Minho anymore. Nothing but the want to please and to listen and to feel good.
When you finally pull away, eyes flickering from one of his eyes to the other, breathing heavy, he lays back.
Teasing at first, landing on his back and spreading his thighs and groping at his inner thighs before flipping over to fulfill your request.
Prettily getting on his hands and knees, facing away from you and wiggling his hips enticingly, letting his back fall into a pretty little slope.
"Oh god, Minho."
Your hands attach to his skin like a magnet to metal, immediately gripping his skin, urged on by the sounds of his moans when you do.
Cupping his ass, squeezing the flesh in your hands like your own personal stress toy. You lean over his back all the while, pressing your weight against to whisper in his ear. "Do you wanna face me kitten or stay like this?"
He clears his throat, trying to focus his thoughts, try to ignore the fact that your fingers are already pressing against his hole, teasing at the entrance.
"C-can I, could I face you? Wanna see you, w-want you to see me."
So you roll him over.
His cheeks are flushed, looking so out of character, so shy, so adorable. "Want me to see you get ruined baby? Want me to watch as I make a mess out of you?"
He nods helplessly with a mewl, letting his legs fall open. "C-could you eat me out?"
The smile that blooms across your face should scare him but only makes him hornier, only makes him remember only just a week ago when you'd almost gotten to this.
Makes him remember the time spent in the shower, getting off to those thoughts.
Earlier today in the kitchen, the shock and then lust replacing that, giving into his silent wish.
Before fucking Hyunjin ruined it all.
That stupid cock-block, getting in his wa-
Minho's so absorbed in his thoughts, too in his head that he barely even realizes where you've gone, what you're doing.
Cutting him off mid-thought.
“Oh my god, f-fuck!” he cries out when you finally insert your tongue inside his ass. He grasps at your hair, cupping your head in his hand and tangling his fingers through the strands like a lifeline. "S-shit!"
You smirk against his skin and the feeling of it has him shuddering. "F-faster. G-go faster."
Immediately he feels the loss and nearly cries from it, trying to push your head back down. You only tsk at him in reply, like he's a misbehaving dog and not a beautiful man nearly crying from being denied once again. "Did you forget who's in charge here Minnie?"
Fingers dig into the skin of his thighs, skimming lower and lower, closer to where he needs you most until his pretty little head is turning into mush from need.
"N-no." But the words are meek.
Your hand mercifully squeezes around his cock all red and leaking with pre cum. You smile, thumbing over the slit, ripping a gasp from his lungs. "Then how about you rephrase that for me?"
God, he can barely think with your touching him like this, barely even comprehend what you're saying as your hand moves smoothly up and down him.
But you don't like that, stopping when you notice how far he is from you. "How about you use please for me Minnie?" You supply.
"Please!" He whimpers, trying to roll his hips down, back onto your tongue, trying to thrust back up into your hand. "P-please! I-i...I need you so, so, so bad! Need you in me, need you touching me, need you 't make me-nngh!"
Your tongue finally-finally presses past the tight ring of muscles once again, burying deep inside and Minho swears he can see stars, thighs trembling, body quaking as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.
You glance up at him, lips curling up at how he seems to have lost all composure. Pulling out and then thrusting back in, he keens, thrusting back down onto you.
The muscles in his abdomen clench, ghosting your fingertips over his inner thighs again, feeling them shake under your touch, tensing and then snapping shut, squeezing together as he moans and trying not to stop breathing.
You're quick to shove his legs back apart, pressing them onto the bed on either side, tracing your nails down his legs, making him shiver and whimper before settling a pinch on one, a little yelp escaping that lets into an adorable mewl.
His walls clamp down around your tongue, his hand tugging uselessly in your hair until it's almost painful. With a pained hiss, you're brushing his hand away easily.
"Keep your hands to yourself." You warn. "Or I'll stop and leave you here like this."
You wouldn't. You don't even think that you could even if you wanted to.
But he doesn't know that, nodding helplessly, words coming out in a hoarse but whiney whisper. "Need more, please, 'm so so close. N-need more."
You make a sound, giving a vibration that feels fucking amazing before licking a long strip from his hole all the way to the tip of his cock, pumping the base a few times, just enough to make him whine before you stop and pout up at him. "Is what I'm giving you not enough kitty?"
His body squirms, trying to say yes but not willing to, not willing to tell the truth. You smile and take two fingers, reaching up to bring them to his lips. "Suck on them for me."
Already too fucked out to care, or possibly because he's so desperate to get your touch back on him, he listens. Cute bunny teeth revealed as he opens up.
And then they're pressing against his tongue, roughly pushing to fuck his throat and all he can think of is you.
You, you, you.
As he can feel your mouth back on him, leaving teasing kisses all down his thighs and cock and hole and, his gaze, hooded and dazed meets yours as you do and fuck he feels like he's gonna burst.
"Good kitty." You murmur, pulling your fingers out to see the drool that drips down his chin before pushing back in. "Such a good kitty for me Minnie, aren't you?"
That feeling inside him swells because yes, yes he's a good kitty for you-just for you. He can't quite verbalize it but god he hopes you can tell from the garbled moans and the way he tries to clutch helplessly at you can convey that.
You keep talking but he can't hear it over the ringing in his ears, and the feeling of your hold on his jaw, so deliciously firm, heat pools deep inside him. You hand, you're groping his thighs, teasing and soft and mean and everything that could drive him utterly insane.
"Such a good kitty for me Minnie." He somehow hears over everything and that's it.
That's all his body can take before he convulses, before his body is trying to curl into itself on instinct, your firm hand keeping him in place. He loses track of time, loses track of everything.
The only thing he can do is let out the loudest scream.
And you swear, he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.
Back arching up off the bed, mouth falling open, nearly shaking under your touch as delectably sinful noises fall from red puffy lips. Ropey streaks of cum spill over his stomach, his orgasm washing over him.
Or hitting him head on like a fucking truck.
Hiccupy gasps wrack him and you try to soothe him, moving quickly to grab a damp towel and gently clean him up.
He whines when you move but he's barely conscious, hand reaching out in an attempt to grab you that results in a quick kiss on his forehead. "Gimme a sec baby, I'll give you cuddles in a second, just let me clean you up."
He keeps that up nonetheless, shivering with sensitivity when you touch him, moaning brokenly and thrusting up at the slight overstimulation.
"M-more," He whispers brokenly, barely conscious.
Into overstimulation, you note, brushing his hair back sweetly. "Not right now, maybe later on but I'm so sleepy, I just wanna cuddle with you."
"Okay," his eyes close, "only if that's what you want." He reluctantly lets you go, so you can throw the towel into the hamper and strip down to lay next to him.
He practically molds to you once you do, curling himself into your arms, being uncharacteristically cuddly that you can't help but swoon at, lacing your fingers together.
You pull the blanket up and turn the light off, letting him fall into a sleep.
And you think he's asleep, exhausted until he speaks, "I don't know why we didn't try this sooner." He whispers tiredly. "That was so good...I don't think I've ever came that hard in my entire life."
You laugh softly, "You know, I'm sorry," Minho tenses but you continue. "a-about before. It is frustrating for me, I won't lie but I know it's hard for you and I should've talked to you instead of ranting to Hyunjin instead."
He nods. "And I'm sorry. I know I should communicate more. I was just so s-I was scared. I don't know why but I was."
You press him closer to you, hugging him so tightly you'd be worried if he weren't clinging to you with the same intensity. "Well, we can talk about it more tomorrow. Let's just go to sleep for now."
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a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed it and i was thankful for how patient everyone was for the long time it took to get this out
but yeah,
my taglist is here, and here are the people that wanted to be tagged:
@hobihearteu, @imsolovelylovely, @d7dream, @lino-jagiyaa, @lemonhongjoong, @fangirlnation @honeymooncrz, @xcookiemonsteer, @blankdyean, @freckleboilix, @karatttttt, @jdopes-recorder, @maru-matt, @aliferousminho, @aeruiian, @iadorethemskz, i'm pretty sure that's it, sorry if you asked to be tagged and you didn't get to be, i just went off of who asked to be on the teaser
lee know insisting he's a dom until you pin him down and then he's crying and begging you to do anything to him,,
😏😏love this trope so much>>>
he's so confident it's almost laughable, assuring you every time you try to bring it up that he's a dom, not a sub
but that is until you back him against the bed, his knees hitting the edge, making him fall back
looking up at you with wide, shocked eyes...blinking and breathing growing heavier, heart hammering in his chest as you straddle his hips, pushing his arms up and pinning them beside his head
he whines and you smile.
"what was that about being a dom...hmm kitten?"
🤭i've gotta full-length fic coming out with this tmrw (that's like 8k words😩)
Summary: Minho’s trying subbing for the first time but doesn’t want to admit that perhaps he likes it just a little bit more than he lets on
Warnings: dom (switch) reader, sub (switch) minho, bdsm mentions, insinuated but nothing too explicit...yet, not in it yet but it’ll have rimming later on (just so y’all know)
Word Count: 1.1k (for the teaser)
A/N: not done w this one yet but i’ll upload a teaser, enjoy what there is so far and i’ll be out with the finished product sooner or later
the finished fic is here now
A soothing hand trails over his hipbone.
It’s coaxing, lulling, making his head turn fuzzy, thoughts becoming a jumbled mess...
But he can’t.
Fingers clench the bedsheets, hard enough to make his knuckles turn white, teeth gritting down so hard he’s almost convinced they’ll shatter.
“Loosen up a bit baby, it’s okay, let me take care of you.” Your voice fucking purrs into his ear, an involuntary shudder ripping through his demeanour, body nearly shaking, goosebumps breaking across his skin.
A mewl crawls up his throat and he swallows thickly, trying to hold it back, trying to keep composure, trying to stay-
“Does it feel nice...” The teasing tone already has him spiralling, but what’s just a little bit further? What’s just a little bit more? You smirk lightly, tongue gliding over to wet your lips in a sinfully teasing way that his his heart pounding in his chest. “C’mon, you’ll be a good little kitty? Won’t you?”
He could feel it. Your tongue warm and wet around the shell of his ear. Your whisper, your words deposited straight into his head, engraving into his innermost desires. “All you gotta do is jus’ tell me what you want, tell me where you want me to touch you.”
Fuck.
He squirmed underneath your weight on top of him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Heat rose in his cheeks, up his neck and his face, tinting him up to the very tip of his ears such an endearing shade of pink. So cute, so delectable.
God, you could just eat him alive.
You just need conformation. The go-ahead, the nod of approval that gave you the consent to go any further.
Silence.
And more silence.
And just as quick as the look had appeared, it was gone and despite the bright colouring still smattered across his features, a hardness fills his eyes.
“No.”
The words hit a little bit harder than you’d like to admit.
You know he’s new to this…the submitting aspect of things but when you had brought up the idea of it, he’d said he was down to try.
In fact, you were barely the one to bring it up. It was all because he’d been helping you pack up your things.
Minho had asked you to move in with him a few weeks ago and you were elated, obviously agreeing to this next big step in your relationship.
Problem: your current place was a mess of junk with sentimental value and stuff you didn’t really need but insisted on keeping.
Honestly, it was almost like one of the tamer episodes of ‘Hoarders’.
You remember, you’d been packing up your closet and clothes, folding things and putting them in boxes and Minho had been in your room, clearing out whatever junk you kept in your nightstands and under your bed.
“Y/N?”
You hummed in reply, “What is it baby?”
The sound of shuffling reached your ears and when he spoke again it was much closer. “What is this?”
You twisted your body, straining your neck to see what he could possibly be talking about and…
Oh,
Oh.
In his hand, pinched between two fingers was a simple leather collar, black in colour with a silver buckle. A tag attached to the front ring, slightly swinging from his movements.
Minho himself had an unreadable expression. Blank in his await for a response.
Your lips pursed, unsure how to quite formulate one.
You avoided his gaze and he walked closer, taking your undivided attention. “What is this?” He repeated.
Now it was no surprise that you were kinky. Both you and Minho were, your relationship definitely being more on the adventurous side but, well you’d always let him take the lead on things, letting him take up a more dominant role in that area.
And it was quite obvious from the tag, shimmering in the artificial lighting in the room, the tiny letters engraved into it reading ‘pretty boy’.
One could assume that you weren’t the one wearing but administering it from that…
“What does it look like?”
His eyes flickered to the thing as if maybe taking a second look would prove to answer all his questions.
“Well I know it’s a collar,” he replied, almost snootily. “I’m not dumb, I’m just not so sure why ‘pretty boy’ is on it and why you’ve got it…is there something you need to tell me?”
Truth be told, you definitely could’ve told him sooner.
About your past relationships where you stood in the role that he did. That this was one of your first times not being the dominant one in a relationship.
You could’ve told him but really, you’d kind of given up on it already.
Ever since you were discussing everything; the things you guys were open to, the things you weren’t, limits, safe words, etc, you had tried to hint it to him.
Suggest kinks and offhanded comments that would allude to it but it was the first time you’d seen your very smart-and normally able to read between the lines-boyfriend so inept, unable to put the pieces together.
Plus, he was very intent on domming, and when you told him you were fairly new to subbing he was ecstatic to show you everything.
“Well? Is there?”
Your mouth opened, a response ready on the tip of your tongue...but nothing. Your mouth shut and so instead you put down everything you were doing and sat on the floor, patting on the space in front of you. “Sit.”
He seemed to contemplate it for a second before following your lead, the thing still grasped in his hand. You sighed. “Just put the collar down.”
Again, he listened.
And, stupidly, but not regrettably, your brain formulated a response without your conscious deciding to.
“Good boy.”
Minho froze and your mouth clamped shut. “Sorry,” flew out in a rush and he nodded like he understood but you knew he didn’t, not really. Not with the way his body turned tense, falling rigid in place, cheeks a brilliant hue of pink.
The silence filled the room and the tag of the collar in the light caught your eye. You stared at it, counting the seconds in your head, recalling the memories that came flooding back with such a familiar object.
“I should’ve told you earlier, I know...it’s just...” Lamely, almost cringing at your own words, you trailed off, downturned eyes flitting up to read him.
But he gives zero indication of how he feels. Nothing but a single nod, head bobbing down, eyes averted from yours. “Do you wanna say anything?”
“Try it on me.”
“I know, it’s-wait, what?”
“Try it on me.”
anyway, tell me what you think so far...and if anyone wants to be tagged lmk
Okay but as a sucker for extremely obedient and innocent boys, loving minho but knowing that with even the slightest hint of sub that he would be a brat hurts
