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Warnings: Hyunjin is lowkey obsessed, profanity, sexual themes, f!reader masturbates (or whatever itâs called), spanking, praise kink, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (pls donât), nipple play, mention of hickeys, groping
âSo, this is the apartment. Itâs not terribly big, but itâs cozy. I think youâll settle in just fine.â The landlord said, turning to look at you with a friendly smile. âAnd think about the bills. Youâll split them in half with your roommate.â
You looked around the apartment, your head tilted to the side as you took the space in. Yeah, it wasnât big, but it was.. Welcoming. âRight, so.. When will I meet my roommate?â You asked, looking up at him.
âWell, the movers are on their way with both your and his furniture, so he should be here in a little bit.â He said, disappearing into an empty to room to call someone.
You huffed quietly, scratching your neck. âExcuse me!â A guy shouted from behind you, making you yelp. You turned around, looking at the movers who were currently holding up your nightstand. âOh, sorry!â You apologized, immediately stepping aside to let them in.
Once they were all inside, you leaned against the door, watching silently as they worked. âHey,â a voice said behind you.
You turned around, and the world suddenly stopped spinning around you. Your eyes locking with the hottest guyâs youâd ever seen. You didnât speak, just blinked. âAre you by any chance my roommate?â He asked with a smile.
What? âYour.. Your roomate?â You stammered, your face turning red. He nodded, running a hand through his hair. âYeah..?â
Oh, if the earth decided to swallow you right now, youâd thank it for it. How would you be able to survive sharing an apartment with the hot guy? âI.. I guess thatâs me.â You said quietly.
Silence fell. You fumbled with your fingers, biting your lip nervously. Then-
âIâm Hyunjinââ
âIâm Y/Nââ
You both stopped abruptly, looking at each other before chuckling softly.
It had been a couple of months since you moved into your new apartment. Hyunjin was easy to be around, really talkative and relaxed. You didnât see each other much, because you worked morning shifts almost every day, while he spent his afternoons at the studio, working on songs with his members. You had met them once, and they were all really sweet.
What you didnât know, was that Hyunjin had an unhealthy obsession with you. He was sure that the feeling that struck him when he first saw you was love. But just because he was being friendly didnât automatically make him innocent either.
Sometimes, you went on trips with your friends or family, and you were gone for almost a week. And Hyunjin? He went crazy without your presence.
He learn your habits, the time you woke up and went to sleep, your perfumeâs name and brand. When you were away, once, he went all the way across town to buy your perfume, just so he could smell it while you were gone.
When you returned, he acted completely normal. He handed you the perfume as a gift, so you didnât think much of it.
But you started having suspicions when you noticed things missing. First, it was the perfume. You had canceled a trip, and while Hyunjin was at the studio, you snuck inside his room to steal a shirt, before your eyes landed on his nightstand. Your perfumeâthe one he had gifted you, was sitting there, on the fucking nightstand.
âMaybe he wanted to smell like it?â You thought to yourself, but then shook your head. âBut then again, itâs a womanâs perfume.â
Another time, your favorite bra was nowhere to be found. You searched everywhere; under your bed, inside the wardrobe, in the laundry basket, but you couldnât find it.
âHey, Jinnie?â You called out later, when you saw him standing in the kitchen, eating cereal for breakfast. âMm?â He hummed, his mouth full.
âI.. I know this might sound weird, but, uh..â you trailed off, scratching your arm awkwardly. âHave you seen my bra? The blue one?â
He froze for a split second, before shaking his head. âNo. Last time I saw it, was when you were wearing it.â He admitted, and looked up at you.
âYouâHow did youââ you stuttered, brows furrowing before he cut you off. âThat time, when you thought I was at the studio but was actually on the couch? And you walked by in just your bra and shorts?â He tilted his head. âThat was the last time.â
Oh. âOh.â You said, nodding. âYeah, sorry about.. That.â
Your bra was still missing. But eventually, you let it go. You had countless of them, not a big deal. Not until your panties went missing too.
You werenât fucking crazy. Last night, you took them off to shower, and in the morning, when you were emptying the laundry to put them in the washing machine, it was nowhere.
âJin,â you said, leaning against his doorframe. âMy panties are missing.â You said, your voice laced with suspicion.
He bit his lip, smiling. âWhich one?â He teased, but sighed when he noticed your glare. âLook, I really donât know, okay?â
âWell, things donât go missing, Hyunjin!â You snapped, taking a deep breath. âYou know what, forget about it. Sorry for snapping.â You muttered, before storming off to your bed.
You glanced at the clock, it was past midnight, yet you couldnât sleep. You tossed and turned, before huffing, frustrated, and stood up. You ran your hands through your messy hair, slipping on your flippers and padding down the hallway quietly.
But you dropped dead in your tracks just outside Hyunjinâs room, when you heard him grunt. You shouldnât have listened. He was just enjoying his alone time. It was late, he was horny. That was all, right?
Wrong.
Because when you pushed his door open just a tiny bit, you saw himâone hand frantically stroking his leaking dick, while the other held your fucking panties to his nose.
It shouldâve made you angry, disgusted, scared even. But all you felt was wetness coating your underwear and inner thighs, and you thought you could handle it, until he groaned your name, low but still audible.
You immediately stepped back, your back bumping against the wall with a quiet thud. You heard his breathing stop for a second. Had he heard you?
You walked to the bathroom cautiously, closing the door behind you quietly. You leaned against it, letting out a shaky breath before turning on the shower. You stripped down until you were naked before stepping inside, sighing as the warm water hit your skin.
Your nerves shouldâve calmed down by now. Your cunt shouldâve stopped throbbing. But none of that happened. Instead, your hand slipped down as you leaned your forehead against the glass, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you pressed your thumb against your clit, hovering there, before moving it in circles. Your other hand trailed up your stomach, taking your breast in your palm and squeezing, two fingers finding their way in your dripping hole.
And the worst part? You hadnât noticed Hyunjin leaning against the door. Watching you. You hadnât heard the door open. That was until the glass door opened, and he stepped inside, completely naked and breathless.
Your eyes snapped open, letting out a gasp as you moved to cover your body. âWhat the fuck, Jin?!â You asked, panting slightly. He didnât reply verbally. Just closed the distance between you, pinning you against the foggy glass door, his hands wrapping around your waist as he leaned down and kissed you.
It wasnât gentle or slow. It was desperate, hungry, like he had been waiting months to kiss you. And honestly, maybe he had.
Your hands rested on either side of his neck, pulling him even closer as your tongue found his, tangling together as he moved his hands down, squeezing the flesh of your thighs and lifting you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly.
He broke the kiss to catch his breath, a string of saliva still connecting you, before he stuck his tongue out, taking the drool in his mouth. You just stared, breathing heavily as the steam of the hot water poured down over your bodies.
âI need you like I need air to breathe,â he mumbled, already kissing down your body. His kisses were hot and wet and so filthy, making your back arch as you looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, your fingers threading through his damp hair. âPleaseâJinnie..â you murmured, throwing your head back as you felt his tongue slide against your folds.
He didnât go slow. He was desperate, fingers digging in your thighs, eyes closed as he moaned against your skin, his tongue swirling around your already sensitive clit before capturing it in his mouth. You screamed, one hand bracing against the glass behind you before it slid down slowly, leaving a streak on it. You cupped his cheek, whimpering softly. ââS too much, please..â you begged, making him look up at you.
He slowly released your clit, standing up. He rested a hand on your waist, the other cupping your cunt before sliding two fingers inside, his mouth busy leaving hickeys all over your throat. âTaste sâgood.â He mumbled, fingers pumping in and out of you. You gripped his forearms, letting out moans and whimpers as your hips chased his hand. âJinnie, fuckfuck, Iâm cumming!â You screamed, your mouth falling open as you finally reached your orgasm.
He slowed his movements but didnât stop, couldnât stop. He helped you ride it out, before carefully pulling his fingers out, making you moan quietly. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean before kissing you again.
You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it made you dizzy, made you feel filthy, but in the best way possible. He bit your lower lip, before whispering. âOn your knees in front of me.â
Your body moved before your brain could catch up.
In an instant, you were kneeling in front of him, hands bracing against his thighs as you bobbed your head up and down, your eyes locking on his as you moaned, the vibration making his hips stutter. âYesâLike that,â he grunted, head thrown back. âDonât stopâfuuuck, good girl, sucking me off so good..â
He pulled you up by gripping your hair, his eyes darting all over your face. Your eyes half-lidded, your lips parted, red and glistening with his pre-cum, your cheeks rosy. âLook at you.â He murmured, turning you around so that your back pressed against his chest.
âPlease..â you whispered, your ass pushing back against him. âPlease what?â He asked, sliding his hands down to slap your ass, earning a yelp from you. When you didnât reply, he leaned forward, licking a stripe up your spine before gripping your throat with one hand, the other guiding his cock to your entrance. âI need words,â
âPlease fuck me!â You cried out, pressing your forehead against the glass. âPleaseplease, Iâll do anything, justâOoh, fuck~â your mouth fell open as he thrusted inside, bottoming out. âMmm, fuck, Y/N..â he panted, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.
He pulled out almost immediately, his tip teasing your folds before pushing back inside. You were moaning so loud, you were sure your poor neighbours could hear you. âYesâYes! Harder!â You cried, your hand burying itself in his hair, the other covering his against your waist. âMm, Jinnie, Iâm.. Iâm gonna..â
âMine,â He hummed against your skin, kissing your shoulder blades, the back of your neck, your spine, your ears, he was so gone. âKeep moaning juuust like that, yeah?â He breathed against your neck, pounding into you as he felt your walls squeezing him. âMine to kiss,â thrust. âMine to miss,â thrust. âMine to miss.â
He slammed against you, burying his cock so deep you could feel him in your stomach. Your back arched like a bow, head falling back against his shoulder as you came with a sharp cry, and he followed right after you, his release leaking out of you.
After you had both managed to calm down, you took your time washing each other, and once cleaned, you hugged him tightly, just sitting in silence and letting the warm waterâwhich was slowly getting coolerâwash over you.
You glanced up at him with a soft smile, your nose scrunching up. âSo.. can I have my panties and bra back now?â You asked teasingly, making him smile back.
âMm, I guess you can,â he replied quietly, burying his face in your shoulder. âGod, Y/N, youâre amazing,â he whispered, placing a kiss where your neck and shoulder met. âCouldnât you tell how badly I wanted you when we met?â You shook your head, humming.
ââM sorry for being oblivious.â
âIâm sorry for stealing your panties and bra.â
group || stray kids
pairing || changbin x afab!reader
rating || teen
word count II 1,746
content warnings || Changbin playing pool, roommates, betting, slow burn payoff, flirting, domestic stuff
summary || You make a simple bet: if you win, Changbin builds your IKEA bookcase. If he winsâŚhe gets a kiss. Youâre not worried. Youâve beaten him before.
The low thrum of the bass from Changbin's speakers vibrated through the floorboards, a familiar rhythm to your weekly pool nights. This was your ritualâtrash talk, half-finished drinks gathering condensation on the side table, and the satisfying click of balls colliding on the felt. But tonight, something else sat in the corner of his living room: a brand new, still-in-the-box IKEA bookcase, flat-packed and judging you with its cardboard stare.
You'd lugged it up three flights of stairs earlier that day, your arms screaming in protest, all with one singular mission in mind.
"You literally owe me," you announced, lining up your shot with practiced precision. "I carried that thing up the stairs by myself."
Changbin snorted from across the table, spinning his cue stick with an annoyingly casual grace. "You insisted on buying it. That's not my problem."
The striped ball dropped cleanly into the corner pocket. You straightened up, smug. "Then put your money where your mouth is. One game. If I winâyou build it."
He paused. Not long, just enough that you noticed the shift in his expression as he really looked at you.
"And if I win?"
You shrugged, already turning back to the table like the stakes meant nothing. "You get a favor."
"Be specific,â he pressed, clicking his tongue.
You rolled your eyes, waving a dismissive hand. "Okay, whatever you want. Within reason."
Another pause, then slow and deliberate: "A kiss."
You blinked. "...What?"
He was already leaning over the table, lining up his shot like he hadn't just dropped a bomb in the middle of your comfortable routine. "On the lips."
The worst part? He sounded completely serious.
You laughed immediately, a little too loudly. "You're ridiculous. Fine. Deal. You're not winning anyway."
***
At first, the game proceeded normally. The familiar rhythm of shots, the occasional miss, the comfortable banter.
Until he started hovering closer when it was your turn, reaching around you to "fix" your aim, his chest brushing against your back. His voice dropped lower, quieter, right by your ear as he offered "helpful" suggestions. Every time you messed upâwhich was happening more frequently nowâhe just hummed softly, a sound that said he expected nothing less.
Suddenly, the angles on the table weren't the only thing throwing you off your game.
Meanwhile, Changbin was playing perfectly. Each shot was calculated, precise, executed with an unnerving calm that made your increasingly flustered state even more frustrating.
"You're concentrating too hard," he murmured, his breath warm against your neck as you leaned over for a particularly tricky shot. "Relax your shoulders."
You jumped, nearly knocking the cue ball. "I know how to play pool, Changbin."
He chuckled, stepping back but still too close. "Could've fooled me."
The game continued in this new, charged atmosphere. Every brush of his fingers against yours as you passed the cue stick sent electricity through you. Every time he leaned in to "help," your heart hammered against your ribs. And he knew it. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
The final ball dropped with a sharp crack that echoed in the sudden silence. You stared at the table, at the perfect trajectory he'd achieved, at the empty pocket where your last hope had vanished. Then at him.
Changbin didn't celebrate, didn't gloat. He just set the cue down, leaned against the table with arms crossed, and looked at you.
"So."
Your stomach did an elaborate flip. You scrambled to recover, to regain the upper hand, to pretend this wasn't happening.
"Yeah, yeah, congrats. Anyway, about that bookcaseâ"
He cut you off with a step forward. "You said whatever I want."
"Within reason," you shot back quickly, your voice higher than you'd intended.
"This is within reason." Another step.
Now you were the one backing up without meaning to, your retreat slow but steady as he advanced.
"It was a joke, Changbin."
"Didn't sound like one."
Your back hit the wall before you realized, the cool surface made you jump, but there was nowhere else to go. He was right there nowâclose enough that you couldn't ignore the intensity in his eyes, the slight parting of his lips, the way his gaze kept dropping to your mouth.
But instead of rushing it, instead of closing the distance immediately? He leaned in just enough to make your breath catch... and thenâ
"What, you scared now?" he teased, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that smirk you knew too well.
You shoved lightly at his chest, your fingers brushing against firm muscle. "You're annoying."
"And you're stalling." He tilted his head, the smirk growing as his eyes glinted with mirth. Then he added playfully, "C'mon, it's just a kiss."
And then he did something that shouldn't have workedâsomething that should have made you laugh or push him away for real.
He exaggerated it. Puckered his lips dramatically, leaning in with a playful expression like he was making fun of you, like this was all just a big joke.
"Pay up."
You rolled your eyes. Muttered something under your breath about immature man-children, before sighing.
Itâs supposed to be quick; just enough to get him off your back, to pay the debt, and move on. You leaned in, pursing your lips slightly, aiming for a brief, meaningless peck.
But the second your lips touched...everything shifted.
His hand was suddenly in your hair, fingers lacing through the strands, steady and firm. The other came to rest at the small of your back, pulling you in, closing the space you were about to create.
And when you tried to pull back startled by the intensity, by the sudden warmth spreading through your chest, he didn't let you. Not immediately.
The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that left you breathless, that spoke of monthsâmaybe yearsâof suppressed want. Your hands, which had been poised to push him away, instead found their way to his shoulders, clinging to him as your knees went weak.
When he finally did pull back, it was only enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. His breathing was ragged, matching your own.
"That wasn't part of the deal," you managed, your voice barely a whisper.
A slow smile spread across his face. "You didn't say it couldn't be."
The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken words. You could still feel the ghost of his lips on yours, the warmth of his hand on your back. Your mind raced, trying to process the shiftâfrom roommates to whatever this was in the span of thirty seconds.
"Changbin..." you started, biting your lower lip. What could you say? That you hadn't expected it? That you hadn't wanted it? Both would be lies.
"Binnie," he corrected softly, his thumb stroking small circles on your back. "Call me Binnie."
You blinked up at him. "I've always called you Changbin."
"Not anymore." His eyes searched yours, looking for somethingâpermission, understanding, you weren't sure what. "Not after that."
A laugh escaped you, slightly hysterical. "We made a bet. I lost. That's all this was."
"Was it?" He leaned in again, not to kiss you this time, just to rest his cheek against yours. His voice was low, intimate. "Because I've been wanting to do that for months,â he whispered in your ear.
Your breath hitched. "Months?"
"Since Yongbok's birthday party. When you wore that black dress." He pulled back just enough to look at you. "You were dancing with Hyunjin, but you kept looking over at me. And I thought...maybe..."
You remembered that night. The black dress you'd bought on impulse, the way his eyes had followed you across the room, the electric current that had passed between you when you'd briefly spoken. You'd dismissed it as alcohol-fueled imagination.
"I didn't think you noticed," you admitted quietly.
"I notice everything about you." His fingers tightened slightly in your hair. "The way you bite your lip when you're concentrating. How you always order the same drink when we go out. That little noise you make when you're about to say something you think is controversial."
Your heart hammered against your ribs. "That's very detailed."
"I'm a detailed person." He smiled, a genuine, soft smile that transformed his entire face. "But mostly, I notice how you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."
Heat flooded your cheeks. "I don'tâ"
"You do." He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your jaw. "And I'm done pretending I don't notice too."
This time when he kissed you, it was different: slower, more exploratory. There was no pretense of a bet to be paid, no game to be won. Just the two of you, finally acknowledging what had been simmering beneath the surface of your friendship for months.
Your hands slid from his shoulders to his neck, your fingers tangling in the hair at the nape. He made a soft sound against your lips, something between a sigh and a hum, and pulled you closer until there was no space left between you.
The bookcase in the corner seemed to mock you from its cardboard prison. This whole thing had started with your scheme to get him to build it for you, and now... Now you were making out against his wall like a teenager, your carefully constructed boundaries crumbling like dust.
When you broke apart this time, both breathless, reality began to creep back in.
"The bookcase," you said, and immediately wanted to kick yourself. Of all the things to say.
Changbin laughed, a real, genuine laugh that made his eyes crinkle. "The bookcase," he repeated. "Right." He stepped back, taking your hand instead. "Come on."
He led you to the corner of the room where the box stood like a monument to your failed plan. He crouched down, reading the side of the box.
"BILLY? You made me play for a BILLY bookcase?" He looked up at you, mock offended. "I was expecting at least something more impressive. HEMNES, maybe."
You swatted his arm. "It's practical. And it matches my decor."
"Practical," he repeated, shaking his head as he stood up. "Of course you'd choose practical over romantic." He paused, then grinned. "Still a deal's a deal. I'll build it."
"Now?" you asked, surprised.
"Now." He glanced around the room. "But first, we need tools. And space. And probably alcohol, because IKEA instructions are written by sadists."
The next hour passed in a comfortable haze of wine, laughter, and occasional frustration with missing dowels and confusing instructions. You found yourself watching his hands as he workedâthe way his fingers moved deftly to tighten screws, the strength in his forearms as he positioned pieces.
"What?" he asked, catching you staring.
"Nothing," you said quickly. "Just... you're good at this."
He smiled, a little shyly. "I like building things. Making something solid out of nothing." He paused, then met your eyes. "Like us."
Your breath caught. "Binnie..."
"I know," he said quickly, holding up a hand. "Too soon. It's just... I've been thinking about this for a while. About us."
"You have?" you asked, your voice softer than you intended.
"All the time." He set down the screwdriver, turning to face you fully. "I just didn't know how to say it. Didn't know if you felt..." He gestured vaguely between you. "This."
"I didn't either," you admitted. "I mean, I knew there was... something. But I thought it was just me."
"Definitely not just you." He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I almost told you that night at Yongbokâs party. But Hyunjin got to you first, and then you left early, and I thought..."
"You thought what?"
"That I'd missed my chance." His fingers lingered against your cheek. "That you saw me as just a friend. Younger. Not..."
"Not what?" you pressed gently.
âNot someone you could want like that."
The vulnerability in his voice made your chest ache. "Oh, Binnie. That's never been it. It was never about your age. It was about..." You struggled to find the words. "About ruining what we have. About making things awkward if it didn't work out."
"Would it be awkward?" he asked quietly. "Now?"
You considered it, really considered itâthe possibility of losing this comfortable routine, this easy friendship if things went wrong. But then you looked at him and realized you were already risking more by not trying.
"No," you said softly. "I don't think it would."
He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You didn't. Instead, you met him halfway, your lips finding his in a kiss. This time, when you pulled apart, there was no awkwardness, no uncertainty. Just the quiet acknowledgment that something had shifted between you, irrevocably.
"We should finish this," you said, gesturing to the half-built bookcase.
"We should," he agreed, but made no move to continue. Instead, he traced the line of your jaw with his thumb. "But first, I need to know something."
"What?"
"Are we doing this?" he asked, his eyes searching yours. "You and me. For real."
You took a breath, then let it out slowly. "Yeah," you said, a smile spreading across your face. "We're doing this."
His answering grin was brilliant. "Good." He leaned in for another quick kiss. "Now let's finish this damn bookcase before I get distracted again."
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cws: smut, unprotected sex (I planned this to be protected, I SWEAR), fingering, riding, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), squirting, cum eating, throatfucking, love confessions, a bit of fluff, virgin!Reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, corruption kink but with a twist, dom!Lee Know, service top!Lee Know
word count: 6686
summary: minho was the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring but with a deep dark desire inside of him. When he finds out youâre so inexperienced, he canât hold it back anymore
a/n: I actually had this idea for so long now and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done for literal months! Iâm so glad I can finally present it to you
Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.
He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.
And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.
He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.
He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.
He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.
He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.
He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.
But what you didnât know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.
When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldnât speak, think or walk properly anymore.
When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.
When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.
When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.
When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.
But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadnât been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadnât been the right time yet.
But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.
Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.
He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasnât possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.
Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.
With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.
âSorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried awayâ.
He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.
âI liked itâ, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.
His face turned back to you.
âYou did?â, he asked.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.
âSo- you want me to continue?â.
There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You werenât just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.
With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldnât describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldnât indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.
His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didnât know what to do.
âMove, Jagi. Pleaseâ, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.
âI donât know howâ.
At first, he didnât really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.
âIâve never done something like that beforeâ, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, âIâm- uhmmâ.
You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.
But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.
His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldnât stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.
âNo no no no. Donât cry, Jagiâ, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have pressured youâ.
You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.
âYouâre not.. appalled by the fact Iâm a virgin?â.
Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.
He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.
âNo, of course notâ, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, âJust under pressureâ.
Although your body was still shivering and you couldnât yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.
âWhat do you mean?â.
His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.
âWell, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldnât want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting youâ.
He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.
You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.
âI want itâ, you whispered, âWith youâ.
He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldnât quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.
Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.
âBut youâll have to guide meâ.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.
âAre you sure?â, he asked softly.
You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didnât hesitate a second.
âYou need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels offâ, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, âAnd weâre only going as far as you feel likeâ.
It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldnât read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldnât resist. He was scared he couldnât fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.
âI trust youâ.
âI trust you, tooâ, he sighed.
It felt like a love confession, something that also didnât happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.
âYou want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?â, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.
You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.
âOkay, with clothes on itâs- itâs about the frictionâ, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, âHow does that feel?â.
The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.
âGoodâ, you managed to get out.
âYou can also like- move like thisâ, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.
Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.
âYeah, just like that-â, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, âKiss meâ.
You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.
It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.
His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.
You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.
âCan you like- touch me? Like you did before?â, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.
He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.
âYou did like that, huh, kitten?â.
He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didnât mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.
But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.
âIâll start nice and slow, yeah?â, Minho cooed, âOr- tell me how you like itâ.
âI-â, you hesitated.
And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.
âHave you never touched yourself?â, he asked then, voice dropping.
Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.
âIâm gonna teach you, yeah? Iâll show you how to make you feel goodâ.
Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.
âStarting easy, slowâ, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.
He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.
âGather it, you can push the tip in if you want toâ, he instructed you and you did as you were told, âGood- good girl, use it. Will feel better when itâs wetâ.
You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.
Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasnât even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.
âHow does it feel, kitten? Tell meâ, his voice was raspy, hoarse.
âItâs- so goodâ, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.
One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.
âPush your finger in, slowlyâ.
You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.
âCurl your finger- like thisâ, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, âSearch for the spot. Go in deeperâ.
You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.
âMin-â.
âYou want me to find it?â, he asked gently.
And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.
But he couldnât deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didnât.
He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.
Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.
âOh god-â, you choked.
You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.
âFeels good, yeah?â, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.
âMin-â, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.
His mind drifted off. This wasnât enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
âWhat do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? Youâd let me taste you?â.
He hadnât planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldnât keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.
âTaste me? How?â, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.
Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didnât budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.
âI can eat you out, if you want me toâ.
âHuh?â, you asked, mind still empty.
He grinned, he couldnât stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.
âYou want me to do this with my tongue?â, he tried again.
âHuh?â.
God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.
âI need you to say yes or noâ, he mused, he wasnât even able to fight off the next sentence, âOr Iâll stopâ.
âYes-â, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, âDo it, pleaseâ.
Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.
Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.
You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.
âRelax, kittenâ, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.
Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.
And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.
You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.
There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.
âMin- hahh- Minho, wait-â, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didnât know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, âI- feels weirdâ.
âOhh-â, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, âYouâre close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?â.
You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasnât weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release youâll ever have and love to think back to it.
He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.
âDonât worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?â, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, âCum all over my face, jagiâ.
You couldnât stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you werenât moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.
His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.
âFuckâ, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, âThatâs it, kitten. Good fucking girl for meâ.
It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.
His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-
God, he had to stop thinking about it.
He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.
âYou want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?â.
He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.
Minho groaned, he couldnât help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.
He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.
âMin-â.
âHuh?â, he made.
He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldnât be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.
âCan I touch you now?â, you asked reluctantly.
Minhos brain short circuited.
âYou- why?â.
âI donât know- I want to make you feel goodâ, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, âBut youâll have to show me howâ.
Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.
You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.
The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.
âOhh- fuck-â, he gasped.
You werenât even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.
Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.
For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.
âCan I pull it out?â, you asked, tilting your head.
He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.
Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.
You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.
It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.
âYou can- wrap your hand around it. Gentleâ, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.
You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldnât stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.
âFuck- sorryâ, he groaned, âMove your hand, yeah? You can twist it a littleâ.
He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing youâve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.
âDoes that feel good?â, you asked.
Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.
You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.
âFeels amazing, kittenâ, he huffed, âWanna taste it?â.
Minho hadnât planned on asking you that - he hadnât planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.
âYouâd let me?â, your head tilted a bit.
Minho wanted to bite his fist.
You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.
God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
âFuck-â, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.
âTell me what feels goodâ, you demanded, your hand still on his base.
âHahh- just- take it into your mouth firstâ.
You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.
âWe can try that if you want toâ, you said, âWhy not?â.
Oh god.
Did he really just say that out loud?
âI- noâ, Minho stuttered, but couldnât contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.
âI trust you, babyâ, you said again.
âDonâtâ, he laughed, âI donât think I could handle this if you let meâ.
There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.
âI want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Minâ.
âFuck- but- you gotta-â, he couldnât control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.
You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.
âSorry, kitten, it just feels so-â.
Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-
âDo it againâ, you gasped.
Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.
Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.
âFuck, take it thenâ.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldnât deny how hot this was.
Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.
âKitten-â, Minho cooed breathlessly, âIf I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- Godâ.
His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldnât hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.
He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.
You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.
It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.
âYou look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?â.
He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.
âTell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?â, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.
âYes- I love itâ.
âAre you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-â, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.
You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.
âYouâd let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?â.
He wasnât afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.
âIâm already close, kitten. Youâre doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?â, his voice was hoarse but gentle.
You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.
The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.
One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.
Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.
His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.
This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.
âI love youâ, he muttered.
You didnât even hesitate.
âI love you tooâ.
You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.
âI love youâ, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, âI love you so muchâ.
âIâve waited so long for you to say thatâ, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.
âI knowâ, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, âAnd Iâm sorry about thatâ.
You shook your head, signaling him he didnât need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.
âI want to feel you-â, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, âInside of meâ.
Minhos grin was silly.
âKitten, I donât know if I can last that longâ, he chuckled, âWe donât have to do it right now, you know?â.
But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.
âI donât careâ, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.
âDamn- I really did that to youâ, he shook his head, âLet me get a condom, Iâll be right backâ.
You shook your head.
âI said I wanted to feel youâ.
He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.
âKitten- I donât know what to sayâ, he huffed.
âDonât say anything- just- fuck meâ.
Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.
âFuck- youâre going to be the death of meâ, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, âGo slow, yeah? You decide the paceâ.
You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.
âGod- you feel- so fucking tightâ, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, âSlow down-â.
But you didnât even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didnât want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.
âI said fucking slow down-â, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, âIâm gonna cum- stopâ.
âYou- Minâ, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, âYouâre filling me up so goodâ.
The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasnât even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.
âDonât say shit like that- makes me want to-â.
âDo whatever you want with meâ, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, âPlease, fuck meâ.
He didnât even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.
âMin- hahh-â.
You didnât even know what you wanted to say, but you werenât able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.
It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.
âFuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mineâ.
His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didnât want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.
It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.
God, Minho really hoped this wasnât a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain youâd love it.
