happy ending pt.2
lee minho x masseusse!reader
warnings: smut, dom!minho, humiliation, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mean and cruel minho is my fav<33, masturbation, roles are finally reversed.. reader is the pervert!!!, minho’s muscles, reader thinks inappropriate things about her client, groping???
a/n: FINALLY here is pt. 2, ENJOY! <3 alice
“are you comfortable?” you reached for the coconut oil, turning on some soft ambient jazz.
minho was lying on his stomach, clad in only his boxers, and you willed yourself to ignore the chiseled planes and divets of muscle that seemed to ripple at every minor shift of his body.
your walk together was pleasant — as always. he joked about his voice crack on stage, you complimented his dancing, blah blah blah.
you breathed deeply as he derobed himself, pretending to fiddle with your lotion bottles as the ache between you thighs simmered hotly.
be professional. get it together get it together.
“yeah m good,” his voice was muffled from his position, though you could hear how raspy it was from being used to death for over 3 hours.
upper back and legs was what he had asked you to focus on tonight.
sure, I can do that.
you squirted … some oil in your hand before beginning his massage. you knew the members liked it rough, always praising you when you used more pressure on their overused limbs.
so you did just that. starting at his shoulders, you began kneading his oiled flesh with your thumbs, already coaxing a small grunt from the man.
the sound went straight to your core.
you began traveling your hands down his spine, working out each little knot you encountered with careful, practiced precision.
usually, you didn’t talk much during your sessions. you figured they just wanted to turn off their brain and enjoy.
“right there, yeah,” he sighed deeply into the headrest.
huh, he was being uncharacteristically vocal tonight.
“here?” you focused both your hands on on side of his back, earning an ‘mhm’ as you dug your oiled digits into his oh so soft skin.
you thanked the gods he didn’t realize what you were doing when he knocked on the door.
god, you were so dumb.
your cunt seemed to think for you more often than you’d like.
like now, for instance.
you couldn’t stop the images of climbing on top of him on the table, sinking down on his large cock. letting him have his way with you, help him get out his frustration from working so hard (that’s what a good masseuse does… right??) .
his dick probably tastes like candy, you craved the feeling of him on your tongue, letting him fuck your face as rough as he wanted — as long as you got to swallow all his seed.
mfgh! he would bend you over like a beach chair and —-
‘y/n?’ a concerned voice stole you away from the delicious daydream you were having.
your hands had stilled while you were distracted — to you horror — you had began to dig your fingernails into his back in the process.
oh my god!
you cleared your throat.
“s-so sorry minho! gosh, i- I’m sorry,” you resumed your ministrations. you were seriously losing it tonight!
a beat of silence passed as you massaged his lower back.
“call me oppa,” he spoke softly, you almost missed it. almost.
luckily, he couldn’t see the blush staining your cheeks.
seriously, he was being wayyy too talkative. and, did you hear him right?
his comment flustered you, and you decided not to respond in favor of hanging on to your last shred of dignity.
your fingers began to ache as you finished up his back, his pale skin flushed pink from your thorough treatment.
just as you were about to ask him to turn onto his back, you felt the ghost of his finger brush across the skin of your knee.
gasping, you jerked away in surprise.
he let out a chuckle.
“what happened to your knee? gotta cut on it.” curiously you looked down to inspect it. and there was indeed a small cut, though it seemed to be almost fully healed.
you hummed in acknowledgment. w-why did he touch my knee? did I imagine it?
you prayed he missed the hive of goosebumps that prickled around the spot he touched.
“not sure. musta been a while ago… uh, turn over for me.. oppa,”
obediently, he flipped onto his back. your eyes nearly bulged out of your head as you observed the noticeable tent formed underneath the blanket.
he’s hard. rock hard. fuckkkkk, oh my god.
it wasn’t uncommon for men to get an erection during your service, and it was usually easy to ignore.
but…
he made no comment about it, sighing in content and closing his eyes. he politely folded his arms over his chest as you dragged your chair down to his lower body.
you were about to lose it. breathe breathe.
and.. you had to massage… his legs…
gently, you bunched up the thin towel, careful not to accidentally touch his boner, so his legs were fully exposed.
here we go..
squirting more oil in your palm, you began drawing localized circles into the sides of his right ankle.
time seemed to move in slow motion as you used every ounce of self control not to blatantly stare at his cock.
neeeedddd ittttt.
your fingers traced up the sides of his thighs, breath hitching quietly at the feeling of his tensed muscles.
you were getting fired. 100%.
if he noticed the sound, he didn’t say anything and allowed you to continue.
okay, almost done. then i can go use my toy, and this time fucking finish.
in reality, it was absurd for you to think he was even interested in you at all.
you were his employee, his masseuse, and frankly, you didn’t even think minho was attracted to women.
sigh, what a shame.
15 more minutes passed and you finished working out the tension in both of his legs.
“alright, you should be—”
“can you help me with one more thing?” he interrupted, finally fluttering open his eyes and tilting his head up to meet your curious gaze.
“sure! what else can i do?” you walked over to the sink to wash the oil off your hands, before taking a seat next to him again.
“wanna put this in your mouth? make me feel rly good?’ he reached down to grab his stiffened cock, eyes glinting with mischief as he gauged your reaction.
your brain shut down.
you froze.
d-did he say—
“w-what do you-”
“saw you eyeing it, practically drooling on me the whole session. you can put it in your mouth if you want to kitty, won’t mind one bit,” he was now fully sat up, half naked and glistening with oil.
he looked like adonis. the epitome of sex. of sin.
your brain tried to process his words.
h-he wanted you to—?
your horniness spoke before your rational thinking could.
meekly, you nodded.
he smirked at you, shamelessly sweeping his darkened gaze over your body.
“words,” he pulled the blanket off, revealing his boxers straining to contain his sizable member.
your panties were drenched. your brain was fuzzy with need. you were ready to do anything this man asked you.
“y-yes. want your cock in my mouth.” he cooed at you, standing up. his blonde locks draped sinfully over his eyes.
if he was the devil, you would happily follow him to hell.
“crawl. kneel in front of me,” his soft voice was laced with authority. you found yourself sliding off the chair, perching yourself on your hands and knees before crawling until you were directly in front of him.
maybe if your cunt wasn’t throbbing in pain you would’ve felt more shame from your brazen actions.
you sat back on your haunches and hesitantly peered up at the man of your desires, of your wet dreams every other night.
you almost came at the sight of him looking down at you over his sharp nose.
he brought his hand down to your head, running his fingers through your locks —- you felt like a cat being pet by their owner.
“so good. ready for some cock in your mouth kitty?’ his finger curled under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
he scoffed endearingly as he observed your glossy eyes. you nodded eagerly.
“get me nice n wet first,” he made no move to take off his boxers, so you slowly leaned forward, nosing curiously at his clothed member.
“mhm, that’s right,” you inhaled the smell of his musk, it was addicting. you wish you could bottle up the smell and spray it on your pillow every night.
poking your tongue out, you pressed kitten licks on his cock, moistening the fabric. the man above you hummed, encouraging you to continue.
you became more confident, taking the head into your mouth, suckling it hard, swirling your tongue around the inflamed bulb.
minho hissed under his breath. gathering some of your hair between his fingers, he pulled at your scalp. you squeaked as the pain tingled down to your inflamed clit, continuing to lave your tongue over the cloth.
you were desperate for more. wanted to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth.
abruptly, the man pulled you away, cooing at your already fucked out expression.
“gonna fuck that little hole on your face, hm? open baby,” obediently you stuck out your tongue, waiting for his next instruction.
he made no move to lean closer to you, lining up his mouth to yours before dribbling a hefty glob of spit into yours.
“don’t swallow,” he took his thumb and scooped a little out of your mouth, smearing his saliva over your lips. he groaned at the sight of you — perched beneath him, obediently keeping your mouth open for him, big doe eyes watching him expectantly.
he yanked his boxers down, revealing his beautiful cock. it was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, his reddened tip pearling with precum.
even his cock is perfect, you whined.
smiling down at you with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, he tapped his cock against your moistened lips.
you poked out your tongue, eager to taste him. get him in your mouth
you knew you shouldn’t be doing this. what if someone walks in? comes looking for you?
but the devil stood before you, and you gladly trapped yourself in his web.
your knees began to ache from being perched on the wooden floor, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care as he purposely glided his cock all the way in, breaching the back of your throat.
you gagged in surprise, tears threatening to spill down your reddened cheeks as drool escaped the corner of your mouth.
he sighed in content, scrunching his eyes together as he accustomed himself to your warm, wet cavern.
“all the way baby, that’s it. open that throat, take me,” he rasped.
your pussy flared with need, craving any sort of touch.
your desperate fingers trailed down your body, pressing hard against your engorged button.
mmmgh, felt so good. needed more.
you were about to start rubbing harder, but your actions were thwarted by the harsh sting that bloomed on your right cheek.
“don’t even think about it,” he had slapped you. and your cunt clenched helplessly. you liked it. you wanted it again.
you kept your watery eyes on his now hardened gaze, brazenly reaching down once again to cup your neglected cunt.
he quirked an eyebrow at you. wanna play? his eyes seemed to search yours for any signs of hesitation.
when he found none, he brought his palm down to swat your other cheek.
you moaned. loudly too, you sounded like a fucking pornstar.
minho laughed at you, his cock still fully snug in your hole. your jaw ached from having to stay open, and not graze him with your teeth.
“I’ll hurt you some more baby, play nice hm?”
he shallowly thrusted himself in and out of your mouth
a wicked thought crept into your mind. you relaxed your jaw just enough for your teeth to lightly graze against his cock, eliciting a loud hiss from the older man before he wrenched himself from you.
he meanly squeezed your cheeks together. he smiled at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. he stayed like that for a moment — a moment too long, while your squirmed in anticipation.
he looked maddd.
you opened your mouth, prepared to bat your eyelashes and apologize, but were suddenly yanked up and bent over the table, your ass jutted out on display.
you squeaked in shock. your cheeks heated up as you tried to squirm away from his unyielding grip on the back of your neck, pinning you in place.
‘o-oppa i’m–’
he shut you up with the delicious slide of his large, veiny cock up and down your sopping folds. his inflamed, bulbous head nudged euphorically against your clit. your toes curled, mind short-circuting as you attempted to meet his pace, jutting your ass out – arching your back more.
soothing circles were being drawn on the skin of your hipbones, a heady contrast from the sin between your legs.
‘little bunny’s in heat, hm? can’t even do your job properly, wanna be bred by my cock that bad,’ his voice was syrupy sweet, a mocking lilt in his tone as he continued his torture. up and down. slowly. painfully.
your body responded to the filthy words, thighs already trembling from anticipation, need.
he abruptly pulled away. you were about to whimper out in protest until you heard the opening of a cap. soon, you felt a drizzle of oil being poured onto your ass.
you flinched from the coolness, before you felt calloused fingers began to massage the liquid into your skin. his touch was orgasmic. better than me, you thought.
deft fingers pressed into the sides of your hips, down the swell of your ass. thoroughly lubing your bottom half.
‘so fucking sick of your teasing, bunny. dressing so slutty, brushing your boobs against me. so unprofessional,’ his touch become rougher, digging into your flesh with more rigor. you groaned into the table, trying your hardest to stay still for him.
he hummed to himself before grasping at his member, slapping it against the hood of your clit – coating himself in the oil.
‘this might hurt baby, but m sure you love the stretch,’ you barely registered his words as he began sinking into your tight hole. he hadn’t even put a finger in, and the stretch was intenseeeee.
‘ahhhhh,’ you moaned, becoming more delirious by every inch that filled you. it was a bit painful, but you had been leaking for hours, and the copious fluid helped him easily glide himself into your cunt. slowly but firmly, he buried himself to the hilt until your were impaled on his throbbing cock.
the man above you hissed, you felt like heaven. your warm, wet cavern was made for him. he could die inside you.
‘so tight, haven’t gotten fucked in so long have you little girl?’ all you could hear was static, your body was buzzing as his monstrous cock invaded you, forcing your walls to adjust to him.
you could feel the drool begin to slide from your lips, but you were too cockdrunk to care.
he remained still inside you, save for the occasional twitch as precum pearled out of him, further lubricating your soaking entrance.
he moved his hands down to grip at your hips, digging his fingers in to surely leave bruises.
your hole fluttered, his cock nudging deliciously at your g spot. you knew you were in for it.
‘hold on to the table baby, yeah, like that,’ he snapped his hips, thrusting almost all the way out before once again filling you entirely. he began a dizzying pace, angling himself so he poked incessantly where you needed it most.
‘fuuuuuucck,’ you helplessly held onto the sides of your massage table, already feeling it loosen from its hinges. the dick down was violent, animalistic, and you could alreaddy feel your peak building.
minho leaned forward so his body folded over yours, biting down on the flesh of your shoulder, grunting into your skin as he fucked you harder. he was so high strung from the situation. you, the woman he’d been lusting over ever since he first laid eyes on, pliant beneath him, eagerly accepting everything he gave you. you were perfect, pussy molded for his cock and his cock only.
he’s gotta find out what your ring size was.
he could feel his balls tightening, banging echoed through the room as the wood beneath you both groaned in warning. anyone who walked past you both would surely know what was happening.
that only seemed to spur him on further, snapping his cock harder into your abused hole. he could feel you clenching sporadically around him, close to your orgasms.
‘awww, already huh? already gonna cum around my cock? filthy girl, need it so bad, go on bunny, cream me.’
the coil inside you was blazing hot, your knuckles were white as you desperately clung to the table, letting out strings of incoherent babbles of ‘oppa’ ‘so good’ ‘mmfg!’.
‘w-wan your cum, inside. p-please oppa?’ you slurred, his nasty words spearheading you towards bliss, your vision filling with white as the man behind you brought you to peak.
that was all he needed to finally cum, growling loudly as hot ropes of his seed squirted inside you, painting your walls white.
you had drifted away. hours of being edged and horny had weakened you, so much you failed to notice the table had given way, the legs snapped from beneath the two of you, leaving you in a heap of crumpled sheets on the floor.
neither of you acknowledged it for several minutes, content with lying on the cold tile while you panted heavily, trying to calm your racing heart.
after a few more moments, you felt him slowly pull out. you whimpered at the loss.
soon, you felt a damp cloth drag along the skin between your thighs as he cleaned you.
you finally dared to open your bleary eyes, and your breath was nearly knocked from you as you peered up the angelic man, smiling cheekily down at you, reaching down to help you stand.
you couldn’t believe what had just happened. so many questions began to plague your mind but were interrupted by minho covering you in his hoodie, combing his fingers through your frizzled hair until he deemed you presentable.
humming to himself, he reached down to pull his pants back up. the two of you were still covered in a layer of oil, skin flushed and pink.
‘i owe you a new table… let’s get you cleaned up, yeah? there’s still some tension i need you to look at,’ he flashed his signature bunny smile. his tone was light, teasing, comforting.
you beamed as you followed him back to your hotel room.
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