LOVER OF THE INFINITE.

You’re still giggling at him as he unlocks the door, the remnants of the dinner he treated you to lingering on your tongue. The moment you step inside, his hand presses against the small of your back, guiding you through the doorway with his sharp eyes piercing into yours.

“Shoes off, princess,” he murmurs, voice low, commanding. He doesn’t even glance at you when he says it, just tosses his keys on the counter like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Still, you obey, slipping them off while your pulse quickens.

He finally looks at you, with an unreadable expression. That cold, intimidating front of his, the one that made you nervous the first time you met him. But you know better now. Behind it is the man who can’t help brushing his fingers along your wrist as he passes, the man who always stands closer to the road on the sidewalk so you are much safer. He's a sweetheart at best.

“You had fun tonight?” he asks, tilting his head, lips curving just slightly.

You nod. “Of course I did. It was perfect.”

“Good.” He steps closer. His hand slips beneath your chin, tilting your face up until you’re forced to meet his eyes. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

he leans in slow, staring at your lips as you close your eyes and prepare for whatever he has to give you. The kiss starts slow, almost careful. But then his other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and the sweetness dissolves into something more hungry. His teeth catch your bottom lip, a growl rumbling in his chest when you gasp.

“Always so eager,” he teases, lips brushing yours as he speaks. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you kept looking at me across the table? Those cute little thighs squeezing together under your dress…”

Your breath hitches, and he smirks, knowing he’s right.

“Say it,” he demands softly. “Say what you want, princess.”

You tremble under his touch, nervous as you open your mouth to speak your truth.

“I want you.”

“That’s vague.” He tilts his head, smirking. Thumb stroking across your cheek. “Use your words. Be a good girl and tell me exactly what you want.”

Heat curls low in your belly. He’s not going to let you get away with half-answers, not when he’s looking at you like that, like he owns you.

“I want you to touch me,” you whisper, looking away.

He chuckles darkly, leaning in until his breath fans across your ear. “Touch you where?”

Your cheeks burn, and your body betrays you, leaning into his touch. “..Everywhere.”

His hand slides down to grip your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to make your breath hitch. “Now that’s better. Good girl.”

minho takes a breath, looking into your eyes at he speaks,

"What do you say we head to the bedroom?"

you nod shyly, slightly smiling, and then you start following his slow steps as he leads you down the hallway with his hand.

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He drops onto the edge of the bed, legs spread, gaze sharp and yet still-unreadable. His hand curls around your waist again, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his knees.

“Go ahead, climb up,” he orders, voice low and sure. “Show me how needy you are, princess.”

You straddle his thigh, already shivering at the solid pressure beneath you. The rough denim drags against you, making your pulse spike.

“Already trembling,” he smirks, making sure his hands are locked heavy on your hips. “Didn’t even need my cock-just my thigh and you’re falling apart. Such a dirty slut.”

The word makes you jolt, shame and desire twisting together as a small whimper slips out, and he notices immediately. His smirk deepens.

“Oh, you like that,” he murmurs. “Being my dirty slut. Grinding on me like a desperate girl.”

You whine as you start moving, slow drags of your body against his, friction sharper than you can stand. Wetness spreads, soaking through the thin fabric, every grind messier. He flexes his thigh beneath you, deliberate, and your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Better?” he growls. You nod frantically.

“Say it.” His hand snaps up to grip your jaw, forcing your eyes to his. “Tell me who’s thigh you’re soaking, baby.”

“Y-yours,” you gasp. “Yours-fuck.”

“That’s right.” He drags you down harder, pace rough now. “My slut. My baby. You belong to me.”

Your hips rut faster, the pressure unbearable. His thigh keeps flexing beneath you, grinding you down until you’re throwing your head down.

“Eyes up,” he snaps when your head falls forward. His grip on your chin is so firm, lifting it so you can look him in the eyes. “Good girl. My baby doesn’t get to look away.”

“Good job princess,” he praises, voice low. “But don’t you dare cum yet. My baby doesn’t get to finish until I say.”

Your stomach tightens at his words. You nod, breath hitching.

“Use me,” he orders. “Show me how bad you need it.”

You rut harder, chasing the sharper friction as his thigh flexes deliberately under you. The pressure makes your body jolt, and your nails bite into his shoulders. The pleasure builds fast, unbearably tight, right on the edge-

And then his grip slams you still.

You cry out in frustration, hips jerking uselessly against him. His eyes squint slightly as he smirks and tilts his head, enjoying every second of your desperation.

“Not yet,” he taunts. “Don’t tell me my dirty slut was about to cum without permission.”

“Please—” you gasp, voice cracking.

“Please, what?” His fingers dig into your jaw, forcing your eyes to his. “Say it properly, baby.”

“Please, please let me cum,” you beg, grinding helplessly against the hold he keeps on you.

His smirk sharpens. “Pathetic. Begging like a needy little slut. I should keep you like this all night.”

He finally loosens his grip, letting you move again—but slower, cruelly controlled by his hands on your hips. The friction is maddening, every drag pulling you closer, every flex of his thigh jolting through you. Your body trembles with the strain, desperate and aching.

“Good girl,” he murmurs darkly. “Ride me. But remember—you don’t stop until I tell you. My baby belongs to me, even when she’s falling apart.”

The pressure coils again, unbearable, your release surging close—

And once more, he stills you.

Tears prick your eyes, frustration spilling over as you whimper into his chest. He strokes your back, mockingly tender.

“Aw, my baby’s shaking. Can’t take it, can you?” His lips graze your ear, voice a husky whisper. “Such a desperate slut for me.”

You nod frantically, unable to form words.

He grips your hips tighter, eyes locked on yours. “One more time. Ride me. And this time, don’t you dare stop until I tell you to cum.”

You obey, grinding hard, messy and frantic, your body pulsing against him. His thigh flexes beneath you, every movement striking perfectly, forcing sobs from your throat.

“That’s it,” he growls, rough and low. “Look at me, princess. Eyes on me while you break. My baby’s gonna cum all over me, isn’t she?”

“Yes—please—” your voice shatters, every muscle tensing.

“Cum,” he commands, sharp and merciless. “Now. Be a good slut and soak me.”

The release rips through you violently, every nerve exploding. Your body jerks uncontrollably, grinding through each wave as he holds you down, forcing you to ride it until you’re nothing but trembling mess in his arms.

Only when you slump forward, broken and gasping, does his hold soften. He wraps you against his chest, lips brushing your temple.

“There you go,” he whispers, “My perfect girl. My baby did so well for me.”

One hand strokes over your back, steady and grounding, pulling you back down from the high.

Your body is still trembling, head buried against his chest, when his hand slides down your back and squeezes your ass firmly.

“Thought I was done with you, baby?” he whispers against your ear, voice low and teasing. “Not a chance.”

You whimper, still sensitive, but his tone makes your pulse spike. He leans back, eyes glinting, and tilts your chin up.

“My dirty slut can take more. Isn’t that right?”

The words make your stomach knot, heat sparking back to life even though you’re still shaky. You nod frantically, breathless.

“That’s my girl.” He kisses you, rough. claiming your lips before pushing you back onto the mattress.

He crawls over you slowly, deliberate, gaze burning into yours as he settles between your legs. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wide, and you feel exposed under the weight of his stare.

“Look at this mess,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your soaked skin. “All because you were humping my thigh like a desperate slut. My baby’s soaking under these panties.”

The filthy words make you squirm, but his touch is feather-light, teasing, never enough.

“Don’t move,” he warns, holding you open. “You’ve been needy all night. Now I’m going to give you what you begged for.”

He snakes his hands to your panties, slipping them off and tossing them across the room, quick enough so he can finally taste that sweet release.

His mouth finally lowers to you, hot breath ghosting over your wet skin before his tongue licks one slow stripe that makes your entire body jolt. You cry out, hands clutching the sheets.

“That’s it,” he praises, eyes glancing up at you. “Don't hold back, princess. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

His mouth works you mercilessly as his tongue starts flicking, lips sucking, switching from slow torment to sudden intensity until you’re thrashing against his face. Every time your body coils tight, he pulls back just enough, denying you again, grinning at your frustrated sobs.

“Still too easy for you,” he says, voice dripping with mockery.

“My dirty slut’s not allowed to cum yet.”

“Please, Minho—please,” you beg, tears stinging your eyes.

He groans softly, the sound guttural, before diving back in, tongue relentless now. His fingers dig bruises into your thighs, and your hands dig into his hair, grabbing a handful of his hair and gripping tightly as he holds your thighs wide open while he devours you.

The pressure snaps too fast this time, your body convulsing as you come undone on his mouth, wave after wave crashing through you. You sob his name, broken and shaking, and he doesn’t stop until you’re writhing, begging, and overstimulated.

When he finally pulls back, his mouth glistens, his smirk sharp. He crawls up your body, pinning you beneath him, his voice a husky whisper against your ear.

“Told you, baby. I’m not finished with you yet.”

His hand cups your face, surprisingly gentle. He kisses you, slow this time, letting you taste yourself on his lips.

Your chest is heaving, body limp from the aftershocks of his mouth, when he pulls back. His lips glisten, his smirk sharp and wicked.

“Not done, princess.” His voice is gravel now, low and hungry.

You whimper, still trembling, but his hands are already sliding down your body, tugging his belt loose. The sound of the buckle clinking makes your stomach flip, and your eyes clench shut.

He strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on you as you watch, dazed and eager. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Wrecked already, but still greedy. My dirty slut just can’t get enough.”

He grips your thighs, pushing them open wide, and lines himself up. You bite your lip, and he pauses, hovering at your entrance, his gaze sharp.

"Think you can take it?"

“Fuck, yes Minho,” you breathe. “Please, please I need you inside me.”

His smirk softens just a fraction, and he leans down, kissing you hard. “That’s my baby. Begging for me, so sweet.”

And then he pushes in, slow but relentless, stretching you until you’re gasping against his mouth. He groans, deep and rough, forehead pressed to yours.

“Fuck… my perfect girl. Taking me so well.”

He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in, setting a pace that makes your head spin. His hips snap into yours, every thrust hard enough to shake the bed. His hand pins yours above your head, the other gripping your hip to hold you in place.

“Good girl,” he growls, rhythm relentless. “My baby’s cockdrunk already. Can’t even think, can you?”

You sob his name, eyes held shut- cant think of anything else but the pleasure he's giving you.

“Say it,” he snarls, thrusts sharper. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours,” you cry, voice breaking. “I’m your slut, Minho!”

“That’s right.” He bends to your ear, breath hot. “My dirty slut. My baby. Mine.”

His pace gets rougher, hand moving from your hip to rub fast circles around your aching clit, desperate, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Your back arches, every nerve being hit, the pressure winding impossibly tight again.

He feels you clench around him- “You’re close, can feel you fucking clenching around my cock.” he growls. “I know you're close. Don’t you dare finish until I tell you.”

The control he has on you nearly breaks you, but you hold on, whimpering, begging with your eyes.

He kisses you, messy and hard, before pulling back with a groan. “Cum for me now, princess. Show me how good my cock makes you.”

The command shatters you. Release slams through you, violent and overwhelming, your body convulsing around him as you scream his name. He grits his teeth, thrusting through it, before finally spilling into you with a guttural moan, burying himself deep.

He collapses against you, both of you gasping, your skin slick and trembling.

After a long moment, he presses soft kisses to your jaw, your neck, your hair. His voice is a whisper now, tender and sweet.

“My baby,” he murmurs. “So perfect. My girl. Always mine.”

He strokes your hair, holding you close, grounding you as your heartbeat steadies. His lips brush your temple.

“Sleep now, princess. I’ve got you.”

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a/n: pls lmk if i made any spelling mistakes there was zero double checking when i wrote this </3