#minalous

The long walk you took helped you clear your mind from everything that came to bother you the day you decided to bring home the seven boys. Of course you didn’t mind kidnapping them, you were capable of anything and you knew it was one of the best decisions you had taken the last decades. 

You were forced to think about how different the boys were, how good they complimented each other. Jin, the oldest one, was the most beautiful, angel like when Jimin was beautiful too but he was a mix of an angel and devil. Jin and Jimin had mostly the same character and behaviour and you liked that. 

Jungkook was immensely drowned into the love of his towards finding his true self through dancing. This showed you how much he valued anything he was passionate about and when it came to passion, Taehyung was the one who was so passionate about art. Both of them loved fiercely.

Hoseok and Yoongi were the quite opposites, light and darkness. Hoseok was the brightest among the seven of them while Yoongi was distant and liked spending time alone which honestly reminded of you as a little girl. You fancied the difference those two boys held, you thought it could bring beauty inside a relationship.

Namjoon on the other side was breathtaking from every perspective; he was intelligent, powerful, dedicated, loyal. He was someone who had everything a great leader should have. As you came to know, the seven boys were travellers but they all had achieved to follow their dream jobs. Policemen, lawyers, professors. No wonder they were all so cultivated and cultured.

One afternoon, Hoseok visited your chambers, he was begging for attention and touch like the needy little boy he was. In the state he was, you could not resist him. Hoseok was palming his hard erection with a pained expression plastered on his face, as if he was silently battling on what to do.

You let Hoseok enjoy himself, you let him have his way with you in every way he needed to. Hoseok had you pinned down, a rough pace which made you tear up, body soon to be covered in sweat. He worked hard to satisfy the both of you but most of all to completely satisfy you so as to never need anyone else than him.

When Hoseok was too tired to keep talking after the whole afternoon you spent together, you decide to spend some time alone. The balcony was so inviting in that moment of the day; the sun was about to set, the sky had a beautiful orange colour with the fainting colours of lilac and violet drawing colourful patterns across it.

The sun was slowly hiding right into the sea, the stars were shining so bright as though they blushed at the warm touch of the sun.The moon was bound to take its rightful place on the sky while the sun was half into the open arms of the sea.

You were so lost into the beauty of the scenery that you did not see the boy that was standing right next to you.

“It is beautiful, isn’t it? The sun dives into the depths of the sea to let the moon be reborn every night. He loves her too dearly and the only way to let her breathe is for him to die. Every day he rises to have his life get taken away to look at her from afar." 

Such beautiful words. His voice so soft and endearing. You would not mind listening to him more.

“Namjoon, you should be resting.”

“I am sleepless at nights. Most of the times I am working at cases and it consumes most of my time”

“Nonetheless, I need you to rest. Let’s go inside”

You took his hand into yours, the difference of temperature was so evident. Namjoon must have been sitting outside all this time, even before you got out on the balcony. You led him into his room and quickly closed the window, the fireplace into his room was now lit up to help the room warm up.

“Were you outside all this time?”

“I was waiting for you. I have seen you before, coming out here to see the sunset. i can tell you enjoy the beauty of the little things in life”

“You are wrong. All those little things have lost their meaning. In time, nothing means the same”

“You might believe they don’t mean the same to you but I was able to see how dedicated you are to see the sunset, or to go for a walk into the woods. And you do all of those no matter what happens in here”

Namjoon had caught you off guard when his lips attacked yours into a rough kiss.

“You are like me. You can understand me” he said between the kiss

You were finally touching him, soft fingertips lightly brushing on his feverish skin, a feeling you had long forgotten, his scent was mesmerising and it reminded you of a familiar pleasurable memoir; the first day of spring. 

“I could hear you moaning Hoseok’s name. Was he that good?”

“Yes, he was.”

“I can do more for you, I promise”

“I have Hoseok to please me, you don’t have to do much, love”

“I want to.. I need to”

“Your obedience is enough, Namjoon”

"Whatever he did, I can do better Mistress" 

“Why are you so persistent about it?”

"Please let me prove I can do better.. I’ll make it worth your while”

Namjoon pushed you back on the bed, lips never leaving yours as he was on top of you. You could feel his length rubbing your heat in slow, torturing movements. He knew well how to build up the tension, how to make you crave for more.His cock was growing hard against your heat. You could feel it being solid with each roll of his body. You were relentlessly thinking of the size and how it would feel inside you.  

“Can you feel how hard I am? And all this because I am kissing you”

You were getting wet. He was hard all because he was kissing you. Namjoon’s hand snaked under your dress to help you take it off. Once you were naked in front of him, you couldn’t help but think how his cock would feel inside your mouth.The thought just turned you on even more. You felt him unzipping his jeans and for a moment you thought he would give you the release you craved.

But Namjoon suddenly stood in front of you, cock in his hand as you were sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock was rock hard and for a moment you felt your mouth watering in the thought of him using you the same way Hoseok did for the past few weeks. Your body was turning into a temple for those boys to come and treasure, to pleasure. 

“Open your sweet little mouth for me, Mistress.” 

You obeyed out of mere curiosity, that’s what you told yourself but deep inside you knew you wanted to be used, to be ruined.

“Has he used your pretty mouth?”

You nodded no and before you knew it, you felt the tip of his hard cock on your tongue, your mouth opening wider to invite him deeper inside.

“That’s it, take it all in. I want to see how pretty you look with my cock into your mouth”

Namjoon was soon too lost, too fucked up to look into your eyes but you could see him losing himself because of you. His hands now rested on your head while he started moving his hips, pushing you to your limits. You placed your hands on his thighs to keep your balance as he gradually increased the pace of his thrusts.

“Take it like a good little slut, sweetheart”

Your eyes watered the moment the tip of his hard cock hit the back of your neck, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs and you felt them flexing under the palm of your hand. Namjoon hissed to the immense pain mixed by the pleasure you were giving him, nothing could stop him though. He kept pushing you further until you’d break from how good he made you feel as he used your mouth the way he’d used your wet core. 

“Do you like it that I use your mouth as I’ll use your tight cunt, little toy?” he says in a low growl 

“Hmm? Do you like it little slut? Ohh - fuck. Yes, like that baby. Such a good little slut" 

His expressions were the hottest thing you had seen, a pained lustful expression and the reason was that he held back so much not to come into your mouth before wrecking you, before marking you as his and filling you up until you couldn’t take it.

Namjoon pulled away from your mouth, his hard length even harder if possible, your face covered in tears while saliva was dripping down your chin.

“I can’t let you unsatisfied.. I will fuck you so hard until you beg me to stop”

All of his words send flames down to your core to the point your panties were soaking, you could feel them sticking to you.

“Let me take care of your sweet little cunt.”

“Not now.. I cannot wait any longer. Put it in”

“You can’t wait baby? You want my cock?”

Namjoon flipped you on your stomach and came on top of you, his knees on either side of your thighs. He was so eager to please you. His lips brushed against your back, leaving butterfly kisses all over it. Namjoon switched between kisses and rough bites, all well placed on your back to elicit the sweetest of whimpers that slipped from your lips. Breath now caught into your throat as his tongue slipped inside your ear.

You felt Namjoon spreading your cheeks before spitting directly at your core but as he did that, he growled and lowered his upper body on top of you, his hard chest touching your back.

“Did you let Hoseok cum inside you? I’ll fuck his cum out of your dirty cunt”

With those words, he pushed all the way and started moving in and out in a rough pace without letting you adjust. When you felt his hands grabbing a fistful of your hair, he increased his pace thrusting his hips harder and harder.

Namjoon supported himself on his elbows, his hips still moving to find a better angle to fuck you harder, to get deeper inside of you. The roughness of his thrusts had you already dripping wet. He put one of his hands on the back of your neck and pushed you further into the mattress, until he had a tight hold of you. 

“Can you feel his cum dripping out of you? But don’t worry, doll. I will fill you up with mine”

You couldn’t talk, you just nodded. You were feeling so hot because of his words but the fact that his hand was on your neck turned you on even more. It always felt weirdly satisfying to have something wrapped around your neck; either it was a necklace, a collar or the hand that was harshly closing its grasp around it.

You knew he did all of that to mark you as his, the need to have you only his satisfied your weird needs. Desperately needy as Namjoon was, you couldn’t help but let him mark you in any way he craved to.

“You are getting so tight around me. Are you close?”

“Yes..” 

Namjoon grunted and slapped your cheek, squeezing it hard into his rough hand before he started thrusting harder. You could feel your walls getting tighter around his cock and you knew you were close,

“Can I go harder? Can you take it?”

“Yes.. Do it”

By the time he thrust with all he had inside you, you grabbed hard on the sheets underneath you, your knuckles turning white from the effort you put into keeping yourself still. You almost screamed when your walls clenched around him and you felt your high washing over you in waves, but Namjoon quickly rushed to keep you quiet.

“Be quiet or I’ll stop”

You didn’t wish for Namjoon to stop until he’d come, it felt too good to have him thrust inside you as you rode your high. 

“Fuck you look so good”

Namjoon went so hard inside you but now you could hear him moan, low grunts laced with lust and desire. He wanted so bad to mark you and leave you filled with his cum. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppy and his laboured breath on the nape of your neck as he tightened the grip of his hand on your neck.

With a couple more sloppy thrusts he came inside you, his body staying still as he filled you. You were feeling his breath warming you up and his body was feeling too good against yours to leave him.

“Stay the night. You can go to your room in the morning” he said. His voice was hoarse because of all the growling and moaning but it was full of love, you could feel it

“I’d love you stay with you. But I don’t think I can get up and take a shower”

“I’ll go bring a towel and help you clean yourself”

Namjoon got up and headed to the bathroom, a towel in his hands when he came back to clean you. His hands were so soft while touching you now, as if you were a porcelain doll that could break if he touched you harder.

Something about those spoke into your heart. Because the way they sneaked into your mind was cosmic, a divine intervention that brought them into your way.

And the memory of their body on top of yours was burnt into your mind, felt like you were touching the stars - that’s what it felt having them beside you, on top of you, inside you.

The moment Namjoon’s eyes met yours as he brought your body closer to his, you felt the warmth of his kindness; the way his hand helped you rest your head on his chest, the way he caressed your hair to put you to sleep. 

It was all poetic. 

It was all beautiful.