hii! I hope you are doing well :) could I request a smut fic for minhwan?
WHO TOUCHED YOU | Ma Minhwan
pairing: Ma Minhwan x fem!reader
synopsis: your secret boyfriend Minhwan wants to find out why you're giving him the silent treatment
genre: smut (mdni!)
wc: 2,381
warnings: smut, established relationship but secret, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation
author's note: english is not my first language and neither my second, so I apologize for any mistakes
His stare threatens to burn a hole in your head as his eyes are locked on the frown in your face. His tall build takes up the whole frame of the slim door and the way he folded his arms before his chest makes him look even buffer. Slightly more dangerous if it wasn't for that cocky grin that's plastered across his lips.
He thinks this is a game that he can end by giving you his unyielding attention. He's certain because he always wins.
Your teacher doesn't mind the intrusion, or at least she acts like she doesn't. The rest of your girl class is rather palpable in their behaviour. They're mesmerized by the pretty blue haired delinquent leaning against their door frame.
You must be the only student listening to the teacher right now, or at least pretending to. You've been ignoring Minhwan's messages since yesterday, locking your bedroom door when he tried to come over and you refused to catch a drive with him to school today.
Even though you didn't let it show, you were surprised at your boyfriend's immediacy since he didn't want anyone to know about your relationship. You should've known that with a boy this unpredictable, of course he would throw his own principles overboard if it meant gaining progress.
The whispers and flagrant clicks of phones snapping pictures creat an ache at your temple. You need to get out.
Almost toppling over the chair as you hurry to move out the airless classroom, involuntarily having to press your body against Minhwan's to stalk past him into the corridor.
You only make it a few steps before the sound of his sneakers hitting the linoleum follow right behind you.
A glimpse over your shoulder confirms your assumption as you watch your boyfriend silently follow you, one hand buried deep into the pocket of his messy designer jeans. As he catches your look, his face lights up and he lifts his entire arm to enthusiastically wave at you, but you just sigh, quickening your steps before abruptly halting in front of the girl's restroom.
The door is heavy as you heave it open, letting it fall into its lock once you’re inside. Thankfully, it’s completely unoccupied since everyone is in class.
"Minhwan can't follow me in here.", you thought. "If I just spend a few classes in here, he will grow bored and leave me alone."
Well, you guessed wrong.
The door slams open with a kick, revealing a slightly annoyed Minhwan who enters the room like he was visiting a museum. His eyes roam the white walls, the multiple sinks and red stalls before landing on you.
"This is the girl's bathroom.", you hiss through gritted teeth, fingers gripping the sink so tightly, your knuckles are turning white.
Minhwan just tuts. “Like you care."
He slowly approaches you, making you stumble backwards until your back hits the cold giant mirror on the wall.
"Stall or sink?", he asks, bringing his head next to yours. "Where should I fuck you?" His breath is warm against your neck, littering goosebumps across your skin. You turn your head to the side, ignoring his piercing gaze like you just did in class. You jolt as a loud sound explodes next to you, a light crack glistening on the mirror where his palm had hit the surface.
Your heart races so fast, you can feel it beat in your throat, stealing away your breath. "Come on. You won your stupid game, end it.", he pleads, burying the tip of his nose in the softness of your cheek. "We haven't fucked in a bathroom in a long time."
There’s electricity following the movement of his hand that lightly presses down on your throat before travelling down the swell of your breast, then along your navel before stopping right where your skirt brushes your thighs. He grazes the hem with a finger, slowly pulling it up until your panties are visible. He sucks in a sharp breath as he takes in the thin lace.
Minhwan opens his mouth to say something but the sudden sound of the door sliding open, interrupts him. A girl about your age is standing in the doorway, palm pressed flat against the steel to hold it open. Her teeth clatter like she’s shivering when she takes in the sight. "I'm supposed to look if you're okay.", the girl from your class mumbles, voice barely a whisper.
Minhwan chuckles lightly, cussing against your skin as he drops his forehead against your shoulder. His arm shoots up, the unmistakable glint of his BB gun decorating his hand as he points the barrel at the girl, who looks like she’s about to faint with the color draining out of her face.
"Out.", he commands.
As the door falls shut again, your eyes remain on the metal, chasing the chipped paint coming off. Your eyes brim with tears but you barely even notice. Neither does your boyfriend at first when he brings the cold metal of his gun to your chest, slowly moving it upwards until he’s holding it still against your forehead. What the fuck?
"Wanna be a good girl and take my gun? I promise, I'll be careful." He beams at you, lust glinting in his eyes as he pictures the scenario.
Something snaps.
Tension burns behind your eyeballs as you fail to keep in the tears. A sob from the depth of your chest accompanies the wet trails of salt that paint through your makeup. Minhwan takes half a step back, thumb automatically caressing your cheeks to wipe away the tears.
"You crying?", he asks. Minhwan fumbles with the gun, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans before stroking your hair. "We don't have to use the gun if you don't want to.", he shrugs, slight irritation painting his features as his hands moves back to the hem of your skirt.
He freezes at the sight that awaits him when he bunches up the material, holding it fix against your waist. "What is this?", he snarls, voice low as he takes in the colourfully blooming fingerprints that litter your upper thighs .
His expression darkens and his hand cups your jaw, fingers lightly digging into your cheeks. "Who touched you?"
It’s as if his tone flicked a switch in your brain. This isn’t him, you remember — this was your sweet, crazy boyfriend who had proven time and time again that he cared for you, even if he didn't want anyone else to know that you’re together.
You yank his wrist off your face, throwing your arms around his neck instead. He freezes for a moment, body rigid as he lets you sob into his chest, tears staining his ripped shirt. You almost jump as he violently brings his arms down, pressing you tightly against his chest.
Your voice is muffled as you whine against his shoulder, telling him the whole story about that guy the year above you and how the teasing turned into a physical assault two days ago as he cornered you after school and tried to get you to kiss him. Minhwan's jaw tenses when you describe how you had run home, thinking that you couldn't tell anyone as he could mess with your graduation if he twisted the story the way he threatened he would.
You shriek as your boyfriend wraps his hands around your thighs, lifting you up before heading for the exit. You wrap your legs around his torso, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"You can't just beat him up in school. You'll get in trouble.", you sniffle.
He chuckles, sighing.
"Don't worry, this is business." He pulls out his phone, fingers quickly rapping against his screen.
The school is empty by the time you reach the rooftop. Minhwan sets you on a chair and drops on the space next to you, fidgeting with his gun as he rests his chin on your thigh.
When the student council shows up five minutes later, your boyfriend shoots up, not giving the guy the slightest chance to even spill a tone before connecting the butt of his gun with the other boy's temple. He hits the ground hard but Minhwan is on him in an instant, casting a shower of blows across his face before grabbing his hair to pull back his face.
"Go on, apologize.", he commands. The other boy then follows Minhwan's gaze, his half shut swollen eyes meeting your attentive face as you quickly avert your eyes. "I'm so sorry-", that's all he gets out before the sound of gunshots emits, slicing through the afternoon air. Your heart stills at that, hands shooting up to cover your ears.
You watch as the guy on the bottom shields his face, bruises blooming where the capillaries snap underneath his skin at the compact of the tiny metallic projectiles connecting with it. For a moment you wish there were real bullets in the gun.
When the student council's body falls limp, Minhwan slowly comes to a halt, strutting over to you to plant a peck on your lips. "How was that?", he asks, voice cocky as his thumb caressed your lower lip. You wrap your lips around his finger, twirling your tongue across the tip.
Minhwan cusses under his breath, throwing his head back before bringing his hands down to your thighs. "Thank you for choosing No Reason,", he mutters, littering kisses across your jaw. "we don't take cash as payment." You feel him smirk against your neck, licking a wide stripe across your jaw. You hum, eyes meeting the limp body on the floor again.
Minhwan picks up on it, using a finger to guide your face towards his again.
"Don't worry about him watching. He might be dead." As if to test his theory he kicks his ribs, huffing as the boy on the ground grunts in pain. "Or not."
The heat that travels your body makes you restless. You hadn't touched your boyfriend in two days and in your case that was like cold withdrawal.
Your fingers close around his slim wrist as you pull him down, wrapping your legs around his torso before turning him to sit on the chair that you had just occupied. You're straddling his lap now, crashing your lips on his as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh under your skirt. "You wanna ride me?", he asks, breath heavy as he breaks away from the kiss.
You nod, hands running down his chest until you reach the hem of his shirt. The clink of his belt buckle sliding free, makes your skin prickle with excitement. As you free him, veiny and hard, already leaking from the tip, you guide him to your entrance, realizing then that you are still fully dressed. You tighten the grip on his length, sighing as you draw a moan from him. "Aren't you gonna help me at all?", you complain.
Minhwan chuckles, lifting you up at which you clamp your hands on his shoulders for support. His eyes bore into yours as he moves one hand down the curve of your ass, ripping the lace of your panties before tearing off the light material of your skirt. You hiss at the cool air hitting your wet core.
Minhwan then leans back again as you direct his shaft against your entrance, groaning as your slick coats his tip. You slide down slowly, moaning at the sweet burn as he stretches your walls. You squeal as your boyfriend suddenly jerks his hips upward, burying himself up to the hilt in one go. "Don't tease.", he blusters, lifting you up by your hips before slamming you down on his cock, hard. "You know I hate that."
You clench around him as he strategically hits a sensitive spot, repeatedly brushing against it with the tip of dick. "Don't tell me you didn't miss this.", he whispers into your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe. You rest your forehead against his, meeting his thrusts. Your voice fails you as your stomach starts to tense, thighs shaking as an orgasm washes over you, stealing your sight for a second. Your walls flutter against his shaft, milking him as he comes undone, spilling inside of you as you ride out your orgasm, hands painfully grabbing his shoulders to hinder yourself from falling off his lap.
Before you can even catch your breath, he heaves you up, dropping you on your back in a less gentle manner than he usually would.
His shaft is still hard inside you as he starts to thrust again. You wince at the overstimulation of your sensitive clit when he begins to draw circles on your slick bud. You come almost instantly when he hooks an arm under your knee, reaching deeper from this angle.
You lose it when he starts sucking on your neck, nerves sparking as your toes start to curl. You come again, harder this time. Your hole spasms and Minhwan curses as you milk his cock, shooting cum into you one more time. He catches himself on his elbows, making sure not to put his body weight on you as he rests his face on yours, kissing you until both your heartbeats sync to a more relaxed rhythm.
"That was two.", he breaths. "We usually don't take gratuities. You have one more wish." He smirks against your cheek, planting multiple kisses on the same spot.
Your mind is still occupied with the post orgasm fog, but you concentrate hard, thinking of something.
"I need everyone to know.", you coo, flinching as he pulls out of you, wrapping himself back into his clothes again.
"Babe,", he starts. "after today, I'll get your name tattooed underneath my eye and walk around like Jaewang Choo if that makes it obvious enough that you're not to be touched." You both chuckle at that. He takes your hand, pulling you up to your feet in one tug.
"I don't suppose, I can put this on again?", you cringe, picking up the remains of your garments.
Minhwan chuckles, unbuckling his belt again before sliding off his denim shorts. "Those are separate?", you ask, genuine surprise in your tone as you watch him stand before you in expensive looking gray sweats.
"This is why I take longer than you to get ready.", he murmurs, crouching before you to help you step into the jeans. It's wide and the belt barely holds them up. "There's holes around the backpockets too, so, don't move around too much."
