#sub!minho

— dark pink in color, always flushed vibrant when he’s turned on. matches the color of his nipples and the flush on his face! his clit is very pink when you tease the hood back, leaving it swollen and exposed <3

— speaking of his clit, i think it’s very sensitive. he’s one of the guys who prefer clit action. i think he’d have quite the pain tolerance (he has a little masochism embedded in his system) and lovessss getting flicked there.

— i bet he always smells fresh. the little bush on top probably helps the smell of his soap to stick, so whenever you go down on him, it always feels like he’s fresh out of a bath!

— speaking of, minho believes in free will—so he’s always free use! coming to official terms with him also meant that he’s ready to be eaten anywhere. he even wears skirts or nothing at all whenever he’s at home with you for easy access. just slip his panties to the side and he’s yours!

— lovessss getting played with fingers and mouths. he won’t admit, but he loves when you’re…organic, to say the least. he loves toys, don’t get him wrong; but something about the warmth of your skin has him arching his back and thrusting his hips so that your fingers and tongue dig deeper into his core.

— he gets super creamy. his folds are beautiful, with his outer and inner pussy lips shaping his cunt like rose petals, but they’re best looking when wet. he’s almost always glazed with a creamy essence whenever he’s around you. you’ve tasted him, and it’s very refreshing—sort of like tasting a cool night after a hot summer day? if minho heard these descriptions, he’d snort.

— again with his creaminess, he creams more than he squirts. when he nears an orgasm, his pussy twitches. his cunt warms up from the inside out, walls closing in on you as he gushes cream out. he can squirt, you almost always lead him to squirt, but he generally creams a lot more when he cums. by the way, his squirt tastes amazing (citrus fruits come to mind), and he shoots it out in cute, small bursts.

even putting the condom on your cock seemed to spur your boyfriend on, leaving his cunt soaking wet. perhaps it was the mere sight of your length or the fact that the rubber struggles to fit you every single time. you have to be the one to repeat “i’m fine” every single time you put it on, because shit, the damn thing always looks like it’s suffocating your cock.

it doesn’t take minho much to love you even through the rubber, though. he can still feel every inch of you inside him, feel how your veins pulse against his tight pussy’s walls. you two have always done it this way, safe and secure and deliciously sweet with the lovemaking. minho shies away just thinking about it, but he doesn’t escape your reassuring kisses to ground him back into the action.

thrust. minho’s body moves up with the bed as you push yourself down on his plush walls. thrust. your boyfriend’s eyes roll back as he lets out a pathetic, syrupy whine. thrust. your grunts sound like an angel’s song, a blessing to minho who always craves to listen to your voice since it simultaneously stimulates his ears and his poor little pussy. you thrust and thrust with no intention of stopping.

minho claws at your back, attempting to cage your hips in with his legs. he whines your name like a helpless mantra or a prayer, he isn’t sure and he can’t think. you thrust, you go faster, and minho’s cries escalate in pitch.

snap.

“huh?”

you stop your hips with a sudden pullout, examining the split condom on your swollen cock.

“n-no, put it back—” minho’s protests are cut off by your concerned huff.

“it broke. i’ll get a new one,” you suggest, before your boyfriend’s hands appear on your dick. he aligns it back to his pussy, not caring about the feeling of the ripped rubber on his hands.

“d-don’t care.” he pants and that’s when you notice how watery his eyes are. his pussy is extra wet, hole twitching with an ache to be filled by you again.

his orgasm is as ruined as the broken condom.

in reality, there’s nothing more that he craves than to be bred. he shoots you a knowing gaze with a severely contrasting pout. it’s similar to the look he has when you put the condom on; he’s hungry, yes, but always yearning for what seemed to be more.

and now, he’s pleading to have you raw. you smirk, teasing the boy by ripping the condom fully off your stiff cock.

you craved this moment as much as he did.

“aren’t you a hungry little boy?” your hips seem to move on their own, cock entering minho’s cunt all in one swift push at your last syllable.

“y/n!” minho almost screams. god, he’s so warm, his juicy walls hitting your cock directly. the wetness makes you slide in so easily that you only grow harder, but the velvety soft and tight feeling engulfs you with a warm comfort.

you both moan and pull each other impossibly closer. minho kisses you first, practically forcing his mouth onto you. you can’t help but smile into the kiss before pulling your hips back and slamming back in.

“i-it’s so good,” minho whimpers. “want y/n to…”

“…breed you?”

he whines loudly at that. his hands are firmly cemented on your back, nails leaving catlike scratches on your skin. he wants you, all of you, from your raw cock down to your cum.

“looks like someone’s needy.”

you lift your upper body, straightening your back and holding minho by his thighs. he unfortunately can’t cage you with his arms like this, leaving him cutely helpless. he attempts to hide his face at first before settling on clawing the sheets.

the thrusts that come after the readjusted position are unusually rough and fast. it’s ragged and you could do better but fuck, it feels too good to keep hitting minho’s sweet spots. one of your hands snakes down to his pussy. your thumb finds his clit and presses down, sending a thunderstorm of shocks down minho’s arched back.

it feels like hell for minho’s pussy. you could hear sinful squelches of his insides being corrupted by you over and over. you fill him up and then you don’t, your cock hitting past his sweet spot all up against his limit and it leaves minho wide-eyed in a cute shocked expression you’ve never seen before. it’s hell but it’s heaven, his juices telling you that he wants you and more.

you don’t know what overcomes you the second you open your mouth to speak.

“want me to knock you up so bad?”

he nods. then he whines and drools and whips his head from side to side as he tries to contain himself from an impending orgasm. he wants to make sure that you’ll be true to your word. “wanna get pregnant,” he cries out to you repeatedly.

he’s so fucking into it. he spills a bit of his cream right onto your cock, almost like he’s about to cum. he’s ready to breed. he wants to be bred. he yearns to be bred, especially by you.

it’s not much until a moment passes and you’re riled up yourself, going harder and faster as your thrusts alternate from bullet fast to whole. his cunt seems to cage you in, tightening even more, and the sensations of raw and unbothered touch leaves you both heaving, screaming, and—

“y/n!”

you cum deep inside minho’s pussy. minho creams on your cock.

you both still in place, groaning out your next breaths before pulling each other into a close hug and kiss.

exhausted, you almost collapse on top of minho, but your arms catch you. your boyfriend chuckles lightly but hums after. you look up at him and press a hand down on him abdomen, making him whine and feel the head of your cock pushing against his limit.

“liked that?”

minho smiles. “loved it. we should do that more often.”

he doesn’t mind if you’ll get him knocked up for sure. he trusts you. if he doesn’t, that’s fine too. you both laugh at the sight of the discarded remains of the broken condom in the trash.

“Not so talkative now, huh,” Felix gritted out between his teeth, and Minho moaned in response. “Behaving like such a little slut instead of asking.”

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered and cried out in pleasurable pain as Felix slapped his bum. 

“No, you're not,” Felix shook his head, picking up the force of his thrusts, shoving Minho up the mattress. The older one weakly reached up to brace himself against the headboard and stop himself from scooting up even more. “Talking about Channie hyung all night, saying he'd make you cum harder than I ever did.”

“I wa-ahh-s joking,” he moaned out in pure bliss. “Needed you, wa-wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah, so needy that you started talking shit?” he asked and slapped him again. 

Minho grew slack with a loud whimper, tears shooting to his eyes. “Mhm, so needy.”

“Needy little slut,” Felix growled and changed the angle of his hips. “You're mine.”

Minho nodded dumbly and gripped the sheets tightly as another harsh pain shot through his left cheek as Felix's hand hit it. “Only need you, don't need Cha-ahhnn,” he moaned out obscenely loud as Felix hit his prostate and made his body shake. 

-

Chan's ears burned up, eyes widening and lips parting at the sound of Minho moaning his name so loudly it could be heard in the whole house. If he hadn't been hard before, he definitely would be now. He didn't dare lift his gaze and check if the others had caught it as well and shifted a little on the sofa, getting uncomfortable. Looking up, he noticed Changbin and Hyunjin had started kissing, and Jisung was seated in Seungmin's lap. 

“Hyungie?” Jeongin spoke up, and Chan turned his head to his maknae. He was sitting on his knees next to him, eyes teary at the neglect of the others, and his sweatpants did a bad job of hiding his arousal. 

Chan's face softened, and he patted his thighs. “Come here, baby,” he said, and Jeongin quickly shuffled over, straddling his lap and pressing down against him with a soft sigh. Chan gently cupped his face, soothingly rubbing his thumbs across his cheekbones, and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Need your hyung to take care of his little baby?” he asked quietly enough for only them to hear. 

“Please,” he whispered, needily grinding down against him. 

-

Minho was seeing stars by now, unable to form a clear sentence. He couldn't stop the noise from leaving his mouth, and it had him writhing with embarrassment. Felix had never gone so hard on him before, and fuck he loved it. “Close,” he whimpered, and Felix laughed. 

“Forget it, you're not cumming before I say so,” he told him. “I'll show your beloved Channie just how fucked out you are once I'm done with you.” An obscene moan spilled from Minho's lips, and he clenched hard around him. “My baby would like that, huh? Such a needy little slut.”

“So needy,” Minho slurred, completely out of it by now. “Please,” he whimpered, a tear falling from his face. 

“Please, what?” Felix asked sharply, dragging his dick across his prostate with every harsh snap of his hips. 

“Need to -ohh- cum,” he choked out, curling his fists in the sheets so tightly his nails drew blood even through the fabric. “Please, can't-” he breathed out before breaking apart with another loud moan. 

“Go on then, cum and make a mess, like the needy little slut you are,” Felix told him, and Minho's body shook intensely only seconds later. He came with a broken shout of his name, sobbing into the pillow weakly as Felix kept chasing his high. 

-

Chan gently kissed Jeongin, rubbing his hips after tucking him back in. “How the fuck are they still going?” the younger one asked, and Chan laughed. 

“No idea,” he said, noticing they were the only ones left in the living room. Jeongin curled up against his chest and Chan soothingly rubbed his back. His ears burned up at the sound of Minho stumbling over the edge, and closed his eyes, hoping they'd stop before he'd lose his mind. It got quiet soon, and after another few minutes, Felix strolled down the stairs, looking pleased with himself. “You menace.”

“He deserved it,” Felix shrugged and smirked at Chan. “Didn't stop talking about you ruining him. Should've seen him when I told him I'd show you how wrecked he is.”

“Felix,” he gasped, and Jeongin stared at his friend in wonder. 

“Never thought you'd be so jealous,” Jeongin snorted. 

“Well, I am,” he laughed and exchanged a glance with Chan. 

“Please tell me you didn't leave him there like that?” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“He's fine; he gets emotional, that's all,” Felix shook his head. "Come on, hyung. Do him the favor and take care of him. I'll cuddle Innie. I promise he's fine; I wouldn't leave him if he weren't.”

Chan reluctantly handed over Jeongin to Felix and made his way up the stairs, heart thumping in his chest. Seeing Minho like this, he hadn't imagined it to happen like that. Chan pushed the door open, jaw dropping at the sight. “Oh my God,” he breathed out. Minho was sprawled out on the bed, sobbing quietly as cum dripped from his hole. His hair stuck to his face, tear streaks painted his cheeks, and his body shuddered. “Lix, we have dance practice tomorrow!” he shouted downstairs, and Felix cackled in response. 

“Channie,” Minho whimpered, and Chan's stomach flipped at the sound of it. 

Oh, for fucks sake.

PART TWO

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as his lips pressed harder against yours, his eager tongue swiped across your mouth. the kitten licks from his end prompted you to do the same. your tongues danced together, in such sync that it made your heads spin too fast, but he savored every single bit of it.

the taste of the cocoa delicacy couldn’t leave his mouth. neither could he take the wonderful aroma of the sandalwood scented candle. your touches felt fiery, as if a fever rushed through his system.

“sensitive, pretty?” you asked him.

minho blinked in rapid succession, attempting to focus, but failing miserably at the sight of your warm smile.

“oh, i feel sensitive too,” you giggled, giving him goosebumps.

it’s true, every single little sense in your system suddenly felt ten times worse. the fabric of his shirt felt too much but he started salivating at the feeling of your skin against his. it was difficult for him to describe, but you understood: he could tell by the deep gasps escaping your throat that you enjoyed the feeling of his body writhing under you. you enjoyed the sounds he was making too, moans that he could not be aware of due to his fixation on pleasure.

but too many words are too boring to describe how fucking amazing you both felt.

you undid his shirt faster than ever. he took your top off too, throwing it aggressively on the floor before lifting your hips to help you out of your pants. he took his off, too, but immediately succumbed to his hazy headspace the moment you held his waist.

“pretty boy’s getting eager.” you traced your fingers up his sides, watching him arch his back until his bare chest was up against yours. “gonna put this beautiful body to use, yeah pretty?”

“mhmm,” minho practically whined. begging through hushed exhales and watery eyes, he lowered his head to stare at your chest.

the idea that popped in his head caused him to blush so much that his cheeks were hot. it didn’t help that your hands trailed down his muscles, the underside of his chest, and his broad shoulders — he didn’t realize that he was mirroring the movements on you.

“kiss please?” he begged, so you kissed him. “another?” he asked, so you answered. he didn’t seem satisfied even if he was reeling in the taste of your luscious lips mixed with the bitter aftertaste of the sweets. he drooled mindlessly as he continued to stare at your upper torso.

minho traced an index finger from your neck down to your chest. “can…i…suck, please?”

that alone nearly drove you insane, but you kept it together.

and like any sane person, you wordlessly traced a finger from his chest up to his neck, before holding him by the nape and shoving his head right onto your nipple.

he immediately latched his lips onto you. it almost felt like instinct, especially with his arms soon wrapping around your upper half in a desperate attempt to support you and himself.

silently thanking you, he flicked your nipples with his tongue, dragged kisses around each nipple and even going across your chest. he left love bite after love bite on the surrounding skin, whining every time you chuckled at the sensation.

“pretty, that’s enough.”

you ruffled his hair and then pulled, making him look up at you, showing the mess he made with pink plump lips and an endlessly salivating tongue. you pulled his head up all the way to kiss his open mouth, tasting everything, never minding how your teeth clashed sometimes.

the second your mouth pulled away, though, he chased it, only to be held back by your hand on his scalp. he pouted.

“can’t i return the favor?”

minho nodded but hesitated slightly. he really wanted it, but he wanted to feel something more.

“aw, my pretty boy always wants something in his mouth.” two of your fingers made its way up to tap his lips. the featherlight touch felt like a thousand kisses from heaven.

“how about you suck on these while i taste you?”

without a second thought, minho opened his mouth and circled his tongue around your fingers. he started sucking, kissing, and playing with your digits as you did the same to his chest. you bit down more harshly than he did, the red marks on your skin looking like nothing compared to the purple near-bruises on his. he felt tempted to bite down too, but he restricted himself with a delicious, soothingly sweet moan.

at this point, minho was leaking, his bare cock thumping angrily against your thigh. the feeling alone made him want to release, but he held it in anticipation. it didn’t matter if you denied the orgasm or abused him until his limit, he wouldn’t mind. he couldn’t care less about his own dick.

he cared more about your lips on his.

“fuck, y/n, so fucking good,” his shaky voice vibrated against your fingers and sent tingles down your spine. “i’m gonna cum, please, help me—”

he came all over your lower half, jutting his hips up against your thighs that sat on his lap. you bit on his left nipple, prompting him to release every single drop.

after the entire scene, he still felt sensitive. minho wanted more, so did you, but everything was overwhelming. dizzy, he continued to suck on your neck as you both calmed down.

“what’s sweeter, me or the chocolates?”

minho popped his mouth off your skin to face you. his mind was purely hazed by now, all offered for you to use. his eyes were filled with lust and hunger, a romance that was laced with a dark and bitter flavor that you’ve never seen before.

he wanted you to take the bites, though: savor him well and eat him whole.