now playing: ride — lolo zouaï
content: sub!minhyuk, dom!fem!reader, riding
the door is locked, and all that can be heard from the outside is the loud, desperate moans leaving the boy under you right now.
you smirk at the way he groans as you ride minhyuk, with nail marks along his chest and hands wrapped around his neck. it leaves him so cloudy and overwhelmed that he almost can’t breathe even if you put no pressure on his neck.
he tells himself that he doesn’t want you, that kihyun was right when he said you’re insane, the cruel and mean ex that took all of his friend’s heart and never gave it back, that he doesn’t need you, that you don’t drive him wild with your lips trailing his jawline and your hips moving like making a mess of him was the easiest thing you’ve ever done.
but he was too cocky going into this, and now he’s in a mess he can’t get out of, doesn’t even know if he wants to get out of. he chants to himself in his head that he doesn’t love you, but it’s a lie.
“watch me,” you order, and his eyes, that had previously fluttered shut after your hands became a necklace for him to wear whether or not he should, open, “good boy.”