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Rope Burn

A Minajeal x Yuu fanfic

Minajeal found himself pacing in the gardens, a fingernail occupying his mouth as he walked from tree to tree. The cool breeze of the wind flowed through his brown hair as sweat formed on his forehead.

Minajeal was in quite the predicament. You and Minajeal started dating a while back, but after he introduced you to his father, you were denied marriage with him because of your low status. Neither Minajeal nor you actually paid too much mind to it, love was love after all. Even with that, that still didn’t mean that the dates stopped coming. Princesses from all around were still sent to the kingdom to try to woo Minajeal, despite all of the attempts being in vain, the dates just kept coming.

Today was just supposed to be like all other days: hot, normal, fateful, but Lady Luck seemed to have other plans.

Minajeal was once again forced to entertain a date with some princess from the farlands. The entire interaction was forced, the flirting phrases died in Minajeal’s throat as he spoke to the princess, little did he know. While flirting with the princess, you happened to walk past him, getting an earful of what he was saying to the other woman. You gave him a nasty look before turning on your heel and walking away. Minajeal was completely stumped for the rest of the day, reminiscing about that exact moment.

A low growl broke his train of thought. He looked down to see his tiger companion, Rajah, nudging at his leg while letting out low whines.

Minajeal sighed, putting a hand on Rajah’s head in an attempt to comfort him.

“What’s wrong now, boy?”

Rajah looked up at him with an expectant look, seemingly already knowing what was bothering him.

“Yeah, you’re right. I should go talk to her.”

Minajeal’s heart was already racing to find ways to make it up to you. That was when an idea popped up in his head. A crazy and absurd one, but the chances of it pleasing you were high. What if…perhaps…he let you dom him ? Just for tonight.

He ran a hand against his woven hair, already making his way back to the palace with the intention of talking to you.

“Come on boy, let’s go.”

Minajael held out a hand for Rajah to follow as they both walked inside of the palace. To be honest, Minajael himself wasn’t sure why exactly he was being Rajah with him, the voice in the back of his head told him it was because he needed all the protection he could get when facing you after this. He laughed it off as he strolled through the palace.

Minajael tried to distract himself with the decoration on the walls but his mind kept drifting back to you and your reaction earlier.

Eventually, the two reached the bedroom door and Minajael’s hand hesitated at the doorknob. A nervous look on his face appeared before he schooled it to his normal, content one.

He let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping heavily as he looks down at Rajah who was nuzzling against his leg. His feline companion seeming to sense the nervousness coming from him.

With a gulp of bravery, Minajael opened the door, stepping inside of the opulent bedroom, Rajah padding right in after him.

The lights were down low, making it hard to make out your silhouette. He flicked on the lights, only to be met with you sitting on the edge of the bed, a stern look on your face, your arms crossed over your ample chest.

“Hey sweetness.” He trotted in, closing the door behind him before leaning on the dresser beside it, a teasing look on his face.

“What do you want?” You remarked, an irritated look taking over your face.

“I live here too you know, did you forget in your little fit of jealousy?” He grinned, a chuckle leaving his throat. While Minajeal made that comment, Rajah jumped onto the bed and curled up in the middle of it.

Minajeal pushed himself off the dresser and made his way towards you, standing over you.

“Look, baby I know you’re pissed. You’ve already made that clear with the looks you’ve been giving me but I’m not gonna sit here and weep because some prissy princess made you a little jealous. It meant nothing, seriously.”

He pushed his hair back, his eyeliner only enhancing the discerned look on his face.

“The words you were saying to her aren’t matching the ones you’re telling me now.” You remarked once more, staring down at the bed underneath you.

Minajael let out a scoff, kneeling to meet your gaze.

“And what exactly did my words before mean to you then, hmm? Enlighten me please, because from where I was sitting, all it seemed like to me was politeness towards my guest who just so happened to be a princess. Something I recall is expected of me.”

He spat, the venom prominent in his tone.

“Do you really think I enjoyed that date? Being forced to be someone I’m not for the sake of the kingdom and play the part as a flirtatious, charming prince? Newsflash Yuu, it’s called acting.”

He stood up, turning his back towards you.

“If you want to sit here and whine, be my guest but that doesn’t change the role

I’m forced to play at the end of the day.”

You stood up abruptly, your frown deepening.

“And how the hell do you think I feel when I saw that?! My boyfriend prancing and slutting around some nobody right in front of me?!”

Minajael let out a grunt at your nasty comment, turning his head slightly to look at you.

“Oh, so now I'm a 'slut' for being cordial to someone of high standing? You know, you’re a real piece of work-“

He cut himself off with a sigh. In a swift moment he turned to face you completely, his hands finding yours and bringing it up to his chest.

“You know I love you. More than anything in this gilded cage they call a palace.”

He leaned in, looking you deep in the eyes.

“Let me make it up to you, dearest.”

You pulled your hands back, turning your face away from him so he couldn’t see the wicked grin forming on it.

“You wanna make it up to me? Let me be in control tonight.”

You could practically hear him tense up from behind you. You were well aware that one thing Minajael really disliked was bottoming so you just had to take this opportunity to use it against him.

“Babe please-“ Minajael started but you were quick to cut him off.

“You wanna make it up to me right?”

You questioned, he nodded reluctantly.

“Then get your feline friend out of here and strip.”

Minajael nodded once more before moving towards the side of the bed, where Rajah was lounging.

“Come on boy, let’s go.”

Rajah quickly followed minajael out, once the two of them were gone you walked into the closet and opened the dresser, looking down at the multitude of toys you could use on him. That’s when your eyes landed on it, red, silky rope, untouched, still in its original packaging. Minajael had bought this for you in hopes of using it sometime but the both of you never actually got to it. Surely there was no better time to use it than right now.

“He’ll like this one for sure.” You murmured to yourself a wicked thought of Minajael squirming and whining in bed, all tied up while you overstimulated him formed in your head.

You were suddenly pulled out of your day dreaming by the sound of the door opening.

You went back into the bedroom with the red rope in your hand. Minajael tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“What’s that?” He questioned.

“Nothing.” You replied before pointing to the bed.

Minahaj obeyed, sitting on the bed.

“So what now, got something planned for me?”

He questioned, kicking his feet in a soothing manner.

You paced in front of him for a moment before coming to a stop, towering in front of him.

“Ajael, you’re a good dancer right?”

You stared down at him, studying his expression. His content expression soon turned into an intrigued face.

“I am quite adept to moving my body to music, why? Did you want a private show?”

He leaned in, a knowing grin on his face.

You placed your hands on each side of the bed.

“Why don’t you put that body to work and dance for me.”

You commanded, leaning forward to push some hair out of Minajael’s face.

Minajael’s grinned only got wider as he registered what you were asking for.

“I’d thought you never ask.”

He placed a hand on your chest, pushing you back slightly.

You obliged, taking a few steps back to allow Minajael to stand up.

After standing up, Minhaj stretched a bit, putting his hands on your hips to guide you to sit on the bed instead.

Now standing before you, Minhaj begins to slowly roll his hips, his movements sensual and hypnotic.

“You like what you see, sweetness?”

He asked with a daring look in his eyes, staring at your expectant face as he moved his hips tantalizingly slow.

As you watched Minajael dance, an idea popped up into your head.

What if you just ignored him and pretended to be uninterested in his dancing? Maybe he’d feel ignored the same way you did today. And so you did act on your idea. While he was dancing you pretended to yawn.

Minajael smile dimmed for a moment, a tilt coming to his head.

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise I see.”

He abruptly stopped moving his hips for a second, his eyes glaring into yours before he started moving again.

You let out a scoff, putting a hand over your mouth tiredly.

“Could be better.”

You remarked, a teasing grin forming on your face from underneath your hand as you saw Minajael slowly start to panic.

“Could be better? Dearest, how could that be when I’m the best dancer in this palace!”

A hint of fear took on his tone as he spoke, you only got more and more giddy at the slow breaking of his cocky exterior.

“I’ve seen others dance better.”

The sentence slipped out faster than you could register it. Minajael’s face dropped completely, he took a step toward you.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Who else could possibly be dancing for you in this manner?!”

You giggled at his reaction, simply waving a hand at him.

“Oh nobody, just…keep going.”

At your command, Minajael started moving again, his hips moved in a hypnotic circle, which was truly getting to you. This time using his hands to splay across his chest. His hands moved up and down his chest in a suggestive manner, this time stopping at his waistband. He teasingly flicked his waistband at you, giving you a small glimpse of his happy trail.

Oh fuck, he was teasing you with his waistband.

You sighed one more, feigning boredom.

At the sound of your sigh, Minajael’s eyes dimmed once more with uncertainty but he quickly schooled it to a content look.

“What's wrong, love? Not impressed by these hard-earned muscles?” he tries to joke, flexing his bicep, letting out a small laugh.

But there’s a tiny hint of vulnerability in his tone, a small whine for approval from his lover.

“Come on babe, surely there’s something about me that meets your high standards.”

He got onto his knees in front of you, his eye reflecting a pleading glare.

“You wanna please me?” You asked teasingly, patting your knee.

Minajael nodded rapidly, placing his head on your knees

“Yes of course, anything you need.”

You felt heat course through you at his sudden submission.

“Strip.”

Minajael let out a breathy laugh before shrugging off his jacket.

“As my lady commands.”

Soon enough, all of his clothes beside his underwear were discarded and he was lying on the bed, his legs slightly spread.

“So what now gorgeous, what do you wanna do to me?”

He smirked, still trying to take dominance in this situation.

You climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed, already starting to undo the silk rope.

Minajael grimaced at the sight of the rope.

“Yuu…can’t you just let me take care of you? Let me worship your precious body?” You immediately shut down his sweet talk by placing a shushing finger against his mouth.

“Hush and give me your hand.” Minajael frowned at your command, his cocky exterior slowly breaking down.

He reluctantly gave you his hand, you tied rope around it.

“Good, now the other.” You commanded once more and he gave over his other hand. You bound his two wrists together.

“Very very good, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You teased. Minajael let out a whine as he strained against the rope.

“B-babe, baby-“ before he could finish with his pleas you leaned in and kissed him deeply, your hands cupping his cheeks to pull him closer and deeper into the kiss.

“Mmph…”

You let out a small groan of pleasure as your tongue mingled with Minajael’s.

You pulled away for air. Minajael practically fell forward in an attempt of trying to chase your lips and chase the high.

You laughed at his pathetic attempt of moving, placing a hand on his chest to push him back into the sitting position.

“Y-Yuu, don’t tease me.”

Minajael let out a whine as you started to bind his feet together.

“Yuu, you know I can make you feel so much better. Topping is gonna be to tiring for a beauty such as yourself.”

His head rose to meet your gaze.

“Please love..? I wanna make you feel good.”

You silenced him with another kiss, cupping the nape of his neck. He let out a small grunt before leaning into the kiss, his eyelids falling down.

You pulled back for oxygen again and rested your forehead against his.

“Minajael, enough with the sweet talk. Your ass is mine tonight.”

Minajael shuddered, still trying to keep his cocky persona.

“You’re in control, Asal.”

He leaned further into your touch, allowing you to use one hand to wrap an arm around his waist, while using the other to start unwrapping the fabric that was intertwined in his hair.

Minajael let out a small sigh of relief as you undid his braid, letting down his luscious long brown hair.

You felt a wave of awe go through you as you stared at the length of his hair, you have never seen his full head of hair past that woven cloth.

“So pretty….” You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

A soft moan left Minajael as you gentle ran your fingers through his whole length of hair, tilting his head back as you could have more access to it.

“Mmh…touch me more Yuu…”

He shifted slightly, the silk ropes rubbing against his smooth skin.

“Don’t stop…you’re making me feel so good…your eyes…touch.”

His eyes lidded slightly, he looked up at you through his eyelashes..

“It all drives me c-crazy…”

He admitted, his eyes now fully falling shut. You felt a pool of heat form in the bottom of your belly mixed with a deeper feeling of understanding.

The pillow shifted as Minajael moved, his fingers twitching reflexively at the silk rope.

He opened his eyes once more to stare you in your own eyes, his gaze carrying a small look of a vulnerability only you could see.

“Mina-“ you started but was immediately cut off by Minajael’s voice which was softer than usual.

“I want you. All of you, not just your body but your love, your strength, your kindness, your heart.”

You felt your heart melt at his confession, you had never seen Minajael be so…precious, especially right before doing something so explicit like this.

“Make love to me Yuu. Slowly, tenderly and make me feel loved on levels I’ve never felt.”

He let out another slow sigh, all of the tension fully leaving him.

You cupped his cheek tenderly, stroking his cheek, he took the initiative to slightly turn his head in your hand to place a gentle kiss in the palm of your hand.

No more words needed to be spoken past that for you to understand what Minajael was asking for, you pulled him upward to capture his lips into a searing kiss, putting all of your love, desire and passion into it.

Minajael reciprocated with just as much fervor, maybe even more. His back arched as he tried to push himself into you further, parting his lips slightly, inviting your tongue to mingle with his.

After parting for air, the both of you were panting like dogs, small breathy moans and grunts echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls.

“D-dearest…” Minajael attempted to start but you silenced him with a shush of your lips and a finger on his.

“Shhh..”

You slowly moved your finger downward, caressing his jawline, his neck, Adam’s apple.

You gently laid him on the bed, straddling him.

Your finger continued its venture downward. His collarbone, his chest.

You stopped at his defined stomach, stroking the faint lines of his abs.

Minajael’s hips suddenly bucked forward instinctively, begging for friction.

You quickly used your other hand to cease Minajael’s bucking, pushing his hips downward.

“Ah ah Ajael, be still now.” You gently scolded him, reinforcing your dominant role here.

In your adventure of his body, you didn’t notice his small sniffles and the tears pricking at his eyes.

You looked back up to study his face, finally realizing.

“Ajael…? Are you crying?”

You immediately moved to wipe his tears, earning a whine of relief from him.

“N-not sad tears…I-I’m just…so happy I have someone like you to come back to.” Minajael said, a wry smile on his face.

You pulled him into yet another kiss full of passion. This time taking off your clothes while kissing him.

After pulling back, Minajael’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of your gorgeous body, taking in every curve on you.

“Gorgeous…” He murmured

Your hand wandered even lower, suddenly cupping him through his underwear and earning a moan from him. The pleasure running up his spine, causing it to arch. His hips bucked forward, begging for more stimulation.

“S-sevens..yuu!” He gasped out, throwing his head back against the pillows as more beads of precum damped the fabric of his underwear.

“You want it?” You teased, running your finger across his V-line.

“Y-yes!” He whined out, thrashing against the silk bounds.

You waited no longer to tug at his underwear and pull it down, revealing his throbbing shaft, the tip already dripping with beads of precum.

“So needy…” you scoffed playfully, your hand already pumping his cock.

“Yes! Fuck!” Minajael moaned out, only bucking his hips further into your hand.

You stopped pumping him, instead, propping yourself above him, ready to sink down on him to ride him.

“Ready?” You clarified with him. Instead of verbally answering, he simply bucked his hips forward again, letting out an incoherent mumble.

You slowly sank down on him, your silk folds engulfing his length.

A hoarse cry ripped from Minajael’s throat as you took him whole.

“Yes! U-ungh.. you feel incredible…”

He praised gently, encouraging you to continue, his hands fisting in the sheets.

You let out a delighted hum as you started to bounce on him, lifting yourself up just to slam yourself down on him seconds later.

“Like this?” You teased, slamming your hips against his once more.

A high pitched cry left you as you left minajael bottom out in you.

“J-just like that…keep going.”

The praise fell from Minajael’s lips quickly. He started to buck his hips forward despite trying to resist the urge to do so originally.

“You’ll n-never talk to a princess like that again, r-right?” You questioned, placing your hands on minajael’s hips to sturdy yourself.

“N-never again baby…nngh~” Minajael confirmed, his hands scrambling to find something to grip onto.

The sounds of skin slapping against one another and Minajael’s grunts of pleasure filled the room.

You looked down at him with a blissed smile on your face as you rode him, your hands squeezing at his hips.

“Haah…mmgh!~ I-I’m sorry baby…”

He whined out, trying to ride out his fast-approaching orgasm.

“Y-Yuu! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

His whines only got louder as you bounced even faster.

“I-I’ll never talk to another woman eh-or m-man like that again!” He cried out, his eyes rolling back momentarily.

A thin line of drool started to form from the corner of his mouth, leaking out and onto the soft pillow behind him.

Stars and blanks clouded Minajael’s vision as you moved.

Soon enough, Minajael started to feel the familiar sensation of climaxing build up in his stomach, his cock already twitching.

“A-Ajael…I-I’m close..” you murmured, feeling your own legs start to tremble and give out to the sensation.

“I’m right with you dearest…” Minajael encouraged, only driving his hips upwards to push further into you.

“T-that’s it baby…come undone on me, release all of that pent up energy.”

He continued to encourage you as his own orgasm approached quickly.

Soon enough, cum exploded from him and straight into you. At the same time, you came undone on his cock, your essence leaking out onto him.

You collapsed on him, panting like a dog in the sun.

“That was…incredible…” you murmured in his chest, your hands already taking his to undo the bindings.

Once you undid his bindings he pulled down his arms, rubbings his wrists.

“Mmmh…if talking to some princess gets me a night like that, I’ll do it a whole lot more often.” He laughed, his hand still rubbing his sore wrist.

You playfully slapped his chest, a laugh erupting from you.

You pulled the blanket over the both of you.

“Go to sleep Ajael!”

And so, he did. Sleep took the both of you instantly.

The next morning, after Minajael put on a pair of pants and opened the bedroom door to go to the bathroom, he was met with an angry Rajah, the tiger’s angry expression was a drastic opposite from Minajael’s embarrassed smile.

Minajael realized that he had forgotten to take Rajah back to his sanctuary…oops..?

“Sorry buddy.” He murmured, placing a hand on the back of his head and the other on Rajah’s head, petting his soft fur.

“Won’t let it happen again..!” He chucked nervously.

The dopamine hunting, constant need for things to do, give him purpose all railed against the waiting. No amount of running, mindfulness or de-compressive lava lamp apps helped.

‘When was the last time you slept?’ Mel slid into the PC in front of him. Eyes looking at him over her glasses. Her eyes always looked more green when she thought him an idiot.

Frank leaned back. In that way that he knew annoyed her. Just a little too far back than sensible. Also every time he did so he knew his scrub top rode up. And her eyes flicked down. Frank Langdon was an evil man who enjoyed his favourite person turn rosy as she was caught out. ‘Technically I dosed off during Whitakers rambled about funk 20 minutes ago.’

Mel’s face, always so remarkably expressive: clashed between the eye roll and understanding. It had been a nonsensical ramble.

‘Langdon! This was just delivered for you.’

Perlah passed him a large envelope. His results?

Mel crossed her fingers with a big smile. God she was something else.

He ripped open the envelope.

DIVORCED AF

Opened it without thinking. The loud pop caused everyone around to jump.

Mel stared as confetti rained down.

His now ex-wife's horrendously out of tune voice echoing in the silent room about the joys of divorce.

Frank stared back.