It wasn’t something you were use to when it came to Minho, but you couldn’t complain. He knew how to push your buttons but not to the point where he was a tease. His hands were soft against your skin and the taste of him lingered on your lips when he moved down to your neck.
He came home upset. Obviously something had happened at work, but you didn’t want to pry knowing he’d fess up and tell you when he was ready.
What you weren’t expecting was him to pull your back to his chest. Usually if he was upset he’d take his frustrations out on you, use your body for his own anger management and then care for you after. This new kind of touch came to you by surprise.
‘Minho what’s wrong?’ You asked in a hushed tone.
‘Just want you.’ He mumbled. ‘But I feel like I treat you like shit when I’m angry so I just wanna hold you.’
The confession made your heart clench a little. ‘You’ve never treated me poorly. What are you talking about?’ You pulled out of his hold to turn around and look at him. He was staring at the ground now, almost like a moping child.
‘Chan said that you told him I’m rough with you when I’m angry, and he tried to convince me not to come home to you.’ He confessed. ‘If I hurt yo-‘
‘Hey no.’ You interrupted, ‘you’ve never hurt me. Chan must’ve misunderstood what I was telling him. You’ve never hurt me.’
He still stood there sulking though. His eyes were glassy and spaced out, like he was going to cry.
‘He told me there was a night that you called him really upset because I was too rough.’ He continued.
It’s true. There was a night that you called Chan, but it wasn’t because you were in any sort of pain. You were just pissed.
‘I called him that night because you didn’t seem to care about me that day. You were at work from before dawn to after the sun set, and you didn’t call me all day to tell me where you were,’ You could feel that anger pulse through you again, ‘and then when you finally did come home you didn’t say two words to me before telling me to bend over the back of the couch.’
‘So when you finally got done with me and pushed me to the side and fell asleep I called the first person I could think of because I felt used and-‘
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ He interrupted.
You had almost forgotten he was there. The realization of it all came too quick. Small tears pricked your eyes, and Minho immediately pulled you to his chest.
‘I hadn’t realized until now that that’s what always happens when your frustrated.’ You whispered.
He hugged you tighter pressing little kisses to the base of your neck. ‘I’m so sorry.’
You guess that’s what led to the current position you were in.
You weren’t use to it. Not when it was Minho being soft, but you couldn’t complain.
He left love bites instead of red marks on every visable part of your body. He took his time rather than just bending you over. He helped you relax instead of causing a constant tense state.
He pushed in slowly rather than frantically, staying still to wait for your adjustment. You moaned out when he finally began to move, biting down on his shoulder to keep from being too loud.
The sounds that escaped your throat had never touched Minhos ears before. He couldn’t remember the last time you were this responsive to him. The thought of that only drove him to go harder and slower. He wanted this to last for as long as possible.
Obviously that wouldn’t be much longer. The choked hiccups that you were giving him could confirm that you wouldn’t last much longer.
‘You can let go baby.’ He whispered into your neck.
You groaned, releasing your frustration. The shocks of it all caused your thighs to shake. You were a whiney mess now, babbling incoherently while Minho released also.
He pulled out slowly, admiring the way your body was presented towards him.
‘You’re so so beautiful.’
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