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𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ⌗

𝐜𝐰🏷️ : spitting kink, slight choking kink, messy making out, mentions of blowjob and handjob, gagging, masturbation, cum play

“You want me to what?”

Minho’s voice carried a mixture of disbelief and confusion as he blank at you, face perfectly reflecting the shock he was going through.

“You heard me,” you sighed, tugging on his thighs with your sweaty palms, pleading with your eyes, “just do it, please.”

Were you serious?

You wanted him to … spit in your mouth … for real? How? And more importantly, why?

“Y/n, I can’t—”

“Babe—”

“Don’t babe me,” he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead, “I can’t do it, that’s nasty.”

“But I want you too.” you pouted, holding on his hands with a demanding manner as you kissed his exposed inner thighs before making your way up to his clothe free crotch.

It was something past midnight and Minho had made the mistake of starting a heated make out session before bed.

Naturally, it resulted with him growing hard beneath his sweatpants and since he didn’t want to end his night with blueballs, he made the second mistake of asking for your help instead of taking care of his problem on his own.

Now there you were, sitting half-naked on the floor, in between his legs as your crop top rested right next to you on the carpet. And you were pouting, while threatening to not finish him off if he refused to spit in your mouth.

You were pouting, unbelievable.

Threatening about not giving him the full experience after toying with his throbbing girth for a good ten minutes in your mouth was so lame by the way, he expected better of you.

Ah, you were really ruthless, he taught you well.

Though he disliked to admit, the circumstances pushed him into negotiating with you. He was in need of assistance, and you were the only one who could provide it.

But spitting? Was that really what you were demanding?

Since when were you even into it anyway?

Last time he checked you were his pretty pillow princess, who loved to be adored, to be praised and worshipped — which was literally a few nights ago, what changed since then for you to beg for such degrading treatment?

“I promise it is not nasty,” you spoke again, giving a kitten lick to his angry head — fuck, he loved when you did that, “think of this as kissing, in a different font.”

“Kissing is a stretch, y/n.” he hissed, bucking his hips under your touch. It took everything in him to not just hold your head still and slam himself again and again inside your mouth right now, and you weren’t exactly helping him with the way you gazed at him behind your lidded eyes.

“Why are you so against it?” you finally whined, letting him slip out of your mouth, “You alway spit on my hole before putting it in, what difference does it make when it’s my mouth?”

Minho cackled, you couldn’t be serious comparing what he did to this. They were two different things, for one, spitting on your cunt before he inserted himself in was hot, and useful, but what you asked for, not so much.

“They’re two very different things—”

“No they’re not and you’re just making up excuses.”

Now you were sulking. Unwrapping the hand you had around his long shaft, you were getting ready to get up and leave until Minho managed to stop you by pulling you back down from your elbows. Oh my god, did you really want it that badly, enough to leave him like this?

Guess one of you had to compromise and judging from the look in your eyes, it was obvious that it wasn’t gonna be you.

“Do you seriously want it?” he asked, eyebrows rising up as the grasp he had on your arms remained intact, “You really want me to spit in your mouth?”

Him and the way he pronounced his words. Ugh, his tone, it made you crazy, it was so aggravating and for what?

“Not if you’re gonna look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you find me disgusting.”

Minho sighed. You were offended, obviously, and now he was feeling like a total asshole, how great.

“Babe, no,” he whispered, cupping your face as he pulled you closer to give you a peck on the lips, “I would never think that of you,” he cooed, caressing your cheeks with his thumb, “don’t you know that I adore every inch of you? How could I ever think such a thing?”

“But you—”

“I will do it,” he cut your words, tilting his head to steal another kiss from your dry lips, “I wanna do it for you, I’m sorry for being an ass, yeah?”

You nodded, giving him a reassuring hum. He smiled and reached for your lips again, this time for a real kiss that he got to use his tongue freely. As he poked it inside your mouth sneakily, you wrapped your hands back around his aching hardness, and began to stroke him up from the top to the bottom.

He gave you an immediate reaction, a deep grunt, as he bit your lower lip and trailed his hands from your soft cheeks to your beautiful neck. He circled his hands around it and pressed on the sides, making breathing only a bit harder for you.

And as the kiss grew more fervent and messy, your pace around his dick became sloppy, clumsy even, since you were too drunk with his lips to pay any attention to somewhere else.

Which wasn’t the case for him. He was aware of everything — every small whine you let into his mouth, every pause of your pretty hands, every brush of your tongue against his, all of it.

He was waiting for the right moment to come so that he could grant your wish, and for that, his perceptions were fully open, to not screw up the one thing you’ve asked from him even further.

To be honest though, he was feeling quite nervous. I mean, it wasn’t often that you’ve asked to try new things and well, he was anxious about ruining it for you.

He hasn’t tried this before — hell, he hasn’t even thought of this before. What if it’d end up feeling super awkward for the both of you, just because he messed up the timing?

Relax, Minho, relax.

Feeling his hesitations from the way his lips moved on yours, you’ve decided to help him clear up worries. After all, a good head could do wonders on his overthinking and you of all people, knew it the best.

Pulling from the kiss, you pressed on his abs with both hands to lean him back on the couch. “Let me take care of you first.” you whispered with a grin, giving him a long teasing lick from his balls to his slit.

The way you could send his brain up to clouds with little to no effort was impressive at the least, you were only swirling your tongue around his thick head and he was already close.

Knowing how much you loved it whenever he pulled your hair, Minho moved his hands from your cheeks to tug on your messy roots. He fisted your wispy strands into a morphed ponytail, and pressed you down on his lengthy shaft.

You were gagging, good, you deserved a little struggle after all the threats you’ve made.

But something about you tonight was different.

You didn’t seem like you were struggling at all, in fact, you seemed to enjoy it with your lips puckered around him tightly. Tears were running down your cheeks as thin strings yet your eyes, your glossy eyes, they were far away from looking uncomfortable.

They were glistening, you were loving the pain.

And so did Minho, he too loved this newly evoked side of you. Maybe you weren’t his fragile princess anymore and maybe, that spitting thing you insisted on wasn’t such a bad idea.

As you bobbed your head up and down, sucking his tip like your favorite candy, he could feel his skin burn under the effect of your strong eye contact.

He wanted to move but he couldn’t, he wanted to thrust but instead, he was stoned. It took only a few strokes of your tongue and there it was, that familiar knot in his stomach, it was back. He waited as a wave of warm shivers washed him over, leaving him cursing and spurting his seeds right into your mouth.

And oh, you were smiling, so beautifully at that.

Right timing, he thought to himself, this was the right timing he was waiting for.

So without allowing himself to overthink, he used the grip he had around your hair and parted you away from his throbbing dick. He wrapped a hand around your neck to pull you closer to himself as he leaned down, and pressed his lips on yours.

He could taste himself on your tongue as you clumsily tried to kiss him back, which was oddly hot by the way, but he choose to not think of it any further. Some things just couldn’t be explained with logic, and this was one of those things for sure.

Nasty yet hot, what an unfamiliar combination.

Minho tilted his head and trailed his hand to your jaw, deepening the kiss. He then grabbed on it, pressing on both sides with a strong grip as he muttered, “Open your mouth.” huskily.

If nasty was what you wanted so badly, he was not gonna give you anything less.

As expected, you obediently followed his instructions and gaped your mouth, sticking your tongue out as well. He let a small lump of saliva gather behind his lips before letting it dribble down, and fall right onto the valley of your tongue.

Okay nevermind, he was wrong. This was in fact really hot, so fucking hot, you were right.

“God,” he groaned, voice raspy, “you’re so hot babe.”

He reached his hands down to his crotch and of course, he was getting hard again, without even catching the chance to soften at first. Letting out a hiss, he pressed his thumb on his tip and began to rub himself, chasing after your lips in the meantime.

“Shit, I want you, want you so bad.”

“Nuh-uh,” you stopped him, pressing your index on his swollen lips, “say it first, I wanna hear you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

You giggled. He was shameless enough to jerk himself off before you but too shy to own up to his emotions. Especially if they were brand new and unexpected, but you weren’t the one to cut him some slack.

“That you loved it,” you breathed against his parted lips, “and that you were wrong of course.”

“And if I don’t?”

You tilted your head, squinting your eyes at him. He wanted to test you? Fair enough.

“Then I wish you best of luck with your right hand.”

He chuckled at your speed of getting up, the tone of your voice switching immediately as you got ready to make your leave. But before you could manage to walk away, he was able to grab your wrist and pull you down on his lap, making you sit on his ripped thighs.

“I loved it, true,” he accepted, blowing his hot breath against your face, “but I wasn’t wrong y/n, it is nasty,” he paused, lips curling up into a crooked smirk, “so nasty, wanna try it on me?”

Oh.

Wait.

What?

Was he—

“Are you asking me to—”

“Yes I am,” he said, cutting your words, a mischievous look painting his eyes, “so do you want it or not?”

A menace. He was a freaking menace. And for that, he deserved to be punished and taught a lesson. But that could wait until after you were done with him, since you had your hands full right now.

“Open your mouth,” you held his chin, lifting his face up, fingers pressing his cheeks together. Oh, you were rough, he liked that.

“and stick your tongue out for me, would you love?”

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🩷

#ohhhh this is so 🤤#u wrote minho sooo well here #recs: lino

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