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— taste

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, soft!dom minho. content: 18+ minors dni. profanity. unprotected intercourse. afab!reader. hurt/comfort. hints of jealousy. hints of possessiveness. pet names. dirty talk. grinding. hints of breeding kink. word count: 4.3k m.list | ao3

summary: your boyfriend has been working out, but when you notice his appeal for praise being ignored by his friends, you decide to show him how beautiful you think his body is.

It had been awhile since your boyfriend’s friends had come around to the apartment you shared together. So when Jisung mentioned wanting to do a Scream marathon, Minho had suggested doing it at your place. You didn’t mind; you liked his friends. You also didn’t mind the idea of cuddling up to your boyfriend on the couch for hours. It’s not that he wasn’t affectionate but he was so busy all day; the only opportunity you really had to be close to him was in bed each night. He usually got home after you’d gone to bed, waking you with a whisper in your ear and a kiss on your forehead.

He had a few days off over this weekend so here you were; cuddled on the couch, well into the second Scream movie. Honestly, at this point you were just doing your best to stay awake, and by the look of Changbin nodding off across the room, so were the others. You looked up at your boyfriend’s face to see him still watching the screen.

He didn't watch movies very often, but when he did, he would watch the entire time and still somehow forget every single character's name by the end. You'd once joked about how you wanted him to write up a report reviewing the film you'd just finished: Pride & Prejudice, your favourite. He'd asked you when you wanted it finished by and when you'd replied Sunday night and tapped him on the nose he'd said nothing. You promptly forgot. 4 days later you were getting into bed after feeling a little down all day. Minho was working late as usual and you hated going to bed alone. Your phone vibrated from the nightstand and you reached over to grab it.

my review of that movie

pretty music

wanna go to that big fancy house with my pretty girlfriend

5/5 stars

my pretty girlfriend has pretty taste

You had fallen into bed and tucked yourself into the blankets, smiling to yourself and forgetting your bad mood.

i love you

You stared at the screen, waiting for his response. It took a little while, he must have been busy.

love you too my pretty baby

go to sleep

Smiling to yourself at the memory, you wondered if he was absorbing anything about the movie right now. You suspected he was often far away, thinking about something else. He was good at that. Zoning out; always deep in thought.

“I think everyone’s getting a bit sleepy,” you whispered.

He looked down at you, taking a second to process what you'd said before smirking.

“Oh yeah?" he squeezed you a little tighter. "Everyone? Or you?”

You couldn't help smiling back at him, you loved his teasing, not that you'd ever admit it.

“Everyone.” You nudged him with your knee. “Look at Changbin.”

He looked over at his friend sleeping with his head tilted back, mouth hanging open. You shifted a bit as he reached to grab a cushion with the arm that had been draped over your shoulder.

“Hey! Sleeping beauty!”

The cushion found its target, Changbin startled awake, looking around the room for his attacker. Noticing everyone laughing at him, he grabbed the pillow and flung it across the room where it hit Jisung directly in the face. You watched the falsely accused pillow thrower jump up and march across to Changbin where he proceeded to attempt to suffocate him with the cushion.

“They’re awake now.”

You looked back at your boyfriend who grinned at you before returning his attention to the attempted murder in progress.

“Okay! Jisung! Enough!” Chan shouted, struggling to sound assertive through his own laughter.

Jisung and Changbin were now on the carpet between the couch and the coffee table, Changbin holding Jisung down with his arms above his head.

“You think you’re stronger than me now, huh?” Chanbin asked, teasing the boy he was sitting on. “How many times have you even worked out this week? You’ve been looking a little.. frail.”

Jisung, who hadn’t been putting up much of a fight, suddenly pushed Changbin off him and into the couch you were sitting on with Minho.

“Watch it.” Minho shoved him away from the couch and into Jisung, amusement still clear on his face.

You probably should have known something like a brawl on the floor would be the outcome of your seemingly innocuous comment about everyone’s tiredness. Minho had a way of stirring his friends up for his own entertainment, and yours.

“Arm wrestle me right now.” Jisung was kneeling down at the coffee table, challenging his older and clearly bigger friend.

“Nah, it’s made of glass,” You watched Chan get up from the couch and lean down to grab one end of the table. “Help me move it. Have a push up contest instead.”

You sighed as you watched Chan and Jisung carry your table to safety, clearing a space on the carpet for an impromptu battle of the gym bros. Changbin was on the floor preparing himself before they’d even put it down safely in the kitchen. Your apartment was pretty small, you could just imagine tripping over it in the dark later when you inevitably forget the small glass table in the middle of your kitchen.

“You joining or what?” You hear Jisung ask Chan as they re-enter the living room.

“Yeah, may as well.”

Your boyfriend readjusts his position on the couch, pulling the blanket away so he can lean forward; likely preparing himself for more stirring.

“Why’d you do that? You wanna lose to two people now, Jisung?”

You laughed. Yep, more stirring. You watched Jisung getting more and more worked up. He looked between you and Minho.

“Fine, I’ll beat all three of you! You’re joining.”

Your boyfriend leaned back, spreading his legs and putting his hands behind his head.

“Nah, I'm good. I beat you last week.”

“Pussy. You just don’t wanna lose in front of your girlfriend.” Jisung smirked.

Minho dropped his hands from behind his head and brought them to rest on his thighs. He was silent as Jisung stared him down, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine. You get to lose to three people.”

Before rolling off the couch onto the carpet to join them he leaned over to kiss you on the cheek, “You can referee.”

5 minutes later Jisung was being held down by Changbin again while Minho and Chan celebrated around them, flexing their biceps and feeling themselves up. You watched as your boyfriend approached each member hands on each pec, attempting to get their attention. It wasn’t long ago Jisung probably would have beat him. You remembered when you first met how insecure he was about his body. When he discovered boxing and met Changbin they’d started going to the gym together practically every night. His body had transformed and he’d gained some confidence but you’d always notice him seeking praise. You watched him approach each of his friends obviously fishing for compliments.

You got up to get a drink, giving them all a moment for their testosterone levels to normalise and settle down. As you reached for the light after walking into the kitchen your shin collided with the glass table.

“Fuck!” You dropped to the floor, holding your shin and beginning to rock back and forth.

“What is it?! What happened?”

The lights flicked on and your boyfriend was crouching down beside you. You felt his hands in your hair, attempting to brush it away from your face.

“Are you okay? Did you stub your toe?”

“My shin.” You took your hands away from your leg. No blood. “It’ll be fine in a minute.”

He moved around to kneel in front of you, looking up into your eyes and smiling before leaning down and kissing your leg where the small mark was visible.

“Gross.” You looked up to see Jisung on the doorway, the others crowded behind him looking over his shoulders.

“Oh, fuck off,” Minho grumbled as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Move this table back while you’re at it.”

It wasn’t long after that Minho called it a night and you’d gone to shower while he showed his friends out. You found him in the kitchen a little while later, cleaning the dishes and humming to himself. You approached him slowly and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his back.

“I enjoyed spending time with your friends.”

“Did you really? I know they’re a lot.”

“I like them. Even when they’re a lot.”

“Not more than me though, right?”

He’d teased you once about liking Changbin more than him. He’d found out he’d taken you to give boxing a try. When you told your boyfriend he asked why you’d never gone with him. You told him the truth: he’d never asked. He was silent for a second then said, “Fair enough.” You thought it was all over and settled but when you turned away from him he grabbed you from behind, lifting you off the ground. He refused to put you down until you’d promised you liked him more than Changbin. When he eventually released you, he had a cheesy grin on his face.

You smiled at the memory. It seemed most of your memories were happy ones since you’d met him.

“I like you more than anyone.” You reassured him.

He put the last glass in the drying rack and turned around to face you.

“Really?” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah.” You looked down, feeling a little shy, before looking up into his eyes. “Come to bed and I'll show you.”

He picked you up, laughing as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to your room and dropped you on the bed before kissing you gently.

“Let me have a quick shower,” he pulled his shirt over his head, “and then you can show me how much you like me.”

You watched as he walked into the ensuite, tucking yourself under the covers and preparing to give yourself a pep talk. You weren’t very outgoing in any aspect of life, including in the bedroom. Minho was always praising you, making you feel comfortable and beautiful. You often wished you had the courage to do the same for him. You weren’t great with words, same as him. He seemed to manage to use them well enough when it came to praising you though. It felt like as soon as you two were alone, he had no problem making you feel loved with words. You were going to try, too. You’d make sure he knew.

The bathroom door opened and Minho walked out with a towel around his waist, hair still dripping onto his bare shoulders.

“You haven’t fallen asleep have you?”

You sat up and watched as he walked to the chest of drawers, fishing out a pair of boxers. A drop of water dripped from his hair and rolled between his shoulder blades… and then down his back. Just as you watched it disappear behind the towel around his waist, the towel was dropped to the floor. You trailed our eyes from his ass to his thick thighs. God you loved his thighs. Your ex-boyfriend was pretty good looking. But his thighs.. well they weren’t… thick. They were pretty thin really. You didn’t realise you minded much until you slept with Minho the first time. Even back then, before he’d got really into the gym his thighs had been beautiful. He’d pulled his jeans down and you’d short-circuited. So much so, that he’d asked you if you were alright, if you were sure you wanted to do this; you’d pushed him onto his back, climbed onto him and kissed him until he was convinced you did. You wanted him very much.

“Enjoying the view?”

You snapped your eyes back up to his. Maybe zoning out was another thing you had in common.

“Yes.”

He raised his eyebrows. He was expecting you to tell him to shut up, like you often did when he teased you. He crawled up the bed to where you were leaning against the pillows.

“Do you think I'm pretty?” He smirked.

"Yes. Very. I think… I think you’re the prettiest.”

“You’re being very nice to me tonight.” He pulled you around so he was leaning against the pillows, you in his lap. “What have I done to deserve it? Hm?” He leaned forward and kissed your neck softly. “Was it the push up competition?” His kisses trailed up your neck, to your jaw, making a path towards your lips. “Did winning make you proud?” His lips found yours, making you forget what he’d been saying. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling yourself closer to his body. He hummed into your mouth before pulling back.

“So it was that then?”

“What?”

He chuckled, “The push up contest.”

"Oh. No. I just… I'm showing you how much I like you, remember?” You played with the hair at the back of his head, unable to make eye contact.

“Does it make you shy? Being nice to me?” He wasn’t making fun of you but you couldn’t help being frustrated with yourself.

“You know I'm not good with words.”

“I know. You don’t have to use words.” His fingers under your chin lifted your gaze to his. “I know how much you love me.”

“But I want to show you.” Determined, you climbed off his lap. “Lay down.”

He studied your expression for a second before adjusting himself so he was laying down fully, head on the pillow. You climbed back onto him, sitting on his crotch so you could run your hands up and down his torso. He rested his hands on your hips, thumbs playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“Take these off for me. Let me see you.”

You pulled his hands off your hips. “Not yet, I want to look at you first.”

“You are looking at me.”

“I want to kiss you.”

“Okay, come here and kiss me then.” He went to grab you again and you pushed his hands away.

“No, kiss you… elsewhere.”

He raised an eyebrow. “...Elsewhere?”

“Everywhere else.” You leaned down and attached your mouth to his neck before he could respond. It was an easy place to start. He loved when you kissed his neck. Sometimes, when you were trying to get your way, like when he wanted curry and you wanted pizza, all it took was pulling him close and giving his neck a few soft kisses. Even now you could hear his breathing getting a little shallower. You let your lips rest on his skin, barely touching, just letting your breath tickle him.

“I want to kiss you everywhere… because you’re so beautiful… everywhere.” You paused and when he said nothing, you continued. “Your neck,” you kissed his skin. “Your ears…” You brought your lips to his ear. “Close your eyes.”

You pulled back to look at his face. It was easier to speak when he couldn't see you. You traced your fingers over his face, from his forehead, down his cheek, across his lips. Then you kissed his closed eyelids, his nose, then his lips. The second your lips touched his, you felt his hands grab you around the waist and you were flipped onto your back.

“Let me see you now.”

“No.” You looked up into his eyes. “I wasn’t done. Let me finish.”

“Why?”

“I’m trying to show you.”

He sighed and flopped back down onto his back next to you. “If I knew ‘showing me how much you like me’ meant I couldn’t see or touch you, I wouldn’t have encouraged it.”

"Shut up.” You climbed back over him.

“Oh, so you’re still in there then.”

“Shut up, pretty please.”

He grinned. “Okay, since you’re being so nice to me.” He put his hands behind his head. “Go ahead.”

So you did. Starting from his chest this time. You kissed each of his pecs a few times each, making a circle around each nipple. You imagined marking a line with kisses as you went. You took your time, you wanted him to feel how much each kiss meant. Around each nipple… between his pecs… down his abs… around his belly button… down to the waistband of his boxers. You shifted down the bed, taking the moment’s pause to listen to how his breathing had changed, his chest rising and falling much quicker than it had when you’d started. You were too afraid to look up at his face though, so you began again, at the hem of his boxers. His thighs. God, his thighs. You touched your lips to his skin, then slowly, you trailed kisses down one, feeling the muscles tighten and loosen as he clenched. Before you started the same treatment for the other thigh, you couldn’t help but tell him: “You know, when I first saw them, that was the first time I thought you were perfect.”

“Them?”

He hadn’t said anything in so long his voice startled you and you found yourself looking up at his face before you remembered you definitely were trying to not do that. Well, too late now. You were looking. And god, he was beautiful. His cheeks were flushed, his hands had moved from behind his head to grip the sheets by his side. His hands, you couldn’t forget those. Those were next. You looked back at his face.

“Your… your thighs.”

His mouth opened slightly. You quickly look back down. Restarting your mission. The left thigh this time. You got half way down before you felt his hand on your arm.

“Sweetheart?”

You looked up. He was sitting up.

“You can stop now. I want you now.” His hands moved to tug at the hem of your t-shirt. “Please.”

“But I haven’t finished.”

You let him pull your shit up over your head, sitting up in his lap so you could lift your arms up.

“I know, but you did so well. You’re so perfect.” He muttered, kissing you the moment your shirt was over your head.

“So are you,” you murmured, between kisses. “so, so perfect.”

You felt him smile. “You’re being so good for me…” his mouth went to your neck and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. “so sweet.” He pulled the shorts down over your ass. “Lift up for me.. hm? Good girl.”

“But I haven’t finished,” you repeated.

“What were you gonna do next?”

“Your hands.”

“My hands?” He lifted his left hand from your waist so he could inspect it. “They’re always calloused and bruised from the gym.”

“They’re beautiful.” You took his hand and lifted it to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm, then turning it so you could kiss each knuckle. “They’re strong, and beautiful and…” You’d been doing so well so far, you couldn’t really believe how much you’d managed to say to him.

“And..?”

"They make me feel nice.”

“Yeah? How?” He gathered your hair and brushed it behind your shoulders.

“When they… when you touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

His left hand was still in your grip. You hadn’t been able to look him in the eye—keeping your gaze fixed on his left hand as you traced patterns on his palm. He brought his fingers to your lips, touching them so lightly it almost tickled. You looked up at his face. His eyes were fixed on your mouth. He pushed the tip of his index finger between your lips pausing for a moment and then pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked. Feeling his calloused fingertip on your tongue.

“How about here? Do you like when I touch you here?” He breathed. You nodded, mouth occupied.

“So pretty,” He pushed his finger further in, “So sweet for me,” then out, “Hot little mouth” and in again. “All mine.” He was muttering now, like he didn't mind if you heard him or not. Then his finger was gone and you were on your back again. His mouth was on yours, holding himself up with one arm while the other worked to get his boxers off.

“Can I feel you now? You’ve done so well. Got me all hard for you, hm? So good.”

You felt like your brain had been switched off, all that progress to tell him how you felt with words. And now you’re brainless. You felt him kiss down your body, giving you the same treatment you’d given him but much faster, much more urgency in his movements. When he reached between your legs he sat back, his gaze fixed on your cunt. He brought his finger to trace from your clit, down to your entrance, “All wet for me…”, he pushed his finger into you. “Does it feel nice when I touch you here, too?” He was looking at your face now.

“Ye-yeah. So nice.”

“Yeah?” He pulled his finger away and wrapped his hand around his cock. “What about this?” He stroked himself, up and down slowly. “What if I touch you with this? Does my cock make you feel nice, too? You kissed me nearly everywhere, except here.”

You nodded, pushing yourself down the bed, attempting to get closer to him.

“You were being so good with your words before, honey. Where have they gone? Hm?”

“I want it. Minho, please.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cock..please..it makes me feel so nice… I.. I love it. Your hands, too. Your thighs… and your arms and .. and-”

"Shhh, shh, baby. It’s okay. You’ve been so good.” He brought his hand to your leg. “Bend your knees for me.” He pushed them back towards your chest so he could move closer before touching your cunt with the tip of his cock. He tapped it a few times, groaning as he did it. Then he fell forward pushing your legs back down so he could hover above you. He brought his lips to yours, being much rougher than he had all night, tongue in your mouth almost straight away. With one arm holding himself up, he used the other hand to guide himself through your folds. Grinding himself on you while he desperately kissed you until you were out of breath.

“Inside.”

“I know, baby. I’m just getting myself all ready for you yeah? You’re so wet for me… gotta get my cock all wet too, hm?”

He guided himself to your entrance and put his face in your neck as he pushed in, groaning as he went. “All mine.” He stayed still when he bottomed out and brought his hand up to hold you behind your neck. “Just suck me right in, so good.” He liked having a hold of you there when you were in this position. Sometimes he’d hold your hands on the bed beside your head, each of his gripping yours. When you were on top he would always hold your waist or hips, sometimes your ass. He always kept a grip on you somewhere.

He was moving now, slow and deep at first. You wrapped your legs around him. You pushed your fingers into his hair, his face was still buried in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses.

“You’re so perfect. You make me feel so good.” You were murmuring into his ear. “I love you. All of you.”

He was speeding up the more you spoke, his moans in your neck getting louder, encouraging you to continue. This was the bravest you’d felt all night.

“I love your thighs, so thick and strong and pretty, hm? The prettiest.” His arm moved from the back of your head, to your waist, pulling you into him even closer. “Your hands too, so pretty. I want them touching me all the time. When you aren’t here I just think about your hands, how much I miss them on me.” He was sucking on your neck now between moans. “Your cock, too. I love when you fill me up; like you are right now. So full. You know what I love most though? I love when you cum inside me. I love feeling full of you. Can you fill me up baby? Please?”

He lifted his head from your neck and attached his mouth to yours, moaning as he sped up. The sounds of him entering you filling the room. He was barely kissing you now, more like sharing your breath; panting into your mouth.

“You’re so good to me. Love you so much. Cum for me.. wanna feel you.” He reached down and circled your clit as he spoke. “Gonna show you how much I love you, just like you did for me. I promise. I’ll show you.” He sat back on his heels and pressed his palm on your lower stomach. “Go on, come around me. Cream all over my cock.” He pressed a little harder on your lower stomach and you threw your head back as you came. He pressed himself on top of you and thrust himself into you, mouth hovering over yours again.

“Good girl. Gonna give it all to you. You can take it all, yeah? Keep you so full. Promise, baby. So full.” You watched his face as he stilled, his cheeks flushed, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples. “So pretty.” You murmured. Then his face dropped into your neck again. You listened to his breathing. Heavy at first, then slowly returning to normal.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Hm? Do I believe what..” His voice was muffled. You pushed at him until he rolled over onto his back.

“That I like you most.”

He turned to look at you, then wrapped an arm and leg around you. “Yeah baby, I believe you. I like you most too.”

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