#mino:smut

[winnersmut]

[9:10] the way minho’s lips moved against yours was intoxicating. his hands gripped your hips as he moved you against him, your own tangling in his hair.

he suddenly pulled away, “slow down, baby, i’m not giving you my cock anytime soon. now, why don’t you show me how bad you want it and get off right there on my thigh?”

you knew what that meant, and you were eager to see how it would turn out. the room felt forty degrees hotter as you guided your soaked core over his bare thigh, smiling shyly as his hold on you tightened.

once you found a perfect pace, rolling your hips forward somewhat desperately, you felt minho rut against your thigh that was conveniently in- between his legs. you whimpered as you gazed down to where he grinded against you, just like you were doing to him, “this is… so hot.”

he didn’t say anything, a slow groan leaving his lips instead while he flexed his thigh beneath you. the moans and whines you let out had him wanting to pin you down and fuck you until you were screaming, which he fully intended to do, but not before both of you came like this first.

thigh riding for anon

[winnersmut]

[1:55] it was overwhelming, the feeling of minho leisurely rolling his hips into yours, “who do you belong to, babygirl?” he asked, his lips brushing against your shoulder, “who makes you feel this good?”

you could hardly think straight, let alone form a sensical answer. the pillow beneath your hips granted the perfect angle, not only for the tip of his cock to rub against your g-spot with every thrust but to keep his cum inside of you after he releases. “y-you, minho, only you… please!”

two of his fingers trailed along the valley of your breasts and across the soft skin of your tummy, “what do you think, princess? you want me to come inside? fill you up, put my babies inside of you so that everyone knows you’re mine,” he pecked your lips, “and i’m yours.”

impreg king w/ mino for anon

[winnersmut]

[9:18] “isn’t this what you wanted, babyboy?”

minho whimpered, his sweaty skin beginning to stick to the leather interior of the backseat. this was exactly what he wanted; he hadn’t spent all day teasing you for no reason.

“y-yes… more, please.” he whimpered beneath you. he had already came once, the evidence painted across his stomach in white ribbons. it was amazing to see him like this, his eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back, so eager to cum again.

you sped up your pace, lifting yourself off of his cock almost completely before sinking back onto it. he’d been so patient, but the closer you got, the harder it was for him to hold back; the way you contracted around him whenever his tip hit your spot just right was driving him so insane.

“f-fuc— i’m c-cumming!” he cried out, gripping your hips so tight that you knew there’d be bruises there the next day. a shiver rolled down your spine at the familiar warmth of his release inside of you, making a mess of your thighs each time you moved on him.

minho squirmed from the overstimulation, tears starting to run down his flushed cheeks. he loved this, he loved every moment — there was just something so sexy about the way you took control over him, reducing him to nothing but a shaking mess. finally, you came around him, digging your nails into his chest.

“fuck, that was so hot,” he groaned, pulling you into his chest. it was an awkward, tangled, and sticky mess of limbs but minho wasn’t worried about that, “when can we do it again?”

sub!mino + car sex for anons

[winnersmut]

who’s the boss

it had been an unnecessarily stressful day at work. for the most part, it wasn’t too busy, but your coworkers made everything more difficult than it had to be.

about two weeks ago, you started working as an innovation data intern. the tasks were never too much to handle, but everyone you worked with were assholes.

you would graciously pitch an idea that nobody would agree on, but the next person to rearrange your words and pitch the same idea was a genius! not to mention they were plain rude. they never respected your workspace and always took your supplies without permission, usually never returning them.

you had expected to work in an office would fun like on the television shows but life hit you hard.

by the time you got off, you were more than ready to return home to your boyfriend. he was always there to listen to your rants.

stepping into your apartment, you slid your shoes off and hung your jacket on the coat rack, smiling as you heard music playing down the hall. that had become a natural occurrence; whenever minho was busy working on something, the music would help him concentrate.

quietly shuffling into his art studio, you watched as he focused on tracing an image. slowly, you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his back.

he grinned down at your hand before grabbing and pressing a small peck against it. you smile against him before letting go, moving to sit on a couch that was pushed against the wall.

“how was work?” he asked, not taking his eyes off his artwork.

sighing deeply, you prepared to unload everything you’ve had built up. you started off by explaining how you politely greeted everyone this morning with coffee whereas no one bothered to thank you, followed by how objects off your desk are disappearing, to how everyone steals your ideas.

by the time you finished speaking, you glanced over to see why minho wasn’t responding. simply put, he wasn’t paying attention.

“minho?” you called out, “are you listening?”

“mmm,” he hummed, “go on.”

nodding slowly, you continued, “i treat these people so well. give respect to get respect, right? you’d expect them to act a little more professional, you know? m-minho are you listening to me?”

looking over and noticing that his facial expressions never faltered, you frowned. he was ignoring you.

“i’ve had one of the worst days ever and my boyfriend decides not to pay attention to me when i need comfort?” you sigh dramatically.

turning to face you, minho rolled his eyes, “y/n, you see i’m busy… of all times to run your mouth, why now?”

“run my mouth?” you chuckled, watching as he quickly shook his head to defend himself, “no, i’ll go since having one conversation with me is such a problem.” 

“wait-”

exiting the room quickly, you slammed the door shut. standing there for a moment, you wondered if he’d follow after you to apologize. yet, that never happened. taking a deep sigh you proceeded to your room. 

the bedroom was, of course, a mess. minho never cleaned up after himself. after throwing a few stray pieces of clothing that had littered the floor in the laundry basket in the corner of the room, you turned to rummage through your dresser, eager to change out of your uncomfortable work clothes.

the only light in the room came from a slit between the sagging curtains at the window, barely enough for you to make anything out yet you managed to make it to your bed, stretching out across the center of the bed.

you shut your eyes, willing the stress of the day to just melt away. you wished that when you returned to work the next day, everything would change; that your coworkers would be more lenient and mindful.

“hey..”

opening your eyes, you stared up at the ceiling, feeling your annoyance rise in your chest. listening as minho shuffled around, you closed your eyes again, taking a deep breath. 

the bed shifted and soon enough minho sat perched on his knees while grasping yours. 

“open wide,” he spoke lightly, a grin obviously on his face, as he shook your legs in attempts to pry them open.

simply complying, you spread them so that he could make himself comfortable, placing his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. you could never hold your attitude with him for very long, wrapping your arms around him with a sigh as he chuckled.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day at work,” he mumbled, his breath tickling your skin, “do i have to go and teach them a lesson?”

“no,” you giggled, running your fingers through his blonde hair, “i just need to figure out if this job is really what i want.”

minho hummed in agreement, nodding before peering up at you, “you know, you don’t have to work, y/n… i can support you.”

“no way!” you exclaimed, playfully flicking his forehead, “i’d never ask you to do that for me, and i’d never allow it.” 

he smiled, nuzzling against your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist. it was serene for a few moments… until a sudden succession of shrill rings cut the silence. you jumped, startled by the sudden noise, peering over at your phone.

“it’s my boss,” you spoke, voice barely above a whisper, “i have to answer it.”

minho sighed, sitting up but not loosening his grip on your thighs, impatiently waiting for the call to end.

“hello, mr. kim? is something wrong?”

you shot a glare at minho as he sighed again, much louder than the last time.

“everything is wrong!” your boss screamed over the line, “files are missing, y/n, important documents and it’s your fault.”

“mr. kim, you have to be mistaking me for someone else-”

“hang up.” minho deadpanned, tightening his hold. you ignored him as you listened to the absurd complaints that your boss threw your way. gazing up, you noticed minho staring at you with his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“what did i say?”

“this is my boss!” you whisper yelled, covering the speaker of the phone.

“yeah? well, i’m your boss now, so do what i say.” he growled impatiently. without a second thought, you hung up, timidly gazing up at your querulous lover who hovered just inches above you, his dark eyes burning into yours.

“when i ask you to do something, i expect you to do it,” he mumbled, “do you understand?”

offering nothing more than a small nod, you lean forward to close the small gap between your lips with a heated kiss. you bite and pull on his lip and he moans softly, immediately opening his mouth up to you. whimpering at his familiar taste, you tangled your tongue with his, pushing him back so that you can straddle him.

minho groans at the feeling of you pressed against his erection, his hands eagerly tugging at your top. you break the kiss long enough to pull the fabric over your head before molding your lips back against his. he threw you off completely when he flipped you over so that he was back on top, his smirk never leaving his lips.

“just relax,” he purred against you, “leave it to me, baby.”

he smiles softly, cupping your breasts, the pads of his thumbs rubbing over you nipples. he always loved the sounds you made, your soft gasps and moans are what keep him going.

he bites his lip, sitting up to yank his own shirt off. your fingers delicately trace up and down his torso and he shivers, gently rolling his hips into yours.

you fumble with his jeans before you finally popped them open, tugging them down along with his boxers. he returns the favor, slowly dragging your panties down your legs. he’s still for a moment, ignoring your silent pleas for him to do something as he watched you with admiration in his eyes.

slowly trailing his fingers around your wet opening, he muttered a quick, "so wet for me, baby.." before his cold fingers into your warm center. minho smiles at the soft noises that come from you, your hands gripping the comforter. leaning down, he presses wet kisses down your thigh, all the way to your swollen clit.

his tongue moves against you perfectly, well trained after all the years you two had spent together. when your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging softly, he couldn’t help but groan against you, sending vibrations to the best parts of you. more whimpers come from you and he sucks a bit harder, his fingers curling.

just as you're about to cum, he pulls away.

“how do you want to do this?” he asked, ignoring your desperate whines.

“can i be on top?” you ask, breathlessly, wriggling beneath him. he nods, flopping down beside you. you straddle him to the bed and slowly slide onto him with a loud moan. he groans on your name, his hands gripping your hips. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly sink down on him, a chorus of your moans mingling in the thick air.

minho’s eyes are glued where you’re connected, watching intently as you sped up your movements against him.

"fuck, baby.." he groans out as your nails dig into his chest and you increase your speed.

you couldn’t restrain from muttering his name over and over again. once his fingers find your swollen clit, you know you won’t last much longer.

"m-minho!" you cry out, encouraging him to thrust up into you, your moans turning into screams.

"fuck, y/n… fucking cum." minho growls, and you hastily oblige. he cums a few thrusts later, his hands on your hips continuing to pull you against him until neither of you can handle the stimulation.

you grinned, pressing a chaste kiss against his swollen lips. he smiled, running his fingers through your hair as you laid your head against his chest.

“don’t forget who’s the boss.”

[winnersmut]

[ 9:54 ] minho’s fingers laced with your own as his thrusts somehow sped up, each roll of his hips bringing you that much closer to euphoria.

“please, minho,” you whined, and he resisted the urge to whimper at the feeling of your walls contracting desperately around him. “let me cum, please!”

he tsked, pulling out of you and smirking at the disappointed cries that left your swollen lips as he denied you for the fourth time that night, “bad girls don’t get to cum, remember, baby?”

[winnersmut]

[ 7:37 ] with your back pressed against jinwoo’s chest, you had the perfect view of seunghoon between your legs, his fingers utterly ruthless as they curled inside your soaking core. minho pressed open mouth kisses to your chest, while seungyoon sat on the edge of the bed, his own digits rubbing hard circles on your clit.

“you’re doing so good, kitten,” minho praised. seunghoon nodded in agreement, pulling his fingers out of you and up to his mouth to suck them clean. beside you, seungyoon started tugging down his boxers. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him until he replaced hoony in front of you, pressing the tip of his cock into you.

now with yoon thrusting into you at a merciless pace, you motioned for minho to pull off his underwear, too. he happily obliged, eager to finally have you - whether it be your hand or mouth - wrapped around him. glancing up at him, you weren’t surprised to see him pulling seunghoon in for a kiss.

“baby,” jinwoo mumbled against your shoulder, “can i join in too?” he lightly tapped your ass.

you nodded, desperately eager to please all of them. you were in for a long night… not that you minded.

[winnersmut]

[10:02] you were never surprised when minho came tumbling in through your window past curfew anymore. your parents, though, had no idea — and you intended to keep it that way.

“be quiet!” you reminded him, quickly pulling your mouth off of him, “the last thing i need is my parents coming in to see me sucking you off.”

he smirked, tightening his grip on your hair, “but you look so pretty like that, baby.”

rolling your eyes, you leaned in to peck his lips before kissing down his tattooed chest and back to where you had just been. the tip of his cock was red and leaking, and he gasped when you gave him another kitten lick. you smiled to yourself, leaning back in to take him into your mouth when all of a sudden you were looking at the ceiling.

minho appeared above you, grinning wickedly. you both never stayed in one position for long, not with his abundant amount of energy. his pink lips ghosted across your jaw as his fingers worked on pulling up your - his - shirt, “you’re beautiful.” he whispered, sitting back to admire your newly exposed skin.

before you could even blink he was between your legs, tongue pressing against your small bundle of nerves. you but your lip; he knew exactly how to drive you wild, “remember to keep quiet, babygirl.”