So Good🤤🤤

So good🤤🤤

let me see you

a/n: just you watching minho jerk himself off. <1k. SMUT - MINORS DNI

it’s a game the two of you play - riling each other up and pushing the other out of their comfort zone, always testing the limits in a way that leaves the both of you feeling out of control in the best possible way. 

you of course had days where you’d fall into each other’s arms and fuck slow and sweet, whispering declarations of love into each others’ ears. you had days where you both fell asleep tangled together on the couch, warm and fully clothed and comfortable just being near each other. there’s days where you have to spend them apart, him traveling or you visiting your family, and you’d fall asleep to the sound of each other’s slow breathing over the phone. 

this was not one of those days. 

this was a day where you won the unspoken game, you got the upper hand, you’re calling the shots. a day where you can do whatever you want with him, have him do whatever you wanted him to do with you, soft and pliant under you as he holds on to your every word. 

except, you didn’t want that. what you wanted was the image of him in front of you as he is right now, fully stripped and naked and vulnerable on the bed with you standing at the foot of it, clothed and so, so turned on. he had taken off his clothes in record time, flopping on the bed as he eagerly stared at you, waiting for you to touch him. 

“touch yourself,” you say instead of doing that. he looks at you with his eyes wide in shock while his cock twitches a little at your command. it’s hard and flushed against his stomach, has been since before you even made it to the room. you raise an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t move, as threatening as you can manage while admiring the smooth planes and curves of his body. 

“really?” he says, voice incredulous as his hand travels tentatively down his body, stopping a hair's breadth from his swollen cock. you nod, a breath escaping you as his hand finally fists his cock and his head angles back against the pillows. 

“look at me,” you say sharply, gripping one of his ankles, the only part of him that you’re going to touch for a while. he tilts his head back down, slightly kiltered off to the side as he slowly strokes himself. his eyes are hooded and dark, and he takes in a sharp breath when he curves his wrist a bit. 

you squeeze his ankle, tightening your fingers around his skin, and he speeds up without you having to ask. good boy, you don’t say out loud. he doesn’t need it, or deserve it, not yet. 

he bites his lip as he works himself, his chest and neck flushing red as his breaths turn shallow and quick. his cock looks so pretty in his hand, his graceful fingers curving around himself so well as he jerks himself off with a familiarity only he can have. no matter how hard you try, you’re never going to know his body as well as he does, and it’s worth it just for moments like this where you see sides of him you can’t pull out of him yourself. 

“let me hear you,” you breathe out when you see him biting his lip to hold back a moan. you’re almost as out of breath as he is just from watching him, he looks gorgeous laid out in front of you like this. he lets out a drawn out groan, tapering into a whimper when your hand trails up a bit to stroke his calf. you’re leaned over him now, watching his hand intently, your eyes don’t stray other than to look into his own. 

he’s letting out harsh pants in between moans as his hand loses it’s rhythm, little ah-ah-ah’s escaping his plush lips; he’s close, and you can’t stop yourself from climbing over him as his face contorts in pleasure. you kiss him, taking advantage of the way his mouth is slack and open by dipping your tongue inside, sliding along his teeth before pulling away. 

“come for me,” you say against his lips, smiling when he chokes out a cry and his entire body tenses, thighs trembling. he arches up into his hand as he releases onto his stomach, his body following your command like he’s possessed. you keep your eyes on his and he doesn’t look away, not even to blink as a haze takes over and he’s left dazed and slumped into the bed underneath you. 

you look down to see his cum painting his stomach and you slide your finger through it, marveling at how he coats your skin. you bring it to his mouth and he opens obediently, sucking the digit in and hallowing his cheeks as he continues to stare at you with half lidded eyes. 

he’s perfect. 

“my good boy,” you marvel, eyes fond as you smile at him before settling against his side, your cheek squished to his shoulder. 

“clean?” he asks, voice soft and brow furrowed. 

“later,” you hum against him. 

“mmkay,” he says, eyes slipping closed as he drifts off.