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You think there’s no hope, unless a real miracle happens.
It’s been at least more than an hour since you left the gym, got home, took a shower, and, just when you think you’re relaxed, you wonder if your friend has replied to your message. You look for your phone and realize it’s not there. You’ve completely forgotten it somewhere at the gym.
You panic slightly for a second. Your brother just gave you a brand-new model, and you were lazy enough to even set up a password or facial recognition. You’ve barely installed and transferred your information to the phone, that’s how absent-minded you’ve been lately.
You sigh. You think it’s your fault, but the knock on your door distracts you. Maybe real miracles do exist.
It’s Minho. You think it can’t get any worse. You’ve lost your cell phone, and now your older brother’s hot new friend shows up at your house unannounced. Just when you’re wearing your comfy clothes and your hair is still wet from the shower you just took. In short, you think you look your worst, while he stands there, carefree, the darkness of the night accompanying him in the background, dressed in his all-black sportswear, black cap, windbreaker jacket zipped up all the way to his neck, black shorts, and sneakers. Even in the simplest clothes, all you can see are his big, pretty eyes; he is still extremely handsome. And you always see him like this, dressed in sportswear, and when you’re lucky enough, and it’s a hot day, you see him in sleeveless shirts showing off his exquisite arms.
Minho doesn’t react when he sees you. He stands frozen, both hands in his jacket pockets. You, on the other hand, are embarrassed, confused as to why he would be there if your brother—and roommate— isn’t home right now. Because, of course, Minho appeared out of nowhere in your life, being your brother’s faithful running partner and, sometimes, gym buddy. You see him often, every time he and your brother feel like going for a run. Minho always shows up in your kitchen, nonchalant, covered in sweat and drinking water.
“Oh, Minho. Hi!” You still don’t know exactly what to say. Minho simply raises his eyebrows and bows slightly, without moving his lips an inch, but you read his gesture perfectly, wanting to ask if he can come in. You step away from the door and let him in without thinking. “Come in,” you whisper timidly.
Minho steps slightly into the hallway, stopping a couple of feet away as his gaze settles on you. You close the door, and the next thing you think is to ask him if he wants anything, if by chance he’s looking for your brother, who isn’t home… But you’re still struck by how strange and unexpected his visit seems. You saw him enter the gym just as you left, so you know he’s coming from there.
But before you can speak, you see how he takes your cell phone out of his jacket pocket, holds it loosely up to his face, and swings it gently. You recognize your phone case, and your lockscreen just activates for a brief second.
“Did you lose something?” he asks in a playful but somewhat monotonous tone.
You open your eyes in surprise and feel the tension in your body slowly fade away.
“You found it? Oh, thank you! I was just looking for it!” you say with genuine excitement, relieved to have one less thing to worry about.
And just as you reach out to take your cell phone, Minho quickly pulls it away from you, almost as if by reflex, and puts it back in his pocket.
“I didn’t think you were that absent-minded,” he says casually. “It only takes 5 minutes to set up your phone.”
Minho looks at you indifferently, perhaps as he always has since he met you, and simply turns around and walks further into your house. You look at him confused, certainly embarrassed that he played that game of putting something in front of you so he could snatch it away just as you were about to take it. Like two little kids.
You follow him, pretending that you know what his next move is and that you understand why he doesn’t just give you your cell phone back.
You nod apologetically, even though he can’t see you and continues walking calmly.
“Yes… I left it at the gym, didn’t I? I’m relieved you found it.”
But for Minho, it’s far from a relief. He already knew you liked him; he knew it since the moment you started avoiding him, getting subtly nervous every time he showed up at your house and when he tried to talk to you. And, Minho has to admit, he always loved that. He loves seeing how nervous you get, and above all, he loves the attention and teasing you around a little.
So, at first it was nothing, you were just the younger sister of the guy he trained and went running with… but as soon as he found himself thinking about you more and more and how he liked your attention… he noticed your little details and started to notice you, to pay attention to you in a different way.
But obviously, Minho would never let his interest show, or be mutual. At least not now. You’ve only known each other for a relatively short time, and you were still his friend’s younger sister, and he had to respect you. And he does, of course. But that respect is about to break. And he thinks it’s your fault.
Minho sighs quietly. He stops abruptly and turns to look at you. As soon as he sees you, he repeats to himself that if he’s going to do it, he should do it now. Bluntly. His body is already tense.
He just wants to provoke you and get more than just a reaction out of you.
You stop and look at him too. Minho subtly raises an eyebrow and simply blurts out, harshly and precisely, sure of what he is about to say:
“I had no idea you were so vulgar either.”
You look at him, clearly confused, your brow furrowed, a little offended, wondering if you heard him correctly. Vulgar?
“Excuse me?” you say in an uncertain whisper, still not understanding the situation.
He closes his mouth and hums in approval, nodding gently, waiting for you to explain. Reaffirming and confident in what he said. Completely unfazed by your reaction and seeing absolutely nothing wrong with what he said.
And of course, for Minho, it’s your fault. It’s your fault in the first place for not putting any kind of security on your phone, leaving it there forgotten in the gym so he could take it and seduce him to your home—of course, that way it’s easier to excuse himself for the incredible desire he also has for you—and, it’s your fault that your phone hasn’t stopped vibrating with messages from your best friend and that Minho got curious. At first, he doesn’t think much of it, but then he reads his name in one of the messages, so he opens the chat out of sheer curiosity. He didn’t plan on saying anything to you about it, and he would just give you your phone back, until he read everything you had said... that involved him.
Since you met him, you haven’t stopped practically drooling over him, and you express it very well in text messages to your friend Yoonah. At first, Minho feels flattered and gives a half-smile as he skims over the messages:
and you ran into minho at the gym?
did u talk to him? I want to see him in person
is he really that handsome?
I think it’s time for me to start accompanying u to the gym
But as his finger slides over the screen out of sheer curiosity, between short breaks he takes after finishing sets of his routine, he is completely perplexed. That’s where he finds the explicit messages and how very blunt you express yourself about him, saying absolutely all kinds of things you want to do to him, how much you fantasize about him, what you would like him to do to you, how you think he would do it to you... It was too much for Minho to process. First he reads how innocently nervous you feel that he has arrived at the gym... and one more quick search for his name and he finds you reciting erotic stories about him, talking in detail about his cock that you fantasize about seeing and pleasuring yourself with, about his arms manhandling you, about his voice and how sweetly raspy it would sound as he cums.
Your friend laughs at you, plays along, and calls you crazy. And Minho thinks you are. His eyes widen as he reads those messages, and his face flushes more, hotter than the light sweat already dripping from his red face because of his workout.
He stops reading the messages. He’s surprised, shocked... how can a sweet woman express herself so sexually about him? Minho continues his exercise routine and cardio, but he feels like he’s not doing it effectively. He can’t stop thinking about you and those messages.
Is that what you really want from him? For him to make you come so hard that you shake? To make you squirt? To make you cum and drown in his cock? Minho wonders with concern.
He leaves the gym earlier than usual and shortens his workout a little. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at first, but he simply heads to your house, walking in the direction he knows so well.
He can’t stop thinking about how you write without shame:
he’s so hot I just wanna kneel and suck him till my jaw locks tbh
I don’t think it would fit his cock it must be gigantic asf
you need to see it for yourself, yoonah
minho in those grey sweatpants🙏🙏 and hes soft??!! omg?? come over asap. have a sleepover with me so you can meet him in the morning
Minho knows that your brother isn’t home and that he has to return your cell phone; otherwise, you would be looking for it. But the closer he gets to your house, the more his thoughts are poisoned by the vulgar texts you’ve sent to your friend in the last few weeks since you met him.
He thinks it will be weird. That now he would see you differently, since he now knows you are a woman with needs—many, wild, desperate, rude, dirty... and all of them affecting Minho.
And as he continues walking, still haunted by those thoughts... his ego expands again. Do you really think all that about him? Are you that desperate to have sex with him? Would you really behave the way he read?
A not-so-innocent smile unconsciously spreads across his face. Minho has always known he is handsome... but he never believed he had such strong sex appeal for women... but you... he never believed those were the deep thoughts and feelings of girls. He thinks you’re a freak. In the best way possible. One, perhaps, he should admit, that is also quite beautiful and sexy.
The feeling of guilt fades away in him, as he felt guilty in a way for reading your messages and invading your privacy, at the same time that he discovered your intentions with him, and then that feeling is replaced by a warm desire to fulfill your fantasies. Why not?
And, as a final act of invasion of privacy, Minho checks your gallery, finding something that starts to turn him on and makes him make a rash decision. At first, you weren’t hiding anything. Screenshots, selfies of your pretty face, photos of food, places, with your friends... and among those, two months ago, photos of you in lingerie, posing sexy, very provocative. Minho admired the pics, and already turned on, he sent the photos to his phone. Just in case, for later.
But he can’t help but wonder, who the hell could you have sent them to? Right before you met Minho.
So, he thought that you weren’t dating anyone. Confirmed by you and your brother. You are a woman Minho is interested in, and now he knows very well the way you are interested in him... plus Minho loves to provoke you and hasn’t had sex in a while.
And that’s how he got there. With your cell phone in his pocket and a twisted, dirty, exciting game up his sleeve.
“Yeah,” he says, slowly approaching you. “Next time, put a password on your phone, kid. You don’t know what kind of guy might have found it... and could read all your texts about how much you want to suck my dick. What do you think they would think of you? You dirty slut.”
Minho lets it slip and expresses a certain cynicism, almost satisfaction, in saying it out loud. Still, he keeps a serious expression. You open your eyes in fear and feel your blood pressure drop. You’re embarrassed. Unable to think that he read all that... invading your private life.
You are even unable to form words. Your mouth opens, wanting to form them, but nothing comes out. Your brain short-circuits, you want to defend yourself, seriously, but you know exactly what he means. Did he read your conversations? Why the sudden... rude words to you? You hated that you liked it, and it made your body vibrate slightly... dirty slut.
Still, you blink in disbelief.
“Excuse me?” you gasp and frown, acting offended.
Minho raises his eyebrows and appreciates your reaction. It’s exactly how he imagined it, even better. You see his face—amused, with something between a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. That’s when you get serious. Somehow, that’s the only method of defense your body can think of.
“Are you going to give me my phone?” you say, trying to sound tough. But inside you’re dying of embarrassment, your body already tense with stress and shame.
You don’t think about feigning insanity, asking him breathlessly, “What?” in confusion, because you’re aware of what you’ve said. And you know you won’t get a clear answer from Minho. And that it’s something that would hardly come out of Minho’s mouth, the Minho you know. Besides, you know that would only fuel the already uncomfortable topic.
Even so, he doesn’t stop. He won’t. Since his gym routine, you’ve made him tense, as if to simply leave your house without getting anything, without giving you what you wanted so much. Besides, he was obviously already inevitable and extremely horny, his cock throbbing, trapped in his underwear.
“Oh, sure,” he moves closer; every step is more dangerous. “And please, set a password right now,” he says, sounding like both a warning and a challenge.
Minho takes your cell phone out of his pocket again, but pulls it away from you when you try to grab it abruptly and pathetically, to no avail. He holds it away from you so quickly, placing it almost behind his body, and your previous sudden movement brings you even closer to him, practically right up against him. Minho, on the other hand, lowered his gaze at that moment to take a closer look at you as well, and the distance between his mouth and chin, and your lips, almost makes him sigh, frustrated and anticipating… and achieves the unthinkable in him once again; his lower stomach burns with desire, and his already hard manhood teases him, reminding him that he is erect, aroused, and ready for action.
“But first, I want you to apologize for sexualizing people. I never thought you were such a vulgar pervert.”
He continues, his tone serious and sharp despite teasing you. He really wants to laugh inwardly, but he knows it’s getting serious, the tension is growing, and he’s incredibly horny to ignore. But, you’re unable to tell the difference or even notice it; you’re so embarrassed and in a slight state of panic. You feel dejected and humiliated.
You return to your normal posture, slightly startled when, for a brief moment, you looked up and saw the details of his chiseled, masculine face just inches from you. His cologne mingling with the scent of the mild detergent on his clothes, with a light mist of salty sweat from his earlier workout… you were so close that you backed away in panic.
You don’t know exactly how to handle this kind of situation. So you timidly and uncertainly say the first thing that comes to mind, defending yourself, clinging to what little dignity you think you have left.
“Why did you read my texts? Isn’t that an invasion of privacy?”
You swallow nervously as you hear Minho’s vibrant, mocking chuckle. He relaxes his expression as he moves closer to you, his hands clasped behind his back. He walks confidently, feeling just a step away from taking you and giving you what you want so badly… from finally being able to release his frustration and indulge in more than just a little pleasure with you. At the same time, he thinks about how ironic the situation is... you want to accuse him of invading your privacy when you were the one who started this, he thinks, expressing yourself openly and obscenely about him.
But the truth is, he can and is willing to make it even more obscene. He’s horny and in a good mood; he can fulfill your most intimate and dirty fantasies while he’s at it.
“And expressing explicitly about how you want to gag on my cock, the details of how you imagine it—isn’t that sexualization, baby?”
You manage to blush even more than you already are. You feel your blood pressure drop. For a moment, you hear a faint ringing in your ears. Is this real? Did you really just hear that?
You stand still, clenching your fists. You let him come closer to you, since there’s clearly something in his tone that you like and that drives you wild. He’s being gently rude to you, sarcastic, but above all, you’ve noticed he’s getting a little playful. Should you let the situation escalate and see where it takes you… or stop it right now?
Minho continues, his voice raspy, playful, his characteristic tone… you’re unable to process this moment. What did he really want? You feel confused… and if he just wants to tease you a little, you’d feel even more humiliated. As it is, the situation is already suffocating enough.
He leans toward your ear. His cheek brushes against your softly damp hair, fragrant with the clean scent of your shampoo and conditioner. You’ve never had him this close before.
“So? Aren’t you going to apologize? Maybe this is just the way perverts like you need to be corrected.”
The term itself is quite amusing to Minho, but nothing compares to your expression as he gently pulls away from you just to look at you—completely serious, eyes shining, your cheeks softly flushed, your body tense and feeling hot.
Neither of you should have been so turned on by the other’s actions—him seductively warning you so close to you, and, for him, your nervous expression. It has tickled a very specific and intimate part of you both.
“Y-you didn’t have to read my texts in the first place,” you try to defend yourself.
And reading your texts wasn’t the only thing he did. He also took the liberty of searching for the perfect photos of you—the ones he’d be jerking off to at night. The irony is that the pervert was clearly someone else. The images of you posing sensually in lingerie just won’t leave him alone.
He smiles, scoffing slightly just for the sheer, genuine pleasure of seeing you like this. He smiles at your futile attempt to defend yourself, at how frustrating the situation is for him—extremely aroused, deciding to continue his game until you can grasp the clear signal of just how much he desires you right now.
You, on the other hand, watch his every move closely—him putting your phone back in his pocket, him shifting in place, his big eyes focused on you, his attractive smile appearing on his face… you like Minho so much, but you’re so focused on the upper part of his body that you don’t have the slightest idea of the massive erection that’s becoming more visible at that moment. The very thing you fantasize about so much.
“Literally anyone could have seen it. Your phone has no security at all. You want to blame me now? After I came all the way here to give it to you. You should be grateful… anyone could have read what—”
You sigh and gather the courage to interrupt him. You think that’s how you’ll finally get out of this situation. But it’s hard for you; you have to swallow your pride, accept the humiliation… live your life knowing that you might keep seeing him at home, with your brother, and that Minho himself knows how much you fantasize about him. There really wasn’t a worse humiliation than that for you right now.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for saying that about you, Minho,” you blurted out suddenly, impulsively.
He raises his eyebrows, surprised. You just want to get out of this situation… but you refuse to degrade yourself any further than you already have. Yes, your crush now knows just how bluntly you’ve spoken about him.
The resignation in your gaze simply dampens Minho’s spirits a little, making him think you’ve given up on the idea of having sex with him, but Minho doesn’t want to let the opportunity slip away, not now. Not when he needs you the most, just when he’s already at the peak of his arousal.
“Do you admit it was your mistake? That it was wrong to say all those things...?” he keeps talking, his voice deep and sensual, but you’re too embarrassed to even notice, so you just look down and nod in agreement—until he catches you off guard. “That you’ve been acting like a total dirty slut by writing those things? You really think that about me, huh? That my dick is big and that you’d actually have a really good time with me? Want to find out?”
You’re stunned. First, when you hear him call you that again, but each question surprises you more and more. You slowly look up and realize he’s moved closer to you again. Your eyes slowly trace his calves, exposed by his shorts, his thighs, and finally you notice a very large and significant detail: his erection. For some reason, you swallow hard—a reflex, perhaps, or out of nerves or surprise. You wonder if he’s been aroused this whole time, while talking to you… and what exactly caused it, because of what he read? Humiliating you? This was genuinely because of you.
You can’t believe how far you’ve come, but you can’t stop studying his masculinity in awe, visible through the fabric, subtly covered by the edges of his jacket. Finally, you look up at his face and see in his expression a kind of smirk you’ve never seen on him before, a mix of gleam and darkness in his eyes. You’re speechless. But it’s obvious what he wants; you just can’t accept that it was that easy, that random.
This is the moment for both of you. He knows how speechless you’ve been, but he finds it amusing… yet frustrating at the same time; he can’t wait any longer. His member has been as hard as a rock for long enough, so he simply orders you, imperatively and sharply:
“Get on your knees, now. And find out for yourself.”
You bow your head slightly out of sheer confusion, and your body temperature rises again; the shame and heat are evident in you, but you don’t see a shred of remorse or any change in him.
“Come on, do it now. Before I change my mind and decide otherwise.”
He warns you, but you feel unable to move; still, you end up obeying him, not wanting to overthink the situation.
Minho places his right hand on top of your head as soon as you kneel before him. You know exactly what he expects, so you look at his erection in front of you and then look up at him. Your heart races, adrenaline and anxiety surge through your system, making the situation feel genuinely real as you feel the weight of his hand on your head.
He grows gently impatient, since everything about him can already predict and sense in advance what he wants so badly from you at that moment.
His hand moves from your hair to your chin, lifting it with gentle force. Your hands are clasped together, nervous, not touching a single inch of him—yet.
So he guides you, trying to hide his heavy breathing with a subtly ragged sigh. His attractive nostrils flare, showing clear signs of struggle, and that’s all it takes to turn you on immediately. He stares at you intently from that alluring angle above you. And, so far, that’s the best you’ve ever experienced. The image of Minho that, until recently, existed only in your fantasies.
“I want you to do exactly what you kept writing in those messages to that other little slut of a friend of yours. Do it, now. How you were going to suck my dick and blow my mind with your incredible skills. Isn’t that right? You’re so sure of yourself, huh, you bratty slut?”
His voice is slow, sensual, and demanding. Your body goes limp; every sense within you begins to stir, to arouse, and the gentle, but rough tug on your hair after he finishes giving that command draws a soft gasp from you—a reaction that triggers his very vivid sex. It all seemed so unreal.
Your hands are trembling. Your gaze returns to the main attraction of the sexual act unfolding before you. Desire, excitement, and nerves get the better of you, causing those shaky hands to reach for the waistband of his shorts, and Minho notices. He smiles, amused, and doesn’t hesitate to tease you about it.
“Unbelievable. Are you suddenly going to act this shy? You didn’t used to be so bold and slutty about how much you needed my cock in your mouth, huh?”
You swallow nervously. Your femininity doesn’t take long to react. Impatience gets the upper hand; his abrupt and slightly humiliating comment makes you flush and triggers the impulsiveness to yank his shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. And that’s when his cock finally springs out, hard, erect, not yet stimulated, so it throbs in anticipation.
You sigh and gasp at the same time. You blink rapidly, trying to process the image of his rigid shaft in front of you. And that’s how you’ll simply start sucking Minho off right in the middle of your living room, on just any ordinary night.
Minho groaned. He’d been waiting for this moment for quite a while, and if you do it with dedication, maybe he could cum sooner than expected.
Even so, you try to act brave, but the slight tremor in your hands tells a different story; you’re so turned on and nervous that you don’t know how to act properly in the face of this big moment you’ve always wanted. Still, you take his cock as he holds back a moan. His stiff member settles into your hands, quivering with pleasure at the warmth of your skin. Minho is... big; his cock is long and thick, his veins bulging, even without being touched at all, his reddish-mauve tip glistening in precum drops, looking so appetizing to your eager eyes—which also gleam with excitement... Now you’re not entirely sure if he will fit.
Minho does notice your gleaming eyes, and as if reading your mind, he says in a smug tone:
“Do you like it, honey? Is it everything you imagined, sweetheart? Tell me what it’s like, tell me how you’re going to use it...”
His comment makes your nipples harden and sends waves of excitement that ripple through your untouched clit. That’s how magically and simply he works on you.
And you have to admit it’s better than you ever fantasized. The very image of it, of him, is so sensual, dirty, and provocative.
Minho pulls your hair tightly into a ponytail, pushing your face toward his cock, making it press against your lips. You know exactly what to do, and with a hot, gasping sigh, you shyly open your mouth, savoring his glans, tracing every part of his shape.
“Oh, fuck... you’re already using your tongue... keep it up, baby. Shit.”
He closes his eyes tightly, stifling his moans, throwing his head back, and slowly losing his mind. He never thought he’d end up like this—getting his cock sucked after a regular night out from the gym—but there he was, gripping your hair tightly, pushing you impatiently so you’d take his cock all the way into your mouth already.
However, you take your time... and thoughts of whether or not it will fit in your mouth dominate your mind; meanwhile, you kiss his erection and, feeling increasingly confident thanks to Minho’s passionate and positive reaction of obvious pleasure, you begin to do your thing, lubricating his cock with your tongue, looking him in the eyes, but the edge of his jacket gently brushes against your face every time you get close to lick his base. These are details... that make you hotter and more eager and awaken a curiosity within you... the curiosity that he’d take off that pesky jacket so you could have a little more of his skin.
You continue, tracing every inch of his throbbing, thick manhood, not missing a single detail or part, stimulating him from his sensitive balls to his flushed tip. And Minho watches you do it while frowning; he’s genuinely surprised by the pornographic sight of your lips around his most intimate parts, surprised by your sudden boldness. He’s speechless for now and savors the moment.
And the moment of truth arrives, because your aroused self can’t wait any longer.
His massive cock stands thick and heavy before your lips, veins pulsing along its impressive length, the swollen head already glistening, flushed and stimulated, ready for action.
You look up at him with hungry eyes, and he simply approves siently with heavy breathing. Then you lean in, your soft tongue tracing a slow, teasing circle around the tip before you part your lips and take him into your warm, wet mouth. The sheer size stretches your jaw deliciously as you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue along the underside, savoring his salty, masculine taste.
A low groan escapes from his lips as his abs twitch in pleasure and tugs your scalp, while you start bobbing your head, taking more with each eager stroke, your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit, while saliva drips down your chin already. You moan around his throbbing length, the vibrations making him twitch against your tongue, lost in the filthy pleasure and the now engraved image of you, sweetly struggling to stuff your mouth with his cock.
“You suck so well, my pretty little whore. Mmm, keep it up,” he moans, biting his lip, not wanting to miss a single detail of your lips wrapped around his cock.
You’ve genuinely never felt this much pleasure from sucking a cock, even if you’re struggling, already tearing up.
Minho writhes gently with ecstasy, rocking his hips and thrusting softly into you. The room is filled with heated, lustful gasps and the vulgar sound of your mouth giving him a blowjob.
He’s so overwhelmed by the intense sensations that, amidst his clouded judgment, a rather mischievous idea occurs to him—simply for the sheer pleasure of controlling and possessing you even more, since he’s realized he’s losing control in the face of such overwhelming joy.
One of his hands releases its grip on your hair, and in a swift motion, you watch as he pulls your phone out of his pocket. Without another word, the camera pans across your face, capturing every motion of your mouth in his shaft, every sound and messy detail of the sexual act. You don’t stop, but your ears turn genuinely red as you feel gently humiliated—yet aroused—by being recorded in a moment as dirty and intimate as the one you’re experiencing.
“I want you to keep this video. I want you to remember just how much of a slut you can be. Look at yourself—you can’t stop sucking my dick, huh?”
A smile spreads across his face, and you realize he might be right—you can’t stop doing it; your mouth has grown accustomed to its warm girth. But when you get a little tired, you pull him out of your mouth and stroke him, though that’s not what he wanted to capture on video right now.
“Ah, ah. I didn’t say to stop. Use your mouth again… now I want to see how well you use your throat. Open wide. Get it ready for me.”
He orders, pushing your head back down, forcing you to do it now. You blink in confusion, but you let him guide you… because deep down, the idea sounds so damn hot.
Minho’s heart races; the thought ignites every inch of him, sparking that rush of adrenaline.
His throbbing cock slides back inside your mouth, but this time it feels completely different.
You gasp as his strong hand suddenly grips the back of your head, fingers tangling roughly in your hair, and without warning, he thrusts his hips forward, forcing his thick cock deeper into your mouth.
The massive head pushes past your gag reflex, stretching your throat wide as he buries himself to the hilt, your nose pressed flush against his pelvis. Your eyes water instantly, throat fluttering around his throbbing length while he holds you there, growling in pleasure at the tight, wet heat.
Then he starts fucking your throat with raw, powerful strokes, just like that, leaving you helplessly horny, pulling back just enough for you to choke in a desperate breath before slamming back down, using your throat like a toy. Saliva spills messily down your chin and onto your chest with every brutal thrust, your muffled moans vibrating around him as he claims your mouth completely.
You whimper, digging your nails into his thighs, but you know he won’t stop.
“You can take it, slut, come on, I know you can. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? While you were talking all that big, bragging about how brave you are? Is this all what your filthy mouth can handle?”
Minho records a brief moment of you choking on his cock, until, with a trembling hand, he ends the video, puts your phone back in his pocket, and focuses his other hand on you, since he knows that fucking your throat requires both of his hands tangled in your hair, above your head.
You last a few moments, just like him. The tightness of your throat, the vibration of your moans are pleasantly suffocating, so when he’s close to his orgasm, Minho pulls his cock out of you, strokes it roughly while growling loudly, and finally cums vigorously on your face, right on your left cheek as your flushed face gasps for air.
It’s been intense.
He looks at your sweet face, covered in his cum.
You’re both breathless, agitated, ecstatic; your pussy throbs hard, craving even more.
He looks down, and something in his big eyes softens, though he remains mischievous.
“Stand up,” he orders.
You’re still processing the situation, but in a clumsy attempt, you stand in front of him while you shyly wipe his semen from your face.
“You want me to touch you now, huh?” he whispers seductively.
Minho moves dangerously close to you again and suddenly grabs your ass hard. You’re so sensitive and aroused that you gasp at his touch and nod uselessly and energetically, hoping that what comes next for you two is finally fucking.
Your skin prickles; you can feel him so close, and your panties are already soaked. But then he does something unpredictable again. He laughs mockingly and quickly pulls up his underwear and shorts.
“Maybe next time, you little pervert. This will be a lesson for perverts like you.”