The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter fifty-one

smut/nsfw warning lol

"I have an exam tonight-,"

"I'll stop if you want."

"It's not that I want you to stop, it's just distracting."

"If I'm inconveniencing you, just let me know."

"Please, just-," I gasped as Minho took control of the situation and pulled down my pants to expose my cock, grabbing ahold of it beginning to stroke my shaft. "You are majorly inconveniencing me right now."

"But doesn't it feel so good?"

"Mmhm," I nodded my head breathlessly.

"I love seeing you squirm like this."

"Minho, that feels so good," I whimpered, melting into his touch as he quickened the pace.

"I thought you said it was distracting," Minho said, leaning upward and beginning to kiss the back of my neck. "I don't want to trouble you."

"I don't care anymore. Go faster."

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"I need it. You always take such good care of me," I moaned loudly between sentences, "Please don't stop. Fuck."

"Are you sure? You didn't sound convinced earlier," Minho closed my laptop for me with his free hand and placed it next to us, then grabbing the hand I'd been using to grip the bedsheet with and holding it.

"Please don't stop. Please don't fucking stop. It feels so good. Oh my fucking god-,"

"Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Mmhm," I moaned softly, nodding my head as I squeezed his hand. "Go faster. Please go faster."

"Do you want it?"

"Min-,"

I writhed and moaned in his lap as he sent me over the edge, my vision fading to black as pleasure overcame me.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked him breathlessly with a chuckle.

"I missed touching you," Minho said to me, "I missed seeing you like this."

I inhaled sharply, "A mess?"

Minho moved my bangs up and wiped the sweat from my forehead for me, kissing the sides of my neck, "Yeah."

I ran a hand through his hair and moved his head further toward the front of my neck, "Why's that?"

"You ask so many questions."

"Just tell me," I hummed.

"You look so perfect all of the time, the least I can do is mess you up a little bit," Minho said, standing up from his spot on the bead and walking around to sit in front of me. "Plus, I like making you squirm. You're like putty in my hands, I love it."

I leaned back on the pillows we had propped up, "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning you up, of course," Minho remarked, repositioning his body and beginning to lick up one of the trails of semen left on my leg from my orgasm.

I chuckled nervously as he made eye contact, "Holy fuck..."

"You taste good," Minho shrugged as he continued.

"Oh my god."

Minho swallowed what he'd gathered on his tongue and tilted his head up, "Mmm?"

"I-I-,"