The Mess We've Made | Minsung

chapter ninety-seven

• smut •

"Mmmm."

I looked over with a smile and put my phone to sleep, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

Minho stretched out on the bed, "Mmmmm."

I mocked him endearingly, "Mmmmm."

"How long have you been up for?" Minho asked, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around me. "I like the music, by the way."

I scrunched up some of the hair of his that I'd been playing with, "Fifteen minutes. I've just been on my phone."

"You should've waken me up," Minho pouted at me.

I set my phone down on the nightstand and wrapped my arms around him, "You look so cute when you sleep, I didn't want to disturb you."

"I want to spend time with my baby," Minho whined, wiggling his waist back and forth on the bed.

I squeezed my arms around him tighter, "You're precious. I'm right here."

Minho looked around with slow blinks and a small pout, registering his surroundings before looking up at me, "I love you."

"You're like a cat, you know that?"

"Mm?"

"You stretched like a cat just a minute or two ago and just now made the face of one too. You have feline features. You act like one for sure. Slow blinks, you come to me for affection, you're quiet, tsundere energy, you rub yourself on me whenever you're horny to get my attention like a cat in heat, scary around strangers, you like to lounge but you're energetic, and you're pretty much only nice to me."

"Are you implying that you're my owner?"

I met his eyes and toyed with him by grazing my thumb over his bottom lip, "I am if you want me to be."

Minho practically pounced on me, getting on top of me from underneath the blanket and kissing me lecherously. Hands wandering all over one another with chests undulating in response to the friction caused by the grinding of our hips, the blanket fell off the two of us.

I found myself to be shirtless by the time we'd paused, taking in the other's air with hardly parted lips. Dizzy with arousal and surely love-drunk, I kissed him once again without much regard to my own health taking into account that I hadn't fully caught my breath during the break we'd taken. I want nothing more than to feel the way that I do when I'm kissing him in every moment of every day.

"You can't just say something like that and not fuck me after," Minho purred in my ear.

"I never understood the nickname 'kitten' until now. I think I'm gonna have to start calling you that."

"And why's that?" Minho tilted his head slightly with a soft smirk.

"Considering how you just pounced on me like a cat and then purred in my ear like one, I'd say I'm right in my claim. You've also clawed me before, so. There's that."

"We can recreate the latter if you fuck me as hard as I need you to right now."

"Fucking hell," I grinned at him, flipping him over onto his back.

Minho took his shirt off and tossed it aside, "I don't think we've ever fucked after a nap before. This should be fun."

I trailed my kisses from his lips down to his neck and beyond, making my way down to his chest. When I reached his stomach, I untied the waistband of his grey sweatpants with my teeth and pulled them down for him. Minho grunted softly at this, grinning at me after and adjusting his legs accordingly in order to help me get them off all the way. I threw them to the side, reaching over to my nightstand and opening the drawer to grab out the lube. I set it aside and once again trailed my kisses from his stomach to his inner thigh. I took some of the skin into my mouth and sucked softly, meeting his eyes as I did so.