strawberry shortcake

*11. all mine

"I need a dick." Minho looked up from his food at the familiar voice, his mood dropping instantly at the sight of Han coming towards him.

Minho's eyes met Changbin's who only gave him a pitiful look and silently left with his plate.

"Yah! Don't leave me here!" Seungmin screeched in panic, running after Changbin. That left Minho alone with their boss.

Everyone could sense the negative energy radiating from their boss and none of them wanted to make it worse by their presence. Even Minho was scared of what could go wrong. It wouldn't be the first time if Han hit him.

"Chop chop, undress, fuck me," Han loosened his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt as he walked closer to Minho who was still rather in shock watching the other undress before him.

"Minho, bunny, I do not want to threaten you, so just do as I say, hm? You know how it works." Jisung took Minho by his waist and swept him off the chair. He was frustrated from all the preparations for his upcoming meetings, he just needed some relief.

"H-here? Anyone could come at any moment," Minho choked out as Han's fingers worked on pulling down his sweatpants together with his boxers.

"Their problem." Jisung shrugged, pulling Minho behind him to the couch, where he sat him down and kneeled before him on a pillow. "You can fuck my mouth if you wanna." 

Minho blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't hearing things, but he didn't really have the time to think about it as Han's plump lips wrapped around him.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and a lewd sound escaped his lips at the sudden pleasure and warmth that embraced him.

Jisung watched in anticipation, secretly loving every reaction that he got from the latter. He liked being praised, even if it was in the form of seeing the pleasure he was giving.

He gripped Minho's thighs, digging the tips of his fingers into the soft flesh under his hands as he focused on doing his best.

The worries of his everyday life left his mind and were replaced only by the lewd sounds that escaped Minho's lips. He loved how vocal his new toy was, even though Minho got embarrassed and shy very quickly he knew how to be loud.

"F-fuck- I'm close-" Jisung pulled away, not giving Minho the pleasure so soon. He stood up from the ground while Minho watched him, still out of breath. His cheeks flushed red as Han climbed on top of him and lowered his head into his neck that was already covered in purple bruises.

It was a week since Minho's first night at the mansion, yet he still wasn't used to his new life. It was just too much for his mental health that was getting worse and worse with every passing day.

Minho closed his eyes, soft pants leaving his lips as Han left new marks on the side of his neck. It did feel good, but it also felt incredibly wrong and he felt dirty every time after he let Han touch him. Not only for letting it happen so easily, but for causing the latter pain.

Even though Han seemed to like it rough sometimes, it was obvious that he was feeling more pain than pleasure in some moments and even though he reassured Minho and told him to continue, Minho hated to see the pained expressions on the other's face. He didn't like causing pain, even to someone who hurt him everyday.

"All mine." Jisung purred at the new purple marks that complimented Minho's pale skin so perfectly before he climbed off his lap.

"Fuck me." A warm feeling pooled at the pit of Minho's stomach at those words and Han's seductive tone of voice.

Jisung positioned himself so he was almost laying on his stomach, head resting on the couch's armrest as he supported himself on his knees.

Minho watched for a few moments, the way Han's broad shoulders narrowed to his impressively thin waist. He stopped there, right on his lower back stretched a scar, it went diagonally from the low part of his back to the middle. It was evident a surgery wouldn't leave it, but he didn't get the chance to wonder more, Han's hoarse voice sounding through the room.