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𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 - Minsung - 'Kidnapped & Captured'

𝕋𝕠𝕡 = Jisung
𝔹𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕞 = Minho
ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 = Jisung and Minho decide to spice up their sex life with an intense roleplay scene.
𝔽𝕠𝕣 = Anonymous
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 = roleplay, beforehand consent, rough sex, unprotected sex, BDSM cross, blindfold, anal hook, nipple clamps, spanking, degradation, edging, breath and fear play, ice play, begging, grinding, buttplug, leather whip, light choking, praises, aftercare.

♡ Spice Shot ♡

"Kidnapped & Captured"

Minho fluttered his eyes open but blackness met his vision. Total and utter blackness. The last thing he remembered was walking down the street before nothing. He couldn't remember a single thing after that and he still felt slightly out of it.

He heard something to the right of him. Like the faint sound of footsteps approaching. He started to feel his heart rate pick up in his chest. Even his breathing was slightly labored. Minho didn't know where he was or what was happening. He tried to move but he couldn't. He felt cold and just knew he was naked.

He struggled against whatever was restraining his hands but a choked gasp left him and he immediately stopped his actions. He didn't know what it was but something was buried deep inside his hole between his ass cheeks. Every time he moved his hands it would only go deeper. It felt cold and metal, and nothing like a buttplug. Minho was no stranger to sex toys but whatever this was, was definitely a first for him.

He then tried to move his legs just a bit but the same thing would happen making Minho bite down on his bottom lip. He was tied up with his arms and legs spread apart. He was completely naked and a blindfold covered his eyes. He was helpless and sightless in the situation. And then the footsteps he'd heard only drew closer.

Warm fingertips danced across Minho's bare skin surprising him. He shuddered at the feeling, turning his head in the direction he guessed the person touching him would be.

"Who are you? Why am I tied up like this?"

"Shhh," a voice quietly shushed.

"But I- "

The person admired Minho like this. His body stripped of all clothes, limbs spread apart, and hands tied to the BDSM cross behind him. Even an anal hook inside his slightly lubed-up hole.

"Where's your boyfriend, hm?"

"W-What?" Minho stammered, feeling a hand travel up his stomach but the touch was featherlight.

"What do you think he'd say if he saw you like this? Tied up and naked in front of a complete stranger."

"Don't," Minho fought against the touch on his skin.

He tried to close himself off, but he forgot about what was connected to his restraints. The metal went much deeper inside his slicked hole and Minho's mind went blank for a second. It brushed lightly against his prostate and he had to fight himself not to whimper out loud. Instead, he let out a shaky breath and forced himself not to move again.

"Don't what?"

Minho shivered when he felt a warm puff of air near the shell of his ear.

"Touch you?"