𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓂 ℴ𝒻 𝒢𝓊𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝒻ℯ𝓈 | 𝐀 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

8.

TW: smut, topics of being used

Jisungs pov

Minho picked me up without any hesitation making me yelp. I was surprised how he was walking so quickly considering what just happened. I was sure he was just going to sit there and ignore me.

Both of his hands are on my butt, holding me up, he takes one hand off and grabs my chin as he continues walking. My eyes go wide as I thought I was going to fall from him but he was strong enough to carry me with one hand and without any struggle. He grabs my chin and pulls my head forward so our lips meet with each others.

He roughly kisses me and I furrow my brows trying to break away but for some reason I can never over power him. He somehow continues walking without bumping into anything, and a second later we are in the bedroom.

He throws roughly and goes back to the door to close and lock it.

He gets back towards me and grabs my ankles, pulling me onto his lap. I put my arms around him neck and we start kissing again.

                        SMUT SCENE⬇️

His tongue invades my mouth and starts moving around all over like it's claiming everything it touches. He slaps me hard on the butt making me jump. I hear him chuckle at my jump and pull away annoyed.

When I pulled away he pushed me onto the bed. His eyes stared intensely into mine as he reached for the collar of my shirt and ripped it apart from the middle. I grabbed onto his arms tightly so that I had something to hold onto as he ripped my shirt. He smirked at me probably thinking that I was regretting this but I had a plan up my sleeve..

It was up the sleeve of my shirt he just ripped off..

He then quickly pulls off my pants with no hesitation, leaving me in my underwear. I put my arms down trying to cover my waist but he grabs them and pulls them away, pinning my arms above my head.

"Why'd you try covering your waist honey?" He whispers in my ear. I shiver at the tone of his voice, "I-it's.. I don't.. I don't know..". He then moves his head right above my shoulder and licks a big stripe upwards to my ear. "Tell me." He says. If rough is a tone of voice.. he has it.

I wiggle around but give up when he intertwines both of my hands in one of his hands and keeps it still pinned above my head. His free hand snakes down to my waist and starts rubbing my hip divot. "I-it's too feminine for a-a male.." I whisper quietly cause I didn't want him to hear it and start thinking that way.

He heard anyways and looks at me so intently that I had to look away to not start crying.

He leans down to my ear again and says three words, "I like it."

I turn my head to look at him and he quickly captures my lips in a kiss again. He releases my hands and now both of his hands are down on my waist and caressing it like it's warming his cold heart.

He moves down to start giving hickeys on my neck when I already have more than plenty. He then ventures down an makes more on my shoulder and chest, eventually leading to my waist. He leaving three hickeys there before moving back up to me and kissing me again.