Stray Kids Oneshots

☆smex☆ (minsung)

Ship: minsung

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from the soft glow of candles scattered around the space. The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of musk and vanilla wafting through it like a living thing. Jisung lay naked on the bed, hands and feet bound by silk scarves in intricate knots that only Minho could untie. His eyes were closed, breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he waited for the inevitable.

Minho stepped into the room, his presence filling the air with an aura of dominance and control. He wore nothing but a pair of black leather pants, the material hugging his muscular thighs and accentuating his powerful stride. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed from their earlier activities. He smiled wickedly as he approached Jisung, running a finger down the other man's chest, teasing the hardened peak of his nipple.

"Hello, love," he purred, his voice low and raspy. "Are you ready for more?"

Jisung nodded weakly, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Minho with an unmistakable mix of fear, desire, and trust. "Yes," he managed to croak out. "Please."

Minho chuckled, the sound vibrating through Jisung's body. He reached down and untied the scarf binding Jisung's wrists, then spread his arms wide, palms up. With a gentle push, he guided Jisung onto his stomach, his arms stretched above his head, held once again by the scarf.

"Oh, yes," Jisung gasped as he felt the weight of his own body press into the mattress. The sensation of being completely helpless was exquisite, and he arched his back, pushing his ass up into the air in invitation.

Minho's large, warm hand cupped Jisung's ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, giving it a hard slap resulting in a drawled out moan from jisung.

He ran his tongue along the length of Jisung's spine, teasing the small of his back before biting down gently. Jisung cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily against Minho's hand that was still gripping his ass.

"Stay still sungie. Before I make you." Jisung ceased all his movements, like the obedient partner he was.

Minho turned jisung's head to the side, sliding two fingers into his mouth. "Suck."

Jisung's tongue lapped around Minho's fingers, making sure to coat it with as much spit as possible. He pushed his fingers further into jisung's mouth, wanting to hear him gag.

With a lopsided grin, he took his digits out the younger's mouth and positioned a slick finger into Jisung's entrance, stretching and filling him. Jisung cried out, arching his back even further. Minho began to thrust his finger in and out, in time with the steady beat of Jisung's heart.

"That's it, love," Minho whispered, his breath hot against Jisung's neck. "Let me take control. Give yourself up to me."

As if to emphasize his words, Minho picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke of his finger. Jisung let out a moan, the sound muffled against the mattress as he arched his back further. He felt the familiar ache building inside him, the pleasure growing more intense with each passing moment.

Minho withdrew his finger, only to replace it with his tongue. He licked and teased Jisung's entrance, lapping at his juices before delving deeper. Jisung cried out, his hips bucking wildly against Minho's face. The sensation of being completely taken and used was overwhelming, and he felt himself on the brink of orgasm.

Minho noticed and pulled back earning an annoyed groan from jisung. Not liking this, Minho gripped jisung's hair, turning his head to the side so he can see his face better.

"What that you being. . .defiant?" The way minho stared him down caused beads of precum to spring from his cock.

Minho smirked at the reaction he got. "You like being treated this way don't you?"