❌smut❌
I cling to Minho, still horny from when we got cut off. He spaced out and was falling asleep. I kiss his lips and go to the bathroom. I grab the shoebox from the top shelf of the linen closet/storage thing.
My length was throbbing. I couldn't stand it any more. I grab my sparkly clear dildo and bit my lip. I undress my upper body, closing my eyes and playing with my nipple. I lay on the bath mat, my breathing getting heavy.
I run my other hand down my body, palming my hard through my boxers. I bite my lip and let out a quiet moan. My mind races with sinful thoughts.
I take off my boxers and spread my legs wide open. I grab the dildo and grab the lube from the box, coating the toy well. I slowly insert the toy into me. I gasp involuntarily. I sit up and start riding the toy. I move my hips around eagerly. I couldn't even go fast enough. I was so needy.
"Oh, fuck." I whisper, desperate to keep quiet.
I move my hips as fast as I possibly can, abusing that sensitive spot inside of me. I furrow my eyebrows and reach down to touch my erection, pumping it and giving myself more intense pleasure.
So intense, my thighs were shaking. I couldn't help it. I let out a moan. I go into an overdrive, doing everything faster. I was so close. A few more thrusts of the toy and a couple more pumps of my length and I was set into an intense climax. I moan loudly, hoping Minho couldn't hear it. I catch my seed in my hand, moving a few more times to help me ride out that high.
The idea of him cumming in me was enough to get me hard again, so I try to get the feeling out of my thoughts. The way he would moan my name was like sugary strawberries to my ears. The way sweat would glisten on his body-
My body was trembling and my mind goes blank. I attempt to catch my breath and wash the dildo and my hands in the sink. I shudder, getting my clothes back on. I put everything away and make it look like I was never there.
❌End of smut❌
I go back to bed, finding Minho was out like a light. I lay next to him and admire the way he looks. He looks like a princess. His hands were delicately above his head and his long eyelashes rested against his hollow cheeks and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath was so peaceful. I kiss his soft lips, his breathing stuttering.
I gasp slightly, hoping he was still asleep. He needs his rest. I run my hand through his damp hair. He turns on his side, facing me and sighs, still fast asleep.
I rest my head on his bicep and close my eyes. Sleep crawls up my body and swallows me whole, my mind sent into a lovely unconsciousness.
