#hes too babygirl pathetic to be an ethereal being (lie)

[bobcross1010]

what if gay people were real and they were living amongst us the entire time without anybody knowing

[nightshade-minho]

-Pool Party-

Warnings: jealous!Minho, fingering, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, D/S dynamics, microscopic amounts of fluff, prospect of a gangbang at the end.

Jealousy. It was an emotion that Minho found himself feeling often, but never in this intensity.

There you were, laughing along with Hyunjin and Chan, complimenting them on their swimming skills. Normally, Minho was alright with you being affectionate with his friends, however this situation was different.

Why? ‘Cause there you were, sitting on the deck chair beside the pool, clad in nothing but the skimpiest blue bikini he’s ever seen. Seriously, he never even knew you owned something like that!

You looked sexy and ethereal, and he couldn’t help but think about how that’s probably what the guys were thinking too.

“I’m way better than Chan at swimming. Right, y/n?”

You giggled as Chan slapped Hyunjin’s arm. “Stop being so immature, Jinnie.”

“You’re just scared I’m right. Hey, how about we race each other in the pool? Y/n, you be the referee.”

Minho scoffed and looked away as the two of them immediately jumped in, scrambling over themselves to impress you.

The final nail in the coffin was when Jisung came to sit next to you, offering you a bowl of watermelon.

“You look amazing, y/n. Didn’t peg you to be the bikini kind, ya know? I’m not gonna lie, it really suits you...”

That was the last straw. The jealousy in him bubbled and overflowed, mixing with anger. He stood up, walking over to the two of you and grabbing your wrist tightly, pulling you up in the process. You squeaked, dropping the watermelon piece in your hand. Confused, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp in vain.

He flashed a fake smile at Jisung. “Sorry Sung, y/n and I need to have a little talk, if that’s alright with you.” With that, he dragged you behind him into the house, shoving you into a bathroom and locking the door behind him.

He backed you up against the wall, lips inches away from yours.

“M-min? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.”

His hand, still holding your wrist, pinned it above your head. His other hand came down to cup your boob. He used his finger to stroke your nipple softly until it became hard, poking through the fabric.

“You’re dressed like a slut.”

You bit your lip, slight arousal mixing with the fear and confusion. “Come on Min. Now? Really?” You smiled nervously. “The others will wonder what we’re doing.”

“Let them.” He repeated his motions with your other nipple. “Do you have no idea what you look like right now? What you’re wearing is barely covering anything up. And the way you were flirting with my friends?”

He pinched your nipple hard, causing you to squeal. “If you want to dress and act like a slut, you’re gonna get treated like one.”

His fingers moved down to rub your clit over the bikini bottoms and you arched your back, a moan ripping through your throat. His actions continued until your bikini bottoms were soaked. Moving them to the side, his fingers stroked around your slit for a second before they slipped in with a squelch. Minho’s lips found their way to your neck, the hand holding up your wrist coming down to grab a handful of your hair, tugging your head up to expose your neck more.

“I’m going to mark you up so good. When we leave, everyone will know that you’re mine. You belong to me, understood?”

You nodded pathetically, his possessiveness driving you to grind down harder on his fingers. He sped up, his wet mouth sliding over your neck, sucking and biting as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

All of a sudden, his fingers weren’t in you anymore, and he pulled away from your neck, looking you in the eye. “Turn around.”

You obliged, turning around. Almost immediately, a harsh spank was laid on your ass, followed by another one.

“Bad girl. I want to spank you more, but I’m eager to get you back out there in the state you’re in right now.”

He stepped backwards a little, admiring the handprint on your ass. He slowly turned you around, smiling widely as he observed your erect nipples as well as the hickeys littered all over your neck.

“Perfect. Now, get up on that sink.”

He quickly removed his bathing trunks as you did so, spreading your legs wide. You bent down to remove your bikini bottom when he slapped your hand.

“No. The bikini stays on.”

Minho pumped his dick in his hand before pushing your bottoms to the side, leading himself to your sopping wet entrance.

He stopped short, his tip grazing your slit as he looked deep into your eyes, some indecipherable emotion behind his.

But then he was pushing into you, more and more, until his tip was pressing against your cervix. It was the most pleasurable pain you’d ever felt. He leaned forward to press his lips to yours, beginning to thrust. You aren’t really kissing- his constant thrusts make that impossible. Lips messily sliding over each other, both of your moans were muffled.

Minho’s tongue slid past your lips, and you nearly lost your mind as you felt his thick cock stimulating your g-spot consistently. He pulled away, watching where your bodies are connected.

“Look, baby. Look how your greedy pussy desperately swallows my cock. You’re just my little cockslut aren’t you?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you tried to speak but couldn’t. Heck, you could barely breathe!

He delivers a particularly sharp thrust, causing you to whine loudly. “Answer me.”

You open your eyes, trying to concentrate on Minho’s face, but the pleasure was too blinding.

“Dumb little whore, with your useless brain. All you can think about is my cock, huh? Can’t even formulate words.”

His hands came up to undo the bow on your bikini top, watching as your now naked breasts bounced with every thrust.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“

You felt Minho spill inside you, his cock twitching as he came. He rested his head on your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm, staying like that for a while.

“Hey...y/n?”

“Mm...?”

“I love you. You can wear whatever you want, cause you’re my intelligent, sweet, talented babygirl...and sometimes I feel like I go too far.”

He lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

“Minho...you know I love it.”

His wicked smirk slowly came back to his face. “Great, because I’m not done yet.”

Confused, you watched as he pulled out, his cum slowly seeping out of you. His fingers came up to rub his fluids into your pussy, and you sighed, feeling your orgasm build.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t cum.”

He lifted you all of a sudden, carrying you bridal style as he kicked open the door.

“M-minho? What’re you doing?”

“Taking you to the others, of course. I feel bad keeping this meal all to myself. After all, sharing is caring, right?”

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(This was originally supposed to have a much filthier ending...but I chose against it. Maybe I should do a part 2?)