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straykids-97 · 10 months

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Vanity

‘Vanity is the quicksand of reason.’

Mirrors reflect our own vanity, and Minho can’t stop using his…

Warnings: soft dom! Lee know, sub!reader, slight teasing, (Minho is a menace), rough sex (if you squint), bathroom sex, unprotected sex, (wrap before you tap), aftercare 💜, Minho is whipped for reader ^_^, lmk if I forgot anything!

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A.N- I know, and before anyone says, I know that I don’t use Minho’s stage name. I think it’s weird while using it for writing. It’s his real name. Anyway, I just thought I would clarify though no one has said anything, I feel like I should just say something before someone does lol. Mi hoy minoy. Or mi ho Minho. (I'm going to say that from now on)

The rain was tapping softly against the windows of your apartment. The unruly spring weather caused your day out to be canceled. Even though Minho urged that you could still walk through the park with an umbrella, you refused. So, instead, you both were wrapped up underneath a warm blanket enjoying old reruns of Minho’s favorite K-drama. The takeout from lunch was still on your coffee table, but not that it mattered. It would get cleaned up eventually.

Today’s initial plan was to get dressed up and have a cute date for lunch, but now, it turned into a lazy day with your best friend.

Minho pressed you into his chest, “One day,” he started to say as he shifted his gaze to you, “I’m going to take you to Jeju.” His impulsive proclamation made you giggle. An ad for traveling to Jeju had popped up on the television, so you reasoned that was what made him speak his thoughts aloud.

You beam up at him, nipping the underneath of his jaw. He makes a startled noise before tickling you energetically, “Minho!” You shout out, attempting to flee his strong hold. Between his strength and the blanket enveloped around your body, it made your getaway difficult. Somehow, you managed to wiggle away and stand to your feet. Taking a deep breath, you swipe the takeaway boxes and head off to the kitchen, “Ah!” Minho yells from the couch, “Where are you going?!” His loud voice never ceased to astonish you. “Minho,” you reproach, “indoor voice-” you squeal when he materializes beside you. “Minho!” You laugh as he takes them from you, “I’ll clean! You bought lunch.” He states still in his loud voice. “Minho! Be quiet!” you shield your ears as he robs a kiss from you.

“What am I supposed to do then?” You say, crossing your arms and supervising as he starts to get rid of the food. “Take a bubble bath. I’ll join in a minute.” He gives you a cheesy smile, causing you to roll your eyes at his cuteness. Shaking your head, you saunter off down your hallway to the washroom, deciding that a nice warm bath did sound nice.

You twist the faucet of the tub on, allowing it to warm up for a few moments as you wander to your room, assembling clothes to wear after your bath. You can hear Minho playfully singing off-key in the kitchen as you make your way back to the bathroom. In moments like this, it melted your heart to see Minho so at peace; content, and happy that he was with you. You grin to yourself, “Don’t let your members hear you singing like that! You’ll never hear the end of it.” You chortle when he stops descanting, “Hey!” He shouts as you skid into the bathroom to safety before he can get you. You manage to get the door locked before he gets to it, making him shake the door handle for a second until he learns that you’ve sealed him out.

“y/n-ah.” He groans, “Open the door!” He yells. “No!” You cover your ears and giggle, “Stop yelling! My neighbors are going to complain!”

“Then open the door!” He retorts, making you snort, “no!” Knowing full well that he was going to be aggravated when he got in here. “Baby…” he cautioned, his voice sinking low. His tone made your breath hitch, “open the door.” He singsonged. It was spooky but somehow seemed to make you shudder with the ambiguity of his tone. It was low and intimidating on one hand, but on the other… it dripped with lust. You nearly reached for the door handle, but his next phrase made you stutter, “You don’t wanna be in trouble if you make me get the key do you?” Your heart missteps into your throat at the guarantee of a bewitching afternoon. What would Minho have in store if you pushed him that far…

You only dared once… And you were sore for two days afterward.

You chew your lip as you listen to him warn you one last time. Before you decide to unlock it, you hear his footsteps recede into your apartment. Your breath is sucked out of your lungs as you drop your clothes, panicking slightly. What will Minho do? You hear his footsteps slowly approach the door and listen to metal gliding against metal. And then the sound you dreaded; the lock clicking. You hold your breath as the door swings open slowly, and you see Minho standing there, shirtless and looking amused.

He looped the key around on his finger, his dark brown eyes scanning you carefully. “I warned you.” Minho took one long step into the bathroom, booting the door closed with his foot. You flinch at the sound of the door closing, watching his every movement like a terrified mouse. His motions were elegant and lithe, much like a predatory cat. He places the key on the back of the sink, before using his free hand to grab your forearm, yanking you into his chest. You squeak as you bounce off of him, pressing an open palm on his warm chest to stare up at him. It was astonishing how fast he could reverse the control from being playful to this. Whatever this was.

He enfolds a hand around the back of your neck, pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh of your neck, jerking your head back to look up into his eyes. He tutted at you as he spoke, “You were being such a good girl…” he trailed off, inclining into your face, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting softly. A faint gasp escaped your lips as he drew away, “I suppose all streaks have to end eventually…” he chuckled darkly. “Arms up.” he instructed, and you immediately obeyed without inquiry. He hauled your- rather his shirt- over your head and discarded it behind you on the cold tile floor. Your bare chest was on exhibition as he looped his thumbs around the hem of your pajama pants, forcing them down your thighs, and leaving you completely naked before him.

The sensation of the warming bathroom and heat between the two of you was in stark contrast to the chilliness of the white marble vanity, producing a sharp breath between your teeth. You press your hand against the mirror, keeping yourself up to glance at Minho who was undressing himself as well. He pivots you around to face him, raising you up and positioning you on the counter, before kneeling between your legs, “Make a noise, I stop.” He forewarns, his voice icy just like the marble beneath you. You bob your head, eyeing as he sucks his two first fingers, his burning eyes gazing into your soul as he pressed his fingers into you, causing you to gasp softly, utilizing your hand to muffle your frail cry as he contorted his fingers up, pressing the gooey spot that made your toes curl.

Minho nibbled your thigh as he mercilessly tortured you, but you managed to keep your composure; no matter how fragile it may be. He amps up the suffering by pressing his tongue against your clit, making you shake and lean against the cold mirror. You inhale, jerking away from the cold veneer. You don’t realize your error until Minho is pulling away from you, making you look at him in puzzlement.

“You gripe that I’m too loud,” he shakes his head and tugs you off the sink, “yet here you are. Defying me by doing the very thing you told me not to do.” He clicks his tongue in fake dismay, lightly pushing on your shoulders. The motion makes you sink to your knees, “Maybe this will shut you up.” He pushes your cheeks together, making your lips puff out. Minho uses his free hand to guide the tip of his cock over your lips, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “Tongue out.”

After nearly choking on Minho’s cock for 10 minutes, he finally yields. You let out a relieved sigh as he assists you back to your feet. Thinking perhaps he’d be more tender than before, you’re stunned when he whirls you around to admire your reflection. Your mouth falls open at the sight. Your mascara ran down your cheeks and smeared where Minho had gripped them; your eyeliner which took 20 minutes to perfect was also painted against your now nonexistent eyeshadow. Minho giggled darkly as he nestled into your neck.

“Look at you,” Minho purrs, gently pushing your hair from your eyes. He had that infamous wicked grin plastered over his face, “your makeup's running babydoll. I wonder what happened?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, worrying that if you dared to do so, you’d end up back on your knees, and the top plate of your mouth would be more bruised than it already was. Instead, he presses you against the counter, running his cock along the folds of your core. You let out a small whimper, making Minho groan in delight. “Don’t hold back on me now. You already got your punishment.” He utilizes one of his hands to hold you against the counter and the other to seize your hair. You shudder, making him chuckle as he thrusts hard into you a few times. You moan in sync with the tempo of Minho’s hips; every so often you would hear Minho let out a soft grunt, pausing as if he were trying to extend the inevitable.

“Minho,” you wail, using a hand to hold yourself up to poise yourself. Minho’s hips falter; stammering when you say his name. He sucks a sharp breath between his teeth before pulling away, causing you to protest. Minho spins you about, seizing one of your thighs and repositioning himself to fuck you against the counter again. You hold onto his biceps for balance as he rolls his hips into yours again, the new position making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Fuck,” Minho hisses as he grips the back of your neck. This time he was ruthless, not caring that your foot was sliding on the tile; that the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his hips pinning yours to the vanity. You let out a breathy gasp as your head falls between your shoulders, that all too familiar tightness washing over you unexpectedly; without warning. You squeeze your eyes shut as he pummels his hips, flexing them so that you were left breathless. “Minho!” You gasp, shivering as another ripple of ecstasy bashes into you. Your nails dig into his skin as you hold onto him for dear life, praying that he wouldn’t move because it felt too good.

“Hold on just a little more, angel,” Minho’s voice wasn’t demanding anymore. He was begging you; almost as if he was asking for a favor. Your breath catches in your throat as yet another orgasm threatens to rip you apart, and you forget to breathe. Even in his desperate pursuit of his own high, Minho strokes your cheek, “Breathe baby.” He chuckled. You feel listless as the feeling vanishes, trying to remain upright as Minho’s thrusts grow careless. Minho curses, hips colliding with you one last time before faltering entirely. He pants on the nape of your neck for a few moments, holding you close to his body before gently freeing your leg and helping you stand upright.

You slump against Minho, who envelops his arms around your body. His chest rumbles as he pets your hair, “Tired?” he coos. You roll your eyes and feebly nod your head. “Too tired to enjoy a bath with me?” He mocked. You consider your options; either go lie in bed for a while until Minho eventually wants a round two, or soak your hurting body in warm water and lengthen it for a little while longer. “Bath.” You murmur. Minho pulls away gently and directs you toward the bath that you had forgotten about, “Good thing you didn’t plug the tub,” he chortles, reaching down to do it, “or we would have a bigger mess to clean up.” He winks. You can’t help but giggle sleepily at him, holding his hand as he helps you into the tub so you don’t slip.

He follows behind you, settling you between his thighs and allowing you to rest against his chest. You’re too serene to stir awake, so Minho lets you rest in the tub, using the sponge to periodically drip warm water over your chest and arms to keep you warm. He hums as he does this, the sound of him humming, combined with the warm water lulled you into a tranquil sleep. Until Minho’s hands get a little too inquisitive, and he decides to wake you up for round two in the tub.

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