Dazed
Title: Dazed
Pairing: Minho/Gwiboon
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): n/a
Word count: 919
Summary: Minho had no idea how he ended up here.
unbetaed :/
Minho had no idea how he ended up here. He had just been out for a relaxing night of drinking with his friends. Nothing crazy, just a chill night at the bar. He hadn’t even dressed up, leaving straight from work still in his rumpled button down and slacks. None of it mattered though because he had found himself on the dance floor with the hottest girl in the club. Quite possible the hottest girl in the world, and that wasn’t just the beer talking. How he had attracted her attention he had no idea.
Maybe he had drunk more than he thought because, while he remembered everything, it all kind of bled together at the same time. An hour felt like minutes. He remembered congratulatory pats on the back from his friends as they all but pushed him out of the bar before he fell into a cab with her; Gwiboon was her name. Both their hands wandering far more than they should, the cab driver clearing his throat rather obviously more than once. Her fingers were in his hair and his hand wandering up and under the miniscule skirt she was wearing. It felt like mere moments passed before she was dragging him up to her apartment.
Now here he was, in her apartment, on her bed, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to him. This seemed to be the theme for the night after all. She chose him, she dragged him to the dance floor, she whispered the worst kinds of filth into his ear. All night long, she had total control and Minho was just kind of along for the ride. Not that he was complaining or anything.
The air was heavy, his clothes stuck to him like a second skin and she seemed more than thrilled to help him out of them. Her hands went to his belt and the smirk on her face… Minho might have died and gone to heaven. Or possibly hell. He isn’t sure yet.
Minho had no idea how to do this. How it even worked. This whole one night stand idea. He had always been more of a relationship kind of guy. He preferred the innocent type. Something in his brain always gravitated towards shy smiles and easy blushes. But right now, he couldn’t for the life of him remember why. In one crash course he was learning the appeal of a girl with experience. He was so turned on by how comfortable she was taking charge. There is absolutely nothing shy about her. She knew what she wanted and she planned to get it. It was hot in a way he was unaccustomed to.
“You gunna make me do all the work big boy?” She purred in his ear, her fingers looped in his pants and fuck he can’t even think straight. Everything was just happening so fast. All the blood pooled in his dick so there wasn’t any to help his brain function anymore.
A little shuffling and a lot of struggle later he had managed to relieve both of them of any and all clothing, hands thirsty for the smoothness of her skin. She’s so perfect and confident and Minho felt like he somehow has to impress her, like his reputation was staked on this one encounter. He knew that was stupid. He would probably never going to see her again, but still, he needs her to know he was worth the effort.
Oh god… her mouth felt like heaven. There was no reluctance, no apprehension. Quite the opposite actually. She was enthusiastic; almost as into it as he was. And fuck that was so sexy. Watching a girl get worked up over having his dick in her mouth was on his list of hottest things ever. She knew exactly what to do, listening to every whimper and hiss that slipped past his lips and adjusting accordingly until he couldn’t help his grip tightening in her hair. His hips pushed up to meet her parted and oh-so inviting lips and shit she was just letting him fuck her mouth. He had never allowed himself to be so rough before, the newness made the pleasure that much better. Hands down the best head of his life. He came with a gasp followed by the most satisfied groan as she literally sucked the life out of him.
She pulled herself to lay beside him, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Fuck,” Minho muttered, his breath still erratic, heart pounding in his ears.
“Mmmh,” She hummed in response. Letting a comfortable silence settle, both of them just enjoying the afterglow. “So, how about this. You run down to the convenience store and buy some condoms and I’ll order us a pizza? We can have some food and chill for a bit until you’re ready to go again and then you can fuck me senseless? Sound good?”
Minho choked on his saliva at her words. He turned to look at her, eyes bulging out of his head. How could any one woman be so fucking perfect? His brain was still full of post-orgasm fluff, unable to comprehend and filter properly.
“Marry me?” he blurted out, his eyes going impossibly bigger once he realized what he just said. She must have thought he was an absolute moron, he sure sounded like it. However, she only laughed in response.
“Is that a yes to the pizza?” She asked, lips still quirked in a smile.
“Umm… that’s a yes to everything.”
Pairing: Minho/Gwiboon
Genre: smut
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): n/a
Word count: 919
Summary: Minho had no idea how he ended up here.
unbetaed :/
Minho had no idea how he ended up here. He had just been out for a relaxing night of drinking with his friends. Nothing crazy, just a chill night at the bar. He hadn’t even dressed up, leaving straight from work still in his rumpled button down and slacks. None of it mattered though because he had found himself on the dance floor with the hottest girl in the club. Quite possible the hottest girl in the world, and that wasn’t just the beer talking. How he had attracted her attention he had no idea.
Maybe he had drunk more than he thought because, while he remembered everything, it all kind of bled together at the same time. An hour felt like minutes. He remembered congratulatory pats on the back from his friends as they all but pushed him out of the bar before he fell into a cab with her; Gwiboon was her name. Both their hands wandering far more than they should, the cab driver clearing his throat rather obviously more than once. Her fingers were in his hair and his hand wandering up and under the miniscule skirt she was wearing. It felt like mere moments passed before she was dragging him up to her apartment.
Now here he was, in her apartment, on her bed, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to him. This seemed to be the theme for the night after all. She chose him, she dragged him to the dance floor, she whispered the worst kinds of filth into his ear. All night long, she had total control and Minho was just kind of along for the ride. Not that he was complaining or anything.
The air was heavy, his clothes stuck to him like a second skin and she seemed more than thrilled to help him out of them. Her hands went to his belt and the smirk on her face… Minho might have died and gone to heaven. Or possibly hell. He isn’t sure yet.
Minho had no idea how to do this. How it even worked. This whole one night stand idea. He had always been more of a relationship kind of guy. He preferred the innocent type. Something in his brain always gravitated towards shy smiles and easy blushes. But right now, he couldn’t for the life of him remember why. In one crash course he was learning the appeal of a girl with experience. He was so turned on by how comfortable she was taking charge. There is absolutely nothing shy about her. She knew what she wanted and she planned to get it. It was hot in a way he was unaccustomed to.
“You gunna make me do all the work big boy?” She purred in his ear, her fingers looped in his pants and fuck he can’t even think straight. Everything was just happening so fast. All the blood pooled in his dick so there wasn’t any to help his brain function anymore.
A little shuffling and a lot of struggle later he had managed to relieve both of them of any and all clothing, hands thirsty for the smoothness of her skin. She’s so perfect and confident and Minho felt like he somehow has to impress her, like his reputation was staked on this one encounter. He knew that was stupid. He would probably never going to see her again, but still, he needs her to know he was worth the effort.
Oh god… her mouth felt like heaven. There was no reluctance, no apprehension. Quite the opposite actually. She was enthusiastic; almost as into it as he was. And fuck that was so sexy. Watching a girl get worked up over having his dick in her mouth was on his list of hottest things ever. She knew exactly what to do, listening to every whimper and hiss that slipped past his lips and adjusting accordingly until he couldn’t help his grip tightening in her hair. His hips pushed up to meet her parted and oh-so inviting lips and shit she was just letting him fuck her mouth. He had never allowed himself to be so rough before, the newness made the pleasure that much better. Hands down the best head of his life. He came with a gasp followed by the most satisfied groan as she literally sucked the life out of him.
She pulled herself to lay beside him, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“Fuck,” Minho muttered, his breath still erratic, heart pounding in his ears.
“Mmmh,” She hummed in response. Letting a comfortable silence settle, both of them just enjoying the afterglow. “So, how about this. You run down to the convenience store and buy some condoms and I’ll order us a pizza? We can have some food and chill for a bit until you’re ready to go again and then you can fuck me senseless? Sound good?”
Minho choked on his saliva at her words. He turned to look at her, eyes bulging out of his head. How could any one woman be so fucking perfect? His brain was still full of post-orgasm fluff, unable to comprehend and filter properly.
“Marry me?” he blurted out, his eyes going impossibly bigger once he realized what he just said. She must have thought he was an absolute moron, he sure sounded like it. However, she only laughed in response.
“Is that a yes to the pizza?” She asked, lips still quirked in a smile.
“Umm… that’s a yes to everything.”