#minseok exo

The sun is out so I decided to taint everyone by some smut! It’s a late happy birthday for Minseok, so I hope you enjoy this darlings! <3

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The day at school was tiring- you had a lot of classes today and even though the day was packed with activities, it went by slowly. You counted the minutes when you would be able to see your mate again, and so you practically skipped up the path leading to the house after you were free from school.

“Minseok, I’m home~!” you almost sang, closing the door behind you and only then taking the surroundings of the completely quiet house. Odd. It was never this quiet. You hummed in thought, taking off your shoes and starting out to the living room. The thing is, you never got there.

It was surprising- the cute, gentle Minseok who doesn’t even look the part of a bloodthirsty creature, suddenly pouncing. You had no idea why- it must’ve been for something he asked you not to do. Maybe it was for going to that party last night? Or he saw you talking to that frat boy again? It wouldn’t matter at that moment because Minseok had you against the wall in seconds, your books flying across the floor.

“M-Minseok…” you whined, wide eyes staring into a pair of glowing red.

“Shh…” His breath feathered over your lips in warning.

The only warning before his head was swooping down, fangs extended to full, frightening length. You had to confess, you were a bit afraid at the dark look in Minseok’s red eyes but god damn your mate was hot when angry, and you felt something inside you instinctively surrendering you to him, your neck craning back to create a beautiful and inviting arch. He struck with precision.

It was a flash of pain, white and hot behind your eyelids as they drooped closed. Whatever you did, this had to be the best punishment imaginable. And your muscles, the singing pleasure tingling at every nerve ending, agreed. You couldn’t help the desperate whimper that ripped through your throat and as your hands inched to grip at his shoulders. Minseok slammed them against the wall, away from him with a warning growl. You gasped his name when you felt his fingers tighten around your wrists and you were sure if he would add even an inch of pressure, he’d break them. 
The next action happened in a matter of seconds. At one moment, you were quite sure you were pressed up against the living room wall and the other your back landed on Minseok’s bed upstairs. The flash of change had you breathless, gasping in confusion. You blinked up at him, eyes frantically trying to adjust to the change in lighting.

The rushing of blood from the hard pumps of your heart had your senses hypersensitive. And all of them trained to pick up your mate’s next intention. Your hands were still in his hold, preventing you to reach up and cup his cheek as you wanted. He looked so alluring this way- his eyes pure ruby and fangs slightly dirty of blood. Your blood.

“Minseok…” you whined quietly, as if you didn’t want to anger him.

Again, his breath hissed between those blood-stained fangs, and you quieted. His hand moved from one of your wrists, trailing a finger to follow the thin streak of blood that was trickling from the still-open holes of his bite. And even without the restraint, you couldn’t find it in yourself to move your hands.

You opted to watch it instead, following its trail down to your shirt, where it ripped through you shirt and bra as if it was nothing. A gasp escaped your lips, but Minseok ignored it just like he ignored your now revealed chest, moving lower, over your bare stomach to your pants. The denim felt constraining, and as if Minseok read your mind, he ripped through the middle of them in complete disregard of the button and zipper. You gasped, silently lamenting the destruction of a favorite pair of jeans, but were promptly interrupted when Minseok’s cool hand ripped the remains off your body.

He chose to ignore the fact that you’re lying in his bed, almost naked and body inviting. The finger slid back up and cupped your jaw, angling it to have better access to the wound on your neck.
He hummed softly, leaning down and leading with his tongue to lap at the stinging wound. You flinched, but otherwise remained still as he let his hands roam down your sides while he tended to the bite marks.

You couldn’t stay silent though when his hands gripped your hips, tugging them harshly up to meet with his, grinding deeply into your barely clad loins. A surprised moan ripped through your throat at the mixture of Minseok’s healing mouth and his sinful hips. Your hands moved for the first time, wanting to grip his shoulders. That’s when the whole world spun again and you found yourself on your stomach, face full of pillows and hands stretched out, bound by Minseok’s grip.

“This is not a reward. Don’t move them or I won’t let you out of here for a week.”

Though the prospect sounded quite appealing, even to your lust-hazed mind, you mewled in response. You still weren’t sure exactly what you’d done wrong, but Minseok’s hands moved, one palming your ass with an appreciative stroke before-

“Ahh!”

You winced at the sting of pain, the loud slap echoing in the room with your gasp of surprise.
And immediately, your brain supplied, ‘more’.

You clenched the pillows tight in your hands, as your hips instinctively lifted up, seeking his touch. Minseok squeezed your ass tight before spanking you again, his breath heavy on your neck.

“Do you know what you’ve done?” Whimpering, you shook your head.

“N-no.” Another smack rang in the air, shaking your body. You clenched your teeth, biting back a moan.

“You really don’t know?” he growled into your ear, some sounds impeded by the length of his fangs.

“N-no! I-AH!” Your desperate attempt to explain yourself was interrupted by another spank.

“Do you think I didn’t see you? With him?” His questions were accompanied with more slaps.

“Touching you like you were his? Cupping your cheek like you belonged to him?” His voice turned into an angry hiss and after the last, hard spank he squeezed the flesh roughly, making you squirm.

“Tell me, ___, what should I do? Should I fuck you so hard that you can’t attend class for the next few days? Mark you where you can’t cover yourself up?”

All of it, you wanted to say. But you couldn’t manage anything else but another ragged moan as his hand came down for another slap, then a round of strokes to ease the stinging.

“Hm? What do you think, my pretty mate?”

“Ah, Minseok, just…” he cut into your speech one again but this time, his hand slid down your front, in between your spread legs. Your head buried deep in the pillows as you tried to muffle the wanton moan from the way his fingers pressed down on your clit. “Maybe claiming you once wasn’t enough. Maybe I should claim you again.”

“And again… and again…” he hissed against your shoulder as his fingers traced the wetness leaking from your center. “What do you think?”

“Yes!” You keened breathlessly, your hips pushing out to him and then grinding into his teasing fingers. Your hands tightened in the sheets and you pulled, your head turning to the side so you could speak more clearly.

“Yes, please, Minseok, I-”

“I like how you say please all the time. It shows you have manners.” He chuckled, leaning down and licking the shell of your ear.

“It makes me want to taint them.”

“Please, please do.” You cried out when you felt two fingers push into your body without warning, Minseok’s growl vibrating into your skin.

“So tight…” You threw your head back as his fingers started thrusting, your body moving of its own accord into each movement of his hand.

“Yes. Move for me. You like that, don’t you?” You mewled into the sheets, eyes shut tight at the feeling. You had just begun yet your orgasm was so close, you could almost feel it coming onto you.

“Open your eyes, ___.” You heard Minseok’s command but you couldn’t do it. It was all happening so quickly.

“I said-” Minseok’s growl was cut off by him roughly turning you around, back flat against the bed and him hovering above you.

“Look. At. Me.” Your eyes met, and your breath left you as a moan. You reached up for him, and this time he allowed it. Your fingers stroked the curve of his jaw, clenched tight as his hands pressed your hips down. His body followed, fitting perfectly between your legs.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured.  "I didn’t-“

He didn’t let you finish by kissing you, his tongue easily prying access into your mouth, coaxing a moan out of your throat. Your hips pushed up against his and the hand on his cheek pushed into Minseok’s scalp.

"Shhh~” he whispered against your lips as his hand undid his button and pulled the zipper down.
You picked up the sounds, and you parted your legs further in blatant invitation.

“Don’t worry, ___. I know.”

Minseok shoved his pants down his hips as far as they could go, and he grunted when the cold air hit the hard jut of his cock.
It didn’t take long for you to feel the press of his cock, slow yet insistent against your heat.

“Will he ever be able to see you like this?” The rough hiss was there again- you were fooled by the soft coo of his voice just seconds ago.

“All ready to be claimed?” The words had you whining, pulling on his hair.

“Answer me, ___.” He hissed, the head of his cock pushing in.

“N-no,” you moaned, clawing yourself closer. Your hips twisted up, urging him inside your body.

“Please, Minseok, please.”

“That’s right. You only beg for me.” Minseok pushed inside you with one clean thrust, your walls clenching around his cock at the sudden intrusion. You threw your head back with a breathless call of his name, eyes rolling with the feel of him stretching you so deliciously.

He didn’t wait for you to adjust, setting a fast and rough pace, filling you completely with each and every thrust. You were reduced to a moaning mess, unable to utter a single word at the treatment you received from your mate.

“Ah, ah, Min-! Ngggghhh~…”

“Are you close? That quickly, are you close to coming?” Your nod was frantic, your moans breaking.

“Y-yes!” You thought he couldn’t feel any better. But you were clearly mistaken. Minseok moved even faster, pushing harder and hitting just a little deeper. Your muscles tensed, preparing for an orgasm you thought might actually drive you to tears.

“Then come for me, ___. Come for me now!” His snarled words ripped through you, pushing you over the edge. Your body convulsed underneath him, chasing every little bit of the pleasurable tingles as you squeezed his still-thrusting cock.

You screamed out his name as you felt the fangs digging in your neck again and the final thrust that had him pressing in you as deep as he could before you felt him release with a feral snarl. You mewled at the sensation if him filling you and his lips on your neck, sucking you as if you were a delicious treat.

His draws were long and hard, making you shudder each time and stretching out the pleasure of your orgasm. You arched into him, encouraging his mouth even as his sucking slowed along with his hips.
When he came to a halt, you knew Minseok took much more blood than usually. Most of the times, he never went more than three or four sucks, afraid of hurting you but this time, you felt the swirl of unconsciousness coming over you, as the grip you had on Minseok faltered greatly. His fangs retracted and he licked at the wound, making you shiver. All was hazy, all was muted.

You dropped onto the sheets, breathing shallow and shaky with the effort to keep from passing out. Minseok leaned over you, rolling you onto your side and tucking you against him tightly.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I took too much.” You could only mewl in response, you yourself not even sure what it was supposed to mean. It’s okay? It feels good? But the uncomfortable fight against unconsciousness wasn’t and you whined, eyebrows furrowing.

“I should’ve been more careful…should I take you to the hospital?” You shook your head, closing your eyes and nuzzling into his neck even as your head continued swimming.

“No. I’m fine…”

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yes, I just…need…hnngh…”

And the world became black.
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When you came to again, it was to Minseok’s voice whispering your name in concern and his hand stroking your hair and your face gently.

“___… Baby…?”

You moaned, snuggling into the hand on your cheek affectionately.

“Minseok…” you whispered into his palm and you could hear him sigh in relief.

“Thank god…I was afraid I had gone too far for a second…”

“No, no, I just…” you sighed, too tired for any words. Your hand reached up, shaking heavily, reaching for Minseok. You just kissed him softly.

“I’m fine…” you breathed. Minseok shook his head.

“I’m sorry. Never again. I won’t-”

“Minseok, please. I’m just tired. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“The way he touched you, the way he looked at you it was…” Minseok’s eyes turned red at the memory. You frowned, having forgotten how this began.

“R-right. I’m sorry, Minseok…” He shook his head, dispelling the memories and shaking off the red in his eyes in exchange for a warm gold. He leaned down and kissed you softly.

“I love you.”

You gripped him tighter in a sign you didn’t want the kiss to end. You knew that Minseok was slightly conscious of being who he was. He had this opinion that you would much rather be with someone who has a pulse.

“I love you too,” you murmured, smiling and stroking his hair in an attempt to clear the thoughts you could see clouding his eyes.

Minseok gave a small smile. “I’m just always so afraid I’ll- …”

“But you won’t.” You cut him off, giving him a hard look. “I trust you completely, Minseok.”
Minseok sighed, looking somewhere else on the bed. 

“Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t.”

You frowned, grabbing his face. “Too bad, I guess.  It’s nice that your persuasive abilities don’t work on your mate.” He rumbled his disagreement.

“You’re not going to hurt me. You know how I know?”

Minseok raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Because you need me,” you said simply, shrugging. “I don’t care how it sounds. We both know that it’s true and it’s mutual.”

“You would die before you’d hurt me, and I know that. I feel it…” you took his hand, guiding it to your heart.

“Right here. So don’t underestimate yourself, okay?” Minseok’s lip curled reluctantly.

“I just…”

“Besides…” you added, interrupting.

“…sometimes a little bit of roughness is fun.”

Your last statement had his eyebrows rising and a surprised look on his face.

“W-what?”

“Your possessiveness…it was pretty hot.” You admitted with a smile and as if you wanted to prove your statement, your hand buried in his hair and tugged lightly, just enough to make him growl. Minseok laughed, the flash of teeth reminding you of his fangs, his bite and making your stomach clench all over again.

“You like that?” he asked softly, kissing your forehead. You smiled, unable to prevent the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“A little…okay, maybe more than I should.”

“That always depends on a person,” he said with a chuckle.

You nodded. “In that case, yes. I like it.”

Minseok laughed softly. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Should I keep in mind to make you jealous more often?” You winked at him, to which Minseok snarled.

“Better not. Because next time, I won’t punish you, but him.”

You shuddered, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him close. “Got it. No more then.”

“More rough playing and less jealousy.” Minseok agreed with a small smile, bumping his nose against yours. You giggled at the action.

“You’re drained.” He noted the paleness of your skin with a big frown.

“You should rest.”

You nodded, urging him closer to you. “Then let’s sleep.”

“Good night, my love.”

“G'night, Minseok. I love you.” He kissed your forehead with a content sigh.

“I love you too.”

Hi guys! I saw that Witness was well received, and now I’m happy to give you another part to read, this time from the side of Minseok! I hope you enjoy this, darlings! <3

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Everything was a painful blur from when the pair of hands shook you awake and took you from your haven with the promise of safety. Too groggy to fight them, you went willingly, letting yourself be wrapped in blankets and ushered into a car, into a building, into a small, white room with one table and three chairs.

You were offered coffee, comforting smiles from two burly men and a cooing of “You are safe ma'am, we just need to ask you a few questions.”

You were not safe. You were not okay, not in the least, as you felt the brand new wound on your neck throb in pain. Agony surged from the two puncture wounds into your entire body, solidifying into little anchors at the end of your nerves, holding you down in the sludge of pain from which only one person could rescue you.

And the two police officers were talking about him as if he were a criminal.

“Do you know the whereabouts of Kim Minseok?” the questions at first were gentle, and they talked to you as if they were dealing with a wounded doe. But your everlasting confusion and dizziness became tiring for one of them really quickly.

“You know who he is, do you not, miss?” the at first honeyed voice slowly turned rough, and the soft gaze hardened. You shivered, wrapping the coarse blanket around yourself tighter, trying to ward yourself from the cold that was coming from within you.

“I-I do. And…and there is nothing wrong with being a vampire, sir, just like there is nothing wrong with being human.” you resolutely stated, trying to hold your ground. The supernatural beings were hunted centuries ago, and it seems that it was hard to let go of stereotyping. Nevertheless, you were ready to fight for your brand new mate.

“And I’m not saying there is, Ms.___.” The cooing tone was replaced by one of an exasperated teacher losing patience over a less-than-bright child.

“But there is most definitely something wrong with being a mafia leader.” you shook your head at his statement.

“Absolutely not. Minseok is not a gangster. He is a businessman.”

“A businessman with blood, miss. We just raided one of his establishments and have taken more than 50 blood donors from the estate.”

“You must be mistaken, I believe. Minseok would never do anything like-”

“Are you in business with him, miss?” the less patient policeman cut you off, and you stared at him, shivering, slowly more and more agitated.

“I am in no business with him. I am his mate. Need I remind you that it is against the law to keep a newly bonded couple separated?” it was general knowledge that a couple that has just bonded needed to be in close vicinity while the mating process has been established. You began to feel it yourself, the low burning slowly growing, kindling in your body and leaving you in a strange combination of feeling in an almost hypothermic state while being feverish as well.  

What you thought would be a triumphant way to make the two rough men let you go proved futile. The meaner one grinned, flashing his yellowed teeth at you.

“You don’t need to remind us of the laws, miss ___, we know very well what we can and cannot do. And while making sure newly bonded mates are kept in close contact is protected by the law, the capture of a dangerous criminal on the loose is above assuring your comfort during this first week. Especially…” he leaned against the table, entwining his fingers and resting his chin on top of it, “when we can lure your mate over here and capture him.”

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“What the hell happened?” Minseok seethed, flipping over the table. The wood cracked under the force of his fingertips, splinters flying from the furniture. His expression of anger did not phase his right hand, who didn’t even flinch as his boss ranged through his luxurious house.

“There was a raid in the main estate, sir. The police somehow found out about your house as well.”

“Someone ratted?”

“I’m already working on finding the person, sir.”

“Where is ___?” he knew immediately that you were not in the vicinity. He would’ve felt the constant anxiousness that was plaguing him since he left your side decrease, but at the moment, it just rocketed sky high. What the fuck was this day about.

“They took her, sir.” Luhan’s words made him stop the rampage, his whole body frozen in disbelief.

“What did you say?” Minseok’s voice was no longer filled with fury - that was hiding inside of him, bubbling and boiling and seeping.

“She was taken into custody by the police force, under the belief she was a blood whore.”

“Give me the address.” Luhan was barely able to finish his sentence when Minseok turned to him, eyes blood red and determined. Knowing that it was his neck on the line this time, Luhan immediately told his boss about the whereabouts of his mate.

Minseok disappeared with the fog, slipping underneath the door and into the darkness.

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The flimsy blanket that accompanied you into your jail cell wasn’t enough. You tried your best to cocoon yourself into the fabric on the hard mattress, but it still didn’t stop you from shivering. Were you shivering because you were cold? Because you were afraid? Was it both of these reasons at once?

Where was Minseok? Why did they claim he is mafia? Were you that blinded by love that you did not see the snake behind the roses?

Your head ached and your eyes strained against the dimmed lights, making it even worse. The jail was quiet, save for the occasional snort coming from the other occupants, taken into custody because of drunk and disorderly behavior or other offences. Minutes trickled by like they were hours, and you thought that if something, somebody didn’t come and take you from there, you will die in that dinky, small cell.

Suddenly, there anchoring agony faded.

And in front of you stood Minseok, eyes filled with a mess of anger, relief and pain.

You felt like this was all just an illusion, but nevertheless you reached out to your mate, just a tiny flicker of hope in you rooting for him actually being there. And when you heard your name in his chocked voice, his hand grasping yours, the flame spread throughout your body, rushing the tears into your eyes.

“M-Minseok,” you stuttered in a watery voice as you tried to untangle yourself from the blanket as quickly as possible to get to him, but Minseok was quicker; he was on the bed in a flash, arms enveloping your body and hoisting you into his lap. His nose immediately buried into the crook of your neck, lips gently brushing over the mark on your shoulder, the source of immense happiness but also indescribable pain.

“My love,” Minseok rumbled as he held you tight, as if there was someone who could take you away from him. And in the past hours, that someone really came. The realization of where you are and what happened came crashing back down to you and a whine ripped from your throat as you leaned back from his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Minseok, what’s all…what’s all this? Why am I here…” he kept quiet, just staring at you as his hands stroked your hair, thumbed at your tear-stained cheeks, squeezed at your shoulders in reassurance.

“The police… they keep telling me…that…that you’re a gangster…that…that you have blood whores… Minseok, they’re lying, right?” your voice grew desperate, because you felt that his silence only served to prove that the pudgy, sweaty, mean police officer back in that interrogation room was right.

“I will explain everything to you, ___. I promise. When I get you out of here, I’ll tell you everything.”

“You just have to pay them and they will let me go, Minseok. You could just…just walk up to the desk and give them money and I will be free.” Something in his eyes told you he couldn’t do that. In your pained mind, it all started to click into place. His long, unnatural hours. His partners, all thick-necked and tattoo-ridden, eyes as hard as their punches most probably were.

“They were telling the truth.” You finally said after a pause, your hands falling from their perch on Minseok’s shoulders. The retreat of touch made your mate whine, eyebrows pinched and a flurry of emotions in his eyes.

“You’re a gangster.”

“___,”

“You’re…you do run brothels…”

“I can explain everything, I promise. The second I get you out of here I-“

“No.”

It was barely whispered, but the word had the same reaction as a roar would have. Minseok stopped trying to explain, his hands frozen on your cheeks as he tried to make you look at him. Your gaze was still on the floor, away from your partner. From someone you loved.

From a criminal.

“Just go, Minseok. Before I call the guards.”

“Let me stay here for a little more, baby. The mark-“

“I don’t care. Leave me.”

“But you will hurt-“

“It’s nothing compared to the fact that I just mated for life to someone I apparently didn’t know at all.” The chuckle was self-depreciating.

There was commotion down the hall. Your conversation must have alerted somebody.

“___,” his voice was full of pain, pain that the two of you apparently shared. He should’ve been honest with you from the start, and maybe you would’ve prepared better for the possibility of a raid. Of the possibility that somebody would try to use your love to make Minseok pay for his crimes.

“I can’t bare the thought of you being executed, Minseok…just…please just go. I can’t look at you right now.”

“I’ll come back to you.” Minseok swore as he made sure that you looked into his blood-soaked eyes filled with fiery determination.

“I don’t care.” You told him, voice dead. The presence that was calming just a few minutes ago now felt like a burden.

“I’ll be back, baby, I promise. And I’ll explain everything.”

“What’s going on down there?” a new voice barged into your conversation. After the minute glance sent to the cell bars, Minseok turned back to you and pressed a long kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, ___. I’m sorry this had to happen. I’m coming back for you.”

“I don’t care.”

But as you watched your mate disappear in the ventilation, grey fog slipping through the blades, your heart clenched tight at the confusion it felt.

You did care. And it might kill you in the end.