#minseok scenario

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.”