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Kim Mingyu had everything he wanted in life. He was rich, successful, and handsome. He owned his own multi-branch company, had a penthouse overlooking the heart of Seoul, and had a black card that never saw rest, but none of that mattered to him. His pride and joy was his husband, Seokmin. Lee Seokmin was successful in his own right, a screenwriter and a novelist on the side. He spent his days in their shared penthouse, locked in his office typing with the fervor of a desperate man. However, on important nights such as this one, Seokmin accompanied his husband, a pretty sight on his arm for the world to see and admire.
He was wearing a maroon silk button-down and black slacks that couldn't hide his glorious thighs. His dark hair was tussled and elegant, showing off his forehead in a way that he knew drove Mingyu crazy. He was having a difficult time keeping his hands off his husband the entire evening. Reprieve came in the form of business chatter. Seokmin had left Mingyu's side to walk around, perhaps chat with the other spouses who were present.
Finally, Mingyu was able to pull away from the middle-aged men and their stubborn and outdated views. He slowly walked around in search of his husband. Finally, as he approached the staircase, he found him walking down, a frown on his face. Mingyu's heart dropped. Who had upset Seokmin? Where were they? He was going- His thoughts were cut off by Seokmin, who crossed his arms with a huff.
"Take me home." He sighed.
"Now!" He ordered when his husband wasn't moving fast enough for his liking.
Mingyu clenched his jaw but led Seokmin out of the large estate. He opened the passenger door of the car for him before getting into the driver's side. Seokmin's jaw was set and his eyes had a dark glaze in them. Mingyu knew that look and what it meant. He was fine with it, expected it even, but he wanted to get to the bottom of it first.
Seokmin was treasured, spoiled beyond belief. Mingyu loved and adored him with every fiber of his being. Whatever Seokmin wanted, Seokmin got. To Mingyu, Seokmin's happiness mattered more than his own. His first priority was Seokmin. He knew him better than anyone, possibly better than Seokmin knew himself.
"What happened?"
"Just some petty things. It doesn't matter." Seokmin mumbled, looking out the window, seeing Seoul pass by in a bright blur.
"Tell me," Mingyu demanded in a voice he didn't often use outside of the comfort of their home and bedroom.
His husband, recognizing the tone, squirmed a bit in his seat, swallowing before answering. "They were making fun of me." He finally revealed. "Not outwardly, but I could tell. Their tones, their words, it was all to laugh at my expense."
Mingyu's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Who?"
"The wives of your business partners. I'm the only man among the spouses. I'm an easy target. They always ask if I'm wearing makeup, ask how my darling little novels are doing...like I'm a housewife bored with life and only the achievements of my husband matter."
"I'm sorry, Seokmin. You won't ever have to go again. I'll drop the contracts."
Seokmin finally turned to look at him, his eyes misty as he shook his head. "No, don't do that. Like I said, it's just petty bullshit. They know I married the best and we have the marriage they want."
"But you're upset." Mingyu pointed out.
"I know, but you know how to fix it, don't you?"
Mingyu did. They arrived home safely, but in record time. The moment they entered their penthouse, they were different people. Mingyu threw off his shoes and jacket, not really caring where they landed. Next to him, Seokmin was doing the same. Seokmin's eyes were wide and trusting as he looked to Mingyu.
"Bedroom, now," Mingyu ordered. "You better not have a thing on when I get up there. You have two minutes. Go."
Seokmin was quick to scurry off. When he was out of sight, Mingyu took a deep breath, letting the mask fall off slightly. He enjoyed it as much as his husband did, but there was always concern and fear that he would make a mistake. However, their relationship was built on communication, respect, and love. It would be okay. It always was.
He shed various items of his clothes as he headed to the bedroom himself. His watch, his socks, his shirt, his belt, his pants. He was in just his boxers that tightened when he entered the room and saw Seokmin bare and spread out, ready for the taking. He was an absolute vision and Mingyu wanted nothing more than to worship him, take his time memorizing every bit of Seokmin, but that wasn't what his husband wanted or needed.
From the way Seokmin's wide eyes were tracking Mingyu's every move, he could tell his husband was already deep in that floaty headspace where only pleasure, obedience, and trust existed. It usually took longer than that. He must have been really upset. It was going to be a heavy night. Mingyu crawled on top of him, taking him in. Seokmin's hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, perhaps to kiss him. Mingyu allowed him that, easing into the kiss. When they pulled away, a string of spit connected them. Seokmin whined.
"Gyu...I want-" Mingyu stopped him with a slap to his face.
The slap, though tame, sounded like a crack in the otherwise silent room. Seokmin's eyes turned a shade darker with lust as Mingyu grabbed his chin, holding his head in place.
"Shut the fuck up. I tell you what you want. You do not call me Gyu or by my name." He reminded. "What are you supposed to call me?"
Seokmin swallowed. "Oppa." He answered.
"Correct." As a reward for answering quickly and correctly, Mingyu kissed his nose. "Oppa tells you what you want. Oppa gives you what he chooses to. You take everything like the greedy and spoilt slut that you are. Understand?"
Seokmin nodded the best he could with Mingyu's grip on his face. Mingyu, not pleased, reached down and smacked Seokmin's bare thigh, making him arch and cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"Words, Slut."
"I understand," Seokmin replied.
Satisfied, Mingyu nodded, letting go of Seokmin's face. "Open your mouth."
Within an instant, Seokmin's jaw went slack, mouth wide open waiting in anticipation. Mingyu couldn't help himself as he leaned forward and spat directly into his husband's open mouth. He cupped Seokmin's chin and closed it for him.
"Swallow."
The gulp was instantaneous. Mingyu watched Seokmin's Adam's apple bob with the action. "Good job, princess." Mingyu praised. "Open again."
Just like the first time, Seokmin's mouth was quick to open. Mingyu freed himself from his restrictive underwear, his cock springing free. He was achingly hard and Seokmin's warm mouth was inviting. Even in the middle of a tense scene, Mingyu's first concern was making sure Seokmin was comfortable. He reached over, fluffing pillows and making sure the other's head was angled correctly and comfortably before he shoved dick down his husband's throat in one go. Seokmin gagged, but was used to such treatment. He quickly got to work, dragging his tongue along the base in the way he knew Mingyu loved as he hollowed his cheeks.
Mingyu groaned, grabbing onto a fistful of Seokmin's soft locks. "Look at you." He breathed out, groaning as Seokmin did a special thing with his tongue that had the other seeing stars. "Pretty mouth that's made to take cock. Only thing that shuts you up, hmm? Having your mouth fucked?"
Seokmin could only whine as drool and tears mixed at the base of Mingyu's cock. His husband looked up, giving a look that he knew what it meant. He bent one leg, giving himself a better angle to fuck continuously into his husband's throat. The sound in the room was wet as Seokmin gagged and tried his best to suck against the onslaught. It didn't take Mingyu long to cum in spurts down his husband's throat. Seokmin didn't even have to be told to swallow. He did so instantly, swallowing every last drop, licking his lips so none went to waste. The sight nearly had Mingyu hard again, but he scoffed, pulling Seokmin's hair to lay him back down.
"Just a dumb cockslut aren't you?" He sneered. "Look at you, you just swallowed a load and you're still begging for more. How pathetic."
Seokmin whined as his hips desperately wiggled, asking Mingyu to fill him. The other shook his head as he slapped Seokmin a bit harder than the first time. "Keep still, damn it. Do you think you're in control here?"
He was. Seokmin was in every bit of control. One word from him and this entire thing would stop. He would be taken to the bathroom to be cleaned up, cuddled, and pampered for the rest of the night, but it wasn't what he wanted, not right now. The beautiful thing about control, is that with trust, it could be handed over and cherished.
"No, Oppa," Seokmin answered with a rough voice due to previous actions. "You are."
"That's right," Mingyu confirmed, slapping Seokmin's red and hard cock just to see him squirm. "I am."
He reached for the lube kept in their nightstand. He poured a generous amount on his fingers, warming it up before pushing a finger into Seokmin. His husband arched with a cry, but Mingyu was unbothered as he held him down with one hand.
"Touch yourself," Mingyu told him as he added another finger.
Seokmin blinked up at him, eyes wet. "B-but...I'll cum." He pointed out, sounding confused.
Mingyu added a third and started thrusting and curling his fingers, making Seokmin arch once more with a moan. "So? I told you to touch yourself."
Seokmin let out a shaky breath as he grabbed his throbbing dick, hesitantly pumping it as Mingyu continued to finger fuck him. Mingyu hit a particular spot, making Seokmin gasp with a high-pitched moan. His hand fell off his dick and with Mingyu's free hand, he smacked it, causing the other to yelp.
"Did I say you could stop?"
"No, Oppa."
"Continue and faster."
Seokmin nodded, his mouth open in pleasure and concentration. Within seconds, he came hot on his stomach and hand. Mingyu pulled his fingers out and gave his husband a couple of seconds before sliding his hard-again cock in. Seokmin screamed at the sensitivity and tried to pull away, but Mingyu held him in place. When Seokmin didn't say his word, Mingyu continued, starting to thrust, fast and relentless. Seokmin began to sob at the overstimulation, wiggling around until Mingyu placed a hand on Seokmin's throat, lightly squeezing.
"Take what I give you, bitch. A cockslut like you should be thankful."
Seokmin, save for moans and some shifting, was quiet and still, taking everything Mingyu gave to him. Mingyu lasted a shorter time, enveloped by Seokmin's heat and tightness. He came harder though, filling Seokmin to the brim with cum. He continued to fuck into him, the white fluid making the action wetter and hotter.
"Oppa....Oppa.." Seokmin blabbered, fucked out beyond belief. "Can I please cum? Pretty please? Oppa."
Mingyu came to a slow stop as he leaned down to kiss Seokmin sweetly, taking his hand away from his neck. His headspace was starting to clear, and now all he wanted to do was take care of and spoil his husband, who was still deep in it. He continued to thrust once more.
"You can cum darling, come as much as you want. You did so well for me."
Seokmin sobbed as he came for the second time, just as hard as Mingyu had. Mingyu continued to thrust as he rode it out, but as soon as Seokmin started whining in discomfort, he gently pulled out, wrapping his arms around his husband to pull him close. He petted his sweaty hair, whispering sweet nothings to him, waiting for his breathing to return to normal.
"You were so good, baby. So good for me. You were perfect." He praised.
Seokmin slumped against him, coming down from his high. Mingyu offered him some water from a bottle on the nightstand. Seokmin drank greedily, emptying the bottle in seconds flat.
"You okay?" He asked.
Seokmin nodded slowly, still trying to pull himself out of his deep headspace. "I'm okay. Thank you, Gyu."
"Anything for you, my love," Mingyu replied with a kiss to his cheek. "Let's get you cleaned up."
The rest of the night was spent pampering Seokmin and making sure he felt better. While they both enjoyed intense nights like this, taking care of one another was most important. While Mingyu washed Seokmin, Seokmin washed him, asking him if he was okay with everything that happened as well. Mingyu reassured him that he was and turned the question around.
"You were perfect," Seokmin told him. "It was exactly what I needed. Thank you."
"As long as you're happy."
Mingyu would do anything for him.