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College has always been overwhelming for Seungmin. He juggled a lot for a guy turning twenty-one in a few days. That never stopped him from having a strict schedule. If anything it influenced him to have said schedule. He prided himself on how organized he is.
He started his days early with a thirty minute yoga video to wake his limbs up. It eased his tension from work and school, then take his time with a cold shower to wash off the sweat. He cared deeply about his hygiene. Maybe a little too much.
Seungmin didn’t have his first class till twelve, he left the house at seven-thirty for his part time job at his local cafe. He worked from eight to the third quarter of eleven which was enough time to go back home and freshen up for his classes that end at three on a good day.
After his afternoon classes he headed back home for a quick meal that was never truly fulfilling. At the end of the month he barely had money for food when paying his apartment bills came first, he always found himself stretching out his food supply. He left the apartment to his night job at five being a restaurant server. Not his favorite job but it brought in money he desperately needed.
Seungmin never knew how much that schedule would be a problem.
It started off small.
There would be medium sized black boxes tied with a glittery silver ribbon at his front door apartment. At first he thought someone may have got the wrong person till he flipped the tag. It was his name in beautiful cursive writing.
The presents didn’t stop there. Some held his favorite snacks or drinks. Others held his brand of toothpaste, shampoo and even razor. It was always things he was running low on. How did this person even know he was running low? The brand or his favorite snacks? Realistically he should’ve long reported this to the cops, possibly even moved.
He didn’t.
Seungmin was a struggling college student barely making it to the end of the month. If some s̶t̶a̶l̶k̶e̶r̶ stranger wanted to start paying for his stuff he wasn’t objecting. That’s more money saved for him.
Because of this strict schedule he was sure this person knew exactly when to drop off the gifts.
“Ask Changbin-hyung, my car is just waiting to break down.” Seungmin sighed pushing the button to his floor number, the elevator doors squeaked shut slowly.
“Changbin-hyung is going to tease me till no end! How embarrassing is it for me that l am so desperate to get laid l am willing to go to a bar with a high chance of catching a STD?” Jisung’s whiny voice echoed back on Seungmin’s phone. Seungmin shook his head exasperated.
“Sound’s like you have a problem Jisung, I have to stay in studying and would not like to risk my car breaking down trying to take you to the bar.”
Jisung groaned louder that had Seungmin’s lips twitching at the corners. Seungmin stepped out of the elevator walking down the hall to his apartment door. No black box this time. He was typing in the code, “Well I shall go bug the maknae about this.” Jisung rose from his bed with a creaking sound echoing back through the phone.
“Bye Sungie.” Seungmin said, earning a chirpy ‘bye’, the line went dead. He tucked his phone back in his front pocket just as he opened the door. The stress was there, how long he’d spend studying or what he’d eat before his second job.
He paused at the smell of food. A hint of dread filled his stomach when he stepped towards the kitchen. Everything was in order, not the pots on the stove though. Kimchi Jjigare. Seungmin lifted the lid to the smaller pot. It carried fluffy white rice that was most likely supposed to go with the stew,
Seungmin grabbed a spoon and pulled up the lid to the bigger pot. He dipped his spoon in gathering the broth to bring to his lips for a taste. His body melted at the burst of flavor that landed on his tongue. It was delicious. Seungmin licked his bottom anxiously.
Whoever has been leaving those black boxes has been going in his house this whole time.. somehow. Now they seemed brave enough to cook him an entire meal for dinner. His chest felt tingly. This was definitely not how he should be feeling knowing a person has been infiltrating his home doing gods know what.
Seungmin turned to his cabinets to pull out a bowl. How much does he really care though? This person was taking care of him in a way nobody has before. It was deeply wrong. Even his body was screaming danger despite the butterflies in his tummy. He served himself a plate anyway.
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The door beeped allowing entry as it opened. Minho shut the door behind him, sliding his shoes off by the front door. He walked further into the house that has never truly belonged to him. Yet. A pleased hum escaped his lips seeing the used plate on the counter.
Minho already knew his puppy ate, he had checked the cameras earlier to see him scarfing down the meal. It brought that possessive feeling in his chest. Seungmin was trusting him. He rolled his sleeves up to start clearing the kitchen. Final’s were up for his dear puppy, he didn’t need him stressing over the mess.
He made quick work of the dishes and put away the leftover food. Minho began his descent down the hallway where his puppy’s room was. The food was safe for the most part, well. He sprinkled in a bit of medication that would keep Seungmin asleep.
It was beneficial, he nudged the door open to Seungmin’s bedroom. Minho let out a deep breath at the sight of his sleeping puppy. He traced his gloved hand up Seungmin’s body at his approach, leaning his head down. “Hi puppy.” Minho whispered brushing their lips together,
All pink and soft. Minho tilted his head deepening the kiss, his cock gave an interested twitch in his jeans as his tongue swiped over Seungmin’s own. He pulled back licking his lips. His puppy tasted sweet. As he knew Seungmin would.
Minho’s been dreaming of this moment. He took his time conditioning Seungmin into the gifts that his puppy had no questions about the food. His native puppy. But good for him, now he had Seungmin at his disposable. Minho slid his glove off to trail it under the sheets. Warm soft skin.. his hand eventually reached his prize, shamelessly groping Seungmin’s crotch.
He deserved this, Minho has been catering to Seungmin’s needs, nothing is free in this world. He pulled the sheets down whistling under his breath seeing he was only in boxers. “All for me sweet pup?” Minho muttered, grabbing the band of his puppy’s boxers to pull down.
A cute medium sized cock was revealed to Minho’s greedy eyes. His hand wrapped around the softened flesh giving a tug. So pink at the tip, everything was perfect about his pup. Maybe not being so native but it worked in Minho’s favor. His lips parted to take Seungmin in his mouth.
Minho groaned giving an experimental suck to the softened length. Seungmin whimpered his body twisting to the side. He didn’t get far before Minho grabbed his hips pinning it to the bed. His tongue swirled around the tip, it was blissful to feel Seungmin’s dick grow in his mouth. Minho bobbed his head punching breathy whines from his pup. Seungmin’s cock grew steadily in his mouth.
He pulled off with a pop. “Oh l know, it feels so good doesn’t it?” Minho cooed, raising his gaze while pumping Seungmin’s dick. His pup had a cute scrunch to his expression even in the deep state of sleep. He kitten licked the precum beading at the tip. “Such a good puppy.. taking what hyung gives you.”
He swallowed Seungmin’s dick back down his throat already addicted to the taste of him, Minho reached his free hand down between his own legs to start jerking off. He slurped at the edges using the hand that had been pining Seungmin’s hips to cup his pups balls from underneath instead.
Minho groaned as Seungmin’s dick leaked more precum onto his tongue. He sped up the bobbing of his head to hear Seungmin’s frenzy moans. The tiny bucking movements that resembled a helpless puppy humping their favorite toy had Minho’s cock throbbing.
He pulled off Seungmin's dick stroking the foreskin down to reveal more of that pink tip. Minho parted his lips letting a creamy white glob of spit drip down onto the wet tip, using his thumb to rub it in. If he could reach for his phone and snap a picture he would. Selfishly he kept his hand on his dick speeding up the strokes. “Good puppy.. Cum for hyung.”
Minho mouthed at Seungmin’s balls sucking one into his mouth. He pumped his puppy's dick faster earning more sweet mewls that had Minho reaching his peak. It took raising his head to deep throat Seungmin once again for the spurt of cum to come. His throat bobbed when he swallowed.
He sat up the limp cock sliding out his mouth, his lips were left puffy with spit on his chin. Minho pulled his own hand out of his pants that were covered in cum, he licked his hand as he stared at Seungmin. “Mine.. you are all mine pup.” He muttered leaning in to press their lips together. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand did he rise from the bed off Seungmin.
The rest of the time was spent cleaning off Seungmin’s body to hide any evidence of what he’s done. With a gentle tug he pulled the blanket back up the boy’s body.
He pressed a kiss to Seungmin’s forehead.
Minho grabbed his gloves from the nightstand pulling them back on. He turned on his heel leaving the bedroom, double checking the cameras to make sure they were still charged throughout Seungmin’s apartment, did he allow himself to finally leave.
Till next time.
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Seungmin’s alarm blared on the nightstand, a dreadful sound to wake up from but he forced his body to rise. He grumbled turning his head to the side grabbing his phone. Yoga warmup time.. he slid out the bed stretching his arms above his head with a satisfying crack to his bones.
He pulled the blanket off his body. Seungmin felt sticky and gross, he didn't sweat in his sleep. At least he doesn’t think he does. He slid out the bed making his way to his kitchen for a cup of tea before his yoga video. Seungmin froze at the sight that greeted him.
A note.
My Puppy ♡ ~
Seungmin’s eyes trailed to the bag. He opened it slowly, it was a to-go breakfast spot plate. The butterflies were back in his stomach. He could miss one day of yoga for this meal..
“Hi, what can l get started for you?” Seungmin asked raising his gaze. He was flashed with the most beautiful man he has seen these past months. This man had striking blond hair that was styled in a short textured cut suited to his sharp facial features.
His eyes were almond shaped with a deep dark brown eye color, it stood out with his fair skin and contrasted well with the blond hair. “That’s quite the mean stare you have.” The other man mused his lips twitching at the corners.
“No! Sorry, you–” Seungmin trailed off awkwardly. Either he would come off as an asshole or admit he was ogling the man in front of him. “You’re hair. It looks nice.” He finished. A simple compliment.
“Thank you,” The man pulled out his wallet to pay. Wait. What was his order again? He had been too busy staring to actually hear the customer’s order before being called out. Fuck. “Wait– sorry sir, can you repeat your order for me?” Seungmin interrupted.
The man raised a questioning brow that had Seungmin’s cheeks warming.
“Just so l know I got it right.” Seungmin’s voice got lower, this was really embarrassing. “It was only a black coffee.” The man snorted.
Seungmin swore he could feel the tip of his ears turning red. “Ah.. right, my apologies.” He would not be able to live this interaction down. “The name for the order?”
“Lee Minho.”
Seungmin nodded writing the name on the cup. Minho was a handsome name too, he looked up to see the man still standing there staring at him. “Was there anything else?” His head tilted.
“My name. How did you spell it?” A simple question. “L-E-E M-I-N-H-O” Seungmin spelled out staring at the cup where he wrote the customers name, when his eyes met Minho’s again he felt a chill run down his spine. Were his eyes filled with some possessive pride? Could he even call it possessive.
“Congratulations, you spelled it right.” Minho nodded in approval, swiping his credit card against the scanner.
“Was there going to be some type of punishment if l didn’t?” Seungmin resorted back with a small laugh watching the payment go through.
“Did you want a punishment Kim Seungmin?”
Seungmin’s pupils dilated, one word? Shocked, Minho who wore an expression that screamed a cat who got the cream. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. “If it’s from you.” That was definitely not an appropriate thing to say to a customer.
He could be fired or charged with assault, an apology was on the tip of his tongue–
“We will see.” Minho smiled stepping away to keep the line flowing.
Seungmin’s arms filled with goosebumps as he watched Minho head to a table in the corner, opening his phone. He gripped the ipad in front of him to stop the quaking of his hands. “Goodmorning, What can l get you?” He asked the next customer.
How did he know my last name?
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“Don’t get cocky Minho, your confidence won’t save you from prison.”
Minho rolled his eyes running his hand down Dori’s back who was purring steadily on his lap. “He’s right where l want Channie, it won’t be hard to convince him that l am the love of his life tonight.” He sighed with a dreamy look in his eyes.
“I pray for his soul. He doesn’t know the devil is going to be on his doorstep soon,” Chan began his gaze down on his phone. “How do you know for sure he’s even going to allow you.”
“It’s nothing a little drug can’t fix.”
Minho fished out his phone clicking on the camera app he installed to watch Seungmin. “Puppy should be starving when he gets home. Won’t even question the food l made him.” He scrolled through the camera feed.
“You are sick.” Chan laughed leaning his head back on the couch. He placed his phone in his lap to stare at Minho.
“I am in love. There is a difference.” Minho raised his own gaze to glare back at Chan. “Yeah crazy in love.” He said under his breath, Minho ignored it when the camera’s pinged sensing movement in Seungmin’s house. His puppy was home.
“Hyung! Can you take me to Felix’s house?” Jisung called from the kitchen. He walked in holding a bowl of chips.
“Ask Minho. He’s heading out soon for his puppy.”
Jisung’s gaze trailed to Minho who was watching his phone intently. “Seriously, I should’ve never introduced him to you.” He stuck his tongue out in distaste earning a laugh from Chan who reached into Jisung bowl to snag a chip.
“Oh shut it.” Minho grunted tapping Dori, Dori sat up stretching with cat-like grace before hopping off. He stood up tucking his phone away. “Let’s go Jisung, I will drop you off on the way.”
“Coming~” Jisung squealed dumping the bowl of chips on Chan’s lap to run down the hall and grab his night bag.
“Use protection Minho!”
Minho didn’t hesitate to show Chan his middle finger.
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Seungmin had just gotten home. He was exhausted, praying there was a hot meal waiting for him. A relieved sigh escaped past his lips when he saw pots resting on the stove. He served himself a plate wasting no time.
It was spicy and savory in the right places. Seungmin swore he could taste cinnamon too. A nice touch. Which meant it didn’t take long before he finished the bowl of food. He slid out the chair to get ready for his nighttime routine. Usually he doesn’t eat like that, but whoever has been cooking him these meals really outdoes it. How could he not devour it?
Seungmin paused mid way to the bathroom, his brows furrowed. His limbs felt weirdly tingly. He kept walking, chalking it up to being tired from the day. The rush hour had been intense at his second job.
He nudged open his bathroom door starting the shower.
Tired.
Seungmin was extremely tired. He barely made it through his shower no less his skincare routine, as soon as he exited the bathroom he headed straight for the bed slumping on top with a miserable moan.
His limbs felt heavy. Seungmin rolled onto his back, a fuzzy sensation was crawling its way to his body and he had no idea what it was. Was it truly exhaustion? Seungmin's eyes fluttered shut hoping to catch some sleep so this feeling could go away.
Warm.
A warm sensation was moving up his body, it was comforting– but felt so physical.. His eyes shot open.
A figure was next to him. A man to be exact. Seungmin’s eyes widened in genuine fear when he realized who it was. The man from the coffee shop this morning. Lee Minho.
“You are okay puppy.. Relax.” Minho crooned, tracing his hand under Seungmin’s pajama shirt. Seungmin made a pitiful noise trying to turn away to do anything but nothing was responding. Everything was heavy and fuzzy.
“It’s muscle relaxation. A concerning amount to drug you with but not enough to kill you.” He whispered pulling the covers off Seungmin’s body. “It’s only to make this process easier puppy.”
Seungmin felt the cold dread fill his stomach, it may have been the realization that this had been his stalker or he was completely hopeless to anything Minho was going to do to him right now. “N–N..” He started but it was nothing more than a slur of words. His tongue was too heavy. “Shh.”
Minho cut off tracing his other hand up to run over Seungmin’s lithe waist. “Your only choice is to accept what l give you pup.” Without anymore to say, Minho parted Seungmin’s legs to slide between.
Seungmin had to watch as Minho pulled his pajama pants off and his boxers in a single motion.
“Your cock is pretty tempting to suck again, but.. feels like I will die if l don’t get inside of you right now.” Minho huffed like it was amusing. He reached over into Seungmin’s ajar nightstand grabbing a bottle of lube.
Seungmin’s mind was pulsing, this guy knew exactly where that was. It only confirmed Minho has been in his stuff around the apartment. Snooping but also touching Seungmin without him being aware? Tears began to prick his eyes.
“Already crying for me?” Minho hummed coating his fingers with lube. He rubbed his fingers together to warm it before prodding at Seungmin small entrance. The first finger eased itself in slowly wiggling around.
Seungmin let out a quiet gasp his head lolling back. Minho traced his other hand under Seungmin’s thigh to lift it over his shoulder. He pushed in the second finger thrusting it in and out slowly to watch the slick cream build around his fingers. “Your hole is opening so well for me.”
Minho cooed scissoring his fingers inside of Seungmin. It brought out breathy cries from the other who was helpless to just take it.
“Fuck. You feel delicious,” Minho pulled his fingers out watching the thin string of lube connect his fingers to Seungmin’s hole. It was a lewd sight. Seungmin choked on a whine of protest at the sensation. His cheeks flushed when Minho raised his gaze. “You want to be filled so bad huh.”
Seungmin gulped the spit that had been pooling in his mouth. It didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, he grinned unbuckling his belt to slide out his already weeping cock beading with precum. He grabbed the lube to smear it over. Minho let out a quiet groan with each pump of his hand on his cock. Seungmin felt delirious at the sight, he was telling himself he didn’t want this. That it was forced–
But how could he ignore the way his dick was aching between his legs, or how his hole was stretched out for Minho’s cock..waiting.
Seungmin’s limbs began to quiver at all the emotions he was feeling at once. “You are too sweet puppy, so eager without realizing." He bumped his tip against Seungmin’s slick hole rubbing it in a circular motion. Minho grunted grabbing underneath both Seungmin’s thighs to bully his cock in slowly.
Instant ecstasy.
Seungmin felt the stretch, it felt like he was being split open as Minho slid inside. He wheezed throwing his head back, his walls pulsed around Minho to adjust.
“Fuck.. fuck, you are so tight.” Minho breathed out completely bottoming inside of Seungmin. He held no mercy. It was too perfect not to start. He began to move, his thrusts starting slow and deep.
The pace wasn’t enough for Minho’s greedy self apparently.
Seungmin lets out a sob as he’s practically bent in half so Minho could reach the deepest parts of himself. His body jerked up with each rough thrust of Minho’s hips. A mewl is torn from his throat as Minho pulls back to slam back inside with a lewd squelching noise. It’s so wet. Each thrust was heavy and punishing, a rhythmic, slamming motion that sent a loud, wet slapping noise.
So big. It was exactly what he needed. He doesn’t know when his limbs stop feeling so heavy but in that moment his arms were wrapping around Minho’s neck to steady himself. “Hgnm..!~” Seungmin gasps, burying his face in Minho’s neck.
Minho let out a breathless laugh. He doesn’t tease though, he merely angles his hips a certain way to slam into a spot that has Seungmin moaning louder. His toes curled tight. “Oh gods.. Mghm-ah..!~” Seungmin garbled his insides clutching, his slick walls were a throbbing mess.
“Shit– good boy, such a good boy for me.” Minho pounded Seungmin, the sound of their bodies colliding the wet, slapping skin on skin was the only thing filling the air, a primal soundtrack to their scandalous encounter. It made Seungmin dizzy.
His hand dipped down to wrap around Seungmin’s leaking cock. He jerked the other off at the same pace as his thrusts. It was enough to make Seungmin writhe against him. Minho yanked Seungmin back onto his cock before the puppy could squirm too far away. “There you go. Take it pretty puppy– fucking take it.”
“Too much..~ ah-ah!”
The squelching noise picked up with each slam of Minho’s hips. It was the sound of the slick, wet friction, a rhythmic squelching noise that made Seungmin feel hot with pleasure. He shoved weakly at Minho’s chest, it was too much, everything was too much for him right now.
Minho leaned forward pressing their chests together, hiking Seungmin’s legs higher, “Don’t fight me puppy. You want this don’t you?” He mocked in a sympathetic way. Seungmin tried shaking his head but it was useless. Tears were streaming down his cheeks when a broken hiccup escaped past his lips just to turn into another wet moan at the snap of Minho’s hips.
“Oh yes you do, do you feel the way you squeeze me? Your body crave–”
“No! no..no!” Seungmin whined miserably. His body jerked when a rough slap landed on his ass. “Wait!” Three more rough smacks landed in quick succession. It was turning his head into complete mush. The spark of pleasure buzzing down his spin, his eyes rolled back, hands smacking against Minho’s biceps for grip.
His gaze was intense. Minho picked up his thrusts, “You’ve been accepting my gifts Minnie,” He brushed his lips against Seungmin’s ear with a sharp bite. “Accepting my food.. Showing me how eager you can be for my cock.” Another word of protest would’ve come from his mouth but Minho didn’t allow it. Seungmin completely slumps, body melting when his ass was dealt with another slap. “You have already accepted wanting this, me.”
Seungmin looked at Minho through his glossy eyes, it felt like a out of body experience, being fucked so hard into his bed it was creaking. The squelching wet noises were practically white noise. “You are mine Kim Seungmin.”
He surged forward connecting their lips in a slick wet mess. Seungmin shakily traced his hand under Minho’s jaw, sliding his tongue desperately over the others. A groan escaped Minho’s lips, meeting the sloppy kiss with equal fervor. The sensation of Minho’s wet mouth paired with his cock fucking into him? He didn’t stand a chance. He could feel the pressure building in his gut, a frantic, white hot explosion waiting to happen.
The kiss broke as they breathed heavily against each other's mouths. Seungmin leaned down burying his face in the crook of Minho’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of the guy who has been stalking him for months, now fucking him into his mattress. He cried out, Minho increased the pace an intense searing heat building, his hips a blur of unorganized, frantic motion as he reached his own release.
“Please– please..!”
“What are you begging for puppy? Tell me.” Minho was lost in Seungmin’s wet heat, swallowing his cock whole.
“C-Cum. Want to cum, please..~” He was almost there. A white flash waiting to pop into a wave of pure ecstasy. It was like mercy when Minho’s hand wrapped back around his cock pumping it in time with his thrusts. Seungmin screamed, his eyes rolling back in his head at the first wave of his climax crashed over him.
A grunt escaped Minho at the sheer tightness that embraced his cock, he buried himself deep pumping semen directly inside. Seungmin hiccuped, gaining back a bit of his consciousness at the intense hot-flash he experienced, his eyes traced over Minho’s body. Taking it in. His arms fell from around Minho’s neck, fingers weakly curling into the rumpled sheets below him.
He shivered as Minho pulled back, cum seeping from his abused puffy hole. “No more..” Seungmin kicked his leg out when he felt fingers stuff the cum that was leaking out back in.
“I know puppy.”
Seungmin brows furrowed watching the others gaze that was staring blatantly at where his fingers were stuffed. They were both a sticky mess, sweat, Seungmin’s cum dripping down his own tummy and Minho’s. When did he even get undressed?
With a groan Seungmin rolled his head back against the pillow forcing his body to relax even with a stranger in his bed.
“All mine.”
He was beginning to believe it too.