[One Shot] Instincts keep me going [English ver.] {MinChan}

Title: Instincts keep me going [English ver.]

Author: Riz Aino

Pairing: MinChan (Bang Chan + Lee Know) (Stray Kids)

Rating: NC–17

Genres: AU, abo, romance, smut, pwp

Number of words: 2.2k

Summary: when Minho is angry, Chan feels excited and hot and it is the instincts that guide them in those moments.

Warnings: quite intense and slightly violent explicit sexual relations, fully consented, yes.

Notes: the story has been written to fill in the wall sex box on my card in the season of bingo project. It is inspired by an abo universe, but basically on the theme of dominant alphas and submissive omegas and that they are destined couples.

Author's comment: according to his last 2 Kids Room, angry Minho makes Chan a lot… so I had to do something with this information. I hope you like it.

 

Minho pressed his body against Chan's back, holding him against the wall tightly, pinning his arms above his head with his right hand and pinning them that way. The eldest, despite being an omega, was stronger than him, much stronger, and at any moment he could impose himself on him, but Minho was not going to let him. Oh no. That day he needed to unload all his anger, all his frustration and all that he had and Chan had to be there for him, because he was his omega, he was all his, and if he needed it to unload everything that had been accumulating in inside him during that horrible day, he could use him to take out all his frustration in sex, incredibly hard sex, so he could calm down once and for all. Chan's body shifted a little against his hold, trying to turn towards him, but Minho wouldn't let him, pressing himself even tighter against his body, impossible as it might seem, his crotch rubbing against his omega's butt, rubbing against him so that he could feel his arousal, sinking his nose into the nape of his neck and leaving a bite in place, hard, sinking his teeth into the skin, noticing the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, listening to Chan moan against the wall, panting with pleasure, causing a mischievous smile to settle on Minho's face.

 

"I'm going to make you scream and cry with pleasure and pain," he whispered against the back of his neck, licking the place he had just bitten. "And you're going to beg me not to stop."

 

Chan didn't reply to that, not at least with words, because what came out of his lips was a moan, an excited gasp, something that heated Minho up to maximum levels. The other was very sensitive, in general, any touch made him shiver, but when it was Minho, his alpha, who touched him, he wouldn't stop trembling with pleasure or moaning when he got excited; but above all, he liked it when he was rough with him, when he was angry, that turned Chan on much more than when he caressed him with affection and covered him with kisses, so he was completely sure that he had to be starting to get hard against the wall, much harder than Minho was beginning to be, rubbing his member against Chan's buttocks. He wanted to enter him strongly, with all the anger that had been accumulating that day and he wanted to let absolutely everything out without having to worry about anything, just letting himself be guided by his instincts, by what they shouted at him, without holding back.

 

His mouth searched the back of Chan's neck and began to kiss, suck, bite, listening to how slight moans came out of his omega's mouth and he kept doing it over and over again, mistreating that place, gradually deviating to his right shoulder, the place where the scar from the first bite was, the one that marked Chan's skin and marked him as his soulmate, a mirror of the one on his own shoulder, made by Chan. A fine scar, in the shape of his teeth, a small piece of skin that was much more sensitive than it should be because of it, so Minho licked the spot, feeling the older man tremble with pleasure against his body, licking the skin of the scar and then biting again, just in the right place, his teeth fitting back into the marked shape on his shoulder. Chan moaned intensely and gasped against the wall, and all Minho could do was stick much closer to his body, feeling how his member gave a small tug and hardened, excited by the moan, between Chan's buttocks, his omega. He wanted to eat him right there and he was going to… oh yeah, he was going to do it right then against the wall.

 

The hand that wasn't holding Chan's arms above his head traveled down the older man's body, touching his side, from top to bottom, first above the fabric, but it didn't take him long to slip the hand under the black shirt he was wearing, touching his skin, brushing his fingertips over his torso, following the contour of his defined muscles, pinching his nipples, listening to how the moans came over and over again from his lips without him wanting or being able to stop them. He lingered on his torso just long enough to leave him hard, sensitive nipples, and moved quickly down to his crotch, his hand slipping right into his underpants, touching his member and meeting him quite hard. Minho couldn't help but smile mischievously against Chan's shoulder. He loved that he was this turned on just because of the situation they were in, just because of a few touches and kisses, just because he was pissed off and had pinned him against the wall to do whatever he wanted with him, following what his instincts told him.

 

"I like how you look down there," he murmured. "Completely aroused… just for me."

 

Chan opened his mouth to respond, but at that very moment Minho wrapped his hand around his member and began to touch it, bringing his thumb to its sensitive tip, causing what came out of his lips was nothing more than a high, low moan, formed deep in his throat. Minho's smile widened and he kept touching him that way, feeling Chan's body tremble with pleasure against his over and over again, using the information his moans gave him to touch where he felt good the most.

 

Knowing that he wasn't going to move his arms and that he wasn't going to try to resist because he was at his complete mercy, Minho released his hold on him and used his now free hand to guide it down his spine, moving away from his body a bit so that it would fit, and reach his butt, grabbing one of his buttocks with strengh, sinking his fingers into the skin for a few seconds, causing Chan to hold his breath for those moments, releasing it later, at the moment in which Minho stopped squeezing. However, that was not the only thing he wanted to do. Quickly and masterfully, he lowered the waistband of the pants Chan was wearing to below his butt, also removing his underpants and gave the eldest a hard slap, who moaned again at a fairly high volume, his body hitting against the wall even more. Immediately afterwards a reddish mark appeared on his white skin that would gradually take on more and more color, turning a deep red, contrasting terribly with the all-clear skin of his. Turned on by it and knowing perfectly well that Chan also felt pleasure from it, Minho gave him another spank, listening to the moan that left the older's lips, echoing in his ears as if it were heavenly music, turning him on even more and, above all, everything, causing the tension and anger he felt to dissolve in his body with each stroke. One after another, on Chan's butt, until the red color turned intense on his skin, until the anger and frustration Minho felt for that day faded a little.

 

While he was Spanking him, he hadn't stopped touching him, masturbating his member with his other hand, noticing how it became harder and harder and how the pre-cum wet his fingers more and more, making the movement of his hand over this one was much easier. Chan had been much more excited by the spanking than by his kisses and bites and he was almost on the verge of cumming, of reaching orgasm, so Minho pressed his body back against Chan's broad back, inserting his own bursting member in a point between his buttocks, still inside his pants, taking his other hand to his omega's crotch, massaging his testicles while touching his member, rubbing against his butt, hard, needy, moving his fingers and his hands on Chan's erection until Chan couldn't take it anymore and he ended up cumming, his body trembling with pleasure, his member staining the wall and Minho's hand with his semen, his head leaning back against Minho's shoulder while a moan came from the depths of his throat, completely satisfied and undone, letting his body fall against him, his breathing irregular and his eyes narrowed, veiled by pleasure.

 

Minho gave him a few moments of rest, so that he could recover a bit from his orgasm, but not too long because he was still very excited and his anger and frustration still hadn't subsided completely. His whole being screamed at him that he had to get inside Chan's body so that everything would finish fading and that he had to do it now. He took advantage of the fact that the older man's body still seemed to be made of jelly to maneuver him until he dropped him again against the wall, making his butt slightly outward to have better access to him. He pulled down his pants and underpants all the way with the hand that hadn't been stained with semen and the one that was stained brought it to Chan's lips, asking for passage with a light touch of his fingers on his lower lip, putting his fingers in his mouth at the moment he opened it, beginning to suck them, cleaning his own semen from them until they were completely clean and covered in a shiny layer of saliva. Minho separated his legs and quickly unbuttoned his own pants and underwear, finally freeing his needy erection, placing it between Chan's buttocks this time skin to skin and rubbing against each other, wanting to enter the older man's body at that very moment. moment without stopping, thrusting again and again until completely satiated.

 

He removed his fingers from the older's mouth and moved them towards his behind, thrusting one in without meeting any opposition to the intrusion and thrusting in the second immediately after to create some space for himself. The advantage of turning Chan on and making him cum earlier was that his body was completely willing and ready to receive him, so it didn't take Minho more than a minute to pull his fingers out and slam into his body, grabbing his hips firmly, not being able to prevent a low moan from leaving his lips because, in that position, Chan's tightness was completely exquisite and his walls squeezed his member in a way that caused his mind to cloud. Guided by his instincts, letting himself be carried away completely by them, not caring about anything but his own pleasure and unloading everything, he began to move fast, thrusting hard, over and over again, keeping a completely maddening rhythm until he could not hold on any longer and ended up cumming inside Chan, sinking his fingers into his hips, letting his head fall between his shoulder blades, gasping for breath, feeling the weakness of the orgasm take over all his muscles along with a tingling and the sensation of absolute pleasure going through his nervous system.

 

Minho didn't know how long he spent that way, but when he regained control of himself, he left Chan's body and separated from it, moving a couple of steps away from him, observing his figure against the wall, the bites of his mouth in the back of his neck and on his shoulder, his spanking on his butt, the marks of his fingers on his hips, his semen trickling down his inner thighs. He felt so much more relaxed, so much calmer, every trace of his anger erased from his being as if it had never existed.

 

“Better?” It was the only thing Chan said to him when he turned around to face him, a satisfied smile on his face, his member in an intermediate state between erection and flaccidity. Minho knew exactly what he meant by his question and nodded, unable to find the voice to answer his precious omega. "I'm glad," he commented, walking towards him with trembling legs, pressing his chest against his, hugging his back, looking for his lips to leave a short kiss on them. “Shower?” he proposed.

 

Minho nodded and then took his lips to him in a much more intense kiss, their tongues meeting, sharing their saliva, tilting his face for more and better access, until they both gasped for air and Minho felt against his thigh how Chan's member grew and hardened. A smile appeared on his face without him being able to contain it because his whole being was screaming at him that the shower was going to be a lot of fun.