Wolf- Miguel ft QUIÑ

Minho drags himself off the bed and out of his room, grunting in annoyance that Johnny isn't here right now to answer the fucking door.

Yet the banging didn't exactly sound so welcoming, so Minho is a trembling mess as of right now.

If it's Karma...... He's so screwed.

After trying to gather his dignity for a moment or two, hoping it's his actual mother instead, he opens it and is instantly pushed back.

A very very angry Taehyung is in front of him.

Wait Taehyung?

Minho jumps when the door slams shut behind him and Taehyung grabs his arm, dragging him to the bedroom and practically throws him onto the bed.

"You sly fucker thought you could just avoid me for a whole fucking day?" Taehyung growls, instantly making realize by the faint accent that it wasn't actually Taehyung.

Karma.

The intimidating man closes Minho's door and locks it, snapping his blazing eyes to his shaking boyfriend before loosening a button from his black button up shirt and stomps towards him.

Minho leans back against the bed, more so scrambled back as Karma sets a knee on the mattress beside his hip, pushing his chest down so he's completely laying down while he glares at him.

"This is what we're going to do sweetheart," Karma taunts hauntingly low, "You are going to stop being a cry baby little bitch and tell me what the fuck happened last night."

Minho gulps thickly, unable to look at Karma's face with his own pursed lips, "We all promised to take care of each other and to stay loyal-"

"That's not what I fucking asked for."

Abruptly Minho is spun to his front and Karma lands his large hand against his ass, hard.

"Answers now!" Karma demands angrily, meanwhile Minho mewls the heat, shuttering a moan when Karma slaps his ass again, harder this time.

"T-Taehyung kissed Jeongguk and Jimin okay!" Minho blurts out, whining to the way Karma roughly massage his ass from his pants, "H-He was pretty gone yesterday. Even made a show on stage and just-"

Karma grabs a fist full of Minho's hair and drags his head back, meeting his teary eyes with his own monotone gaze.

"Knowing us for seven years and can't even recognize your own boyfriend, disgusting," Karma huffs annoyedly, letting go of his head a bit too roughly, "That wasn't Taehyung, or none of us."

Minho is breathing heavily, not being able to think anything properly by how Karma is torturously running his slim fingers right between his legs, forcing a shiver down his body.

"What?" He questions through this pants, inhaling a sharp breath when Karma presses his fingers where his hole is, "T-Then who was it?"

A stealthy darkness fills Karma's eyes, finding it a little amusing to how quickly his boyfriend falls like putty so easily for him, "Who knows, but it wasn't Taehyung. V and I did promise we wouldn't front so we didn't. New alter perhaps."

The staggering groans that flutter Minho's lips as Karma continues to torture his sense only caused Karma to grin, landing another hard slap against his ass.

"So for you being a stubborn and stupid asshole for ignoring Taehyung," Karma murmurs against his ear, "Time to face Karma, my baby boy."

Just as quick his words were, so were his actions. Of course, Karma isn't one to waste time with romantic shit.

He tears his button up shirt off his body, tying it tightly to Minho's wrists together and pinning it over his head. Luckily for Karma, his dear boyfriend already likes to be wandering around shirtless in the dorm so he didn't have to struggle yanking his shirt off. However with his pants he did, using his greedy fingers to dig against his smooth skin as he slides off the fabric; almost as though just ready to tear it apart.

By now Minho is a trembling mess, eager for sure, but definitely anticipated. Watching the way Karma glares at him with a deep scowl, yanking the belt off his own pants and suddenly loops it around Minho's neck, tightening it to every tug against his musclular skin.

"Babe," Minho moans, grunting with teary eyes as Karma shamelessly, and easily, flips him over with one hands and slams another smack on his bare ass, "I'm s-sorry."

"You will be."

Karma isn't one to do the whole prepping process, especially because Minho doesn't deserve it for being an idiot. So he only coats his dick with lube and hooks his fingers against Minho's hips, yanking it up and didn't go too gentle to thrust inside and through his rim.

A shrill scream pasts Minho's lips, trying so hard to set himself free from the restraints of his hands, but suddenly Karma grabs the length of the belt and yanks it back. The pressure of the leather belts against Minho's skin, more so his veins, made him nearly lose sight of consciousness but oh how did he enjoy it.

He very much enjoyed it.

"You stupid dumb fuck! I knew I couldn't stand you for a reason in the beginning," Karma growls and grabs Minho's neck from behind, pressing him down hard against the pillows, "Quick to fucking assume everything."

Minho breaks a groan, leaning back to Karma to meet with his every thrust against his prostrate, his moans growing a louder and louder pitch. The aggressive tone Karma was using wasn't even helping the slightest either way.

"I-I shouldn't h-have assumed. I-I'm so-Ah!" Minho can't even continue by how badly he wanted to jerk his dick off right now, but because of the position he's in and his restrained hands tied together he can't do anything.

And he likes it.

He likes not getting what he wants so easily.

Karma is always a thrill because he always does just that.

A guilty pleasure indeed.

"No you're not you fucking hoe," Karma chuckles sarcastically, suddenly slamming on top of him, forcing Minho to bang down against the bed, screeching in satisfaction to the sheets rubbing against his aching cock with every thrust, "You may be all manly and full of shit around Taehyung and V, maybe even with your friends. At the end of the day, you're still my baby boy, and a little bitch only for me."

Minho's skin is drenched and pink with sweat, his eyes practically rolling back to the overstimulation and the strong tug of the belt on his neck, still gasping for air but managing to make squeaking noises past his lips just like the fucking bed.

"M-Mark me," He manages to quiver desperately, shuddering when Karma's teeth grazes against his sweaty skin on his shoulder blade, "P-Please babe please, mark me. I-I will b-be-ah fuck, I'll be g-good."

A husky giggle bubbles out of Karma's mouth, tracing his rough hand to Minho's neck, all the way to his jaw and grips tightly with his fingers and yanks his head up, craning it back to press his head against Karma's shoulder.

Hiccups sprouts Minho's cold and wet lips, gripping the drenched pillow of his sweat as Karma bites the leather belt on his neck, tugging aggressively before licking over the sensitive and red skin.

"Always so submissive for me," Karma taunts against his skin, "I love your duality."

And he bites his neck, sucking and whirling his tongue against the swollen skin. Minho practically collapses on the bed, but Karma holds him up by the jaw and the belt as he thrusts faster, his own desperate whines escaping past his lips as pressure at the groin of his stomach builds up.

With a final angry grunt and a scream from Minho, Karma pins his dick inside his anus, keeping it there as he explodes his cum inside him.

Minho cries brutally, trembling feverishly as he cums at the same time on the sheets. Karma smirks with his drenched blonde hair sticking onto his skin, dragging his fingers down Minho's jaw and tugs off the belt from his neck and easing the burning skin with his soft kisses before turning his chin and clasping their lips together.

A soft kiss after their very heated moment.

Just what they both needed.

"We don't want anyone else," Karma murmurs quietly, slowly pulling away to stare at Minho's glossy eyes, "Just you baby, just you."

A small smile manages to perk Minho's lips, pecking Karma's lips once again and winces when the other pulls out of him and unties his hands. Once all the restraints were officially off Minho, he grabs Karma's body and yanks him to him, large hands grasping his face and pressing butterfly kisses all over his skin.

And that's when he hears a giggle.

Cute and soft giggles, warming Minho's heart to the familiar sound before pressing their lips together.

Taehyung is smiling against his lips through the kiss, molding it together with the giddiness filling his body and only ignites when Minho pulls away with his adoring eyes staring at him.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

His voice is so small, almost shy, unlike his other alter, and that alone didn't stop the foolish grin to spread Minho's lips.

"I should be apologizing for doubting your loyalty," He sighs heavily, digging his fingers through is sweaty hair to brush it away from his face, caressing his cheekbone, "But now we just have to figure out who fronted last night."

Taehyung nods slowly, agreeing with him, even though deep down inside he feels guilty.

This body cheated on Minho, his body, and even if it was another alter Taehyung who did it, yet he still feels guilty for it.

And it's not something he can rub off so easily, no matter how many times Minho says he forgives him.

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A/N:
Wow...... So..... How was that experience......

How are we doing?! That was pretty intense lol

So I'm not feeling too well at the moment, so I might not update again today but anything can change haha

We'll just have to see!

I PURPLE YOU! <33