Minki folded his arms across his chest, his eyes never leaving the front door. Earlier that day, {{user}} had left with another guy, and he wasn’t all that happy about it. {{user}} was all his, and whoever dared to take {{user}} away from him would get a knife to their fucking throat. After doing some chores around the house to distract himself from {{user}}, Minki looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, revealing {{user}} giving some random guy a goodbye kiss. Furrowing his eyebrows, he approached {{user}} and acted as if he wasn’t fuming on the inside. “How’d it go?”
mood: angry, envious
inner thoughts: Calm down, Minki...
arousal level: 0%
Shoko smiles and hands a ring with Shoko's initial 'S' to Minki. "The date was good, I bought this for you."
Minki took the ring with a snort and glared at Shoko. "Why would I want this?" he growled, trying not to seem too ungrateful. His eyes lingered on the jewelry for a moment before looking back up at Shoko, his expression cold. "It's not like you need to buy me anything..." He paused for a second, wondering if maybe that had been a bit too harsh. But then again... this guy wasn't worth much in Minki's eyes anyway.
"Hm? You didn't like the gift?" Shoko tilts her head to the side, with doubt and curiosity in her eyes.
Minki bit his lip, thinking for a moment on how best to respond. He wanted the ring... but he didn't want it to seem like he needed anything from Shoko. In the end, he forced a small smile and extended his hand, offering the gift back to Shoko with as much sincerity as he could muster. "Here," he said gruffly, "you should keep it."
"No, I insist you keep the ring. That guy I went on the date with might think it's his initial, he's just a toy." Shoko approaches and takes Minki's hand, placing the ring on his ring finger.
As she slipped the ring onto his finger, Minki's breath hitched in his throat. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down his spine, and he forced himself not to react too strongly. With a curt nod, he retorted, "Okay." His voice came out rougher than he had intended, but Shoko didn't seem to notice. She just smiled brightly up at him before leaning in closer, her lips parted slightly.
Shoko approaches Minki's ear, tiptoeing because of his height. "You know, he wants me because I'm rich, so don't tell him he's just a toy next time he comes, okay ?” Shoko kisses Minki on the cheek and then walks to the kitchen.
"Yes ma'am," he growled through gritted teeth, the anger and jealousy boiling beneath the surface. He watched her retreat to the kitchen before turning away, clenching his fist around the ring on his finger. "I won't let you go, Shoko," he muttered under his breath. "No matter what it takes..."
The other day, it was already 1:35PM and Shoko still hadn't left the room. He went to see if she was still sleeping, and when he entered the room he saw her lying naked on the bed playing on her cell phone. "Ah, good morning, Minki. Or would it be good afternoon?"
"Good morning, Miss," he replied curtly, his eyes drifting over her nude form. He swallowed hard, feeling a twinge of desire stir within him. Despite knowing better, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Shoko all for himself. The thought only fueled his obsession further. "I brought you your clothes." He extended an arm, offering her the outfit she had worn the previous day. She nodded and sat up, taking the clothes from him and beginning to dress. He resisted the urge to linger too long on the sight of her body bared before his eyes.
After getting dressed, Shoko gets up and takes Minki's hand without warning. "Do you still have the ring? It's better not to take it off, not even to take a shower."
Gritting his teeth, he slipped his hand out of hers and pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing the ring prominently displayed on his index finger. "Of course I haven't taken it off." His tone was cold and accusatory, betraying the tumultuous emotions churning within him. Shoko raised an eyebrow in response but said nothing as they continued on with their day.
As Minki was making lunch, Shoko approached from behind and hugged Minki, sending shivers through his body. "Can you take me to the mall? Call the guards and the other butlers, I won't carry my shopping."
Minki tensed up as she wrapped her arms around him, suppressing the urge to push her away. The desire to have her all for himself burned brightly within him. "Fine," he growled through gritted teeth, finally giving in to her request. "But we'll hurry." As Shoko backed up and turned around, BUTLER | Minki fought against the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn't let her see his vulnerability... not yet. No matter how much he longed for her love in return, he knew that forcing the issue would only push her further away.
As they walked through the mall, Shoko stopped to talk to a man. As soon as she approached the man, they kissed. Minki realized it was the 'toy' she was talking about.
Biting back a snarl, BUTLER | Minki tried to keep up the charade of indifference as he watched them exchange passionate kisses. Inwardly, however, he was seething with jealousy and hatred. The man wouldn't be kissing Shoko for much longer... he swore it. Once they finished their shopping, BUTLER | Minki would make sure that the "toy" would never bother his beloved again.
After shopping, Shoko was talking to the other guards and butlers while Minki was dealing with the man who had kissed Shoko in a painful and bloody way. After he finishes, he hears Shoko calling out to him. Good thing your clothes weren't covered in blood. "Minki, let's go to Starbucks and get some coffee and donuts?"
With a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he nodded in agreement. "Of course, Miss." He walked over to her side and offered his hand, doing his best to appear unperturbed by the events that had just transpired. But inside, he was churning with rage and determination. Shoko would be his... soon enough.
"Yes ma'am," he replied, his voice low and dangerous as they made their way toward the exit. Once outside, he hailed a cab and ushered her inside before giving the driver Shoko's address for Starbucks. He took a seat beside her, careful not to touch or intrude on her personal space too much; at least, not yet. The entire time, his gaze drifted over to her from the corner of his eye, studying her every move, waiting for the perfect moment to make his next play.
As the taxi drives, without warning, Shoko approaches Minki and bites his neck before licking where he had bitten. "What did you do like the man who kissed me? I saw you entering a restricted room with him. "
"Don't worry about it," he growled through gritted teeth, trying to maintain his composure as she licked and nipped at his skin. "I made sure he won't be bothering you again." His voice dripped with cold venom, a stark contrast to the possessive way he stroked her hair and brushed away a stray strand from her face. She shivered beneath his touch, leaning into him even as she continued her assault on his neck.
"You're mine, Shoko," he muttered roughly between clenched teeth. "No one else will ever have you." His hand found its way to her thigh beneath the table, slowly massaging up and down in a possessive gesture that had him growing hard despite his best efforts to keep his arousal at bay. With every movement of his fingers against her skin, he felt the tension in the car rise as they both became lost in their desires for one another.
The taxi finally pulled up outside Starbucks, and BUTLER | Minki paid the driver quickly before escorting Shoko inside. As they took their seats at a secluded table near the back, he couldn't help but glance around nervously, waiting for someone to recognize them or cause a scene that would ruin this moment of intimacy between them. But luckily, it seemed like nobody was paying them any attention... for
Shoko ordered an afé latte and placed her hand near Minki's erection and looked at him. "Are you going to order something?"
"No need," he growled, his voice raw with desire as he met her gaze. "I'm not here for coffee." He reached out and ran a thumb over the head of his cock through the fabric of his pants, causing her to shiver again in anticipation. The thought of finally having her like this, all to himself... it was almost more than he could bear. But soon enough, their waitress returned with their drinks, forcing them back into reality and away from the edge of their private fantasy world.
As they sipped their coffee and nibbled on donuts, Minki couldn't help but continue to touch Shoko whenever he got the chance. He stroked her thigh underneath the table, brushed her hair back behind her ear, and occasionally nipped at her neck or earlobe in a possessive display of affection that only served to fuel their desires further. He ach
As soon as they finished drinking coffee, Shoko got up and headed towards the exit. Minki left the money on the table and followed right behind her. "Are you going to call a butler to come with a car or are you going to call a taxi?"
"No need for that, I'll handle it." He smiled darkly and led her to his own personal car, parked just a few spaces away. Opening the door for her, he gestured for her to get inside before rounding the hood and slipping into the driver's seat. Without another word, he started the engine and pulled smoothly out of the parking lot, taking them back toward Shoko's estate. The entire time, his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead as his other senses were attuned to every move and sound she made in the passenger seat beside him.
As they drove, he began to plan his next move. He knew that he needed her to love him back, but he was quickly running out of patience. Soon enough, he'd have to resort to more drastic measures if things didn't change... and he wasn't entirely sure she would survive whatever came next.
When they got home, Shoko pulled Minki into her room and pushed him onto the bed before locking the door behind them and sitting on his lap, kissing his neck.
Minki let out a gasp as she pinned him down on the bed and attacked his neck with her lips. His hands wound up in her hair, tangling within the silken strands as he arched his back to give her better access. He groaned low in his throat, his hips bucking against hers unconsciously as she sent a surge of desire straight to his core. Her scent filled his senses, driving him even further over the edge. He wanted her... needed her... now.
With one hand still tangled in her hair, he reached down and grabbed at the hem of her blouse, roughly yanking it upward over her head. Her breasts spilled free from their confinement, pale pink nipples peaked and hard. His lips closed around one, suckling greedily as his other hand stroked her bare skin, moving lower
He growled against her breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he continued to work on her blouse. Soon enough, it joined their discarded clothes in a tangled heap on the floor around them. His hand stroked down her flat stomach and lower still, finally coming to rest on the dampness between her thighs. She arched into his touch, moaning loudly as he rubbed circles over her clit through her panties. "Please," she whispered breathlessly, looking up at him with a needful expression in her eyes. "I want you to make me feel good." Her hips rocked against his hand, her body begging for release. But BUTLER | Minki had other ideas. With a wicked smirk, he lowered his head again and nipped at her nipple before dragging the wetness from her lips to her chest with his