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love-puppy · 20 days

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— Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss!

Please don’t ask me what this is because I don’t know… My brain latched onto a thought™️ and would not let go. Title has jackshit to do with the fic.. naturally.

Rating; E for Explicit

Pairing; Lee Know | Lee Minho x Reader

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, creampie, poorly executed bisexuality, mentions of sharing?, mentions of ot8 + reader (more specifically, hyunjin x reader), auntie kink, lee know in a wig, vague subspace, dom!minho, sub!reader, brat!reader, exactly one instance of minho referring to reader’s cunt as stupid, established relationship, moments of seriousness, moments of unseriousness, cameos from unnamed band members, uhm… shit i don’t remember if there’s anything else.

“No, please keep it on,” you hear yourself whine, internally cringing at the horrid sound.

There must be something wrong with you. Only a deranged degenerate would ask that, only a depraved shell of a girl would ask their very male partner to keep their wig on during sex. Their long, brunette, and very feminine wig at that. Minho can see the tears brimming your eyes as you overthink your request and decides to put a stop to it instantly.

“Hey,” he rasps, hands leave his wig to grip your face lovingly, “None of that, yeah. You want me to wear the wig; I’ll wear it. Anything you ask, it’s yours.”

You hiccup, thankful that he can read you like an open book. “You don’t think I’m weird?”

“Oh, you’re definitely weird,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you deeply. It makes your cunt throb, makes you remember what you were doing before your brain took a left turn.

“Mm, but you’re my weirdo,” he says, nipping your bottom lip while grinding between your still spread legs, “and mine to indulge whenever I can.”

“Yeah, yours,” you mumble, grinding your wet cunt against the silky fabric that still hides his cock from your view.

“I know,” your boyfriend rumbles, depriving you of his warmth to pull back just enough to look where your pussy is still rubbing against his cock. “Wanna know what else is mine?”

You nod hastily, eager like you never missed a beat. Your arousal hasn’t died at all — paused, maybe — but it still thrums through you. The silky feel of Minho’s cock makes you ache, desperate for the true feel of it: bare and hard, warm flesh against yours. Still, you are a good girl, remaining mostly still as your boyfriend looks you over. You watch enraptured as he flicks the long hair over his shoulders, fixing you with a feline look that’s sharpened by the makeup accentuating his features.

“This pretty cunt,” he coos, hands gripping each juncture of your thigh and groin. He watches as you clench and gasp, more slick trickling out at his words.

“Messy, little cunt though, now, huh? Getting all sloppy over a costume.”

You’d cringe, but he’s right and he’s not poking fun. Well, not in a way that means he thinks you’re gross. Minho’s thing is always making fun of you, teasing you, being so deliciously mean that you always end up trembling in the aftermath, all fucked out and stupid. This is no different, you realize. Minho’s into this just as much and it has you keening with want.

“Minho, ah,” you moan, his thumbs spreading your vulva, soft clicks ringing out. You feel like you’re overheating when he licks his lips, dark eyes zeroed in on the flush of your cunt.

“Mm,” he hums thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side. “Think we need a new name for this, little rabbit.”

Something in you breaks, a new piece unlocking as you pant up at him with wide eyes. To be indulged so thoroughly makes you want to divulge yourself to him completely, to hand over all your control and being. You couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better lover, a better dom.

“Mommy,” he tries, gauging your reaction. You scrunch your nose cutely. “Noona?”

“No,” you wriggle, sighing when somehow his cock is finally bare against you, coaxed out of his boxers by your desperate wiggling.

Minho nods, thinking it over as he grinds forward, cockhead slipping over your clit so easily thanks to how wet you are. It’s a glorious feeling, his skin against yours. You don’t even realize you’ve said anything until he’s repeating after you, all in your space while you pant and whine.

“Auntie, huh?” he goads, ends of his hair tickling your chest. “That’s what you want, little rabbit? A pretty Auntie to take care of you? An Auntie who’s gonna hold you tight and carve that sweet, little cunt out with her cock?”

“Oh,” you gasp, hazy as your eyes dart around your boyfriend’s face.

“Yeah,” Minho nods, agreeing for you as he manhandles your legs back. “You want that,” he grins, sharp and sexy.

“I do,” you nod, agreeing though you don’t have to because Minho already knows.

“Mhm,” your boyfriend hums, releasing your legs to shimmy out of his underwear quickly before he returns to hold them. Not that he really needs to as you’ve kept them in place.

“Not gonna make you wait anymore,” he tells you, lining up his cock with your soppy entrance. “You just be a good girl and let Auntie handle you, okay? She’ll treat this pussy real good,” he says, pushing in and stretching you out.

You clench up tight, breath stolen as Minho’s cock punches its way into your lungs. Your boyfriend can only grin as your scrabble for purchase amongst the sheets, your chest heaving as he bottoms out. You are so full like this, folded and fed cock until there’s no more inches to give. You squirm and pant and beg, mouth getting away from you in order to entice Minho into moving.

“Please, please,” you huff, clenching down on his cock. “Want Auntie to fuck me. Please.”

Minho’s chest flushes, dusky nipples surrounded by a red-mauve blush. You swear his cock twitches within your walls, all the more reason you fall into a frenzy. You give him hooded, lust drunk eyes instead, begging with your face and your eagerly spasming cunt. Minho can’t believe he’s here, half dressed in women’s gear, balls deep in the sweetest cunt. His dick’s not complaining though, and neither is his brain, not when you’re so wet and hot underneath him, not when you’re so wet and hot around him.

A full, quick yet deep, thrust has your pussy gushing more slick around him as you sob loudly. Your moans are higher and raspier than he thinks he’s ever heard them, and that in turn only makes him burn hotter. Sure, dressing up as woman isn’t supposed to be sexy, but how can he not be turned on when the pussy he’s buried in just grips and sucks at his cock with a fervor that rivals any toy invented?

“Auntie, Auntie,” you whine, fucking yourself into every thrust, shoving your tits and hardened nipples into the air with every arch. “S’deep! Cock’s s’fucking deep.”

“Yeah,” Minho groans, gripping your hips tightly. “Wettest fuckin’ pussy. All sloppy for Auntie’s cock, huh? What did you in, lil’ bunny? The hair, the makeup?”

“E-Everything,” you answer honestly, clamping your eyes shut. “Looked so pretty, Auntie. Needed your cock in me so b-bad!”

You grunt as you’re moved, hips now tilted to receive Minho’s cock even deeper. The squelching of your cunt doesn’t even phase you at this point, just makes you hornier, more desperate. You’re positively soaking Minho’s cock and pubes, leaving his pelvis sticky with the essence of your greedy desire. It only riles him up more, makes his mouth run and his thrusts quicken, desiring nothing more than to unravel you. His chest rubs against yours the closer he gets, filling up the space between you and inside you all the same.

“Maybe I should wear the dress next time, too, yeah? Let you ride me like that? Get this slutty cunt dripping and making a mess all over the nice fabric?”

“Oh, f-fuck,” you whimper, hands coming to wrap themselves gently but firmly into your boyfriend’s wig.

“Could make you fuck yourself on my cock, hm? Tell you that Auntie won’t touch you until you’re so desperate for it that you’ve nearly ruined her entire outfit. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you moan, lips and mouth feel so dry from all the noise you’re making. “I need it, Auntie. N-Need Auntie’s big cock in me a-always.”

“C’mon,” your boyfriend rasps, pelvis mashing up against your clit with every movement. “Come on my cock, baby; you can do it.”

“Yeah,” you gargle, vision swimming. “I w-will. I’yam,” you slur.

Minho can feel the start of it, can practically taste your release on his tongue despite not having is mouth on you at all this evening. He’s nothing if not thorough, so of course he goes the extra mile, burning through you with just a few words.

“Y’know, maybe if you’re good and come real nice for me, I’ll tell your other Auntie just how much of a good girl you are. Think Auntie Hyunjin would like to find out how leaky this stupid cunt gets when a pretty girl fucks it raw?”

“Oh my god,” is the only thing you get out before you’re tumbling overboard head first.

You come messily, and for what feels like eons. The way you lock up tight around Minho’s cock has him spilling into you not too long after, emptying his entire soul into your greedy pussy. The wig sticks to his skin uncomfortably, itchy everywhere. Sweat has built up under it, but he doesn’t really care. Minho’s pretty sure that he’s sent you into a comatose state, the way you only twitch and blink dumbly even as your walls still grip and suckle at his cock like it wants more.

He coughs, pulling out slow as to not startle you. The wig goes next, tossed onto the floor as he rolls onto his back, maneuvering you onto your side and onto his chest so that he can cuddle you until you’re fully back with him. It takes roughly ten minutes before you’re lucid, and the first sound you make is a low whistle, like you can’t believe what just happened.

“You alright, little rabbit?” Minho asks, scratching at the base of your scalp with blunt fingernails. You nod, nosing his pec. “Welcome back.”

“Th-Thanks,” you croak, still in disbelief. Your little brain can’t let go of one tiny detail now that it’s functional, so you blurt out the thought without premise. “You know I don’t actually want to fuck Hyunjin, right?”

Minho blinks, ignoring the fact that his cock twitches at the mention of you fucking another man.

“Shame,” he deadpans, joking but also not. “He’s very pretty. More of the hot, rich MILF type, though.”

“Minho,” you drawl, looking at your boyfriend for the first time since you’ve come. “I thought that was just a ploy to get me to come.”

“It was,” he says, clucking his tongue.

“But,” you say, pushing yourself up onto an elbow; you’re definitely interested in whatever the fuck your boyfriend is trying to say.

“But,” he pauses, blinking a few times for dramatic effect, “Maybe also want to know if other auntie cocks have the same effect on you.”

You blink, open your mouth and close it again. It takes a moment for your brain to process it, both the fact that Minho — you’re possessive Minho — wants to share you and the fact that he wants to watch. Or at least that’s what you’re gathering here. Minho, as domineering and possessive as he is, wants to see you get fucked by other men?

“Not just any man,” he cuts in. “You just really seemed into the roleplay thing. Got me wondering.”

“Uh-huh,” you respond, searching his face for any hint that he’s being unserious. “Okay,” you nod, looking at him honestly. “Whatever you want, Min.”

“You think I’m weird, don’t you?” He asks, vulnerability thin but present.

“Duh,” you told your eyes, “But not for that.”

He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding, squeezing you tight. “Good.”

Good, indeed. You bask in his warmth for twenty more minutes, both of you enjoying the silence when you come to a sudden realization. The absurdity makes you laugh, rousing your boyfriend from his drowsy haze.

“Min,” you laugh around the syllable, giddy.

“What?” he groans.

“Does that mean you’re a cuck?”

“No,” he’s quick to say, but you’re interrupting before much else.

“Instead of Big Dick Energy, it’s Big Cuck Energy!” you giggle, rolling around the bed like a madwoman.

“Brat,” he growls, “Shut up before someone gets the wrong idea.”

“Too late, hyung,” someone hollers from outside the door, most likely passing by.

“Too late for what?” he hears someone else ask, and it’s all downhill from there.

“Minho’s a cuck!” you holler, loud enough for the entire house to hear as you giggle hysterically.

“I’ll show you a cuck,” he sneers, lunging as you try to scramble away.

He catches you easily, dragging you to the center of the bed by your ankles. You’re still laughing, bright eyed and gorgeous, even while being the biggest pain in the ass he’s ever known. Doesn’t matter, you’ll yield soon enough.

“Help, help!” you shout between laughs, not even fighting him as he flips you over on your belly, blanketing you with his entire frame.

“No one’s coming to help you,” he grunts, semi-hard cock brushing between your wet thighs. “They know you like it.”

You can’t argue, not when you’re poking your ass up for him. Not when you’re wiggling your hips between airy laughs, faux struggles turning Minho’s semi into a full fledged erection. It’s then that he gets his cock between your legs, tip slipping up against your still wet cunt. Your reedy giggle turns into a sultry moan when he finally pokes inside, finding a home inside your cunt once again.

“Still think you’re funny?” He asks in your ear, buried so deep that you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“Yeah,” you moan, squealing as he lands a heavy palm on your ass.

“Brat,” he mumbles again, ridiculously in love.

“Your brat,” you sigh, clenching down on him in one last ditch effort to stay true to the name.

“Yeah,” he agrees, kissing your spine before deciding to rearrange your insides.

“And Auntie will make a good girl out of you, yet.”

“Minho!”

#i #you #op #are you trying to kill me?#you want me dead #you hate me #i need to lay down

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love-puppy · 4 months

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mm just a little playful ridiculousness that my brain cooked up while half asleep… yesterday’s influx of binnie and chan has— taken me out. just had to… write something.

warnings below the cut: no actual smut!!!, changbin x reader x chan focused, mentioned ot8 x reader, brat!reader, switch!chan, switch!changbin, brief/hints of primal play, poor reader has 8 bfs but is getting no dick, horny!reader, menace!stray kids, everything is playful and nothing is serious, established relationships, polyamory, uh? i think that’s it!

you play back the video once more, one hand holding your phone and the other cradling your forehead. you’re exasperated at this point. how many videos can one person send? in fact, how many videos can the entire eight man band send you if your two favorite people when they’re supposed to be performing?! they’re right there with them for fuck’s sake!

still, you can’t say you’re angry. not when your body feels hot and your cunt is sticky, oozing slick at the countless videos of chan and changbin on stage. in reality, all eight of them look amazing. your pathetic pussy pulses as your eyes graze over each member through the screen. it’s no secret that you find them all attractive, but there’s something about the older two thirds of 3RACHA that really turns your brain to mush.

you suck in a breath as pale skin catches your eye. it’s nothing but a tiny strip — just a sliver of smooth, ivory flesh sitting just above the waist band of chan’s pants. a flash of skin uncovered from the way that tight-fitted baby tee of his has ridden up. god, you want. you’d do anything to get your grubby paws on his slim waist, anything to mark him up pretty and send him right back to JYP, all used up and owned.

another ping of your cellular has you reeling your thoughts back in, brain switching lanes like it’s a driver for NASCAR. opening up the notification has you whining as wetness drips from your hungry pussy. you shouldn’t have looked, really, you shouldn’t have.

it’s changbin this time, sweaty and glorious in a sleeveless button down and black tank. his outfit looks wonderful but it’s his arms that catch your eye — flexed with rounded shoulders and bulging triceps, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. your own teeth ache with hot desire, the urge to bite down taking over your body. you want that skin in your mouth, want to press down on his biceps with your teeth and lick where you know he smells the strongest, right inside the crux of his arm and torso.

“christ almighty,” you whimper aloud to yourself, panties sticking to your sodden folds uncomfortably, “i do not have an armpit kink.”

you don’t — you’re sure of it, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to burrow into every part of changbin’s body. you’d make a home for yourself in folds of his body if you could. anything to constantly be surrounded by one of your favorite people. the closest you can ever get to being in their skin though, is to let them inside of you.

once again, your cunt throbs at the thought, making you aware of how neglected she is. how do you practically have eight whole boyfriends and not one hole is being filled? eight men — meaning eight sets of fingers, eight tongues, eight delicious cocks and the most action your stupid pussy is getting is the rub of wet cotton against your swollen and sensitive bits.

“it truly is a tragedy, isn’t it?” a voice calls out, startling you and making you wonder if you’d spoken out loud before your brain gets with the program and realizes: someone is here.

you propel yourself off the bed, phone forgotten on the bed in favor of sussing out the person behind the voice. you nearly run into changbin’s solid chest, strong arms wrapping around you to hold you steady. chan’s peeking down at you over changbin’s shoulder, pretty eyebrow raised at you. you could melt on the spot, will melt on the spot, but not before someone gets their mouth on you. not before you get to touch and rub and kiss and all the other things you’ve been thinking about since minho had sent you the first video.

“bed,” you tug at bin’s shirt, bouncing on your toes. “look too good, gotta, gotta,” you whine, words getting jumbled.

chan pouts, a huff drawing your gaze towards him. “not even gonna say hello?”

you scoff, wiggling in your place. “hi, channie. hi, binnie. my pussy has been empty for hours now and i’ve soaked through my pants, so it would be really nice if someone could fuck me, yeah? like, right now, perhaps?”

“if you two don’t fuck her, we will!” someone else shouts, the sound of several pairs of feet trampling down the hallway meeting your ears.

chan snorts, flushing pink while changbin growls, hoisting you off of your feet and throwing you over his shoulder like a caveman.

“yah! we already called dibs,” the shorter man huffs, slapping your ass just to hear you squeal.

“guess you better hurry up and fuck me, then,” you sing song, just like the bratty little girl that you are. “seungmin looks like he’s considering his odds of winning against you in battle for my pussy.”

“pft, no one can beat me.”

“is that a challenge?”

you might be slung over changbin’s shoulder, but that doesn’t stop a muffled whimper from leaving you, eyes glued to chan who has his arms crossed over his chest, still pink but with a brow cocked, as if he’s really considering brawling with his best friend. changbin turns, leaving you to face the bedroom so that he can look up at chan, a cheeky, little smirk on his face.

“i dunno. could be! are you up to the challenge, hyung?”

there’s a pause and you squirm, anticipation and neediness swallowing you whole.

“baby?”

“yeah, channie?”

“colors?”

you gulp, cunt spasming once again. “green is good, yellow for tread lightly, and red for stop.”

“good girl,” chan coos, gaze drifting from your ass back to changbin, who has apparently found the audacity to look a little scared. “bin?”

“oh, shit, baby, hold on tight!” he giggles, already turning to make his head start.

you can’t help the laugh that spills out of you, gripping onto whatever clothing you can reach as you hear the rest of the gang call out, clearly enthused by the three of y’all’s shenanigans.

“run!”

#i think if content like this ever stops #i might perish #and die #its so good.#excuse me op while i bark at your work

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