#lee minho smut
consort 03 | minho
pairing: lee minho x reader
word count: 4.6k
genre: historical au, arranged marriage au, enemies-to-lovers
warnings: period-typical sex misinformation, poor communication skills, intense eye contact, hope y’all are ready for some tension
Surely any victory Minho could claim from last night was hollow. Last night, at least for a little while, you felt…
You felt like equals.
The journey back to your bedchambers was unbearably long, and your silence only dragged it out further.
With every step, your mind struggled to put together what had just happened.
That word echoed in your thoughts, pulsing again and again like a war drum, consuming you.
You could only imagine what the servants were thinking, following behind you. You could only imagine what they saw in you – hair rumpled, expression grim, head held high as you pad barefoot along the stone floor.
You took the furs with you.
You supposed this decision was a touch petty, but if Minho refused to tolerate you in his space, why shouldn’t you make a piece of it yours instead?
And if you taking these furs became an issue…
Well, he knew where to find you.
A bath was already running for you when you arrived – surprising, considering the fact that no one expected you to be leaving Minho’s chambers anytime soon. You could imagine the hurry the attendants must have been in, and the gossip that must have been exchanged.
“Thank you,” you told them, bundling the furs around you into one manageable heap and dropping it onto the floor. “I’d appreciate it if you allow me some time alone. I have no issue bathing myself.”
You were ready to stand your ground on the matter, but instead, the servants acquiesced immediately.
“Yes, Your Highness,” they said, bowing so low that you were left gawking at the top of their heads.
‘Your Highness’. It was a small shock to the system when you realised that was you now. That was your new title.
You made no move to undress until your attendants were gone and the doors were firmly shut behind you. Even then, you took a second to close your eyes, and basked in the quiet.
Your eyes snapped open, mood soured once more.
It didn’t help that you were so sore – every step you took towards the bathtub sparked another twinge of pain, another reminder of Minho. Of your wedding night.
You were married now. A woman. A wife. Wedded and bedded, just like that.
Taking a deep breath, you slipped off your silks easily enough – trying hard not to recall the last time you did so – and eased yourself into the hot water.
It was rare that you found yourself alone with your thoughts.
In the past, you had attendants, servants, chaperones, tutors - and you had Felix. Cheerful Felix, never a thought in his head that he wouldn’t say aloud. There was no ambiguity to him – you never had to guess at his intentions. He was open. Honest.
Never so irritatingly indecipherable.
As soon as you allowed yourself to think about Minho, your thoughts came all at once, tangled and confused and infuriated. There was nothing coherent, you were just consumed by all the things he’d done to you. The things he’d done with you.
It was too much to just stew on – there was no room for careful thought, no way to approach all this logically when you were so overwhelmed.
With no better option, you tried an old favourite to calm yourself down.
Taking a deep breath, you pressed your hands against your mouth and ducked your head under the warm water.
And you screamed against your palms in rage, the sound muffled by your hands, the water, the closed door.
You screamed until there was not a single bit of air left in your lungs, until your chest was aching, until your mind had gone fuzzy, until you could feel the imprint of teeth in your palm begin to hurt.
When you resurfaced, gasping for breath, you felt better.
Ready to face this new situation.
As you said just last night, politics was a game. Every game had rules, and every player needed a strategy.
You closed your eyes, and tried to work your way through the game thus far.
You and Minho were married. Minho did not want to consummate the marriage, but you did so anyway and–
No, that wasn’t right.
Minho did want to. Or at least…he didn’t seem to care either way?
That was the most accurate way to describe it, you decided. He didn’t care if the marriage was consummated, but it was and it…
It was fine. He was…
You buried your face in your hands, feeling it heat.
He did it right, that was how he had phrased it. He did it right…except he didn’t, you didn’t bleed like you were supposed to.
Was that it? Did he think you’d lied?
But no, he didn’t seem to care about you not bleeding either.
Minho didn’t seem to care about most things, it seemed.
…No. No, that wasn’t right either.
Last night, Minho was…considerate. If he held any kind of resentment, he hid it well. He was patient. Attentive. You might have even gone as far as saying he was kind.
And yet, today, he was not. He was the same Minho you’d known before. Cold, distant, sharp.
That was the big contradiction, plaguing your thoughts. Minho didn’t care about consummation…until he did. Minho didn’t care about your opinion of him…until he did. Minho didn’t care about what was expected of the two of you…until he did.
Maybe last night was a trick. If you knew a man to be cold and cruel nine times out of ten, then surely the one time he wasn’t was suspicious. Surely?
But why would it be a trick? What would he have to gain from that? You were already committed to consummation beforehe decided to put up this supposed facade.
Unless it was a test. To see how easily you could be manipulated, with just a few kind words.
The thought brought a sick, dreadful twist to your stomach. You swallowed thickly, tilting your head back to look up at the ceiling.
Because you had.
One brief glimpse of softness, and you had been putty in his hands. Had you seemed weak? Foolish?
Perhaps that had been his goal all along – seeing you vulnerable, seizing an upper hand that you had just so readily offered to him. Maybe that was his victory.
And yet, that also didn’t sit right with you. For every whimper he had stolen from you, you had forced one from his own lips. You had rendered him just as defenceless, just as eager for your own touch as you had been for his.
You could still hear that whispered confession, barely a breath, when you asked if he was looking forward to sliding inside.
Surely any victory Minho could claim from last night was hollow. Last night, at least for a little while, you felt…
You felt like equals.
You stared down at the water, struck dumb, watching the faint, luminous swirls of scented oil collect on the surface.
What a dangerous thought to have.
You dunked your head under the water again – not to scream this time, but to wash away the melancholy that had taken root inside of you.
There was no use in trying to guess Minho’s motivations, not when you had such little information to go on. You were left with more questions than answers.
Instead, you decided to focus on yourself, as reality was slowly sinking in, you couldn’t help but ask yourself…
You were married. Not exactly in the circumstances you had imagined, but you were married nonetheless. A chapter of your life had finished.
So, what did you do now?
What did you want?
It was this question that lingered in your thoughts as you washed yourself, replaying over and over until you could find an answer.
There were the little, tangible things you wanted. A good meal, to replenish your energy after such a long night. A few hours of gentle, uninterrupted sleep. Simple, easy desires, perfectly within your grasp.
Most, however, were quite the opposite.
There were things you wanted that you had no control over. You wanted your parents to stay healthy, you wanted bountiful harvests and mild winters, you wanted the coming summer to stretch long into the year and keep the air so blissfully warm.
You wanted Felix to be happy. Safe. You wanted to know why he left without saying goodbye.
And then there were the greater concepts – the things you couldn’t quantify or hold in your hand, and yet the things you desired so deeply.
You wanted security, you thought, as you rinsed your hair. Nothing in this court was certain – favour came and went, whole royal dynasties have toppled in the blink of an eye – but you wanted it all the same. You wanted to feel safe.
You wanted respect, you thought, rising to your feet and carefully stepping out of the bathtub on shaky legs. You wanted your opinion to matter, you wanted your voice to be heard. You wanted to be looked upon and seen, admired, taken note of.
Maddeningly, an image of Minho flashed in your mind from last night. Kneeling between your parted legs, eyes dark and burning as he watched you carefully, based every movement he made on your reaction, worked towards your pleasure. It was a heady enough image that your grip tightened on your fresh linens, and you felt just the faintest twinge deep within your core.
You wanted what you had in that moment.
You wanted power.
It took nearly an hour to prepare you for dinner. If you had any doubts about your new status as a princess before, they were quickly dispelled as you were manoeuvred into layers upon layers upon layers of garments – most of them gossamer-thin, layered to keep your skirts full, perfectly hidden under your gown and yet weighing you down.
Your fingers absently stroked over the material of your dress. Blood-red, the colour of the royal family. The jewels in your hair and at your throat were a similar shade. You were stained, from head to toe, in Minho’s colours. You were his, every inch of you, presented for all to see.
You hoped, desperately, that once these wedding celebrations were over and your dinners could be taken privately again, you would not have to be put through this rigmarole each day. Your body wouldn’t be able to take it, you thought, already aching under the weight of so much finery. You were exhausted the moment you stepped out of your chambers.
Tradition dictated that you and Minho would enter the dining hall together – as every royal newlywed couple had done before you, without exception.
And yet, honestly, there was a moment where you worried that Minho would ignore that tradition and leave you to face the embarrassment of walking into that banquet hall alone.
He did not – but you did not appreciate how long he had left you waiting, squirming, stewing. Any relief you felt at his appearance quickly morphed into irritation at the nonchalance in his gait, the bored expression on his face.
You despised that small, sentimental spark in your chest that only swelled as he came closer. You despised the tiny shred of disappointment at his expression, as if you had been expecting something…different.
“You’re late,” you snapped, unable to help yourself.
Minho raised an eyebrow, unruffled. “Princes are never late. You shouldn’t have arrived so early.”
On second thoughts, maybe you wouldn’t even make it to the banquet hall. A lifetime of etiquette lessons drilled into you was the only thing stopping you from storming away on the spot.
Instead, you took a second to inhale slowly. One. Two. Recover your composure.
You let that breath out, and plastered on the politest smile you could. If Minho could forge a mask of cold disinterest, your mask would be warm, gentle smiles.
“Are you going to offer your arm?” you asked, voice perfectly neutral.
Minho opened his mouth to respond, before pausing – and you hated that his pause, the way he drew out his silence, was enough to keep your eyes lingering on him.
He wasn’t dressed quite as elaborately as he had been for your wedding, but you recognised similar elements. The high neck of the coat, the blood-red sash. His breeches were form-fitting, in a way usually reserved for riding horses, not for typical use. Perhaps this was the new fashion for men. Perhaps he had realised such a style suited him.
Not that you were looking, of course.
“If you insist,” Minho said, and it took you a split-second to realise he was referring to his arm. You blinked as he raised it, letting it hover between the two of you.
This would be the first time you touched since last night.
You swallowed, that thought weighing heavily on your mind as you glanced up at Minho’s face.
Dispassionate. Aloof. Utterly indifferent.
Your jaw clenched, and you turned your face away, even as you raised your own arm to link with his. The material of his sleeve felt so soft, almost like silk, as you dug your fingers into his arm.
“After you,” Minho drawled, ignoring your vice-like grip on his arm. He wouldn’t be slipping away, not at this moment at least.
Your entrance into the banquet hall was appropriately dramatic. Every pair of eyes were fixed upon the two of you, and you made sure to greet each with a pleasant smile. There would be enough whispering about how quickly you departed from Minho’s bedchambers. You would not add any fuel to that fire.
As the eldest son, the precious heir and beloved crown prince, Minho was always seated at the king’s right hand. It startled you for a moment to realise your place was now with them, with the royals. You would be presiding over the nobles, not amongst them. Isolated, almost, you thought as you took your seat next to Minho.
By habit, your eyes naturally darted to the king’s left side – passing over the queen, settling on the seat left empty, out of respect for the king’s absent second son.
You turned away immediately – almost quick enough to go unnoticed. But there was no mistaking the way Minho eyed you carefully, and when his gaze flickered to Felix’s empty seat, you almost felt caught out.
You buried this ridiculous thought as soon as it arose. You’d done nothing wrong, why should you feel any shred of guilt?
But before you could even think to challenge him on this, you were interrupted. The king, a picture of grandeur, drenched in riches, rose to his feet and a hush fell over the banquet hall.
“A toast,” he declared, holding up his goblet, “to Their Royal Highnesses.”
He turned, ostensibly to give a warm smile to his eldest son and newest daughter-in-law, but there was something in his gaze. You realised in that moment which parent Minho had inherited his unimpressed stare from.
“May their union bring them joy,” the king said. “And children, soon to follow.”
News travelled fast in this castle, and the whispers of this today’s events had reached the king.
You felt a terrible pang of embarrassment, curdling its way through your insides. By your side, you felt Minho tense as he reached the same conclusion.
It was his fault, you wanted to shout. It was his idea to cast you out, to break tradition.
A hand curled around yours, and you startled, head whipping around to see Minho linking your fingers together, bringing your entwined hands up to his lips. He stared at you, wearing a smile that did not reach his blank, bored eyes, as his lips brushed your knuckles in the perfect display of marital affection.
It was forced. It was false. It made your stomach curl, even after Minho released your hand.
But you refused to be outdone, to allow Minho alone to carry this perfect, princely image.
Rather than withdraw your hand immediately, you instead let it drift to his cheek, fingertips brushing the skin just slightly as you pretended to tuck away a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
Your eyes stayed on his the whole time – telling him silently that you knew what he was doing, how he was playing the public so easily.
Something sparked within his eyes – definitely nothing warm, but something…alive. Something more than just the dead-eyed stare he’d had when kissing your hand. An edge, perhaps. A gleam of recognition.
You didn’t talk for most of the feast. Occasionally, Minho’s father engaged him in conversation – political, from what you could gather, but nothing serious. Place names and noble houses were scattered throughout their talks, some you recognised, some you did not. You wondered if that was what passed for small talk for the royal family.
You wished the queen was sat closer to you. You knew her far better than her husband, and you had no trouble making conversation in the past – she was a friend of your family’s and, of course, Felix’s beloved mother. But instead, she sat on the king’s other side, completely silent.
Your heart ached, for a moment, when you thought about Felix’s empty seat beside her. You supposed her usual conversation partner was now gone.
Because of you.
The food – so perfectly prepared, flavours subtly balanced, rich and creamy and fresh – turned to ashes in your mouth. You chewed through each dish, swallowing each mouthful like forcing down a lump in your throat. You found yourself refilling your glass with every new course, the water perfect for helping you finish each bite without retching.
It was only about halfway through your meal that you realised what might come after. The evening had arrived, and once plates were cleared away, you were free for the night.
‘Free’ in the loosest possible sense of the word. Everyone was expecting you to return to Minho’s chambers tonight.
You chanced a look at Minho, trying to gauge his thoughts. Was he also expecting you to follow him to bed, to repeat the motions of last night as if nothing had happened?
You were already so sore, the thought of having him push inside you again made you wince.
You didn’t want that. Not tonight, not when you were still aching.
That was that, you decided, taking another sip of water. There was nothing from him you wanted tonight, nothing he could offer that could tempt you to accept.
And then, unbidden, the memory of his face buried between your legs flashed in your mind – and you choked on your water.
The sound of your coughing caught Minho’s attention, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw his head turn towards you. His eyes on you only made your face heat even more – could he tell what you were thinking? Was it visible on your face?
You managed to quieten yourself, coughing subsiding as you forced another sip of water to soothe your throat, and he turned away without a word.
But you had to know now. It was as if that one thought had set something loose in your mind, sparked a sudden urgencywithin you. You had to know what Minho’s plans were tonight, what he was expecting. You had half a mind to blurt it out, confront him directly right then and there.
You didn’t, of course. Not with Minho’s father sat right there beside him. That would have been mortifying.
So, you were forced to bide your time. You sat through the remainder of the courses, half-listening to conversations, all too aware of Minho at your side, the way his shoulder occasionally brushed yours when he shifted in his seat. You picked at your dessert – some kind of berry compote, encased in pastry that Felix would have adored – until finally, an opportunity came.
The queen, graceful as always, got up from her seat and bowed her head towards her husband. She murmured something about retiring early, her accent still so very strong after so many years within the palace, the accent she had passed on to her son, and bent down to kiss her husband on the cheek.
He stood up to join her, pausing only to look over his shoulder at you and Minho. “Good evening to the both of you. Congratulations on your marriage.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” you responded automatically, bowing your head respectfully. “Good evening.”
Minho stayed silent, and when you glanced up, you realised he was staring down his father – or perhaps, it was the other way around. Neither looked particularly pleased.
But if this staring contest lasted any longer, people were bound to look over, and whispers would start up all over again, eager to explain the stern look on the king’s face, or the cold set of Minho’s jaw.
In a panic, your body defaulted to the same action you used on Felix, whenever you needed his attention.
You reached out and, before you could even think to stop, you pinched Minho’s side. Hard.
He jolted, almost jumping clear out of his sight, his entire body spinning towards you in shock. You realised, suddenly, how rare it was to lay a hand on the crown prince. You may very well have been the first.
“Minho,” you said, sweetly, carefully, trying your best to seem unbothered. If you had been anyone else, what you had just done might have been enough to be declared treason, if Minho was feeling particularly cruel.
But after today, perhaps you were the one feeling particularly cruel.
You withdrew your hand, and once again, you put on that gentle smile. “You forgot to wish your father good night.”
Minho’s reaction was everything you had secretly dreamed of – so perfectly indignant, anger burning in his eyes but lips still parted in shock, as if he can’t quite believe what you’d just done. You knew, in that moment, you had pushed his buttons so perfectly.
Behind Minho, the king was watching you, one corner of his mouth curled up in the tiniest of smirks. The faintest crack in his imperial composure.
Minho’s shock soon faded, and he shot you the dirtiest glare – which only worsened at the sight of your amusement – before slowly, reluctantly, turning back to face the king. “…Good evening, Father.”
The king nodded, eyes gleaming, and once more you’re struck by the resemblance between father and son.
As soon as the king and queen departed, Minho’s eyes were back on you. “What was that?”
“I could ask the same of you,” you responded, indifferent to his glare. “I was under the impression you and your father got on well.”
Minho paused, exhaling sharply, and reached for his goblet. Before he took a sip, however, he let slip a notably vague response. “Usually.”
You’re immediately hit with the urge to ask more, to pry deeper into what could have happened between Minho and the king.
But maybe not right now – not when you still need to ask about tonight.
You swallowed, courage failing you for a moment. Now that the two of you were finally alone, you were at a loss on how to start this conversation.
The last time you had spoken alone…hadn’t ended well for you.
You were surprised that there’s the barest hint of…apprehension, now. You were used to a spiteful Minho, a disrespectful Minho – but a cruel Minho could still leave his mark on you.
In the end, Minho made the decision for you. He drained whatever was left in his goblet – whether wine or water, you couldn’t tell – and made to stand up. “Are you ready to leave?”
You blinked, thrown for a second, but you quickly recovered and pushed yourself up to your feet to meet him. “…Y-yes, I am.”
He didn’t respond – in fact, he didn’t even offer his arm this time – but he stepped back and gestured with his arm for you to lead the way.
Swallowing, you kept your head high as you exited the banquet hall. It was all you could do to keep your mask, to nod at the courtiers that bid you good evening, to keep your steps smooth and steady.
Minho didn’t so much as brush against you as he followed behind, but you could sense him at your back. It was almost irritating how much of an effect his proximity had on you, how well you could sense his mere presence.
It was only as you left the banquet hall, rounding the corner into a long and empty stone corridor, that you faltered.
You stopped, turning around – just as Minho almost walked straight into you. The two of you stopped barely a hair’s breadth from each other, chest to chest, and you stared dumbly at how close his face was to yours before your instincts kicked in. You reared back in shock, taking a step back.
Minho watched you the whole time, expression unreadable.
You cleared your throat, recovering quickly. “I don’t…I don’t know the way from here to your chambers.”
Minho stared at you, silently, for just a moment. And then, with one shrug, he wandered right past you. “You don’t need to.”
“What do you–”
“Go back to your own chambers, and sleep well,” he interrupted, barely glancing at you.
And there it was again. The return of that awful, cold feeling you’d suffered through earlier today, at the hands of his callous words.
Finally, you could put a name to it.
You were so blindsided, the most coherent response you could muster was a sharp “What?”
At this, Minho finally stopped – and turned to look at you. Really looked at you, eyes almost burning a hole right through you. You froze under his gaze, fixed in place, like a foolish mouse trapped in the gaze of a snake.
Minho tilted his head, and there was an awful curl to his lip. In the dim candlelight, you couldn’t tell if it was a smirk or a sneer or something else entirely.
“I can’t imagine you grew too attached to my bed in just one night,” he drawled, and there was an edge to his voice. Sharp, pointed, like a carefully honed blade. “You should be pleased to know I don’t require you tonight.”
Require. The word lodged itself in the pit of your stomach. Such a cold word. It conjured up so many images of pragmatism, of obligation, of transaction.
It rubbed at something raw within you, something small and fragile deep within you, something that hurt, and your mouth moved of its own accord.
You almost didn’t catch the muscle in Minho’s jaw twitching at your response. You were too busy meeting his glare directly, refusing to be the first to back down.
You had let yourself be vulnerable too many times in front of this man. You decided then and there that it would never happen again.
Keeping eye contact, you took one step forward. Another, and another, until you were forced to tilt your chin up slightly to continue meeting his gaze. You were just as close now as you had been minutes earlier, when the two of you nearly collided. Maybe even closer.
Close enough that his stare was almost shuttered by those long, dark eyelashes of his – perhaps the only thing about Minho that you could call delicate.
And you smiled, as you always did. Gentle, and pretty, and perfect, and never reaching your eyes. Let him see your mask, and recognise it for what it was. Let him see the girl dressed in his family’s colours, smiling so sweetly for him while her eyes burned with anger, and let him see that his cruel words had no effect.
Let him see that he had met his match in you.
“Good night, husband,” you said, and turned on your heel, leaving him to stand there in the dark, staring after you.
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Pairing: Lee Minho x female reader
Genre: Smut, angst
Warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, oral sex (f). One of the caracthers says a lot of mean stuff about the main caracther so that might be triggering for some people.
Word count: 2.973
Summary: You met Minho’s “work wife” at the annual party of the company he worked at.
"Baby, are you ready?" you heard Minho asking from downstairs.
"I'm almost done!' you yelled as you put on some perfume.
Every year, the company that Minho worked at would host a party. He has been working there for two years, but it was the first time he would take you since you got married recently.
You wanted to make a good impression, that's why you chose an outfit that would make you look good without overdoing it. You were wearing a long yellow dress that had a v neck, with floral prints. Simple but effective.
You went downstairs after you got ready. As you were approaching the living room, you took a good look at Minho. He was wearing black pants with boots, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a leather jacket. His outfit contrasted with what he would wear daily to work, which was suits. He looked good as always.
"Wow," Minho said as he looked at you. "You are looking stunning, babe."
He kissed your cheek, putting his arms around your waist. You felt his hand going down your body until it reached your ass. He grabbed it before giving it a slap.
You slightly slapped his arm, laughing. "We have to go."
"Are you excited to meet my coworkers?" he asked as he opened the front door for you.
"Of course I am!"
As he was driving, he wouldn't stop talking about his work. That was something that made you fall in love with him, how he was passionate about everything he did. Minho worked as an attorney at one of the best companies of your city. On your first date, he told you that it was his dream ever since he watched a tv show that had a court on it when he was a kid. He has been working to grow on this career ever since, managing to become the boss of his department. You smiled as you watched him.
When you finally arrived, you were surprised at how big the building was.
"Don't worry, I'm with you. You won't get lost," he smiled as he noticed the way you were looking at the place.
Minho opened the car door for you, helping you as you got out. He held your hand as you walked inside of the building.
Your jaw dropped, it looked even better from the inside. Minho greeted the receptionist at the balcony as he walked by your side. She gave you a sympathetic smile, which you reciprocated.
"I thought the party would be in a different place, like a party hall," you commented as you stopped in front of the elevator door.
"Technically, it is," he smiled. "We have one here."
You raised your eyebrows. "That's a fancy place."
"You have no idea, baby," he whispered against your ear before giving you a peck on the cheek. You felt shivers down your spine. You would never get used to how Minho would drive you crazy by doing the bare minimum.
When the elevator reached your floor, you walked inside. You took the chance to admire Minho one more time. He looked so good, so confident. He caught you looking at him and grinned.
"What?" he asked.
You shrugged. "I'm just admiring my beautiful husband."
He gave you a wide smile. He hugged you and kissed your lips.
"I can say the same about my beautiful wife."
The elevator door opened, revealing a shocked man behind.
"I hope I'm not interrupting something," he said.
Minho smiled, giving him a hug.
"Y/N, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Y/N, my wife."
"Oh, so you're the Y/N he is always talking about."
"I hope he only said good things," you laughed, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."
"I can assure you that there were only positive words about you! Nice to meet you too, Y/N."
Jimmy and Minho engaged in a conversation after Jimmy walked inside of the elevator. The party hall was on the 18th floor. You waited patiently to get there, not paying too much attention to what they were saying.
When the elevator door opened, you were standing in front of a big glass door. You were able to see the people behind it, celebrating. As you walked inside the room, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Everyone looked so well dressed. The women were wearing fancy dresses. Some of them made you ask yourself if they were going to the Oscars after the party. Most of the men were discreet in comparison to the women. Minho greeted some people as he walked around the place, always introducing you after. Most of the people were nice, and you even engaged in a conversation with a lady that worked at the reception downstairs called Sarah. She was funny and, along with you and Minho, she was one of the few people that weren't wearing fancy clothes.
Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched voice saying "Minhooo".
You looked around, seeing a lady coming over. She was a few years older than you, maybe five or six. She had long blonde hair. She was wearing a tight see-through black dress that made her look gorgeous.
She ran in Minho's direction, hugging him tightly. Minho awkwardly hugged her back, looking uncomfortable.
You raised your eyebrows and looked at Sarah, who frowned.
"I missed you, honey," she said.
"I was here yesterday."
"I know, but anytime away from you it's always too much," she laughed, grabbing Minho's arms. Minho walked away from her, standing next to you as he put his arm around your waist.
"Scarlet, this is Y/N, my wife."
She looked in your direction. "Oh, nice to meet you."
She looked at you up and down as you shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you too," you managed to say, the words barely leaving your lips.
"So you’re the girl he always talks about, huh?" she grinned. "I thought you looked...different."
"Different?" Minho asked, raising his eyebrow. Scarlet looked at him, and you were able to see that she looked embarrassed for a moment after looking at Minho's angry face. But it soon went away.
"Oh, don't get me wrong. It's just that you always say how gorgeous she is, you know."
Before he could say anything, she continued.
"You know, Y/N. Minho and I are really close. I could even say that I'm his work wife."
"Work wife?" you asked.
"Yeah. I mean, he probably spends more time with me than with you," she narrowed her eyes, laughing. "I'm his favorite secretary, right, Min?"
You widened your eyes as you heard her calling him by that nickname. Minho rolled his eyes.
"I don't know how he would live without me," she said.
"I think he would be fine," Sarah snarkily commented.
"Sarah," Scarlet said in a warning tone, looking at her. "Anyway," she threw her hair. "I have to go, I have important people to meet."
You felt your cheeks burning as she walked away.
"Min?" you asked Minho, turning in his direction.
"Ignore her. That's what I've been doing ever since I started working here."
Before you could say anything, Jimmy called Minho.
"I'll be right back," he said, squeezing your hand.
You just stood there, dumbfounded.
"Hey, he's right, all she wants is attention," Sarah said, putting her hand on your shoulder. "Besides, I can assure you that Minho is always strictly professional with her."
Her words didn't stop you from feeling insecure.
You spent the rest of the party feeling uncomfortable. Whenever you saw Scarlet, you tried to avoid her eyes, feeling disgusted by the way she looked at you, but also because of the way she looked at Minho. She wanted him. She desired him.
Whenever he was talking to his coworkers, she would try to get in the conversation. Sometimes even rudely interrupting the people he was talking to, trying to make him pay attention to her.
She laughed out loud every time he would say anything remotely funny,
Minho barely paid attention to her, looking extremely annoyed whenever she interrupted someone. He barely left your side, always keeping you next to him, with his arm around your waist.
You excused yourself, telling him you had to go to the bathroom. Minho gave you the directions to get there. You entered the bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet. You took a deep breath, wishing that you could stay there for the rest of the night. But then, you felt a shiver running down your spine, thinking about the idea of Minho being alone around Scarlet.
Suddenly, you heard the door opening. You froze when you heard Scarlet's voice entering the bathroom. She was talking to someone. There were, probably, two other girls with her. You debated with yourself if you should stay there until she was gone or get up and leave. Until she started talking about Minho.
"Did you guys see Minho? He looks so hot today, as always," she began saying.
"Yeah. We also saw the girl he brought with him," one of the girls said with a teasing tone.
"Urgh," Scarlet growled with disgust. "That ugly thing. Can you guys believe that I've been hitting on him ever since the first time he stepped his foot in this company, and yet he chose her?"
They stayed quiet for a while before they continued.
"I agree, Scar, you are way prettier."
"I think she's pretty."
"Shut up, Brittany. We don't need your words of pity," Scarlet said in an angry tone. "I work out, I'm super hot. Have you seen the fat on her belly? She's hideous. He deserves better. He deserves someone like me."
"Okay, girls," one of the girls said. "Let's go back to the party."
After they left the bathroom, you stayed there for a while, trying to fight back the tears. You wanted to run away. Go home, and get under the covers of your bed. But that wasn't an option. You got out of the bathroom, looking for Minho. You couldn't find him anywhere, and you started to panic.
You began to hyperventilate until you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Minho asked, looking at you with a worried expression.
"Yes, I just... I need fresh air."
"Come on," he said, grabbing your hand. "Come with me."
You left the party hall with him by your side, walking to the elevator. Minho took you to the terrace of the building.
"I like to come here when I feel overwhelmed," he said, opening the door for you.
"It is. Especially at night."
Minho told you to sit at one of the sofas on the covered area of the terrace.
"Are you ready to tell me what's going on, or do you need more fresh air?" he asked.
You felt so silly for feeling upset about Scarlet. She was a complete stranger to you. What she thought about you didn't matter. You also knew that your husband was extremely attractive, so there would be women interested in him. You guessed that you weren't used to people being so bold about it. You felt ugly, undesirable, disgusting.
Not being able to fight back the tears anymore, you began to cry. Minho sat by your side, hugging you.
"It's okay," he said on your ear, holding you tight.
"I'm not good enough for you," you whined between muffed sobs.
"You deserve better, Minho."
"Y/N, what are you talking about?"
You sighed. "I heard Scarlet talking about me, and she was right. I'm not good enough for you."
"Of course, it was her," Minho growled, annoyed. "Y/N, that girl is annoying as fuck. I only kept her as my secretary because she the owner's daughter."
"I didn't go to college," you began saying, desperately, not being able to contain your tears. "I don't have abs or a toned body. I have stretch marks. I don't have money to buy designer clothes."
"Y/N!" Minho held your face with his hands, looking into your eyes. "If I wanted any of that, I would have married one of the pompous ladies from this place. I love you. I love every single detail about you."
Minho got up from the couch, holding your hand.
"Let's go home," he said.
"B-but the party?"
"Fuck the party. I have something more important to do."
He walked you to his car, never letting go of your hand.
The drive home was silent. Minho looked annoyed, irritated. You didn't know if it was about the situation or about you.
When you got home, Minho opened the door. You took off your shoes, getting ready to go upstairs and go to sleep.
"Wait," Minho said. He took his shoes and his jacket off.
You went upstairs. Once you were inside of the room, Minho locked the door.
"Take your clothes off," he said, looking at you with a serious expression.
You didn't know what to do at first, surprised by his words.
"Go ahead," he demanded.
You swallowed hard before taking your dress off. You weren't wearing a bra, so soon enough, you were standing almost all naked in front of Minho.
"Get on the bed."
Without thinking twice, you lay on the bed. Minho got on top of you, his eyes never leaving yours.
"I need to remind you why I chose you to be my wife," he said in a low voice before kissing you.
Minho didn't have time to slow and soft kisses. He deepened the kiss, taking your breath away.
"Minho," you softly said. "I'm sorry."
"Shh. Don't say anything."
His lips traveled through the skin of your face, leaving behind pecks on your forehead, going down your cheeks until they reached your neck. He sucked on the soft skin, making you whine. He bit your skin softly, making sure he would leave a mark.
"I love your smell," he said.
He grabbed your boobs, massaging them softly.
"I love how they fit perfectly in my hands."
He caught one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it. You bucked your hips up desperately.
He kept going down until he reached your panties. He took them off, leaving you fully naked.
Minho grabbed your knees, making you open your legs for him. He kneeled between your legs, looking at your folds.
"Minho," you whined, feeling embarrassed. Your face flushed a violently angry red.
"Why the red cheeks? It's not like I haven't seen you naked a million times before," he teased.
"It's hard not to when you look at me like that."
He began to kiss your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your pussy. Minho ran his tongue through your folds, making you hold your breath as you closed your eyes. The sensation of his tongue against your clit ran through your whole body.
"I love the way you taste," he said in the sexiest way you have seen him saying something before.
He kept on licking your clit, holding your hips still. When you were getting closer to the edge, Minho stopped abruptly.
He stepped out of the bed, taking his clothes off. As he pumped his cock a few times, he got ready to get inside of you.
He slipped his dick in slowly. You whined, struggling to fit all of him.
"It's okay, baby," he assured. "Take your time."
Once he filled you up, he kissed you, giving you time to adjust.
Minho began to move, thrusting deep inside of you.
"I love you so much, Y/N. You have no idea how amazing you are."
You held his face with your hands, tying your legs around his waist, keeping him close.
"P-please, don't stop," you moaned.
"Look at me."
You tried to keep your eyes open as Minho watched you closely.
"I don't want you to feel like that ever again, do you hear me?"
"You are mine," he said, thrusting his thick erection deeper inside of you. "I'm yours."
"Minho, I'm getting close."
Minho used his thumb to touch your clit, making you clench around his cock. He moaned softly.
"Cum for me, baby," he grunted. "Show me how much you love me."
You shook your hips desperately as your orgasm hit you.
"I'm gonna cum inside of your little pussy, baby girl. Do you want that?" Minho moaned, stuffing himself as deep as possible.
"P-please, please, Minho."
His hips moved at a faster pace until you felt his dick twitching inside of you.
"Fuck," he whined, filling you up.
You hugged him, wanting nothing more than to stay like that forever.
Minho called you, asking for you to come to his office so you could have lunch together. You felt insecure about seeing Scarlet again at first, but you decided not to let her jealousy bother you.
When you walked out of the elevator, you saw Sarah sitting at the counter at the entrance.
"Y/N!," she said, excitedly.
"Hi, Sarah! is this Minho's office?" you asked, thinking that you went to the wrong floor.
"Yes, it is. You can come right in," she smiled.
"Okay, thank you. So good to see you again."
"It's good to see you, too!"
You walked in the direction of his office before stopping.
"I'm sorry," you said, turning around. "Not trying to look curious, but what happened to Scarlet? I thought she was his secretary?"
"Well," Sarah began saying, looking at you like someone who had a hot gossip to tell. "Minho fired her after the party."
"Yes, girl. I mean, she was always harassing him in the first place. But I guess that, after the party, he got fed up."
"Oh, I see. Thank you. See you later," you said, going to Minho's office, feeling happy to be able to spend some time with your husband.
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「 DAY 12 」 ♡ 리노 + STEPCEST ᝰ
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WARNING(S) ⋆ stepcest, rough sex, brief mention(s) of anal, masturbation (f) + (m) ✰ mc is afab, explicit mentions of breasts + sex
SUMMARY ⋆ step-brother! minho likes the noises you make
PAIRING | WC ⋆ dom! minho x fem! reader ✰ ꒰ 0.7K ꒱
KRITI’S NOTE ⋆ HAPPY (BLEATED) MINHO DAY!! ୧⍢⃝୨୧⍢⃝୨ i only wrote this for my bffie bunnie (๑♡3♡๑) i hope this fucks you up! (￣▼￣) ✰ [ KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ]
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disgust swirled in his stomach and his mind was screaming at him to stop. minho knew he shouldn’t have been touching himself to your pretty moans but here was — right hand pumping his spit-slicked shaft.
it seemed as if your moans had increased in volume, they drifted around his room, almost taunting him. minho wished you knew how thin the walls were.
or maybe you were purposely trying to get him riled up.
everything was so, so wrong. you were his step-sister, whether he wanted to believe it or not. your mum recently got engaged to his dad so it was setting stone. you weren’t his girlfriend from college / uni. you guys were related.
but despite the stone-cold truth, he has lost the number of times he touched himself to you. the number of times he has fantasised about your pretty pussy swallowing his cock. he once even wondered what you would look like taking two cocks; having your two holes filled. minho knew it would’ve made you a begging mess.
his filthy fantasises were hardly affected by the step-siblings aspect.
if anything, it made it more hot; the sneaky eye glances in public, watching each other from across the room, purposely winding each other up… the list went on.
‘minho, fuck. why was it you?’
surprise flashed across his face, there was no way he imagined that. minho stilled his breathing, attempting to be completely silent. but he continued fucking himself into his palm, squeezing the base at random intervals.
his jaw dropped when he came to the realisation that you were moaning his name, as if he wasn’t home, right next to your room.
dirty girl, he could only smugly grin to himself. he knew the attraction wasn’t one sided because let’s face it, lee minho was hot. feline eyes, thick thighs and the phenomenal talent to dance — anyone would’ve been down for him. despite the confidence in his looks, he never got the guts to act out his desires with you in real life.
fast forward twenty minutes, and there he was. the tables had turned, the gods were on his side.
‘ssh, you don’t want them to walk in on us, right? i wonder how shocked they’d be if they found out their own children were fucking.’ a polyester tie was over your lips, muffling your pathetic whines and moans.
‘not blood at least.’ you wanted to remind him but one of the rules tonight was no back talk. (plus, it would’ve came out incoherent because of the makeshift mouthgag)
the disgusting slap of skin against skin resounded loudly throughout the room, you were silently thankful that no one was home. god, you couldn’t even begin to fathom the shame and embarrassment you would have if you both got caught.
you were so filthy and minho liked to remind you.
‘can’t believe our goody-two-shoes [name] was touching herself while thinking about me. you into stepcest, [name]? you’re fucking filthy, aren’t you?’ his lust-filled eyes sparkled and a gleeful smile hung on his lips.
‘and you’re not? shut the fuck up, lino.’ you shot back, anger tinged your muffled words. lust overflowed minho, he loved seeing you powerless and beneath him.
‘i wasn’t the one masturbating to my sibling.’ the brunette fluttered his lashes with a pout. he continued to roll his hips into yours, fucking you into next week. the harsh pace had you hunger for more. the situation may have been morally wrong but fuck, he knew how to work those hips.
‘you’re enjoying this aren’t you? i’ve seen the way you look at me, angel, your eyes talk.’ your back curved at his words before you moaned delightfully in ecstasy — that was enough for minho to have him cumming inside you. in that very second, stuffing your pussy with his cum became another thing on his favourites list.
‘filthy, filthy girl. i can’t believe you would let your brother ruin this pretty pussy,’ he pressed his fingers gently against your lower stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you. the pressure from his fingers evoked a quiet gasp from you.
‘hmm, i’m in the mood for another round. what if i fucked you from behind? you’d look gorgeous with all your holes filled. you do have a dildo somewhere in here, right?’ in a daze, you briefly wondered how minho was so talkative during sex.
but that was another thing to ponder on later.
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↳ pairing — fwb!leeminho x gn!reader
publish date — 25 . 10 . 2021
warnings — nsfw , unprotected sex , friends with benefit , thigh riding
summary — your bestfriend invited you over for a sleepover but you see minho sitting beside your friends brother. And oh things are about to go down when he sees his friend staring at your ass.
disclaimer — These fictions are purely fantasy and do not represent the idols in any way shape or form, this is for entertainment purposes only!
note — This was supposed to be a kinktober post but I switched to minhos b-day post!! English is not my first language so excuse me for any mistakes :D fwb means friends with benefits. I totally did not add hannah bang and nihachu- [also I do not mean to assume their pronouns]
you were packing your bag for the sleepover at your friends [niki's] house, they had invited you there along with one other friend [hannah]. Putting the necessities in your bag like clothes, tooth brush, ear phones, extra underwear etcetera.
a little background information you are in your second year of collage and through out you have made quite a few friends and from them you're close with niki and hannah. They all are fun to be around and loyal, although there is this one person who you met in high school that you were very close with his name was minho, lee minho.
you guys separated ways in collage because you both had different career choices. Through out your first year you were still in touch with him. You would often go to his house and be a stress reliever for him the same as high school, he would return you back the pleasure but one thing remained same you guys were friends nothing more. Although your relationship in high school was soft when helping each other in relieving stress, meaning no sex, that changed once highschool ended.
you caught feelings for his soft side he would show from time to time. In collage you experienced something rougher one night and something that could have damaged everything but it didn't or did it?
ever since that one night many other intercourses occurred. But things never developed, you remained friends or at this point friends with benefits. Slowly you started to realize what was happening to you, your crush on him was growing as the passing meet ups. So the only reasonable thing to do was to stop seeing him. Making the excuse that you need to focus on your studies more.
texting everyday turned to every week then eventually to ever month and ended texting a quick 'hello' and 'how are you' to you responding the next day with 'good wbu' and there the conversation would eventually stop.
arriving at niki's house you knock on the door and are greeted by them. They take you to their room where you wait for hannah while talking about the unreasonable amount of projects and essays.
waiting for your friend to arrive you got outside to drink some water. You've been at their house before so you're more comfortable. "hey" you say to their brother who walks by "oh hi" he smiles and fishes out a snack from the cabinets. "what are you doing here?" he asks leaning against the counter. "your sis invited me over" you says gulping down the water.
"where are the tissues" another manly voice which you found quite familiar with spoke. "y/n?" the voice says and you look up to see minho on the stairs coming down. You immediately excuse yourself and run to your friends room.
"you know them?" your friends brother asks minho, "yea.." he trails off. "woah there flash" niki laughs seeing you run inside the room. "what's up?" they ask "he- he's here" you say "minho" you remind them. "OHHH, THATS THE GUY? I-" they exclaim, yes you may have told them about minho but it's not something to hide is there? "WHY IS HE HERE?" you whisper shout "HES MY BROTHERS FREIND I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS THAT MINHO- LIKE THERE ARE SO MANY MINHO'S" they whisper shout too.
"what's happening?" the third party joins in, niki's brother must have let her in. Niki was explaining to hannah what they had just found out "oh- OH" hannah exclaims. "I am not coming out of this room" you whisper out of frustration as they giggle at your situation, "not funny" you remark 'what did you get yourself into'
for the whole day you had forced the others to go out and get something for you if you needed anything so you wouldn't have to go out and potentially see minho. Occasionally they would want to go out and bake something in the kitchen but you managed to make them stay inside the room.
you guys were chitchatting, gossiping about this pick me girl when someone knocked on the door, you hid behind the bed "chill its just my brother" niki says. You sigh as you come out of hiding and he smiles at you, you guys have quite a good relationship "we're watching a movie you guys coming?" he asks
hannah immediately nods wanting to get out of this room "no no no no" you say retreating hearing the work 'we're' "oh come on why not~" he whines "come on lets go out im boreddd" hannah huffs "what's the worst that could happen?" niki exclaims both dragging out out into the living room.
now here you were sitting as far away from minho as you could, which was right next to him because all of them had taken the couch leaving you and him on the other couch. You kept on looking over at hannah and niki talking to them with your eyes to let you come on the couch with them practically begging them.
after laughing at you niki asked her brother to move so you could sit right next to them. Hopping on their couch you hugged niki almost suffocating her. During the movie you could sense minho looking at you from time to time. He wasn't very subtle about it either, somethings never change do they?
you got up to re-fill your drink and you saw niki's brother get up to get more snacks. You got to the fridge and bent down to get the juice bottle on the lowest rack while he was on the island pouring the snacks into the bowl. He wasn't just filling the bowl but looking at your ass which was on full display. You got up and turned around to see minho giving him a fierce glare.
your friend's brother rushed towards the couches getting caught in the act of staring at you. You could see minho was furious, you tried to slip away past him to the living room but he grabbed your wrist "why are you ignoring me?" he asks cooling his temper "what do you mean?" you ask nervous
"you know exactly what I mean" he says looking into your eyes "I have no idea.." you try and get out of his grip but he tightens it "what do you mean you have no idea, you suddenly ghost me out of no where giving me the excuse of 'collage' and when I see you you try and avoid me?" he says "I'm not dumb, you wouldn't do that for no reason. You liked me!" he says leaving you in shock "you knew?"
"I mean yea... it was obvious because well I liked you too" he trails off not expecting to be correct "wh-why didn't you say anything then?!" "look- I wasn't sure if I was right about it" he looks down to your feet. Grabbing him by the wrist after setting your drink down on the counter you drag him to the guest bedroom which was past the kitchen thankfully no where near the sight of the living room.
you turn him around to lock the door "what?" he says as you hold his head and bring it down to kiss his lips. He widens his eyes but kisses back nonetheless. He grips your waist and pushes yo into the door. "why'd you start ignoring me" he says biting your bottom lip "mm~ i was afraid" you say in between breaths "afraid of what?" "well we were just friends and I wanted to be more than that" you say pulling away and looking into his eyes.
"fuck it" he says lifting you up and putting you on the bed as he kept kissing you. Tugging on his hair you kissed his jawline leaving sloppy wet kisses along it. You flip him over so he's under you and start kissing his neck, taking off his shirt you continue your actions on his neck. Because you're on one of his thighs you start moving on it slowly as an instinct to give you pleasure. The rough texture of denim giving friction to your parts making you breath heavily.
he hold your hips in place and guides you faster on this thigh, it flexing underneath you making you roll your eyes "ahh fuck I'm close-" you whimper as he slows down. "so early? I guess it has been long since you got laid" he smirks picking you up and tossing you over on the bed, now on the center of the bed with your head against the pillows.
"I hate you" you say feeling your orgasm fade away. "I love you too darling" he says as he unzips his pants throwing them onto the floor along with yours, now he's fully naked and you're in your shirt and undies. He pulls them down as well riding your shirt up and taking it off painfully slow. You pull his face down into another kiss "turn around with your ass up in the air" he says as you do so.
he looks at your behind for a while and rubs your left cheek and lands a sudden slap on it making you moan. "I got so jealous when he was looking at this" he says as he smacks it once again "too bad only I can feel it" he speaks looking at the red handprints on your left cheek. He aligns his member with your hole and thrusts forward eliciting a moan from you.
he continues pounding into you as you moan louder and louder "there are other people in this house babe" he says rutting his hips as his face leans into your ear. He brings his teeth to your shoulders and grazes your skin. He grunts in your ear as he kisses your earlobe licking it. Your turn your face around indulging in a sloppy wet kiss with drool dribbling onto the sheets. You clutch the pillows hard you reach your high.
he cums inside of you and plopped himself on you moving away so he isn't crushing you. You both catch your breath. A couple minutes later you sneak into your friends room after you both cleaned up, you saw that the lights were out. You were heading to sleep but you heard hannah speak "you unholy assholes" she grumbles.
You get embarrassed as you message minho about this to which he replies "well at least [your friends brother's name] wont look at you anymore" You giggle at his text as you go to sleep knowing things might be different for you now, you'd possibly even get a partner.
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[ epitaph. ] — trounced from the warlock your heart’s attached to, minho’s powers have a benefitting way of putting you into the future to increase your experiences.
pairing: warlock! minho x gender-neutral! reader
genre: warlock! au, supernatural! au, smut
word count: 1.3k
[warnings]: jumps back and forth a lot (on purpose), biting/marking, hickies, heavy teasing, oral (reader! receiving), praise kink, doggy-style, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of combat + dimension shifting
A/N: my best friend explained to me that in the anime jojo they use epitaph as a way to see ten seconds into the future so i got inspired to write this. thank you dino ily. also, this was a drabble from last year! it’s just been revamped because (it needed it) it fits my kinktober concept!
do not interact with this if you are under 18.
— kinktober 2021 masterlist
Panting frantically with your lips pressed roughly against his, his teeth nearly broke the skin of your mouth with a gnawing bite. A moan vibrating into the kiss, his body only retreated away from you for a moment to slip the handles of your bags into his palms.
Lifting to put them on the counter, his opposite hand guided you down the hall towards your bedroom, tracing your back with his fingertips.
The sudden sound of birds drew your attention back to your reality as you walked up the pathway towards the home, not at all inside or with Minho just yet. Your frantic eyes peered around you, taking in the encompassing space like it was otherworldly and not the same as what you had been walking through for more than a matter of minutes now. The man’s eccentric tricks always had you on edge, wondering in what part of time your next breath would be in, where you would be and doing what actions, and most importantly: understanding the point he was making through the ploys up his sleeve. Minho, the warlock who had long taken your heart, used you as his best trick of all.
Minho was impatient, waiting for you as he occupied himself with small tasks like refilling his flasks and cutting up some ingredients. He didn’t want to leave the comfort of the home just yet, having watched you disappear outside with big eyes and empty bags.
The time wasn’t right, his powers were too dull to protect himself after his last battle. In a dimension where those with capabilities unlike humans were considered dangerous enough to be separated and have their own space to live, constant strife was always taking place. Minho had to be strong enough to go out that door and control what he could—to keep you safe, his very own human now the first to be housed inside the unusual community. He never considered how well you’d be off, even on your own from time to time.
You had been handling things well, caring for him as he healed until he was almost fully recovered. But the worry of another clashing combat caused him to salvage all he could and stay inside. The hatred he had for staying in the small cottage alone was nothing like you had witnessed before, his stir-crazy expression evident even through the small panes of the kitchen’s door as you walked across the stones towards the home.
Enthralled by the warlock, you had to admit he had power over you even if it wasn’t intended. Since the first time you touched—when he claimed you as his own, you were able to see the future. A small bit that made a large difference, you always knew what he needed, wanted, and imagined. It was an omnipotent skill to gain.
The moment his hand jiggled the doorknob, you knew what was going to happen. Your bags lightly dropped to the ground, his lips overlapping yours as his teeth nibbled against your lips. In a single blink, his hand was at your lower back guiding you towards the hallway.
The bags were disposed onto the counter without a care for any particular items that might need to be stored in a specific temperature. His lips urged another kiss from you as the walls sped by, the soft impression of your bedroom all around. Your back sunk into the mattress, the weight of his body protruding over yours heavily.
His silked lips and pearled teeth left your face to taste the skin of your neck. Light sounds of his name ricocheted in your throat but were imbricated by his louder groans, his hips grinding down into you in search of friction. The cold temperatures of the glasses of potions held in his hands all day were still mirrored into his touch, his frigid palms running along your hot skin to lift your shirt from your body.
The feeling of his tongue running a hot streak across your chest brought your mind to run fast into time, a new feeling cascading every nerve of your body. His tongue thrashed at your arousal, your hands cupped over your mouth to keep from screaming. You could feel your legs shaking around his head, his fingers toying with the spots his tongue couldn’t get to.
Lucidity reared you backwards again, his digits just now toying with your bottoms and underwear to pull them off your limbs and discard them onto the floor. His eyes wavered over your body, matching with your pupils. His were blown in proportion to your own, the unnaturally colored specks reading that his supernatural soul knew what you had experienced, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
“You’ve done so well for me today.” Minho’s awareness spiked the process of the universe, toying with his own abilities by dragging the pads of his fingers up and down your thighs in a painfully slow way. His voice soft and aspiring, your whine and the light thrash of your legs under his touch made him apply pressure. “Ah—ah, patience baby. You’ll get what you deserve in time.”
The force of his arms pressing your legs into the edge of the mattress reaped a groan from you, his lips playfully running across where you needed him most. Hips bucking, he continued to play with time—with what you witnessed in the flash of the future. The single wink of his eye being the only warning he gave you before his tongue finally delved between your legs.
You couldn’t release any noise to express the pleasure you were receiving, his tongue lapping at your body like a dog drinking water. His hands clamped around the outside of your thighs, pulling you closer to run his tongue in all directions and give harsh sucks to places that had you seeing spots. Your eyes shut tight, another premonition floating you into the future.
Your front was meshed into the covers of the bed, his hips rutting against your ass as his voice filled your ears. The sound of skin slapping echoed along the walls, the feeling of him pushing into you so realistic that your fingers had to grip the comforter just to keep yourself stable. The bed thrashed beneath his hard pace, one of his hands on your hips turning your head for his mouth to connect to your ear.
“Where are you right now?” He grinned in your peripheral, your eyes blinking and staring straight in thought. A single snap of his hips made your body shudder, Minho’s teeth sucking at your neck as he lightly whimpered from the clench you had around his cock.
Filling you to the brim, a wave of relief ran over your body, his fingers lacing with yours from behind as your orgasm hit you hard. Shivering from the cold air, he slowly pulled out of you, turning you to lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling.
“Hey,” He called out, your eyes tired and lids heavy. Gaze falling down, his head lifted from between your thighs, blinking innocently as your arousal dripped past his chin. A darker smirk grew, your brows knitting at the sight of him still between your legs and not hovering over you as he did seconds before. Your hand lifted to your neck, the love bite he had sucked into your skin not yet made.
You watched as his bottom lip sunk between his teeth, eyeing you up and down before meeting your gaze. “We’re not quite there yet, baby.” His grin was cheshire, enjoying the way you looked so lost yet found. No matter how much he twisted your mind and messed with your comprehension, he always knew how to push your buttons even better. “Don’t get so far ahead of me.”
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We all know how possessive Minho looks,so imagine him being jealous bc he saw someone else flirting with his kitten,her of course being oblivious. So they get back home and he punished her eating her out fingering her but not letting her cum all night "I bet you felt tingly while talking to him didn't you?" You would turn red extremely embarrassed of the thought someone else other than him making you feel this way,shaking your head furiously "n-no d-daddy I promise n-nahhh" you'd whimper trying to hold back.
Maybe if he felt like being a good daddy he would let you cum BUT he would overstimulate you.He hasn't done that before so you'd get confused trying to move away "d-daddy it's o-okay I came you can stop now" He would effortlessly grip your thighs holding you in place "oh come on kitten you were begging all night to let go don't be ungrateful and give daddy one more"
includes: daddy kink, degradation, spanking, overstimulation
he would definitely bend you over his lap first. gently massaging your butt before his hand comes down harshly, leaving a nice red handprint. every now and then pinching the skin to make sure every time you try to sit down you will be reminded of how bad of a girl you were.
and when you tell him to stop eating you out because you came so many times that it starts to hurt, he would get even more pissed.
‘daddy stops when he wants to, dirty whores get no say in that’
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sex with skz
genre: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18
warnings: unprotected sex, overstimulation, edging, fingering, eating out, blowjobs, degradation, praise, body worship, thigh riding, cockwarming, corruption kink, exhibition kink, bulging kink, switch!skz
note: sorry that i haven’t been that active lately, i’ve been too busy simping over pixelated cowboys (yes red dead) 🥴 please enjoy some smutty goodness as an apology - smut straight under the cut, beware! also, this whole post is just an excuse for me to indulge in hard!seungmin
the softest dom to ever exist™
he’ll worship every inch of your skin, muttered praises being left with every hot open-mouthed kiss he showers you in
low chuckles leave him as you rut and whine against him - practically melting at his touch
a l w a y s keeps a tight grip on you hips, just cause he loves seeing the small imprint dents his fingers leave in your soft flesh
he’ll kiss down the expanse of your body as foreplay, smothering your face in loving pecks before making his way past your collarbones and stomach, stopping at your panties
his teeth will softly nip at the thin band before hooking his long fingers around the material and promptly tugging them down your thighs, mouth watering at the sight of your drenched cunt
he always takes his time before giving into your begs, loving the look of utter desperation coating your pretty features
makes you cum at least twice with just his fingers and mouth
laps up every last drop of wetness that seeps out of your core, holding your trembling thighs still with his strong hands as the muscles of his mouth eat away at your pussy
he’ll take your bud into his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh and watching smugly as you hoarsely cry out into the room, hips rasing to follow his lips
he loves to intertwine his fingers with your own as he eats you out, each tight squeeze of your hand letting him know exactly how close you are
he also loves the intimacy that comes with handholding during sex
didn’t even realise he had a bulging kink until he met you
the first time he ever saw the outline of his dick jutting out against the flesh of your stomach he almost creamed inside you
presses the palm of his hand flat against the protrusion and softly groans once he feels himself with every sloppy thrust past your folds, the sounds of his cock meeting your wet sex making his head dizzy
he just loves how well you’re able to take him despite your tight hole being far too small to fit the entirety of his thick cock into
he rarely ever dirty talks during sex but when he does it’s always quiet praises
“thats my good girl, taking me so well.”
“you love this cock huh? you’re just begging me to ruin you, sweetheart.”
LOVES MANHANDLING YOU
softly wraps a hand around your neck while sinking into you slowly, thumb reaching up to trace your bottom lip as small gasps of air slip past, focusing on the way he fills you up
cockwarming is a must with this man
especially in his studio
he’ll have you sit on his lap as he works away on a new song, back pressed against his hard chest while he continues to stuff your pussy full with his hard cock
curses softly in your ear everytime you dare clench around him
eventually gives into your needy pouts and the circling of you hips - bending you over his desk and pressing your head against the cold wood before his hips meet your ass once again
always falls into a cold sweat whenever someone asks him why he has to keep buying new studio chair and makes mental note to punish you later for being such a damn tease
sometimes he humours you and lets you ride him, but the hard grip on your thighs and brushing of his dick against your warm walls reminds you that he’s always the one in control
will always spoil you afterwards, feeling guilty for the aching of your pussy and marks he left on your skin
he’s such a fucking tease
overstimulates you until you’re practically sobbing against him
never once breaks eye contact with you, dark eyes boring into your own teary ones as his digits rub lazily at your bud, teasingly slipping past your folds and dipping into your wet core
he’s an expert at fingering you at this point
curls his fingers deep inside your cunt, your slick coating them and gushing down the flesh of your thighs as he continues to stretch you out
he’ll gather up some of your liquids once he removes his fingers, ignoring your small whines of disapproval before bringing them up to your lips, tapping the soft skin and urging you to suck
turns absolutely feral watching your tongue swirl slowly around his digits, making sure to lick them clean of your wetness as his dick stiffens against your thigh, wanting nothing more than to feel your pretty lips around his dick
l o v e s being in control
he’ll pin your hands above your head as he leaves soft kisses against the expanse of your collarbones - the gentleness of his lips contrasting greatly with the blunt nails digging into your wrists, not paying any mind to your bratty complaining
his mouth always makes sure to leave a few markings in their wake around your thighs, loving the thought of your skirt flipping up later and everyone seeing your pretty, kiss-bruised flesh
also a major giver
he’ll eat you out for hours on end, the sore muscles in his jaw working away at your dripping cunt was worth the pain as you tug onto his disheveled locks and legs trembling on either side of his head, making his hips rut down against the sheets beneath him, tongue impatiently luring you towards orgasm
his chin and lips will be shining with your wetness once he pulls away, not hesitating to place his mouth against yours and force you to taste yourself on his tongue
he gets off on rubbing the tip of his cock against your aching bud, the small pleas leaving your raw throat almost making him want to give in
but he’s a little bit of a sadist, so he’ll draw every whine, whimper and beg from you before he even thinks about giving you what you want
seeing how much of a slut you turn into when begging for his dick makes dragging out his own pleasure worth it
he’ll edge you towards orgasm for hours if you dare disobey him - his length filling up each dent and crevice of your pussy before swiftly pulling out once he feels you clench tightly around him, reminding him how close you were
he continues his pleasurable torture on your abused cunt until you finally cry out for release, loud enough for the rest of the dorm to hear you
then he’ll fuck up into you until your pussy is raw and red, practically pulsating around him
he’ll make sure to fit thigh riding into his daily routine everyday too
the sight of your naked cunt dragging along the material of his rough jeans is too good not to savour
he won’t assist you either
prefers to sit back and watch you struggle to get yourself off, feeling your sticky wetness seep through the material of his trousers
he’ll only even think about helping you if you beg him enough, something about your voice dripping in sheer desperation is enough for him to fuck you right there on the dorms sofa
it doesn’t matter where you are or if the boy are near, he’ll find every opportunity to tease you and turn you into a complete mess with just his cruel words
he’s such a switch and i’ll take no other arguments
one minute he’ll be sobbing underneath you while begging for his release and the next he’ll have you on all fours, forcing you to bite into your pillow to muffle any whines or moans you dare to make
he only speaks in pouts and that translates into sex too
his lower lips will jut out into a cute little frown whenever you decide to tease him, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as his hips resist the urge to rut against your own
he’s far too stubborn for his own good so he’ll let you drag out his pleasure for hours, refusing to give into your soft demands
eventually submits once your hand ‘accidentally’ brushes against his straining cock, the fleeting touch enough to make him jolt against your hold
turns into the most whiny boy afterwards, dick twitching against his stomach and damp hair falling into his eyes, words stumbling over eachother as you purposely continue to deny him
a connoisseur of face sitting <333
his fingers will grasp at any sort of flesh he can as soon as your legs settle on either side of his head, groaning lowly once your wet cunt comes into his view
he practically buries his head against you, nose nudging your bud before leaving a soft kiss on your folds, cursing lwoly when your hands tangle and tug his disheveled locks
eats you out throughly and eagerly, not letting one drop of your sweet wetness go to waste
he’ll ignore the desperate curving of his cock against his stomach, toes curling into the sheets below as you continue to grind your pussy against his mouth - the warmth of his flat tongue stroking your core combined with the strong grip on your thighs making your tummy twist with need
his tongue will eventually resort to fucking your tight hole, a satisfied moan being hummed against you once he feels your legs tremble in his hold
he’s also just as much of an enthusiast of blowjobs as he is with eating you out
becomes such a brat as soon as you teasingly lick away at his slit, the softest of whines falling from his lips and back arching off the bed with need
his mouth works before his brain, so expect a lot of rushed begs and stuttered pleas
feels himself malfunction once he hits the back of your throat, hands grasping at the covers beneath him while his hips raise in order to fuck your mouth harder and deeper
he has the biggest kink for cumplay so as soon as you stick your tongue out to catch his warm liquids while looking up at him through doe eyes his lips will be unable to form any coherent words, legs shaking and cock softening in your hold
as much as he loves submitting to you, theres no stopping this man whenever he’s jealous
as soon as he sees one of the boys getting too close for his liking he’ll instantly drag you to the nearest empty room, ignoring the questionable glances the others threw his way
he’ll fuck you right there against the wall, legs desperately clinging around his waist as he urges you to moan his name louder with every thrust he inflicts on your drenched cunt
he’ll leave marks in places you’re not able to cover them, stifling a smug chuckle when you glare towards him everytime someone points them out
also extremely fond of lingerie
lets his hands ghost over your body, admiring your glowing beauty in the sheer fabric and questioning how he got so lucky
before simply pushing your panties to the side and slipping his fat cock past your folds, the warmth and wetness of your pussy causing his face to slack with pleasure
he’s a H U G E cuddlier after sex and demands to be held, so leave some kisses on his forehead and lull him to sleep and he’ll be happy
he’s so giving during sex but not before edging you until you’re on the brink of tears
L O V E S using his mouth and fingers on you at the same time
he doesn’t rush while eating you out, hands pinning your thighs to bed to keep them spread as his tongue licks fat stripes up the centre of your pulsating pussy, tuning out your low whimpers of need
his long digits will circle your core, curving deep against your walls and feeling every crevice and twitch of your cunt
he’ll greedily lap up the liquids that seep from your hole until your sore, raw and shaking in his hold
pulls away with his lips drenched in your wetness before coaxing you into a open-mouthed kiss, tongue pushing against your own and sharing his salvia with you, urging you to taste yourself
he’ll constantly keep his mouth busy during sex
whether its nipping at your own lips, leaving markings against your neck or worshiping your perk breasts
he just loves the taste of you on his buds
also really into overstimulation
once he finally gives into your pitiful begs of release there’s no stopping him
makes you cum again and again until you’re a absolute mess beneath him, legs trembling, tear stained cheeks and pussy aching from his torment
eats up every moan, plea and groan you emit
fills you up the brim and twitches deep against you, fingers reaching down to flick and pinch at your cunt - determined to draw out your sweet sounds of pleasure
he doesn’t pay any regard to anyone else in the dorm, if he wants to make you scream for them all to hear he will
he’ll coax you to sit on his lap with gentle words during move nights with the boys, hands splayed against your thighs as you try to focus on the screen
before they make their way down to your shorts, slipping past and brushing against your already soaked core
he’s quick to fill you to the brim with his veiny cock under the blanket, large hand pressed flat against your mouth to muffles your soft sighs
absolutely GETS OFF on the thought of being caught by one of the boys
so the movement and ruts of his hips will be exaggerated and sloppy, feeling you come undone quickly on his lap, the soft grind of your ass letting him know just how much you actually enjoyed it
softly flicks at your bud once you squeeze tightly around him, milking him dry before the others cast him a curious glance at his low growl
he won’t even acknowledge the eyes peering at you both, his long and thick cock continuing to stretch your small hole out
he’ll make sure to get you back for teasing him though
also l o v e s threesomes
he doesn’t mind sharing you, cause he always makes sure to remind you who you really belong to after
he never hesitates to invite jisung into the bedroom with you both - watching his bestfriend fuck you until you’re sobbing and begging for more is one of his favourite sights
he’ll eventually join you both, but not before making a snide comment
“you sure you can handle two cocks at once, honey?”
your wide eyes and flushed cheeks are more than answer for him, coaxing you onto all fours before slipping into your pussy, watching with hunger as you struggle to fit the younger boys cock past your lips, eyes filling up with unshed tears insides twitching with want
CORRUPTION KINK TO THE MAX WITH THIS MAN
he knows just how innocent you were before you met him so he’ll sprinkle a few ‘darlings’ and ‘angels’ between his dirty words when you take his dick further into your mouth
as soon as you look up at him with big doe eyes and cum dribbling down the side of your mouth he knows he’s a goner
takes the crown for the brattiest sub ever
he’s so needy for your attention 24/7
he’s also extremely vocal during sex - whining and fussing against your hold until you finally give into his demands
teasing you is his favourite past-time
he’ll have you laying beneath him, fingers slowly drawing small circles on your clit as he admires your glassy eyes, the pad of his thumb resting against the top of your puffy cunt before he suddenly curls his digits against your walls
loving the look of frustration building up on your face as he continuously denies your release
constantly brings you to the brink of orgasm with his length, pulsating deep inside your core and leaking tip practically kissing your womb
just as he gets the sense you’re about to cum he’ll hastily remove himself, cruel chuckles leaving him as you almost sob beneath him
sends you videos of himself stroking his cock while he’s on tour just to be the tease that he is
his breathless whines are the only thing that slips past his lips, thumb pressing hard into his slit as he moans and begs for you
says things like, “wish you were here. need to be inside you.”
he’ll make a full show of it, hip raising to meet the desperate movements of his hand and softly muttering to himself, urging you to send something back
he also LOVES using toys on you
presses the vibrater harder against your hole, watching you fidget against the sheets and arch further into his body - nipples erect and sweat tracing your skin as your orgasm continued to build
just as you’re about to cum he’ll take the toy away, silencing your small complaints and furrowed brows once he replaces it with his leaking cock, the angry tip nudging past your entrance
he fucks you slow and hard, cock brushing impossibly deep past your walls and filling you up so well, watching you come undone quickly beneath him
will literally trash talk your sex toys as if he hadn’t been using them on you five seconds before
“see? you don’t need some useless toy getting you off when i’m right here, darling.”
nothing gets him going quite like stockings
as soon as his eyes lay sight on the sheer fabric hugging your flesh he has the sudden urge to fuck you against the nearest wall
and will sit with a pout on his lips the entire night once you make him wait
he’s completely feral once he finally gets his hands on you, rutting against your panties and ripping every article of clothing off of your body except for the thigh-highs clinging perfectly to your flesh
he just thinks you look so pretty and angelic in them
only ever takes his time whenever he’s eating you out
kisses his way up your thighs as you watch him curiously, mouth settling against your clothed heat before mouthing against the soft fabric of your underwear - feeling your wetness seep through and onto his awaiting tongue
he’ll pay no mind to your embarrassed whimper, eager to lap up every ounce of wetness
simply pushes your panties to the side, mouth quickly attaching itself to your slit and sucking on your bud
he never leaves you unsatisfied, tongue softly nudging your hole and humming against your cunt as you quiver beneath him
tuts lowly as he forces you to keep your trembling legs spread open, cleaning up the wetness that pooled down your thighs and onto the bed
leaves a gentle kiss against your sensitive pussy once he’s done, the sight of his chin and lips shining in your liquids enough to make you hide your face shyly
he’ll pry your hands away from your eyes, pressing his mouth to your own and allowing you to taste yourself
he’s such an angel for you
he prefers being in control during sex but he’ll never complain when you take over
ride this man and he’ll do anything for you
something about the sight of you taking him so well as your palms lay flat against his sweat-glistened chest, eyes blown out with hunger and lips plump from his needy kisses really gets him going
also, the fact that it gives him the perfect view his length jutting out against the flesh of your stomach every time you grind down against him
he won’t comment on it, but he’s secretly proud that he’s big enough to leave a outline with every thrust of his cock
his eyes will stay glued to the bulge, thickness becoming impossibly harder against your cervix as your back arches off the bed, the jut becoming more prominat against your tummy with your movements
he gives into every small pout and plea you make almost instantly, the hopeful look in your eyes causing his dick to strain and twitch painfully against his thigh, your cunt almost begging him to bury himself inside you already
praises to the m a x
he’ll bury his face into your loose strands of hair, nose softly nudging your temple and closing his eyes in bliss - savouring the warmth of your pussy around him and the quiet mewls you let out
“you’re so pretty, feel so good taking me like this.”
he barely gets his words out, coming out choked and muttered as he struggles to focus on anything but the wither in your legs and the clenching of your tight hole around him
he absolutely melts at the thought of soft sex
and is a firm believer of constantly confessing his love for you while your pussy is milking him dry
leaves soft pecks anywhere his lips can reach
and he won’t be satisfied until your entire body is covered in his doting praises
he’s so overly gentle with you, hands ghosting over your curves and hips barely brushing against your own, taking his time to feel every twitch and clench of your inner walls
looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes while stretching you out
has his forehead pressed against your own, breathing heavily and brushing his lips against yours as you mewl beneath him
softly rubs at your clit while being deep inside you, just to see you arch further into him and grasp at his shoulders, lips parting to beg for more
marking is one of his love languages so expect your thighs and collarbones to be covered in bruises and love bites
he’ll kiss them for you afterwards though 🥺
BODY WORSHIP IS A MUST OKAY
he’s constantly in awe of your beauty and never fails to tell you just how pretty you look with your pussy stuffed full of him, a milky line connecting the head of his cock to your glistening pussy each time he pulls away - only to inflict more forceful grinds past your walls
calls you his ‘pretty angel’ constantly, the lovingness of his words unable to match the burning his fat cock caused while stretching you out, feeling your velvety walls close in around him
also lives for the intimacy of cockwarming
simply collapses ontop of your spent body, curling into your chest and not paying any mind to the stickiness of both your bodies, softened cock still buried inside you
he just absolutely loves the feeling of your warm walls twitching around him all night and sleep better when connected to you
he may look like the sweetest boy alive but that doesn’t mean he’s not afraid to make you sob and scream for the entire dorm to hear
always starts out slow and loving, taking his time to worship and praise you in every possible way
ghosting his lips over the entirety of your body, not paying any mind to your sharp intakes off breath everytime he brushes over your pert tits
he’ll leave the most affectionate of kisses against your heated skin, goosebumps appearing in their wake as he showers you in love, length coming to a hilt inside of you and kissing deliously against your knotted womb
it drives him wild knowing the effect he has on you
and his desire for you is shown through the twitching of his needy head against your convulsing walls
but as soon as you start pouting and squirming in his hold his eyes will darken with hunger, not hesitating to push his cock further into your tight hole and stretch you open more, watching your face twitch slightly from the sensitivity of your aching pussy
he loves watching your face slack with pleasure once he gently wraps his hand around your neck, eyes falling shut and whimper threatening to spill from your pouted lips as he barely applies any pressure - hips grinding against your own and the sounds of your slick arousal meeting his own filling the room
gulps quietly while he watches you make a fuss beneath him, adams apple bobbing in his throat as his pre-cum dripped out of your pretty cunt, coating your folds in the white liquids and staining the pristen sheets
his need to fuck you against the nearest hard surface is constant and he makes sure to let you know
he gets especially riled up after shows, sweat dripping from his hairline and adrenaline pumping through his veins
he won’t hesitate to drag you into the nearest dressing room, ignoring every confused quiry falling form your kissable lips
pushes you up against the door roughly, lips immediately finding yours before his hands slip up your skirt, taking your lower lip between his teeth softly as the tips of his fingers brush against the soft skin of your thighs before stopping at your core, teasing you through your panties - barely giving you any time to respond to his hungry kisses, tongue pushing against your own
he’ll practically force your begs out of you, fingers curling deep inside of you without warning while eating up every moan you hummed against his mouth hungrily, the sloppiness of the kiss making him press harder against you
constantly reminds you how much of a slut you are for him and how willing you are to fuck him anywhere between pants, tuning out the chatter of the other boys on the other side of the door and focusing on how tight your hole spasmed around him
he’ll eventually have to shove his fingers into your mouth, eyes coaxing you to suck on them to silence your whimpers, his cock continuing its torment on your cunt
LOVES to cum inside you before shoving his fingers into your core, plugging up his liquids and making sure they stayed coated against your walls
simply knowing that you were walking around and chatting to others with his cum seeping out of you and leaking down your thighs makes him so territorial
he loves to watch you crumble when he whispers into your ear, eyes catching the way your thighs clench and rub together with need
he’ll keep his hand gripping your leg tightly, dangerously close to where you most needed him
but he also loves it when you tease him back, making a point to remind him of your lack of underwear under your skirt when around the others, a playful glint in your eye and petty smile tugging at your lips
cue to a few hours later and he’ll be fucking you into the matress without compassion, legs thrown hastily over his shoulders for his cock to reach the deepest parts of your warmth
he’ll make you regret ever teasing him in the first place, edging you until your on the verge of tears
okay but he also has a soft spot for more gentle sex and thats the tea
he especially loves it on his lazy days off, spooning your from behind and lazily thrusting into your core, your liquids mixing together and trailing down the expanse of your leg
peppers small pecks across your bare shoulders, hand reaching down to stimulate you along with his cock
buries his face into the crook of your neck and lets out the most prettiest gasps as he’s about to cum, warm breath hitting your heated skin
he’ll slump against you once he brings you over the edge - failing to care about the mess your wetness made on the sheets as he snuggles against your back, leaving small kisses against it every now and then as he drifts in and out of slumber
the goodest boy ever™
he’ll listen to every demand you make happily, only wanting to please you
and if that means dragging out his own pleasure then so be it
he fully believes his life purpose is to satisfy you
ruts against you greedily when you continuously deny his pleasure, the cutest little begs falling from his kiss-bruised lips and glassy eyes staring into your own - glinting with hope and watching your every move
the epitome of ‘🥺’ during sex
he knows how much of a tease you are and how far you like to take it with your dirty words and fleeting touchs - so he’ll warn you to tone it down everytime you stay the night at the dorm, already knowing his words are going in over your head
he secretly looks forward to it though, the thought of sneaking around the others really gets him going and he knows he’ll do just about anything to feel you around him
he’ll have to bite the back of his fist, being careful not to wake the other sleeping member in the room as you leave soft kisses down the column of his neck, hips rocking against his and breathy moans being shared between you
he gets a little carried away though, hands fisting at the sheets and head thrown back against his pillow, choked moans and stuttered begs leaving his throat as you drag your cunt along the underside of his cock, taking in his flushed skin and wide eyes with pride
his stare will stay pinned to your core, watching it drip onto his stomach and practically begging him to fill it up with his length
he’s a complete mess once you finally lower yourself onto his waiting thickness, pussy stretching out slowly and coaxing a string of curses from the breathless boy beneath you - his attempts to be quiet thrown out the window once you convulse around him, delberiatly rocking your hips down against him
in summary, you’re now banned from having sex in the dorm after jisung woke up and screamed once he saw jeongin fucking you into the mattress after your teasing got the better of him
he’s always too insecure and hesitant to ask you to suck him off, usually just stuttering over his words and fidgeting with his sleeves, avoiding your prying stare at all costs
but once you slowly lower yourself to your knees and have your tongue greedily lap up the pre-cum oozing out of his twitching head after picking up his hints, he’s convinced he can see stars
his legs will tremble and sweat will gather above his brow once you eagerly suck on his tip, taking him inch-by-inch into your mouth
he won’t know what to do with his hands, settling with cupping your face gently as you took your tongue took its time moving around him
the soft graze of your teeth along the soft flesh makes him weak, hips follow the movement of your mouth and nudging the back of your throat with each rut
almost collapses when you swallow his cum eagerly, thumb reaching down to catch the messy drops that seeped past your lips
before softly gasping when you take it into your mouth, sucking around the digit greedily and cleaning off the sticky wetness he managed to catch
he becomes so needy and shy when you praise him
he just LOVES hearing your whispered praises as you worship his heated skin, tongue dragging across his neck before leaving a searing kiss against the flesh
his favourite time to have sex is the morning after you both just wake up
his lazy thrusts combined with the sloppy kisses you leave against his mouth makes him so soft
he’s a such a simp for you inside and outside of the bedroom <333
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warnings – smut 18+, religious and conservative reader, softdom!minho, virgin!reader, manipulation if you squint, corruption kink, dirty talk, guided masturbation? , petnames, praising, unprotected sex, body cumshot
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"according to your file," the dark-haired man in front of you mumbled. not just any dark-haired man, it was the substitute for miss eunji, therefore your new tutor and also the substitue professor for one of your university subjects, "you have attended schools only for women during your whole life, is that right?"
"why is that relevant?" you questioned shyly, your gaze fixed on the hems of your skirt while you were fighting the urges to make eye-contact with him.
"it isn't," he replied, his eyes leaving the sheet of paper in front of him picking up in the fact that you couldn't even face him, "i just thought it was interesting".
"it is better that way," you added, "attending to only-women schools".
"how is that better?" he queried, tilting his head slightly and smiling at your shyness.
"less temptations" you answered, still without being able to lift your gaze up, "that's what my mom says".
"is that what you think?" he questioned again, emphasizing the you.
"yeah, i think so" you replied, fidgeting with your fingers, "temptations take you away from the right path, so i try to stay away from them as much as possible".
minho rested his whole body on his leather office chair, feeling both amused and conflicted by your mindset.
the story of how he ended being a professor at a university conformed by only women students was long but, to make it shorter, he needed a good curriculum before earning his master's degree in international studies. since he already had his bachelor's degree, he decided to apply for a part time job as a substitute professor at ewha university for women. however, he didn't count on having to do these types of work. he wanted to teach, not being some sort of tutor/counselor.
"we are young" minho mumbled, not knowing how to carry the conversation. originally, the first meeting with you as your tutor was meant to talk about any difficulties you had related to college, professor or an specific subject. however, as soon as he read your file and curriculum, he couldn't help but ask questions related to your life, something that was not completely right, "we should be experiencing life, going out with friends, stuff like that".
"i have fun" you muttered, licking your lips while your eyes threatened to look up to him, "it's just... not the convencional way of having fun, i guess".
"do you have any hobbies?" he queried.
"i am part of a group in my local church" you replied, smiling softly while recalling the fun activities you did with them during the weekend, "i am also part of a book club and a debate club, i would consider those my hobbies".
"i see..." minho mumbled, his eyes analyzing every single fragment of the file the last teacher crafted specifically for you, "you have very remarkable grades. almost perfect, i must say".
"thank you sir", you replied, your cheeks turning red as you lifted your gaze to meet his.
much to your surprise, he was already looking at you, "you can just call me minho".
"i don't think that's appropriate, sir".
"i am only 3 years older than you" he shooted with a soft smile, almost too welcoming.
"but you are my professor," you rushed to say, blinking in several occasions due to the nervousness, "i must treat you with respect".
"i would prefer if you call me by my name" he said softly, giving you a reassuring smile, "just think of me as a friend".
you nodded slightly and gave him a confused look.
attending schools were only women students were allowed really affected your social and conversational skills with men. you hardly ever spoke to one, other than those who conformed your family, so being in front of a tempting, yet soft-spoken man was something that mad you feel uneasy.
the way he looked at you, to be more precise, made you feel uneasy. whether it was during class or right there during your private meeting, you couldn't help but feel a strange sensation on your lower abdomen every time he laid his eyes on you. you couldn't describe it or explain it, but it felt unfamiliar.
"as far as i am concerned, these meetings are meant to help you out with any troubles you could be having related to school, assignments, subject or professors" he listed, gathering the sheets of paper that were scattered all over his desk, "is there something i can help you with?"
you looked at him for a few seconds in silence, your heart pounding fast while your breathing acquired a sketchy pace, "i don't have any issues with school at the moment" you mumbled, your cheeks glowing red as you considered the idea of trusting him, "however i do want to talk about something".
a look of surprise was imprinted on his face as soon as he heard you saying those words, genuine concern and interest grew inside him by the minute.
"go on," he mumbled, his body tensing up slightly while he separated from his leather chair, "like i said, you can think of me as a friend".
you gave him a quick smile before going back to your anxious countenance, your sweaty hands fidgeting against each other while your right leg did repetitive movements against the floor. up and down.
"do you... have any hobbies?" you queried, your question taking him a bit by surprise.
"yeah, i do" he replied, almost confused by how embarrassed you looked while asking that question, "i like going out with my friends during the weekends, reading, drinking, watching videos on my cellphone, researching..."
"do you go to parties often?" you interrupted, your eyes shining while the conversation started to flow a bit more casual than before.
"i do, yeah" he scoffed, knowing that –based on the previous conversation you both had– you were probably not allowed to attend to them, "they are very fun, specially when close friends are there".
"do you drink?"
"do you smoke?"
"not my thing" he mumbled, laying back on his seat again, "how are these questions related to the tutoring session?"
"they aren't" you rushed to explain, "you just make me kind of curious".
"you don't have much male friends, do you?" he inquired, losing all the professionalism he was supposed to have, being now a young professor. still, you didn't seem to mind it.
"not really," you shook your head, parting your gaze from him, "like i said before, they are a temptation and they must be avoided".
he nodded slightly and agreed, even though he didn't really shared the same mindset as you.
still, he thought it was kind of sad.
you were strikingly attractive and you could have any person you wanted with the snap of a finger. however, you were not quite interested in that.
and that was a tragedy because, ever since the first time he saw you inside that classroom, sitting on your desk with both of your legs crossed, he knew that you could've had him at your mercy if you would've wanted to.
"i see" minho mumbled, his eyes lost in the endearing way you looked at him, "women are a temptation as well, you know?"
"it's different" you rushed to say, the sensation on your lower abdomen intensifying each time you locked your eyes with his, "men only want one thing, that's why they are a temptation for us".
"and women don't want that too?" minho replied, trying his hardest to divert the conversation to any other friendly topic that didn't involve talking about sex with one of his students.
"i don't" you shyly admitted, lowering your gaze again and fixing it on the pattern of your skirt again, "or at least i think so".
the last part came out more as a whisper than actual words, but the dark-haired substitute still managed to pick on them.
"it is completely natural" he explained, again, fighting the urges to make such an awkward conversation any longer than it needed to be, "it's not a matter of religion it's just... human needs".
"it's a sin."
"if you are looking through the lense of religion, then it is." minho replied.
as twisted as it sounded, he couldn't deny te tension he felt towards you at that exact moment. of course, he never thought of you that way before.
he had promised to himself that he was going to be as professional as he could in order to perform well at his new job but, right now, having you in his office in front of him with such innocence and curiosity imprinted on your face, he couldn't help but think about all sorts of filthy things he would like to teach you.
"how else can i look at it?" you genuinely questioned, licking your lips nervously, "my whole life i have been told that it is wrong, that's what they have taught me".
"why is that?" minho counter-attacked, "you must have a good answer other than because it goes against god's word".
however, he was wrong.
your whole life you were taught to think of sex like something repulsive, something dirty. something that shouldn't be discussed nor performed. something that was reserved for only old adults that loved each other and were united in marriage by the power of god.
but you didn't know why it was that wrong.
"i don't know" you whispered again, your cheeks turning bright red by the second.
minho licked his lips and spreaded his legs, feeling the familiar –yet inconvenient– pressure on his bulge.
"having sex or feeling attracted to the idea of having sex it is not a sin" he mumbled, "it is something natural, something that your body needs".
"how do you know when your body needs it?" you questioned and, for the first time in the whole meeting, you could listen him swallowing hard.
"i don't think we should-"
"please" you pleaded, lifting your gaze up and focusing on him, "i want to know more about it".
minho gave you a hesitant look before diverting his gaze to the clock hanging from the wall in his office.
"y/ln i don't think it's an appropriate topic to be discussed during these tutoring sessions" he spitted, mentally slapping himself for even thinking about joining that little game you were innocently trying to play.
"you said i could think of you as a friend" you muttered with some despair in your voice, "and friends help each other out when they have doubts, isn't that right?"
minho closed his eyes slowly for a second, reconsidering all the unprofessional stuff he said during the meeting that leaded him to end up in this situation.
"when you look at me," you continued, your eyes fixing on his while you tilted your head, "i feel weird, like a chill traveling along my body. my whole skin feels a lot hotter, and i feel some sort of pressure in my lower abdomen".
when he heard you mouthing out those words, he knew that he could no longer hold back or resist you. even if it was wrong, due to the academic relationship you two had, he was determined to move forward.
"what else do you feel?" he queried, his body tensing up again while he leaned on into his desk.
"i feel something" you shyly admitted, your gaze falling all the way to your shoes again.
minho swallowed hard, his bulge inside of his pants growing harder everytime you spoke. "and that something, does it feel good?"
"it does" you replied, "never in my life i've felt that before, or maybe i have but not as much as i feel it when you look at me".
minho stood up from his chair and walked all the way to the chair next to yours, sitting down with his legs spreaded open while he leaned forward to try and cover his bulge.
"so, minho" you whispered, the lingering eerie feeling of calling a figure of authority by his name, "have you ever had it before?"
"sex?" minho replied, his deep and intense gaze admiring every single inch of your body now that he was closer to your figure, "yes, i have".
"i am curious," you continued, "to know how it all feels like".
"look" minho mumbled, his guilty gaze looking at the door of his office –that felt maybe too formal for a 23 year old– and then at you, "i don't mind moving forward, but we should be doing this here".
you were too nervous to even second guess your decision, and only noticed that you were still inside of the university campus until he pointed it out. your body turned around to face the clock on the wall, 19:40.
"i have to be home by eight" you mumbled, trying to tell him that you didn't have much time. the trajectory from college to your house was at least 25 minutes long and, after being in a complete oblivion the whole meeting, an inevitable sentiment of fear started growing inside you. "god, my mom is going to kill me".
"you are staying at my place tonight." he mumbled, seeing your accelerated movements while you frantically stood up from your seat, "tomorrow it's another day and we can think about a solution".
"no, you don't understand" you rushed to say, picking up your backpack from the floor and rushing to the door of the office, "you don't know her, she is probably mad right now, she is going to p-"
"y/n" minho's deep voice interrupted you, almost serenenting you. the man stood up from his seat and approached your figure by the door, one of his hands softly touching your waist and automatically making you squirm under his touch.
he smiled, cute.
"can you please answer something for me?" he questioned, your whole body tensing while you felt the warmth of his palm against your body. even if you were fully clothed, you could swore you felt your skin burning, ablazing.
"y-yes?" you muttered, your glossy eyes raising up to meet his.
"do you trust me?"
you blinked once, twice and even three times, trying to containing the tears. only then, the realization hitting you like a velocity train.
this was wrong, in so many levels. not only it was against your beliefs, but it could get you in trouble at college too. a professor working at an only-women univeristy, hanging out with one of his students? it could get him fired and you in a lot of trouble, even expelled.
sure, he was almost the same age as you and, if you had met him in a completely different context, then things would've been slightly different. but this whole situation represented a lot of danger, not only for you but for him as well.
"we can get in trouble" you whispered, your hand resting on the door handle, "it is not a matter if i believe if this is right or wrong, but you shouldn't be doing this either".
"i shouldn't be doing a lot of things and i still do them because i want to" he replied, his body leaning in closer to you.
his warmth, his smell, the way his breath caressed your cheek. it was all new and extremely exciting for you, making ravages inside of your mind. the sudden urge of submitting to his presence was too strong for you to handle it and, even when you had absolutely no knowledge of these situations, you wanted to learn from him.
you wanted him to teach you everything there was to know about it.
his head slightly tilted to face the clock to his right, the corners or his lips twisting in a smile. 19:45. "seems like you are not going to be home in time" he softly teased, his heart skipping a beat or too as he admired the fear and arousal in your eyes, "why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"
"we will figure out tomorrow an excuse" he whispered in your ear, his hand traveling from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer, "but tonight, i will take care of you, alright?"
you nodded slightly, giving in at the number one temptation you were warned about your whole life: men.
but how can you resist minho? everything about him was inviting to you, from the way he talked to the way his eyes scanned every single part of your body. the irrational part of you always dreamed about giving in to sin, and it was all his fault.
countless nights you found yourself thinking about him, feeling that same pressure on your lower back that was only relieved each time your hips moved in circular motions against the mattress. and, even then, the feeling didn't go away until you finally fell asleep.
some days, you would woke up in the middle of your sleep feeling a warm sensation in between your legs after a disastrous dream with him. you would pray over and over again for forgiveness for even thinking about those things even in your dreams.
but to answer his initial question, and for a completely unknown reason to you: yes, you trusted him.
"take me with you, please".
you awaited for him a few blocks away from college, agreeing in taking different paths to avoid be seen or recorded by the security cameras at the entrance of the campus. as you walked away, both of your hands holding on for dear life to your backpack, you felt the sudden urge to run.
run away from your temptations and from your sins.
but at the same time, your body didn't cooperated with your mind. your body was eager to be educated, to explore, to learn. your body needed his touch, your body needed to experience those feelings people talked about in movies or t.v. shows that you usted to watch behind your mother's back.
and you knew that, judged by the warm feeling between your legs.
you waited for him at the nearest bus stop, sitting down at the bench while you covered part of your thighs with your backpack, holding it against your body with trembling hands.
minho's black sports car didn't took long to appear into your vision, slowing down as he approached the bench you were sitting on. as the true gentleman he was, he got out of the car to open the door for you.
the rest of the trip was spent in silence, the only audible things were the soft song playing on on the radio, your heart beats and you accelerated breathing. minho turned to face you every once in a while, offering you a soft and reassuring smile each time.
your gaze fixed on the way his hands maneuvered the steering wheel, the veins popping on his arms making your body squirm in your seat. you were too into him to even think things through, you simply couldn't.
he was intoxicating and you were not strong enough to fight someone like him.
"what are you thinking about?" he queried without parting his gaze from the road.
"you are very attractive" you whispered, not bothering to look away once he caught you lost in his image.
he gave you a side smile that slowly turned into a smirk. he knew that, but he liked hearing it from you.
he always found pleasure in corruption. watching people become their worst yet best versions of themselves. it was just too thrilling, to ruin a pretty body and a pretty mind. and it was even more thrilling when that pretty body and mind also came with a pretty face and endearing personality, like you had.
"and you are beautiful" he replied.
simple, blunt and, most importantly, completely honest.
he knew it since the very first time he saw you sitting inside that classroom, how you were going to wreak havoc inside him. even so, he managed to stay and act professionally throughout the whole semester, only falling into the sweet temptation once you admitted that you felt exactly the same about him.
that's why you were so special. because he had been craving you since he met you, but you were merely just a fantasy to him. something he wanted to have, but that he mentally convinced himself that he wouldn't.
until that night, of course.
the sudden stop of the vehicle interrupted your trail of thoughts, your eyes analyzing every single part of the environment you were in. it was a parking lot, from an apartment complex.
he opened the door for you, allowing you to get out of the car while you fixed your skirt. "you live alone?" you asked him.
"i have been living alone for a while now, yeah" he replied, pushing the buttons outside of the elevator as you two waited patiently, "besides working as a substitute teacher on ewha, i also work in research projects. they pay off really well".
"i can tell" you whispered to yourself. judged by only the parking lot and the cars there, you automatically picked up the fact that you were probably in a very luxurious neighborhood.
money, another temptation.
as the elevator doors opened and you got inside, the whole mood surrounding the both of you shifted. like magic. going from being painfully awkward to an interesting tension, you caught minho staring at you every once in a while.
"how was your first kiss?" he bluntly asked, out of the blue. you choked on your own saliva, coughing slightly while your eyes opened like plates.
"oh, i-" you mumbled, licking your lips "it was- mess".
minho cocked one of his eyebroys in surpise, his gaze fixed on the silver doors that were now starting to open slowly in front of the both of you, "why was that?"
he stepped outside of the elevator and you followed him, walking along a hallway that seemed straight out of a very expensive hotel. "it was a dare" you replied, your eyes sticked to carpet beneath your shoes, "in highschool. one of my girl friends introduced me her neighbors and we were just fooling around. i felt awful afterwards".
minho opened the door to his apartment and, much to your surprise, it was more minimalistic than you thought it would be. everything was white, except for the furniture that was either beige, black or the same color as the rest of the place.
"it felt awful because you felt guilty or it felt awful because it was a bad kiss?" he queried, placing the keys on a small coffee table next to the door and closing it right behing him.
"we were like 16" you shyly replied, "i don't think he even knew how to kiss someone properly".
minho turned around with a soft smirk, gently cornering your body between his and his door. your whole body started shaking in anticipation, the warmth between your legs returning as soon as minho's face was mere centimeters away from your face, "do you want to know how it really feels to be kissed?" he questioned with a deeper voice. his gaze was now completely dark, his breathing was a bit faster than usual and his glistening lips were almost driving you to the edge.
but you were already committed to it.
"please," you whispered, tilting your head slightly, "please teach me".
and without losing any more time, his lips crashed into yours. slowly, very slowly. your heart pounding faster than before, just in the middle of it you wondered what the hell you were going to do. you didn't know how to kiss and, based on the previous chat you two had, he seemed to have a lot of experience.
still, you were a fast learner. picking up on what he did, you decided to do the same. gently brushing your lips against his, his tongue swiftly touching yours with slow motions, his teeth gripping your lower lip and earning a sweet, unknown sound out of you.
"it feels good, doesn't it?" he asked you still with your lips brushing against each other and both of your eyes closed.
his hands traveled from your hips to your arse, caressing it softly while he lifted the fabric of your skirt up. god. you sighed at the action, feeling timid at the thought of someone else seeing your naked body.
"you have such a pretty body, you know that?" he mumbled, his touch sending shivers down your spine, "very, very, very pretty body".
his hands found the hems of your underwear, slightly pulling it down and off of your legs. you flinched at the action and he noticed it, locking his gaze in an intense eye contact with you while your panties made their way down to the floor. "it's okay, angel" he whispered, his eyes imprinting the image of your lustful gaze into his mind, "i will take care of you, i promised it".
you nodded slightly, wanting to hide your face in the crook of his neck due to embarrassment. you knew that your underwear was a mess, you could feel the wetness in your core as soon he stripped your panties off of you.
"we have to make an agreement" he mumbled with both a lustful but more serious tone than before, pulling your skirt down again after he finished removing your underwear, "if i do something that you don't like, you have to say a word and i will stop".
"which word?" you muttered, slightly squeezing your thighs together almost instinctively.
his eyes scanned the whole living room of his own apartment, thinking long and hard about a distinctive safe word only to end up with a very common one, "red".
"red" you repeated to yourself, making sure to not forget it.
"if you want me to stop, just say the word," he explained his hand traveling from your arse onto your lower back, pulling your vulnerable body against him one more time, "if i do something you don't like, or you don't feel comfortable with, say the word and i will stop".
you nodded in agreement, feeling how his hand pushed you slightly away from the door. he started walking towards a black door located next to the living room and you followed him right after, wondering what was next for you.
but just as you were about to enter his room, your phone rang inside of your backpack.
"don't pick up" he ordered you, shooting a glance at you once he saw you stopping in silence, "you are with me now".
the way he said those words was both frightening and comforting. you found him intimidating but, at the same time, he made you feel protected. even if things were chaotic outside of his small apartment, he managed to brainwash your pretty brain just fine. as long as you were with him, the real world was alright.
"get inside" he commanded, opening the door for you and revealing a not-so-different but pretty neat bedroom. the thing that captured your attention the most was the wall in front of him that was fully covered in mirrors.
he closed the door right behind him, a devilish grin appearing on his face as soon as he saw your curious eyes glancing at the mirror, "don't you look pretty?"
his body approached you from behind, your eyes lost in the reflection of both figures, "it's such a timely event to have these around" he whispered into your ear, talking about the wall of mirrors right in front of his bed, "that way, you will be able to see everything".
suddenly, you felt pressure against your arse. his hands were resting on your hips, tracing the sides of your body every now and then while your gaze got lost in the mirror, not being able to look away for any reason.
"have you ever touched yourself?" minho asked, knowing exactly the answer he wanted to hear.
and if god existed, he probably heard his thoughts.
"no" you shook your head, your body instinctively brushing against his bulge, "i don't know how to".
"why don't i teach you?" he questioned so casually, his ablazing touch burning every single area on your body he touched. you nodded slightly, feeling how he pulled you against him as he walked slightly backwards to meet the edge of the bed, sitting on it while having your back against his chest and your naked core on his lap. "i want you to watch yourself through the mirror" he commanded, lifting your skirt up and exposing completely your core. you couldn't help but look away, not being brave enough to face such image, "can you do that for me, angel? can you be a good girl and follow my rules?"
you looked at him for a few silent seconds before being determined to fulfill your task. your face turning slowly to look at the mirror one more time while his hands took charge into teasing your body, dragging themselves along your thighs and leaving a burning sensation on them.
"look at you," he whispered softly, one of his digits slowly tracing your wetted slit while your whole body squirmed in its place, "does this always happens?"
"it happens when i dream of you" you admitted, feeling your juices coating his digits.
"you dream of me, hm?" he hummed, slightly touching your core as a way of getting you used to his touch. he couldn't help but smile at every sigh that escaped your lips and every sudden movement your body made against his, "how often do you dream of me?"
"constantly" you whimpered, your eyes fixed on the way his slimmed fingers trace your entrance. before continuing with his task, he grabbed one of your hands and guided you all the way to your core, your inexperienced self not knowing exactly what to do.
"with your middle and index finger," he softly instructed, his prominent bulge grazing against your lower back and arse, "you are going to caress yourself here". he placed your digits over your budle of nerves, moving it ever so slightly in circular motions while you let out a deep sigh, "keep doing that for me, will you?"
you nodded in agreement, feeling your cheeks glow red. if this was a sin, why did it felt this good?
you slowly continued with your movements, only stopping once you felt one of minho's fingers stretching your cunt. the sudden pain and awkward feeling made you let out a faint cry, your gaze lost in the way his finger dissappeared inside your hole.
"it may hurt a bit, angel" he numbled with his lips against your shoulders and his gaze lost in the way you unconsciously spreaded your legs even more for him, "but i promise you that it will feel good later".
you bit your lower lip as he started to acquire a soft pace, his digit going in and outside of you at a ver slow rythm, "keep touching yourself for me, please" he pleaded once he saw you stopped, following his orders right away.
and only then, you understood what he meant. the mixture between his fingers and yours was heavenly, too good to be true. and, as he increased his pace, you did the same. your hips bucking up slightly at the feeling, wanting more and more each time an unfamiliar pressure built up in your lower abdomen. soon, one finger was not enough and he took it into account, inserting a second one after he realized how well you were taking him.
"that's it" he praised, looking at how you closed your eyes shut while a series of cries and whimpers left your lips, "you are such a good girl, you are doing so good for me".
you moaned at his words, the sound of his voice only contributing more to your own arousal. the movement of his fingers increased dramatically, forcing you to increase your pace as well while the sweet taste of an unknown sensation started to wash up on your body.
"minho" you moaned with a desperate tone, your legs slightly closing at the overwhelming feeling, "god, i-"
"just let go," he ordered, his available hand forcing your legs opened while the other continued with his work, "be a good girl and cum for me".
never in your life you had touched yourself, let alone having an orgasm. you couldn't quite understand what was happening inside you, but the feeling was too good to be pushed away. still, your hand that was previously rubbing your bundle of nerves, soon found itself trying to push minho's hand away from your core, both of your legs threatening to close shut, "this feels so-".
"come on, angel" minho groaned between his teeth, managing to keep on rubbing your clit with his thumb all while you tried to push his hand away as an instinctive movement, "cum all over my fingers, show me how good i made you feel".
and without being able to hold the sweet explosion inside you, you finally let go. toes curling up, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your body slightly covered in sweat trembling under his arms... it was such a heavenly sight for minho. the way his name slipped off of your lips while you cummed, the sound of your whimpers and moans and the way you held yourself tight against his body as if you were going to crumble down at that exact moment was all he needed to cum right there with you.
but he needed to wait a little longer. he needed to mark you forever, ruin both your pretty body and pretty mind.
"good girl" he praised, admiring how your weak body came from your first high, "you did so well, taking everything i gave you".
"it felt so good" you whispered, your teary eyes and rosy cheeks making minho's bulge twitch inside of his pants, "i never thought- i didn't know it would feel like this".
"it felt good, yeah?" he questioned, his eyes looking at the sight of your hardened nipples beneath your shirt.
"it felt more than good" you replied with hitching breath, your throbbing cunt exposed completely to the reflection in the mirror, "i just-".
"i can keep on making you feel good, angel" he mumbled against your ear, your whole body covering on goosebumps, "may i?"
with no inhibitions or shyness, you nodded almost too eagerly. you stood up from his lap, fixing your skirt and your blouse. he stood up immediately after you, revealing something that you were not prepared to see.
he was big. maybe too big.
he smiled while he saw your gaze fixed on his growing bulge, "you caused this, angel".
you raised your eyes to meet his, his penetrative glance telling you more than his words could ever say. his body approached yours, his desperate hands removing the rest of your articles of clothing until the very last one, leaving you completely naked in front of him and the mirror.
and, even when he was the first person to ever see you like this, you felt far from shy.
the way he looked at you with such lustful eyes made you feel proud, for an unknown reason. his hungry eyes traveling along your body only confirmed the statement he spitted earlier that day: women were also a temptation.
but that didn't matter now, when you were completely naked and at his mercy, ready to take anything and everything he was about to give you.
"do you have any idea how many times i thought of you like this?" he asked you, pulling your naked body against his while his bulge made pressure on your lower abdomen and your hardened nipples grazed against the rough fabric of his shirt, "do you have any idea how many times i came with the thought of your pretty body underneath me begging for me to fuck it and use it?"
the words he used made your thigh squeeze together, such filthy sentences coming from such pretty lips only reminded you of how tempting lee minho was.
"you have no idea, angel".
"why don't you-" you mumbled, "why don't you show me?"
he gave you a soft smile, withdrawing your body from him while he undressed for you. his soft skin looked extremely appealing, a caramel shade. on his abs there was a small scar, maybe too small to be perceived with a quick glance but, if anything, it only made his body ten times more attractive.
removing his pants and underwear, there was the thing you had been anticipating the most. and as soon as you saw him in its entirety, the walls inside your cunt clenched around absolutely nothing.
"get on the bed angel" he ordered, "can you do that?"
you followed his command with no hesitation, laying down on the bed while you opened your legs for him, holding both of your thighs with your hands. he smiled at the realization that he didn't even had to ask you for you to spread your legs. your body instinctively did it.
"are you sure you want this?" minho asked with a raspy voice, his eyes fixed on your dripping cunt. you didn't took long to reply with a subtle nod, your heart racing at ten miles per hour once you saw his firm body leaning against yours. "it might hurt a little bit, but i know you can take it, angel".
and, with that being said, a painful pressure against your tight entrance was quick to appear, followed by a loud groaned from minho himself.
"oh-" you whimpered, closing your legs around him while he slowly thrusted himself deep inside you, "it hurts-".
"shhhhhhh" he whispered, his whole body resting on his forearms while he enjoyed the delicious feeling of your tight, weak walls clenching around his cock, "you can take it all the way in".
you closed your eyes and arched your back against the mattress, the strange feeling of his length inside you making you cry a tear or two because of the pain.
"you are doing so. so. well" he panted, both of your bodies meeting again once his cock was buried deep inside your tight hole, "my angel".
you opened your eyes slightly, finding minho's eyes already fixed on yours. he was too attractive, too seductive. the way he breathed, the grimaces of pleasure he made and the way small groans escaped from his lips each time you clenched around him were enough stimuli for you to start feeling more pleasure than pain, your hips moved in circles against minho as a way to tell him that you were completely ready to take him.
"my pretty angel," he grunted, looking at how your body reacted to him, "so desperate to have me already?"
"i am sorry" you apologized shyly, feeling both aroused and pathetic.
"don't be" he mumbled, pulling himself out of you only to thrust his length in you again, earning another whimper from you, "it turns me on, seeing how desperate you are for me".
his hips started to acquire a pace and, honestly, you would be lying if it said it didn't hurt. but as soon as you felt his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, the now very familiar sensation started to build inside you again.
"look at how well you take my cock inside that pretty cunt of yours" minho praised, his eyes lost in the way your breast bounced every time he pounded his cock inside you, "you clench around me like you had been dreaming of this exact moment for months now, haven't you?"
your cheeks started to feel warmer after such an statement, knowing that it was true. no matter how hard you tried to push those thoughts away on your daily basis, they always came back at night, when you were asleep.
"m-more" you moaned, your hips rolling against his with soft movements in an attempt to intensify the sensations even more.
"you want me to go slower?" he teased, the movement of his hips decreasing dramatically while you whined.
"n-no, please" you begged, your glossy eyes looking directly at him, "faster"
"you want me to go faster?" he queried, "is my angel needy for my cock?"
you nodded without giving him a proper answer. still, your fucked out eyes and your trembling body said anything he needed to know at that point.
and, after teasing you for a while, he finally gave you what you wanted. matching the pace of his hips with the one on his digits, the familiar warmth inside you started to spread rapidly throught your whole body, the electricity traveling from your head to the tip of your toes.
"i feel it again" you cried, closing your legs around his hips, "god, it feels more intense".
"take me" he groaned, leaning into tour body slightly while still caressing your bundle of nerves, "take everything i am giving you and show me how much you are enjoying it".
and as a reflex, you arched your back. minho's soft lips went immediately after one of your hardened buds, sucking and licking on them while your hands traveled all the way to his dark hair.
"minho" you cried, all the overwhelming sensation becoming one, "don't stop, please, don't stop, don't -"
the dark-haired smirked against your breasts, realizing who he turned you into.
someone with no inhibitions, someone who would rather think with her impulses rather than her head. from being a religious, pure college student to a needy, hungry cockslut... he felt proud both of you and what he did.
it was beautiful to see you let go like this, specially when it was for him.
"minho, i am cumming" you cried, arching your back while his hips aggressively bucked into yours, the pace of his fingers against your clit making you shake uncontrollably under him.
"keep going" he groaned, still fucking your cunt, "keep cumming around my cock".
and as you predicted, that orgasm was ten times more intense than your first and previous one.
you clenched around him several times before falling into overstimulation, your vulnerable body crying everytime minho's cock reached the special spot that helped you approach your high the previous times.
he wasn't far from his orgasm as well, but he needed to imprint your image on his brain, in case this was the last time he was going to see you like this.
and only after a few seconds, his cock started to twitch inside of you, warning him that he was just as close to his release.
with a swift movement he pulled himself out of you, milking his cock until the very last drop. your naked abdomen and breasts suddenly became stained with his hot arousal, making the pure and innocent image slowly fade away until it was converted into your pretty body all fucked dumb and covered with his own cum.
such a pleasent sight for a filthy act.
"you should know that," minho panted, one of his hands slowly caressing your knee while you kept your legs spreaded for him, "you look beautiful as a sinner".
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pairing: lee minho x fem!reader
genre: enemies to lovers (kinda), smut
word count: 3.7k
this was a request: anonymous
➳ “Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?” + marking.
→ smut warnings under the cut
warnings: piv, unprotected sex, cum facial, hair pulling, dirty talk (nice/praise/teasing), a little general roughness but nothing wild, a splash of marking.
the saying is that “bad things come in threes.”
so, when your bus arrives and leaves all of five minutes before you get there, forcing you to rebook a ticket and wait an hour and a half in the cold, windy weather for the next — that's one. at the time, not something you spend much thought on, it happens.
and when your friend calls you to inform you that the weather is so bad coming from her side of town that she and the car load of friends meant to accompany you at the rental home for the weekend getaway won't be arriving until some time tomorrow morning — there's the second. it's not the end of the world, you think to yourself, as she explains that she's already contacted the rental host and changed the name of the reservation into yours so that you're able to get inside safe and sound — after all, there are worse things than having a whole, lavish, five bedroom, three bathroom house to yourself for a night.
the 'worse things,' of course, being the third and final 'bad,' as it were — hauling your bags up the brown and grey cobble stone walkway and close enough to the front porch for the motion sensor lights to finally illuminate — frankly, you'd have been happier to find a stranger, and you're already wondering if there are any axe murderers mulling about these parts that you could contact straight away, perhaps their schedules are free and could do you a solid.
you're unsurprised that he's the first to speak, and to say something irritating at that. hair slightly damp and windswept, it looks as though he's been standing out in the elements and against the door for far too long — a thought that brings you much delight; the misery of one lee minho.
it's not that he's ever done anything particularly wrong, not to you, or to your other friends, which is why he remains inside of the friend group, but some people simply don't click, and the two of you are certainly evidence of that — between snide remarks in relation to any innocent going on, and minho's insistence on having something to say about everything you say or do, the last person you'd have wanted to meet here tonight without the buffer of the other handful of people, was him.
but here he is.
slinging a bag up and over your shoulder with a huff, you toss the keys to the front door at him with a tad bit of aggression — the act brings a curl to one side of his mouth, as if enjoying the annoyance he's already brought into your life.
“didn't know anyone else was here, I just got off the phone with them, won't be in until tomorrow.”
“bummer,” minho sighs, turning the key into the lock and pressing the door open at the clicking sound. “guess you'll just have to make me dinner tonight, then.”
“stooping down to sexism now, are we? ol' run of the mill being an annoyance not enough for you anymore?” you chime out as you walk past him and inside, kicking your shoes off and carrying forward with your belongings.
“it doesn't have anything to do with you being a woman, you psycho,” he rings back. “you're the only other person here. other people can make me dinner, too.”
“i'm sure they're all fighting for the chance to.”
“anyway,” minho ignores you to instead toss his things to the closest doorway that appears to lead into a bedroom. “we do have to eat.”
“and I will, mind your business,” you answer, voice now echoing down the hall and throughout the otherwise empty home — tall ceilings carrying the sound much further than it would otherwise. you find a room that seems suitable enough despite them all appearing more or less the same and chuck your bag onto the bed inside before coming back out and resting eyes on the bizarre sight before you now. “you're not going to look at the other rooms?”
“they're all just empty rooms with beds what difference does it make — now who's not minding their business!”
rolling your eyes, you opt out of giving him any more of your verbal time, stepping towards and into the open layout kitchen — a lavish display that no doubt has cost millions in the renovations, you jostle open the refrigerator door in hopes to find something that may sustain you as far as intake goes — original plan having been that as a group you would all head back into town and go grocery shopping, but with that now off the table, it's up to you and minho to figure it out until morning.
glancing back towards minho's poorly chosen bedroom, you watch him unpack boring t-shirts and clear, plastic bags of skincare items. you think to yourself how annoying to find it, before immediately following up the line of thought with how completely normal it is and that you only find it annoying because it's him.
but self-awareness if half of the battle, after all.
“they got cheese, some condiments—“ you look around yourself again in an attempt to locate more items that might allow for you to put together an actually reasonable food source as you talk through it. “—some bread it looks like, some deli meats...i mean, assuming all of this is still good I think we can at least get by on some dinner sandwiches.”
minho doesn't answer back, something else you find irritating. you're talking to him, after all.
then, your eyes lock onto something else hidden further back into the cold and mostly empty container. “oh, looks like there's a bottle of cheap white wine in here, too. there's that.”
“finally, some good news!” minho finally replies. of course, it's the alcohol that does it.
when “dinner” concludes, the two of you shake on trying to be normal human beings to one another for the remainder of the evening, even going as far as to exchange a few testing chuckles over half eaten sandwiches.
but with the last bit of wine poured into both of your glasses, and downed just as quickly as it had appeared there, that's when the real trouble starts.
a bottle between two, hardly enough to get either of you drunk but enough to make the head a little fuzzy, and the people a little flirtier than usual, when minho leans an elbow onto the table and leans in closer towards you — you don't hate it, not as much as you might usually. where your normal instinct would be to immediately pull back and away from him, scoff, laugh off the intrusion of personal space — now, now you find it to be borderline welcomed.
“why are you such a bitch to me, anyway?”
well, there goes that.
you roll your eyes right in front of him, eager to turn your head away but it's a strong hand that cups at your chin and brings you right back to his eye sight. and again — in most cases, a man putting his hands on you in such a way would not be accepted and would likely result in a hospital trip for him and him alone, but tonight, things are a little different.
minho is no stranger, nor is he any danger to you. he's pretty fucking irritating at worst —
but have you considered the hatefuck? absolutely.
“don't look away from me when i'm talking to you!”
the words come out of him in a chuckle, as if the both of you are well aware that this is a game and not any serious act of violence. you laugh along with him, pressing the tip of your tongue out just a bit to tease him and how upset over nothing he's getting.
“you're kinda handsome when you're trying to act all tough and brooding,” you tease, tugging your face from his grip with little effort required. you watch the way minho's eyebrows pull upwards at the words, as if intrigued by the confession.
“oh, is that so?” he asks, almost sing-song in manner. “is that why you're so mean to me? you want me so bad? want me to fuck you into this dining room table? will that fix you?”
minho is already standing up next to you and unbuckling his belt — it's obviously a humorous display, the two of you bantering and joking about, but you'd be lying if the thought wasn't running through your mind currently, now that he's put it out there.
is that an option?
“why would we fuck on the table? there's plenty of beds in here.” you reply dryly, now testing how far you can flirt with this idea before he rescinds it. or you get dicked down into next tuesday, either or.
and you watch as minho stills finally, perhaps much slower on the uptake than you would have ever expected him to be. busy hands that once playfully tugged at his belt and pant button now pausing at the realization that you might actually be coming onto him, and not simply playing with him to pass the time. eyes dropping down to meet yours as you stare up at him, still seated at the table next to — it's that familiar curl of the the lip once again, devilish and sly — that let's you know he's finally getting what you're serving.
the words come out sort of quietly, a little under his breath, as if also testing the waters of the situation — a demand that the both of you are aware of not having to go along with, that you can simply tell him 'no' and it calls off everything that has otherwise been built up towards this moment.
but instead, you choose to do as told, and just as quickly minho wraps a hand around your arm and yanks you out of the kitchen and down the hall — towards a bedroom, any bedroom.
finally settling on one based on what you can only assume to be pure luck, it's just as quickly that minho has your back flush against it with teeth and lips hard against your own — it's aggressive, a little rough — perhaps filled with years of pining that otherwise only found an outlet in being petty and childish towards you in the most ridiculous, unnecessary, ways.
but for now, who cares?
“can you at least get me into the bedroom?” you ask between energetic kisses, the request brings him to grin into your mouth.
“of course, darling, how rude of me,” you feel him reach down and behind you for the doorknob, twisting and pushing it as the both of you fall towards the newly emptied space behind you. “well would you look at that — there's only one bed, what will we do now?”
you can hear in his voice that it's a sarcastic reference to the popular trope, because quite obviously given the circumstances, one bed is plenty for the activities that you're about to engage in — but taking it a step further, minho presses a hand to the back of your neck and urges you towards the edge of the bed, bending you onto your knees and over the side of it. “any other fun little tropes we can play with tonight?”
“you want to roleplay on our first time?” you laugh, finding the idea of it a little endearing.
“if you want me to fuck you missionary with the lights off i'm more than happy to oblige that, as well.”
“yuck,” you answer quickly. “enemies to lovers? seems apt.”
you can't see his face given your position, but you can hear it in the way his oh sounds out, as if you're a total genius and it's the best idea he's ever heard in his entire life. squeezing ever so slightly onto the back of your neck, minho leans down and over your back towards your ear. “so, you want me to hatefuck you then?”
“if you'd be so kind.”
the juxtaposition in relation to the negotiation of terms, as it were, and the sex you're hoping to engage in that evening making you laugh a bit internally, it's not long at all before minho flips you over and onto your back, roughly pulling at the button of your pants and wasting no time pulling the fabric down your legs — tossing it aside and remembering that his own pants remain long undone from the joking just earlier in the kitchen, you watch as he palms himself through his boxer briefs as he allows his jeans to drop further down and expose more of himself to you — eyes lidded and heavy with lust, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he might actually hate you in that moment.
and in spite of everything, you truly do feel safe with him. besides, if anything goes wrong he'll be a dead man in the morning, anyways.
“anything I can't do, like, in particular?” he asks suddenly, still lazily touching himself for your viewing pleasure as you hastily take the moment to pull your shirt up and over your head.
“umm, don't hit me, don't call me mean names—“
“holy shit, I wouldn't do that if you asked me to this is the first time we're having sex!”
“okay well you asked! I don't know!
“alright lemmie think,” minho says, finally pulling his length out from it's confines. you sit up upon it's reveal, already wanting to put your mouth on him before he even requests it. “suck me off? i'll think of some stuff...hopefully.”
but you're already up and with an eager hand wrapped around him, gently pumping him just in front of your face as he gazes down at the sight — tongue out and pressed to the underside of him, minho's eyes roll back only to pull tightly shut at the feeling of your hot mouth enveloping him whole.
“god, okay, can I cum on your face?”
you pull off only long enough to answer. “yeah, sure.”
“okay, sold. god, it's kind of hard to hate you when you've got your mouth on my dick like that.”
and so you pull off of him entirely, lying back down again and with legs spread wide, as if presenting yourself for him to fuck. “then, fuck me like you're mad that I don't anymore.”
“fuck,” he says suddenly, looking around the room as if for something but quite evidently not going to find what it was that he would be looking for. “i don't have condoms.”
“i don't care, oh my god, just fuck me already.”
“are you sure?”
darting a hand up and into his t-shirt finally to bring him down and on top of you, it's no time wasted between his hands catching himself on the mattress just next to your head and you reaching down to rub his cock again, pressing the tip of him against your pussy as if to entice him even further — insist that he stop thinking and talking and start fucking.
“are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna continue being as worthless as I always thought you were?”
what you didn't expect, was for it to be that easy. minho's hand sliding up the bed and entangling into your hair, a hard grip into your scalp as he takes it upon himself to press his hips forward and bury his thick cock into you — it's not all in one fluid motion, two, three shallow pushes and pulls before he's completely and fully inside of you but he gives you little time to adjust to accommodate his girth before he's rocking against the apex of your thighs — teeth gritted and head dropping down into the juncture between your shoulder and your neck — it's the groans and growls escaping him that really do a number on your want for him, paired of course with the intense drag of him against your unprepared walls.
“feel worthless now?” he asks against the skin of your neck before latching teeth there, biting and sucking into the skin with intent to leave bruises. whimpers and moans falling from your own mouth at the feeling, along with the intensity in which his pounding into you grows — your throat feels dry, words caught somewhere in between their origin and destination at the question. “can't even talk, like my cock that much? you wanted it all this time that's why you're like that?”
you decide to play along, nodding as much as his grip into your hair permits as he chuckles against the skin at the admission. “why don't you be good for me and rub yourself off a bit, if you cum pretty enough on my cock i'll consider painting your face with mine.”
and you've always known minho's had a mouth on him, that much is no surprise, but this filthy is coming as quite one, and in the best kind of way — the words immediately pooling between your legs, walls firmly closing in against him as he fucks you hard, fast and with intent.
minho pulls up and off your body, letting free your hair and allowing you the range of motion to bring a hand down between the both of you to circle fingers into your clit as he settles on his knees — hands bracing on your waist as he fucks you further — less momentum in his hips and more in his arms as he effectively pulls your body down and onto his cock, you have full view of the way the veins and muscles in his arms flex and move with every motion — the way his eyes lock onto the exact place where he disappears into your cunt repeatedly for extended periods of time, before eventually looking back up and making eye contact with you in a sort of way that almost silently asks if everything is still going okay on your end, but with orgasm threatening you, you couldn't answer him verbally right away had you even tried.
“look so pretty, like touching yourself with my dick in you?”
you nod pathetically, the dirty talk still doing you in just as before and the familiar quake of your thighs sneaking up on you.
“yeah, I can feel it, bet this isn't the first time you're going to cum to me, either.”
“f-fuck, minho, i'm—“
“close?” he asks, but it's less in character than before, as if genuinely concerned about being able to get you over the edge. you nod again.
“don't stop, please, please, don't—“
taking the command, he carries on and into you, shutting up long enough to focus on the task at hand as he watches your body tighten and shake beneath him with the promise of release — it doesn't take you much longer to get there, either — teeth and eyes clenched together hard as your orgasm rips through you.
“yeah baby, yeah cum for me, you sound perfect—“
but you're barely even able to process the words before minho pulls out of you suddenly — and probably too close for comfort, but given his desire to fuck you through your own orgasm as much as possible taking it upon himself to trust his own judgment — you feel a familiar hand dipping down and into your hair again, pulling you into a sitting position at the end of it with minho fisting his cock fast and just in front of your face. jaw hanging slack and tongue out, you take the tip of him — wet with you and precum between your lips as you gaze up at him.
“so obsessed with having my cock all this time, could have just asked, but i'll give you what you deserve, you earned it.”
he barely gets the whole sentence out before he's pulling from your mouth and groaning loud into the first rope of cum that empties from him and onto your face — your thankful for the choice to have your eyes closed as the feeling of warm, wetness splashes across your eye and cheek, followed by another, strong string, and slowly finished by the gentle pooling of his cum against your lips and chin as he drags his cock across your skin to make a mess of the job already done.
chest heaving, you open your one available eye to watch minho as he slings his t-shirt off, bringing it to your face and gently attempting to wipe away the mess he only just made there. you giggle at him, appreciating it but shortly thereafter taking the fabric into your own hands to do the job yourself.
kneeling down in front of you, the man looks at you from between your knees and with bright, wide eyes — like a puppy dog expecting praise for doing a good job. “so? how was it?”
“you're kind of a lousy hatefuck, i'll be honest,” you laugh, handing him back his cum-soaked shirt and realizing you'll have to elaborate based on his dropping expression. “what I mean is, you were kind of nice about it, don't you think? the praise?”
minho scoffs, but in a way that you know that he knows that what you're saying is the truth, coyly crossing his arms over his now bare chest and huffing as he makes a display of looking away from you. “it's the first time and we barely got to discuss anything! what am I supposed to do? put you in a choke hold and call you a slut? you said no mean names!”
thinking about it for a moment, you figure he's probably right, and it generally best to err on the side of caution, but it certainly does present itself to a flurry of other potentials in the future.
“well, we've got all night.”
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09 - thigh riding
pairing: minho x gn!reader
warnings: smut (+18), thigh riding, dirty talk, a bit of praising kink
as you sat next to your best friend, innocently watching a movie together, you couldn’t keep your attention to it. your eyes kept lingering on his exposed muscular thighs. you cursed him in your mind for wearing shorts next to you. your whole body felt like on fire, he was so close to you. all you wanted to do is straddle him. just from the thought you squeezed your thighs together, a long sigh leaving your lips.
“you think i don’t know?” his voice startled you, for a second you forgot he was actually here.
“what?” you asked him, oblivious.
he didn’t answer and you yelped in surprise when you felt his hands on your waist as he lifted you up and with one swift movement you were straddling his thigh. your breath hitched in the back of your throat and you stared at him with wide eyes. your poorly clothed area was pressing on his skin as he leaned in and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you but he went past your lips and his hot breath touched your ear making you shiver.
“you stare at my thighs all the time clenching yours at the same time. i know what’s going on in that little head of yours” his voice was deep and raspy and that didn’t help you from heating up down there. “i can feel how hot you’re getting” suddenly he flexed his muscles and you left a low moan and this just made him chuckle. “you want to ride my thigh, love? is that it?”
you didn’t trust your voice so you just nodded eagerly but that didn’t satisfy him. “use your voice, baby” he growled.
“yes yes, minho please. please…” you were as surprised as him when you started begging. you can’t process what’s happening right now but you’re definitely okay with it. your words only turned him on more. his fingers hooked onto your panties and quick enough they were ripped apart and tossed on the side of the couch. you silently patted yourself on the back for only wearing an oversized shirt which was probably his.
finally his lips touched yours as he kissed you softly, tongue dragging across your bottom lip asking for entry which you let him. he placed his hands on your hips squeezing it. “go ahead baby, ride my thigh” he murmured into your lips.
you began to move against him and now you were thankful that he only wore shorts. the skin to skin feeling was making you even more wet if that’s even impossible. he bounced his thigh and you had to bit your lip to not moan loudly.
“i want to hear you, sweetheart” he groaned and cupped your cheek with his hand, slowly dragging his thumb through your lips.
you nodded as you looked in his eyes, letting yourself get lost in them for a moment. “fuck” you moaned gripping his shirt.
“you’re doing great” minho muttered and bit his lip watching you fall apart on his thigh. “if you keep looking at me like that i’m gonna cum in my pants” he gulped. Your pupils were dilated, lips red and swollen from biting it too hard.
with the help of his hands on your hips you started moving faster as you kept hitting the right spot. you gripped his shirt even harder and he started bouncing his thigh again. “shit shit shit” you groaned as you felt yourself getting close. “fuck, minho” the way his name rolled out of your mouth with a moan took his breath away. he grabbed you by the back of the neck and pulled you into a kiss, this time it was more aggressive and needy.
“i’m close” you pulled your lips away for a moment to mumble out the words.
“come on baby, cum for me” he encouraged you and touched his lips with yours. “you look so good riding my thigh, princess. I could do this every day” he purred and softly bit your bottom lip. you let go of his shirt and cupped his cheeks with both of your hands, once again pulling him into a heated kiss as you felt a wave of pleasure hitting all over your body. you moaned into his mouth while minho moved his hands higher and wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him. you pulled your lips away after a few seconds and rested your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath.
“i think i wanted this more than you” he muttered quietly after a few seconds making you chuckle.
“you have no idea”
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day five | l. mh | skz
content: fem!reader (good girl, mentions of clit and g-spot, etc.), riding, recording of moans, dirty talk
a/n: for those who haven’t seen my blog, please read my rules and my age before interacting with me. also, sorry if my kinktober stuff is lower quality, i’m busy during the day and don’t have a ton of writing time. not proofread, excuse typos please
“Thank you, baby,” He says softly as you place his lunch on the desk and press a kiss to his cheek. “Sit,” he encourages, rubbing his thighs. You sit gingerly on his lap, fingers interlaced behind his neck as you look down in his pretty eyes.
“Hi,” you smile, running your hands through the short ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He smiles back, smoothing his hands over your thighs, his thumbs pressing on the inside of it. Your legs part easily with the movement, and you rut slightly against the muscles and his jeans as he shifts you.
Minho smirks at the movement, but doesn’t point it out. “Hi, pretty girl,” he whispers sweetly, watching how your now lidded eyes fall to his full lips. “Kiss me,” he prompts, licking his lower lip, holding back a pleased smile as you immediately lean in and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Like you mean it.”
You inhale sharply, but nod and press a deeper, headier, and more intense kiss, being met with matching intensity from your boyfriend. You moan softly as he nips your lip, bruising the delicate skin with how he presses into you. His hands grip your hips and drag you closer to his frame, rubbing you directly over his cock.
“Good,” he praises, forcing you to grind against him. “Now, you’re going to ride my cock, and I’m gonna record your moans as my dick ruins your pretty pussy, m’kay, baby?” Whimpering at his words, you grind your clit against the denim of his jeans through the thin fabric of your panties - skirt doing nothing to add a boundary for the friction.
He slips your underwear to the side, hooking a finger to drag them - he brushes a wet spot, and laughs softly as he does, but he doesn’t point it out, just rubs your clit gently with his index finger in circular motions, smiling as you quiver at the sensation. Hands shaking, you slide his shirt up his abs to unbutton his jeans.
Minho lifts his hips to help you as you tug at the zipper, and sucks in a desperate breath as you work your hand into his underwear and stroke him to full hardness, spreading the beaded pre-cum down his shaft sloppily. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses out, voice deep and raspy. “Ride me,”
You slowly work yourself onto his cock, thighs tensed and jaw clenched at the stretch of his wide head and angry dick. “Mmf, fuck, Minho,” you whimper, faintly registering his hand reaching over to press something on his desk - which was digging into your back in a painful but welcome way, and you slowly start bouncing on him.
His hand was still working your clit, and it sent thrills of fire though and down your spine, ecstasy burning your nerves. “That’s it, moan for me pretty girl,” He demands, pressing the bundle of nerves harder and sucking hickies into your clavicles and breasts. “Want to record you. It’ll be m’ favorite song, listen to it whenever I miss you,”
Whimpering, you throw your head back as you pick up the pace, slamming yourself on his cock, hitting your g-spot with each move, moans falling from open lips without abandon. You can hear him grunting and moaning too, but it’s quieter, and his hips start meeting yours as he gets closer and the burn in your thighs gets too much.
“Mine too,” you respond breathlessly, “so long as I can hear you too, I — fuck, Minho, so fucking good,” you whine as he drills up into you, thumb rubbing your clit in fast, quick, circular motions, his free hand pinching your nipples.
“Maybe next time, baby. Today, I want to hear you fall apart on me as many times as you can manage for me,”
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consort ii | minho
pairing: lee minho/female reader
genre: historical au, arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers
warnings: swearing, period-typical sex misinformation, thigh-riding (it is a minho fic, after all), unprotected sex, two stubborn assholes with feelings
He trailed off - moved wordless, for perhaps the first time in your presence, and you were stunned.
There was a power to this, you realised with no small sense of delight. A power over him, should you seek to master it.
You rolled your hips again, and Minho’s head dropped, pressing his face into your neck.
“It’s up to you,” Minho said. “If you trust me enough now.”
The room was dimly-lit, illuminated only by the flames in the roaring fireplace. Shadows were cast long and dark, but you could still make out the expression on Minho’s face. Calm, composed, staring back at you with a perfectly neutral expression. If he had any desire of his own, you could not glean it from his face.
You could, however, make a very educated guess from the hard length straining against his breeches, pressing into your palm through the fabric.
You wondered if, even now, Minho thought he could still fool you with that perfect composure, that carefully calculated disinterest.
Or, perhaps, he just knew how badly you wanted to see that composure crumble by your own hand.
Gently, the motion still a little unsure, you squeezed him through his breeches, just to see his reaction.
Minho did not disappoint. His lips parted immediately, with one sharp intake of breath at the sensation. His eyes darkened, almost coal-black, as he continued to watch you.
“Alright,” you said, lifting your chin to meet his burning gaze head-on. “I trust you.”
There was a moment of silence following your words, as the two of you stayed locked in each other’s stare. It felt like you were wavering on a precipice, about to tumble down into the unknown.
And, suddenly, Minho’s lips were back on yours.
There was an urgency to him now, a raging fire in this kiss that had only smouldered in your first. To your mild confusion, there was now also a strange tang to his lips, and it took you a moment to realise that this new taste was you. Traces of you, still lingering on his mouth.
You barely had a moment to register this before he pulled away from your mouth entirely. Your eyes snapped open – when had they shut? – in panic, only to find him gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
You were left dumbfounded, blinking at the sudden expanse of bare skin now on show – an unexpected feast for your eyes alone.
Minho had the lean body of a sportsman, a hunter, a dancer. There was very little bulk to him, and yet you found yourself following the lines of his muscle, fingers twitching to trace along where your eyes wandered.
“You can touch wherever you’d like,” Minho told you, his voice taking on just an edge of smugness. You realised how obvious your thoughts must have been, how clearly they must have been written on your face.
You swallowed, curiosity quashing any remnants of shame or shyness, and lifted your right hand to skim over the lines of his abdomen, fingers grazing each rise and dip of muscle. His skin was so warm, and yet you watched him shiver as your hand continued northwards, up to his chest.
Pages from your anatomical texts – loaned solely for the purpose of academics, and only to be used in lessons and never for private study – sprang to mind. Pectoralis major, you remembered, as your fingertips reached this swell of muscle. You shifted your hand just to the right – his left – and hovered just over where you knew his heart to be.
Slowly, you pressed your palm into him, eager for that tell-tale thrum of pulse.
It did not disappoint. You felt his heartbeat, felt how quickly it pounded – as if it were racing, you thought, as your eyes flickered upwards to meet his face.
“Amazing,” you murmured, and allowed yourself one small smirk. “It seems you do have a heart after all, Minho.”
“To my unending disappointment,” he sighed.
At another time, when your nerves were a little less frayed, when the atmosphere between you two wasn’t so…heavy, you would have laughed.
Instead, you dropped your hand, letting your fingers brush against the drawstrings of his breeches. Your bravado was beginning to fail you, because you hesitated, doing nothing more than simply taking the string between your fingers.
You realised you wanted to kiss him again.
You used your left hand to push yourself up, not allowing yourself even a moment to second-guess your actions before you leaned in.
Yet again, this kiss felt different from the last. Minho was open to you, reciprocating, but that was how he stayed – matching your pace, never overtaking you.
It struck you then that this was the first kiss you had initiated, not Minho. How strange, that a difference that seemed so arbitrary on the surface could feel so critical.
It revitalised you, fuelled your courage once more, and you pulled on the drawstring. The knot gave away so easily, coming apart in one motion. You supposed it was much like the thin silks you were wearing, in a sense. Made not to be worn, but to be removed.
Tentative, you slid your hand into his breeches, all-too-knowing and yet utterly clueless as to what you’d find there.
The moment your hand made contact, you felt Minho’s breath escape him in one shaky exhale.
Bolstered by his reaction, you explored further, following his length upwards. There was a slickness to him, and a dampness to the inside of his breeches, and you recalled that disastrous meeting with your women’s physician.
His body was readying itself, as yours had. Preparing itself for the act ahead.
Your hand continued to wander, until it found the end of him – and another piece of information wandered to the forefront of your mind, something you were suddenly very curious to discover for yourself.
You wrapped your hand around this part of him, feeling his weight, and let your thumb slowly drag along the very tip of him – and Minho couldn’t stop the faintest moan from slipping out between his lips.
“That’s sensitive,” you grinned, confidence colouring your tone as finally you could display your own knowledge. “Isn’t it?”
Minho’s eyes just barely slid open, staring at you through hooded eyes. “…And how do you know that?”
“Believe it or not, the physician did actually prepare me a little for the wedding night,” you retorted. “Your pleasure was of the utmost importance, I was assured.”
Minho blinked, stilling slightly, and you found yourself faltering. Had you said something wrong?
“What?” you asked, grip loosening. “What is it?”
Minho didn’t respond with words, but instead with another kiss – the action almost a contradiction within itself, so urgent and yet almost…
Part of you wanted to melt into him, just a little. There was a sweetness to him, so utterly alien to the Minho you knew, and a part of you wanted to follow it, to savour it.
The other part of you – the smarter part – recognised this for what it was.
You bristled at the realisation, a sudden fury sparking deep within you.
You would not be pitied. How dare he even try.
You knew that you were at a disadvantage, that your inexperience put you so squarely in Minho’s hands, but you were a quick learner. You had always been a quick learner.
So, you chanced another squeeze again, and Minho grunted against your lips. His so-called sweetness was rapidly growing eclipsed by his lust, as evidenced by the jerk of his hips up into your palm.
Was this how he had felt? When you had been under him, pleading for his touch?
No wonder he’d been so smug.
Minho suddenly shifted, breaking the kiss, and he sat back on his heels – forcing your hand to withdraw from his breeches. You let it drift back to your side, the ghost of his pulse still thrumming against your fingertips.
“It’s your choice,” Minho mused, eyes fixed on you. To your annoyance, he still looked relatively put together – in sharp contrast to your own internal ruin. “You can leave your silks on, if you’d like. Or you can take them off.”
He ended his sentence there, but you could hear the final, unspoken part echoing loud and clear.
Take them off for me.
This felt like another test, of your bravery, of how willing you were to see this through until the end.
It was a test you were all too happy to pass.
Maintaining eye contact, you gripped the hems of your silks, sliding them up and over your body, leaving yourself bare before him. That eye contact is broken briefly when the silks come up to your face, and you wasted no time finishing the job, tossing the very last of your clothing to the floor, out of sight.
Minho drank in the sight of you, eyes roaming the length of you, from head to toe.
You thought such unabashed staring would make you self-conscious, but instead…you found yourself bolstered by it.
His lips parted, and you could see the compliments perched on the tip of his tongue. Grand words of awe, sickly-sweet in their attempts to flatter your ego, platitudes so nauseating they would send you crawling under the covers and ending this evening right here.
But instead, his eyes flickered to meet yours, and his lips curl into a wicked smile. “Good girl.”
His words – and the memories they conjured up of your exchange earlier in the night, of the words praise tumbling from his lips – had you glancing away, face growing hot yet again. “Stop that.”
“Because you don’t like it, or because you’re embarrassed about how much you like it?”
“Because you’re irritating.”
A hint of amusement played at the corners of Minho’s mouth. “I think you like that too.”
“I know I’d like you to shut your mouth and…and…” you trail off, unable to get the words out as your face grew even hotter. Once again, your bravado was fading, as you were faced with the reality of the situation.
But Minho picked up on your meaning easily enough and finished your sentence.
“And fuck you?” he said, one eyebrow arched. “Is that what you were going to say?”
You swallowed, and arranged your features into a scowl, even as you felt the core of you twitch at his words. “I wouldn’t have said anything that crass.”
“Then, what else?” Minho teased, his tone taking on a mocking edge. “Make love to you?”
This was hell. This was absolutely hell, you decided as your face burned in embarrassment, so distracted that you almost missed the way his voice quietened.
“Because I could do that too, if that’s what you’d like.”
You blinked, attention snapping back to him in confusion. “What?”
It came out harsher than you were perhaps intending, and Minho paused, expression unreadable.
“…Like I said. It’s your choice.”
Your choice. Your mind scrambled for a way to decipher his meaning. Surely, Minho of all people would cringe away from the idea of ‘making love’, especially with you.
So, was this…him asking one last time? Offering you an out, a chance to back down?
Because if that was the case, you knew your answer.
“I-I just want…like I said, I trust you to…”
Be gentle? Be kind? Make it feel good?
“I just trust you,” you finished, lamely.
He stared back at you, for one long moment.
And he nodded. “Good.”
When he leant in this time to kiss you, you met him halfway. It was slow, unrushed, just careful exploration of each other. Just like your very first kiss, you found yourself on your back, Minho kneeling over you – but this time, one knee was planted right between your legs – pressing up against you.
“Push down onto it,” Minho murmured into your skin, and you felt the muscles in his thighs flex slightly.
You paused, momentarily thrown. “…What? With my hands?”
You felt, rather than saw, Minho’s smirk as he pulled his head away to press a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “No.”
You swallowed, and very tentatively, you rolled your hips.
The feeling was instantaneous, the friction of fabric so very delicious as you rocked against his thigh. You let out a moan, quiet but utterly filthy.
“Keep going,” Minho encouraged, but you were already moving again, setting yourself an almost torturously slow pace as you balanced the desire to chase more of this sensation with the self-restraint to avoid rutting up against him like a wild animal. You still had some pride after all.
Pride that was rapidly disappearing, as Minho’s lips wandered down to your neck, mouthing and nipping and sucking at the skin there until you were gasping at the strange mix of pain and pleasure he was drawing out of you.
His thigh shifted, just slightly, angling down in such a way that increased the pressure against that sensitive bead at the apex of your legs, and another moan erupted from within you, this one so loud that your hand reflexively flew to your mouth to muffle it.
Minho, however, had other plans. He reached up, gripping your forearm, and gently but firmly pried your hand away. Before you could react, his head dipped to press the softest of kisses to the inside of your wrist, surprising you.
But when he pulled away, his expression was entirely wicked. “You’re making such a mess on me.”
You scowled at his teasing, even as your hips continued on, chasing after your own pleasure. “I–”
“Do you think you could come, from this?” Minho asked, almost challenging you. “Soak right through the fabric? Hmm?”
It didn’t take much to connect the dots that ‘come’ meant ‘climax’, and your breath caught.
You…you realised you could, if you really chased it. If you clamped down onto his thigh and rode it like a prized hunting mare.
But that wasn’t what you wanted, not right now.
“I…I just want you…” you trailed off, hoping that Minho would finish the sentence for you.
He refused, content to watch you struggle to voice your desires.
“I want you…inside me.”
Minho’s eyes, now so utterly black with lust, burned as he took in your words – and he grinned. “Gladly.”
He pulled away, bringing himself back up to kneeling, and your eyes immediately darted to the wet patch you had left on his thigh. A mess, indeed.
His breeches, now half-undone, seemed barely able to contain him – and you wondered if it ached. You wondered if he was desperate to touch it, to palm himself as you had done, and you wondered if he avoided doing so for your sake.
A miscalculation on his part, you realised, because you’d quite enjoy seeing that.
“With it being your first time,” Minho said, capturing your attention once more. His head was tilted, almost contemplative, and his words were carefully measured as he continued. “The best way would be from behind.”
“Behind?” you repeated, as something cold twisted in your gut. Unbidden memories of your women’s physician came swarming back, her disapproving words swirling around in your mind. “And I would be…on my knees?”
“Well, if you–”
Minho was very visibly shocked at your blunt refusal – your first all night. He froze, struggling to readjust. “There’s no…there’s no disrespect to this, it’s just the position that would cause you the least discomfort.”
“No. No, it’s beneath my dignity,” you parrot the physician’s words, before your own most private thoughts interject and spur your tongue on further. “And I–”
You cut yourself off.
Because how can you explain to Minho that, if this was an experience you would remember for the rest of your life, you wanted the memory to be of his face - not of the wall behind you, or the pillows under you?
You couldn’t tell him that.
“And I don’t want that,” you said instead, frowning. “I want you to take me on my back.”
Minho’s apprehensions quickly disappeared under the effect of your words. You could see the images playing out in his head, the images of what you were about to do, and his lips parted. “…Alright. If that’s what you’re more comfortable with.”
“It is,” you said. You sounded far more confident than you felt.
“Then, that’s what we’ll do,” Minho nodded, and before you could respond, he leant down to kiss you again.
You closed your eyes, trying to recapture that previous feeling of losing yourself in the act – but your mind was whirring now, nerves alight as you realised what was about to happen.
This was it.
Minho readjusts his position, moving to plant both of his knees between your legs. He broke away from your lips to look down at himself, hands moving to fully unlace his breeches.
You summoned enough courage to help, nervously raising one hand and hooking your thumb under the hem as you tried to aid him in easing the material down his legs. If Minho noticed the shaking of your hands, he didn’t respond with words, but there was a new look in his eyes when he glanced up at your face.
You shot him back the most impatient look you could muster, tugging at the fabric. Now was not the time for sympathy and gentle words. Despite your nerves, there was still an eagerness to your movements, a longing in the pit of your gut for Minho to resume his attentions.
And then, with one final tug, Minho’s breeches slid down far enough for his member to spring free, and your curiosity was piqued – your eyes immediately drawn downwards to take in the sight.
You had no frame of reference when it came to the size of him, but enough hushed whispers of the virility of His Highness and the careful warnings from your physician about the pain he could wreak within you had caused you to fear the worst. In some of your nightmares, it swelled to the size of a horse’s member, swinging heavy between Minho’s legs and threatening to split you in two.
There was a sense of relief, then, that no such monstrous appendage existed.
It was perhaps just longer than the length of your hand, if you had to guess. Reddish-pink, except for the head of him, which was dark red and so very visibly aching to be touched.
You supposed you could imagine it inside of you – and when you did just that, your face warmed.
Glancing upwards, you caught Minho’s expression. He was still watching you carefully, observing your reaction to the most intimate part of him.
You blinked. Should you say something? What? There was nothing in particular you could say – no comment you could make with any kind of conviction. It was the first penis you had seen in the flesh, after all.
“Do I…are you expecting a compliment?” you asked, unsure.
Minho paused – before the corners of his mouth twitched, as if in amusement. “From you? Never.”
Reassured somewhat, you gave him a shrug – or at least, as much of a shrug as you could in your position – and reached down for it, curious to test its weight in your palm.
Minho inhaled sharply the moment your hand curled around it, and something in your gut tightened at the sound. That familiar, yet strange delight you felt at provoking reactions out of Minho returned – and you repeat your earlier movement of squeezing him a little firmer, and slowly dragging your thumb along the slit.
“So,” you murmured, mostly to yourself. “This goes inside me.”
Minho’s groan was muffled, barely escaping as he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. “…Yes.”
Now that he wasn’t looking, you felt a little bolder as you carefully eyed his expression. After a moment of hesitation, you asked the question hovering at the back of your mind. “Are you looking forward to it?”
Minho’s eyes slowly opened, and he stayed silent as he took in your words. And then, voice quiet, reluctant, as if he were confessing something deeply personal, he replied. “…Yes.”
His honesty took you aback, leaving you staring wordless even as his response ignited something within you.
Minho didn’t wait for a reply, quickly moving to instead focus on your breasts, mouth closing around one nipple. Your eyes fluttered shut, mind quickly going blank at the sensations now building within you.
You felt his hand slide back up your thigh, and he soon made it clear you weren’t the only quick learner. His fingers immediately got to work, remembering exactly what pressure you liked, what movements had you keening up into him.
You didn’t have to think. You just had to feel.
And when that feeling was the press of Minho against your opening, you didn’t hesitate to nod your head at his final, unspoken request.
The hand he used to cradle your hip as he entered you was gentle, curling around the soft flesh of your rear.
That did little to alleviate the sudden, sharp pain that radiated through your groin, every muscle in your body going taut as your body reacted immediately in panic.
Your hand flew up to his chest, a loud slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. “Wait!”
Immediately, Minho froze, his eyes wide at your reaction.
“It…” you broke off, desperate for the right words – any words – to describe what you were feeling.
“What is it?” Minho asked, and you were too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the concern in his voice, the kindness so completely uncharacteristic of him.
“Y-you...you said this wouldn’t hurt,” you hissed, unable to keep the edge of betrayal out of your voice.
Minho stared down at you. You noted with surprise that your words had struck something within him. Guilt? Shame? The awkwardness of being caught in a lie?
Eventually, he spoke up, tone serious. “How badly?”
You swallowed, unable to stop yourself from shifting just slightly under him. The feeling of him inside and just...not moving felt even more alien to you than entering in the first place.
How could you explain what you were feeling? The strange sensation of...being opened to someone, the sting every fraction of an inch he slid deeper, the stretch of your innermost muscles.
But with him still, almost frozen within you, you found your body slowly accommodating to the sensation. There was still an ache, but you could feel your insides...relax just slightly, as if a panic within them was slowly subsiding.
As if they were starting to welcome the sensation of Minho pushing deeper inside you.
In embarrassment, you averted your gaze away from him. “Just...go slower.”
Minho was silent for a moment, still refusing to move, until eventually he did as you asked, slowing his pace, and you found yourself with enough time to adjust to him.
When you chanced a look back at his face, you found his eyes screwed shut, jaw clenched tightly - as if he were in just as much pain as you, going at such a glacial pace.
It was only when he finally slid in all the way to the hilt that he let out the quietest of groans, eyes still closed.
And the groan...
Your cheeks must have been on fire by this point, because you could feel the effect that the sound of his groan had on your body. It stoked at something deep in your gut, a desire to hear it again, to hear a noise even louder.
Minho’s eyes opened just a fraction, and for a brief moment you were hit with an irrational panic that he had somehow read your thoughts, but all he did was say. “I’m going to move now. Or do you need more time?”
The question - however good his intentions might have been - did nothing but strike at your contrary nature, your knee-jerk instinct to prove yourself capable, independent, the opposite of a liability.
“Move,” you replied, and you were delighted that it sounded more like a command than a plea.
He did just that - and while his movement did reignite some discomfort, it faded far sooner this time. You were growing used to him, the feeling of him at least. With every stroke, he felt less and less like an intrusion and more like...
More like you were being filled. Like you had been empty before him.
You wondered, dimly, how Minho was feeling at this moment. His jaw was no longer clenched - in fact, at one particular thrust, his lips parted at the sensation. His eyes had closed again, and you found yourself distracted by his long eyelashes, so dark and so delicate.
In fact, you were so distracted that you didn’t have time to look away when his eyes opened - and you found yourself trapped in his gaze.
Eye contact, you realised, was frighteningly intimate. More than anything else, it felt exposing, like you had no way to hide your real thoughts, your emotions.
And yet, you stayed like this, unable to look away.
Quite beyond your control, your hips jolted up into him, meeting his movements almost greedily - just as they had under his careful fingers.
The movement didn’t escape Minho, whose eyes glinted in the dim light of the candlelit room. Shifting to brace his weight on one arm, Minho moved the other to hook under the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your leg. Carefully, he raised your leg - and immediately, you felt the difference, how deep he could reach within you. Your breath left you in one loud, sharp gasp - a little from the discomfort, but mostly from this new sensation.
Your head lolled back, eyes closing as Minho’s pace quickened again. You could hear the way his breathing was starting to grow ragged, the stuttering of his hips every other stroke. His grip around your thigh was growing tighter and tighter, and when you experimented with a roll of your hips, he groaned again.
“Y-yes,” he breathed. “That...th-that...”
He trailed off - moved wordless, for perhaps the first time in your presence, and you were stunned.
There was a power to this, you realised with no small sense of delight. A power over him, should you seek to master it.
You rolled your hips again, and Minho’s head dropped, pressing his face into your neck.
It was clear he was nearing his own climax - his breaths shortened, his movements faltered and stuttered as his control began to slip.
It was here that he finally moaned - the sound choked, low, right in your ear and filled with such shameless pleasure that it sent a delicious shiver down your body.
It sounded like victory.
You had assumed that when Minho’s climax happened, it would be…for lack of a better term, dramatic. You thought that you’d be able to feel him paint your insides, feel him stake his claim in you.
Instead, all you felt was warmth – and a new slickness that only made itself known when Minho’s thrusts changed, growing slower and deeper as opposed to the short, quick bursts that brought him to his peak.
Eventually, Minho came to a stop, breath shaky, head still tucked into the crook of your neck.
That was that.
The event you had been dreading for so long. The claiming of your innocence, your final step into adulthood.
And you were so completely unsure what to think of it, lying there in silence as Minho finally stirred.
He pulled his head away, and removed his hand from your leg as he braced himself up onto his forearms, then onto his hands.
You felt him withdraw from you completely, rolling away from you to lie on his back by your side, leaving you with such a strange feeling of emptiness.
And then, the first sensation of something leaking out of you.
Out of pure, morbid curiosity you looked down.
No great torrents of blood, staining the bedsheets as you had so greatly feared. There was perhaps the slightest tinge of pink to Minho’s seed, but otherwise…
It was enough to fill you with a certain trepidation. Quickly, you looked up at Minho, who still seemed to be catching his breath. “There’s…there’s no blood.”
Minho’s eyes flickered to yours, and you realised that was pride in his expression. “Good.”
You frowned, drawing yourself up to a seated position. There was already a soreness building between your legs, but you pushed that to the back of your mind. “No, it’s not.”
Panic was already beginning to bubble up inside of you – and it must have been visible on your face, because Minho’s expression changed. “What?”
“Untouched brides bleed,” you recited, the words ingrained in you from countless lessons. “They’re going to think I…that I…”
Your thoughts raced, overwhelming you. You had done everything right, preserved yourself just as they had told you to. What had gone wrong?
Perhaps it was those afternoons on horseback. You had been warned against it, been told horror stories of young maidens bleeding onto their saddle from riding too strenuously – but you had been so careful.
You only broke out of your thoughts when you felt Minho shift his weight, turning onto his side to face you completely. Your heart dropped at the frown on his face, the sharpness in his gaze.
Did he doubt you now? Did he suspect that you had lied about your inexperience? Your virginity? Was he about to accuse you? To cast you out?
You prepared yourself for a fight – for a screaming match of words to defend your innocence.
But instead, all Minho did was sigh.
“No more of this,” he muttered, and moved to push himself up from the bed.
His dismissive words had you bristling, but he ignored you as he reached for the pile of fresh linens by the bed. You watched him clean himself up as best he could, his movements increasingly lethargic, as if every second sapped more and more energy from him.
To your surprise, he grabbed his breeches from where they lay rumpled on the floor, and put them back on.
“Get some sleep,” Minho said, not looking at you, choosing instead to focus on his own hands as they clumsily worked to retie his drawstrings. Once finished, with barely another glance to you, he returned to the bed and slipped under the covers – clearly intent on following his own advice.
You stared at him, incredulous, as he closed his eyes.
He’s just…sleeping? After all that?
You hadn’t been expecting any scintillating discussion – or, God forbid, some grand declaration of love – but surely what had just transpired between the two of you warranted a conversation. Your new marriage warranted one, at the very least.
Minho’s silence didn’t fill you with sadness or pain or even confusion.
No, it was almost…frustration. Irritation.
The man was just so difficult to work out.
In fact, you were so filled with annoyance that you knew sleep was a long way off. No, you knew you’d be wrestling with your thoughts for another hour or so. Longer, if you had to lie there and look at Minho’s face.
Logically, you knew from your lessons what your next actions should be. Lying on your back, legs up in the air, allowing your hips to tilt up and keep as much of Minho within you as you could. An essential action for any new bride, to increase chances of conception.
But the idea of wrangling yourself into such a stupid position, with Minho right next to you – never mind the mortification of having to explain why you were doing so, should he awaken and notice – was not appealing.
So, instead, after some hesitation, you rolled to the edge of the bed and pushed yourself to your feet.
You winced at the cold of the floor under you, fighting a shiver as you reached down for the linens as Minho had done. You made quick work mopping the remnants of him from your legs, grimacing slightly. Everything was so…sticky.
Once you were clean, you dressed yourself in your silks again. There was a comfort in the way the material felt against your fevered skin, even as you felt goosebumps raise in your skin.
You glanced around the room, eyes lingering on the shelf of books in the far corner, before deciding against reading at this time. Instead, you crossed the room, seating yourself in front of the fire – which had since dulled from a roaring blaze to a steady glow as it continued to burn through its wood.
You drew your knees up to your chest, eyes fixed on the flickering flames as thoughts swirled in your mind.
Part of you felt that you should look back on the night and feel some sort of embarrassment. You had been so bold, so shameless – so intent on matching Minho stride for stride.
But you felt no such shame.
You didn’t know what you felt, honestly, but it wasn’t shame.
Tonight…hadn’t been what you expected. You knew that much to be true.
But beyond that? You were at a loss.
You stayed like that, staring into the fire in silence, until sleep overcame you almost without warning. Your eyes drooped to a close, breath slowing as you lowered yourself to rest on your side.
The bed was so far away.
Here, you were warm, and it was so easy to just…drift off.
When you awoke the next morning, you were unbearably stiff from a night on the floor.
You let out a groan as you attempted to turn your neck, and another when pushing yourself up to a seated position seemed almost impossible.
As you shifted, however, you noticed something strange. You looked down to see a fur draped over your body – expensive-looking, thick and warm, and completely unfamiliar.
Minho’s, your sleep-addled brain conclude – before your senses kicked back in.
You jolted up, memories of the previous night rushing back.
Minho, your new husband. Minho, your lover.
Minho – who was already awake, you realised, and currently lounging in one of the nearby chairs, flicking through some document with such characteristic disdain.
Minho, who hadn’t spared you a single glance since you’d awoken.
You swallowed, unsure of what to say, in light of all that had happened between you. You settled for the safest option. “Good morning.”
Minho kept his eyes on the document in front of him. “It’s afternoon.”
You blinked, eyes immediately darting towards the window. The sun shining through was bright, and at such an angle that could only confirm his words.
Still, you felt yourself scowl at such a curt response. “My apologies. I’d assumed from your attitude that it was still too early to be sociable. But apparently not.”
“Yes, it’s astounding that even this late in the day, you manage to wear my patience so thin,” Minho drawled, flipping a page over. “You have a gift.”
There was a familiarity to this back-and-forth. Not exactly a comfort, but enough that you could slip back into your old dynamic with ease.
There was just one small thing nagging you. Your hands curled around the fur, as you eyed Minho carefully. “Did you…the fur…?”
Minho finally looked up from his papers, glancing over to you with a familiar look of boredom. “Hmm? I assume you took that with you last night.”
That made sense, you decided. Your memory of last night was a bit of a blur – it was very possible you’d forget something as trivial as grabbing a blanket.
You pulled it around yourself, somewhat cold now that the fire had gone out. In the light of day, you were made all too aware of how thin and impractical your silks were.
Especially when Minho was fully dressed, looking so typically splendid in a perfectly tailored shirt and waistcoat, and black breeches so tight, you assumed he was planning to go out riding later.
That thought pulled at something in your gut.
You wondered, idly, what would happen if you got up and wandered over to him. If you pushed those papers to one side and sat astride him in that chair, facing him, watching him. You wondered what kind of reactions you could draw out from him.
And then, you brought yourself back to reality – to propriety – and you banished these thoughts with a shake of your head. The events that had transpired between the two of you last night – whatever temporary, unspoken truce you had agreed upon – had vanished.
You attempted to push yourself back up to your feet – and immediately winced at the new jolt of pain between your legs. The soreness had returned, with a vengeance.
You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth as you attempted to adjust to this new ache, and it was only when you opened them that you realised Minho’s attention had flickered back to you – watching you carefully.
On instinct, you pulled yourself up to your full height, ignoring the pain as you held your head high. You decided you’d rather die than have to confess to Minho that you were still aching from how…thoroughly he had attended to you last night.
“Do you have a robe I can wear?” you asked, voice perfectly level even as you pulled the furs around you even tighter. “It’s cold in here.”
Minho paused, before turning back to his documents, scanning through them with such nonchalance. “I’ll call for the servants.”
You nodded, only to blink in surprise when Minho got out of his seat, rising to his feet.
“They can escort you back to your chambers and dress you properly there,” Minho said, already turning and heading for the door. “I’ve got some matters to attend to.”
You stared after him, thrown by his words. He was leaving? “But–”
Minho paused at the door, head turning at your quiet interjection.
You shifted your weight, awkward as you attempted to piece together what you wanted to say. “…Wouldn’t it make more sense to bring my clothes up here?”
Because you’d be sharing his chambers – that was the silent implication. You would be sharing the same bedchambers, now that you were married. You would be sharing a bed, now that your new priority was to produce him an heir.
And yet, all Minho did was stare at you for a moment – and you were struck by the look in his eyes. It was…cold.
He turned away, leaving you to stare after him, and finally replied.
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sexy time with skz (hyung line)
—a study on stray kids' habits, kinks, likes, and/or dislikes during and after sex.
genre: smut with a hint of fluff
warnings: explicit sexual content, thigh riding, possessive themes, hints of degradation, hair-grabbing.
notes: these are all assumptions based on stray kids' real habits and personalities. some are also based on things they've mentioned before. also didn't proof-read so sorry for typos and wrong grammar in some parts.
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chan most likely dominates; knowing he’s a leader and likes to have control over things.
this sweetie though would rather not degrade you so a he’s more likely a soft dom.
he would discuss this topic with you; to make sure none of your boundaries are crossed and you feel extra safe. he would be shy to talk about his limits though, so his partner should really have a proper conversation with him.
he definitely has a praise kink (receiving). during kingdom we saw how he would get all shy when he’s being praised by his seniors. so if you tell him that he feels good or that he's doing well, it will push him more to the edge.
personally, he’s more into vanilla sex but he’s always up to trying whatever his partner wants (as long as he’s comfortable with it of course)
loves caressing your body; he would touch and kiss it as much as he can but not in hurry, would be slow and loving. a lot of squeezing too.
he would be too awkward to stare at you for too long but he would pause from time to time to take a good look.
loud. this man moans unconsciously, what more if he’s feeling good 😉
he would want cuddle afterwards; moving hair away from your face then gives you light kisses on your forehead as he praises you.
would sometimes clap after just to annoy you.
would also non-stop say "wow" afterwards.
this man is a lot to unpack and i’m gonna give a controversial take but i don’t think he’s the sadistic dom we (yes, i included) all want him to be.
i can see him as a switch; being a brat with both.
he loves teasing and seeing the other flustered so he would make his partner shy by staring at them for too long or when inside of them, he just stops moving during the middle.
a lot of breathy giggles.
when he doms, he makes sure you and other people know you're his. he would mark you up with hickeys and bite marks (in no where visible when you’re dressed) and makes you say his name a lot.
he can be possessive (seen when he talks to skz especially han, calling him 'his' every chance he gets) so he won't share you & won't let anyone see you during sexy time.
there’s most likely a lot of butt-grabbing and slapping. i mean he's the gimpo butt hunter for a reason.
would let you ride his thigh then shake it & tense it up from time to time. leeknow’s pretty oblivious to stays praising his thighs (he’s more aware of his butt grabbing) so he probably won’t do this often unless his partner asks.
when he subs, he would constantly piss you off lol. “I bet..” “watch me” “giving up?”
but when he starts to feel good, he’ll shut up and just enjoy it. you can tell cause his eyebrows would furrow and his mouth is just open.
oral fixation. this man never stops touching his mouth so he would constantly put it to use during bedroom time, he would either keep planting kisses on his partner or he's sucking on your fingers.
his moans would get high-pitched too.
afterwards, he’ll want you to rest your head on his arms (or his head on your arm). would not get all too cuddly or sentimental.
would probably talk about something random like the weather or food.
this man is a giver and he barely focuses on himself on the daily so he would most likely apply this in the bedroom too.
probably likes being on top to admire you completely so i think he's always pushing himself up to take a good look at you; maybe he's in a push up position or he's holding unto the headboard.
he will dom but he would do whatever he knows you’ll want.
likes to roleplay but when it takes too much time or either one of you is tired, he scratches all of that.
kinda like leeknow, he would tease you but he would give in and kiss you as a way of apologizing.
probably a slow kisser (but not bad) like he savors you. there’s no hurry in his kisses, no animalistic anything. deep and intense but slow.
his hands are always either on your waist, your ass, or the back of your thighs.
would always ask you to look at him.
his breaths are more like him sucking air in through his teeth.
he would barely sub but when he does, it still feels like he’s in control cause he will praise you nonstop.
won’t be able to degrade you. probably will try once in a while but would be really awful at it. “…you dirty…bitch”
would give you a massage & make (an order for) breakfast the morning after.
(hyunjin is literally everyone’s sex dream so i'll try my best not be biased)
hyunjin's very 'dramatic' and loud so he would let out the most adult film-like sounds you've heard. but they're not fake, it's genuine.
but when it gets intense and he's really immersed in the moment, his moans would just be deep grunts and his eyes would be pressed closed.
i think he's a switch but prefers being a sub. he likes being taken care of and being given attention to but he also likes being in control of things.
either way, he wants your full attention to be on him during this.
a lot of hair grabbing (both receiving and giving; he loves patting and ruffling his member's hair & recently, his new habit is twirling and playing with his hair)
despite him having such perfect lips, he would ask you to kiss him instead. he's fine with you marking him up and biting him. especially around his neck.
then he would be like "y/n went wild last night and just started biting me. i thought i was in a zombie apocalypse" to the members the next morning.
would initiate small talk but it's not so out-of-place or awkward. would end in both of you giggling about it.
a lot of cheeky remarks to annoy you but when you show a bit of annoyance, he would just smile at you.
your usual spicy time with him is most likely sweet but there are times when it gets rough and 'animalistic'
afterwards, he won't cuddle with you because he hates feeling hot. but would play with your hair, poke your cheeks, or just stare at you lovingly.
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pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers
warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise
requested : yes!
word count 6.2k
summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.
“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”
The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.
“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”
“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”
Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.
“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.
“What are you talking about?”
“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”
Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.
“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”
A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?
“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”
His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.
“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”
“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”
Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.
“Who the fuck said you could touch me?
“Did you just fucking slap me?”
“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”
“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”
You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”
“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”
Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.
“Can you get to the point please?”
“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”
A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.
“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”
Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.
You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.
Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.
Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.
“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”
You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.
“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”
The arm he had around her waist made you sick.
“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.
“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”
“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”
You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.
“Uh no thanks Y/N-”
“We should all hang out!”
The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.
“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”
“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.
“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”
You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling
“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”
You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.
“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”
The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.
“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”
“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.
Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.
His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.
“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”
“What do you need me to do?”
You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.
“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”
“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”
“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”
“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”
“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”
And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.
You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.
“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.
“Y/n what are you doing-”
“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?
Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.
“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.
“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”
She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.
“Let’s play a game!”
“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”
“I think that’s a great idea!”
You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.
“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”
Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.
“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”
Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.
“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”
“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”
“Yes you have.”
All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.
“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.
“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”
Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.
Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-
The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.
As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.
“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”
“I’m not saying it here in front of-”
Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.
“It was in the car.”
Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.
You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.
Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?
“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”
“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.
“Do you want this?”
A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.
“I said, do you want this?”
His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.
“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”
Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.
“Kiss me if you want me.”
He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.
“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”
You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.
He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.
“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”
“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.
“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”
A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”
“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”
“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.
But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”
You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.
“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”
“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.
“Are you being serious right now?”
The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.
“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”
“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.
“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.
“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”
His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.
“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.
“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”
A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?
“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”
His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.
“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”
“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”
You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.
“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”
“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”
“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.
“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”
The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.
“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.
“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.
“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”
“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”
“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one
who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”
There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.
“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.
“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”
“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”
Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.
“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”
“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”
“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”
“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.
“Are you okay?”
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.
“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”
Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.
“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.
“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.
“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”
The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.
Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.
“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.
“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”
It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.
“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”
“You wanna cum baby?”
“You wanna cum right now?”
“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.
“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”
And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.
“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.
“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.
“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”
He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”
You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.
“Why don’t you find out and see?”
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and they were roommates.
summary — who would have thought that a very naked sight of your best friend and a torn shower curtain in the rainiest of weathers could start romance? or in which you start falling for your childhood best friend, lee minho, unaware that he’s always been in love with you.
pairing — lee minho x reader, ft. binsung.
genre — fluff, smut, crack | roommates!au, bff2l!au
rating — 18+
word count — 11k words.
note — smut warnings under the cut, ofc! i suck at making summary adagafga!! but but but, i promise this story is adorable, okay, minus all that smut, my lame humor and those bit of rushed parts? this took forever and i'm so sorry for all that had to wait, especially the one who requested this uwuwu.
smut warnings — a lot of kissing, a lot of swearing, mentions of naked exposure, fingering, cunnilingus, riding/reader on top, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it), choking. there isn't a loooot of smut either, ah! so enjoy the fluff ride.
"You idiot," you scream, loud enough for your neighbours to hear. You pull out the keys that hang outside in the key hole and pull open the door. "How could you leave the keys outside, Minho?"
"I mean, what if someone stole it?" You throw your keys and Minho's into the small box on a ledge by the door. Removing your shoes, you put on the pair of your house shoes by the side and walk further into the apartment. "Or what if someone broke in? You could get killed, you dumb hoe! Or worse, our new television could get stolen."
You hear no response and just the loud sound of shower running in the bathroom hits the walls of your shared apartment. You walk to your room, passing by the common bathroom, after throwing your bag on the sofa. You talk on the way, yelling in hopes that he would hear.
"Did you walk back in the rain? There's no other reason as to why I did not see you after college. Jisung was searching for you too, Minho."
You change into a pair of shorts and black camisole, pulling your hair up and knotting it, all while your ears pick up the small humming from the bathroom. You shake your head at the fact that since it's Lee Minho in the shower, he is probably going to take his own time to come out. After all, he is the reason why your water bill is so high.
"Yah, Lee Minho!" You walk outside and hit the door with your fists to bring at least a little of his attention towards you. "Do you want the leftovers or should I get food delivered?"
"Delivery!" he screams back, hearing the shower sounds lower and you yell back in response, "Okay," and walk back to the living room, falling back and plopping down on the comfortable rexine covered sofa.
Your phone rings in the next minute and you are pulling it from your pocket quickly all because you are bored out of your mind. It is also because your stupid best friend from the god forbidden age of five to till this date, takes forever to get out from the shower.
It's Jisung. Not that you would have a doubt even if you had picked up without looking at the name on the screen — your friend circle is that small. It has just been you, Minho and Jisung majorly for almost three fourth of your life, the other one fourth of it with you having your parents as your best friends. Jisung had always been the annoying kid in the playground that pushed you off the swing because he wanted to play and Minho had always been the knight in shining armour in your local playground, the defender of all things right as he saved you from Jisung's frustrating taunts.
And then your mother — oh dear, she is the reason why you are still stuck with Minho's rich arse (mostly because she thought too that this is the finest her very antisocial daughter would ever find in a man) — decides that since Lee Minho was so kind to save her poor damsel-like daughter, he might as well do it forever. Fast forward to present day, and you are still cleaning up after him.
"Did Minho reach home?" Jisung asks as soon as you answer the call. You roll your eyes and shift your position to one that allows you to stretch your leg against the length of the sofa.
"Oh, hi, Y/N," you fake your tone, mocking Jisung's ignorance. "Did you reach home safely? Did you get caught in the rain? Oh no!" And then quickly changing it back to normalcy, "Yes, Jisung. I reached home safely. The rain did get heavy as I walked back home but nothing to worry. Did you reach home safely?"
Jisung is laughing loudly on the other end. "Sorry, Y/N," he makes a weird kissing sound and you pull your phone away from your ear. "I presume Minho's safe at home, else you would be the one to crash my phone with the endless calls in worry of his safety. Ha!"
"He got caught in the rain," you sigh. "I hope he's okay though. I would have mentioned how he was, had he just come out of that goddamn bathroom but no! It almost seems like he is rebuilding the whole bathroom." Jisung laughs so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear again.
"Dude, dude, dude," Jisung calls out for you through the line.
"You and Minho are totally like my parents fighting."
"Do you want to get punched in your face, Han Jisung?" You sit up straight, folding your leg across each other and bending forward, your elbow digging into your thigh as your hand supports your head.
"And my boyfriend would punch yours if you punched mine," he huffs and you know he is talking about Seo Changbin. At a good five feet and six inches, the shorter male befriended Jisung and then wooed him over in grade eleven with some weird shining universe experiment for a science project and the Han Jisung you had always known, fell for the gesture immediately. They began dating a week after, making Changbin the only other human being you willingly chose to become closer to.
"Like Minho would let that," you click your tongue and Jisung laughs again, mumbling, "How have you guys not slept with each other yet? You guys are roommates."
"I'll kill you, Han Jisung."
"Like you would." The minute Jisung taunts back, you hear a loud noise of something crashing down and the sound is from the bathroom. You jump upwards, quickly hanging up without even telling Jisung that you were leaving as you drop your phone and rush towards the bathroom, taking huge steps to reach before the door in less than a few seconds.
You slam your fist against the door, over and over again, yelling, "Yah," to draw his attention before asking, "Minho, are you okay? I'm coming in," and you pull open the door to the common bathroom. A decision you wish you had not chosen but one you had to take for his safety.
Before a very surprised you lay a very, very naked Lee Minho, groaning with his back against the cold white tiles of the bathroom, neck lifting his head above to instinctively avoid hitting the floor. His hand holds a huge piece of the shower curtain that he must have tried holding onto before falling and as the colour drains from your face, lips wide apart, staring at your naked best friend in shock who is staring back at you, it dawns upon you quickly.
You immediately slap your hand over your eyes and scream as loud as you could possibly, "Fuck, fuck. I just saw your schlong, oh my god!"
"Are you not going to look at me at all now that you saw my dick?"
Minho rolls his eyes at you as a soft groan leaves his lip while he tries to make himself more comfortable on his bed. This time, he is fully clothed, black shirt over his torso and navy blue shorts. You are sitting on a small chair by his side, Chinese herbal medicinal mix in a white ceramic bowl, a tub filled with warm water and a towel and long white bandages on the table by the bed. The Chinese herbal medicinal mix was something your mother specifically ordered you to prepare for the boy before you.
You hand him a cup of warm water first which he takes and is about to swallow it down when you look at the wooden bedpost behind him and mumble, "But I saw your womb raider." Minho chokes on the water before coughing and you quickly pat his back which leads him to cry softly in pain and you are left apologising over and over again for being reckless.
He places the cup on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he narrows his eyes at you and questions, "Womb raider? What the fuck?"
"You know, your schlong," you look away, heat rising up to your cheek. "I saw your schlong, a womb raider."
"I can't believe you call a dick that," he groans, rolling his eyes as if he has completely given up on you, "After having your womb raided enough by many womb raiders."
You look away, taking the ceramic bowl in your hand and mumbling, "None of them were long and thick enough to be called a womb raider though."
"Did you say anything, Y/N?"
"Nothing," you yell and glare at him, cheeks still hot with the image still vivid in your head. "You can't look disappointed in me," you frown at him, "I should be disappointed. You tore the shower curtain."
"It was a mistake!" Minho gasps and tries to sit up but quickly ditches the plan when he feels the spin surge through him. You place the bowl back on the table and push yourself forward to help Minho sit up, your arms wrapped around his waist, your chest against his as you slowly pull him up. Minho explains himself, "If I didn't hold onto that, I would have gotten injured worse. I'm almost perfect now. It's just the slight—" You press your palm against his back and he seethes in pain.
"Slight pain, indeed," you scoff and finally let him rest against the bedpost. "This should do the magic though." You lift the ceramic bowl again and wave it before him, shoving the weird smelling green substance right in front of his nose. "My mother totally said it would work. She also said that you would have to be on the bed resting the whole day."
"You'll be my maid the whole day," Minho lights up, face instantly shining and you sigh, "Do I have an option? After this day though, we are going to buy shower curtains and you are going to pay for it because you tore it." You accuse him and he clicks his tongue.
"Remove your shirt now," you order and he looks at you, a teasing glint glistening in his eyes and he smiles, moving slightly closer.
"Why? Are you going to call my abs washboard now? That you could do laundry on them?" He purses his lips and leans forward and you push him back, his aching back hitting the bedpost again and Minho is crying with pain on the soft impact, albeit this time, you worry if it is fake. "Y/N," he cries, clamping down against his lower teeth hard, "Can you go easy on me?"
"Then stop teasing me!"
"Fine!" He huffs and looks away, "Help me out of this shirt now."
"What? Why? You put the shirt on fine. Can't you remove it on your own?" You question him, the ceramic bowl securely on your lap. Minho stares at you for the longest time ever and you stare back.
Has his eyes always been this tender? Has his skin always been this soft? Was Lee Minho always this charming and pretty to look at?
This is all because you saw his stupidly good dick, argh!
Minho finally answers, "It's harder to remove a shirt than to wear it." You shake your head and your eyes narrow to crinkled slits as you watch your best friend for a second more before placing the crucible back on the table and bending yourself forward to hold tightly the ends of his black shirt. You lift the black material up and remove it from his torso, exposing his abdomen and chest to the warm breeze in the air.
He stares at you and you stare at him back, only till you take the white ceramic bowl again and hopefully the last time and you raise an eyebrow at him, mocking him, "Aren't you going to give me the classic Wattpad naked white male line?"
He looks confused and you laugh, holding the bowl tightly, "You know, the—" You try to lower the pitch of your voice and to sound as cocky as possible, smirking, "Like what you see, baby girl?"
Minho laughs with you till he calms himself down a little, tilts his head and in the most guttural voice you have ever heard your best friend ever go, he repeats, "Like what you see, my baby girl?"
Your heart should not have sped up. Your fingers should not have tightened against the cold white crucible. You should not have pressed your thighs against each other. You should not have had your throat dried up at his very words. But it did and you are staring at Lee Minho in an angle you had never seen him.
When did that stupid five year old boy who thought he could save the whole world grow up into this man?
"Uh, Y/N," Minho waves his hand in front of you, trying to bring your attention back. "Are you going to apply the medicine or? I mean, it's cold."
"Oh yeah," you stutter. "Yeah, yeah, I was about to. Can you turn back so that I can apply it on your back?"
"Yeah," he nods and pressing his hands into the mattress, he shifts himself, turning a one hundred and eight degrees away from you so that his back is facing yours. "This okay?"
"Yeah," you agree. You bend your arm forward to take the cloth soaked in warm water and you press it against his back. Minho bites his tongue in pain, eyes watering before he can't take it anymore and he turns back to face you.
"Can I do that thing you allowed me to do whenever I was in pain and you had to take care of me?" He asks, unsure, "Am I allowed?"
You nod, softly, smiling warmly at the man before you and you lift the chair up slightly. Minho quickly wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried into your soft chest as he edges closer to you. You place the warm cloth again on his broad back and Minho does what he has always done to combat pain.
He bites into your flesh softly, hard enough to trigger something weird within you at this age but soft enough to not cause any pain.
Your eyes widen and your thighs tighten a bit but Minho is unaware to all this as he snuggles into your warmth, head fuzzy with the pain that throbs through his entire back. After a few minutes, you place the cloth back on the table and hold the crucible tightly. You dig your forefinger and middle finger into the green mix before applying it on his back, soft circles to calm him down and Minho lets go of your flesh, although he still continues to snuggle into you, his thick arms tightening around your frame.
"You're comfortable to hug," he mumbles as you apply the medicine all over his back, his face occasionally pressing against your breast and you gulp, reminding yourself that this is your best friend, that this is the kid you've seen in all his embarrassments.
"Of course, I am," you laugh. "It doesn't pain that much, does it?"
"Good," and you apply another layer over the existing one. "Because if you say anything else to my mother, I swear to God, Lee Minho, I will—"
You don't complete. Minho laughs — soft, precious laughter that fills the air and engages your ears. He tilts his head to look up at you from his lower angle. You look down only to come in direct vision of his bright, glistening eyes that hold the stars behind them and his oh-so-flawless skin that you are envious of. Your heart beat escalates and you are about one hundred percent sure that Minho is aware. After all, he did have his ear against your chest in this position.
"Fine, fine," his voice is airy and you could listen to it the whole day. "I'll tell your mother that her daughter took care of me perfectly, alright?"
"Perfect," you smile. "Now sit up straight. I need to bandage you up, just in case." Minho begrudgingly pulls back, a soft whimper leaving his lips before he huffs, folding his arms and sitting straight, looking you in the eyes and you gulp.
"I'll be fine in a day, Y/N," Minho whines and you shake your head, mumbling, "Just in case." You turn your body to grab hold of the white roll of bandage before you beckon for him to come a little closer as you wrap the bandage over his torso, covering the medicinal herbs sticking to his body now.
"You, in fact," you chuckle as you tighten the bandage and Minho seethes in pain at having his muscles pressed. You rub his hair affectionately before continuing, "You, Lee Minho, should be ready enough to cash out money for the shower curtain."
"Fine, fine, fine," Minho huffs only to break out into a smile as he looks at you. "We'll go as soon as I don't think I'll die if I stand up and straighten my back, okay?"
"Perfect," you laugh and pull yourself away from your best friend, clipping the bandage in the exact manner. You help him lie back against the soft mattress. You pick up the crucible and the tub of water as you stand up.
"Y/N," Minho calls out for you and you turn, your head gliding against the joint and your eyebrows rising up in question.
"Thanks," he smiles, eyes closed and face so soft that you do want to hold it.
"For taking care of me, doofus. What would I have done had you not been there? You are my knight in shining armour now."
You laugh but your heart is furiously beating against your chest, thrumming against it so loudly that you can hear the beats. Your cheeks flush with heat and you look away, mumbling, "It's nothing," and walk away. You close the door quickly and fall against the vast wooden door finally, away from his presence and you hold the bowls close to you.
Fuck. When did your heart start beating this hard for the same man that you once knew as the stupid five year old with elephant print trunks? When did your heart start thrumming so loudly against your chest for your only best friend?
Either ways, you are doomed. Inevitably.
Jisung: baby, i think it's about time
Changbin: for what?
Jisung: you know, how we always said those two should probably fuck
Jisung: the sexual tension is too high. can we get it over with already and have them date already?
Changbin: you've been trying this forever and you failed.
Jisung: don't remind me. you're my boyfriend, support me.
Changbin: fine! go, sungie!! i love you either way though.
It is exactly three days after the I-exposed-my-cock incident that Lee Minho agrees to go with you to buy the shower curtains.
"Can't we just buy it online?" He had whined, arms folding against each other as he scrolled through his phone. You stand by the sofa, head shaking in disappointment as you reason back, frustrated, "The material," and you hit his arm. Minho winces. "The material is important. I won't compromise on that. Plus, you promised that you would come with me to buy something that you tore. Isn't that only fair?"
Minho does so. After bargaining with him for one tub full of mint chocolate ice cream that you will never understand why he loves so much.
That is exactly how you find yourself here in this shop, shopping cart in your hand and Minho by your side.
"We are only buying the shower curtain," you tell him, staring at the half full shopping cart. "So I don't understand why we need all these."
Minho smiles sheepishly at you. He then points at the two tubs of ice cream and says, "One for you, and one for me. I even chose your favorite flavor!" He continues to point at each article and tell why he needs them very articulately and you stand there in surprise before breaking his speech.
"Fine, fine!" You push the cart ahead. "Now let's just go and get what we came here for." Minho follows you, his one hand on the shopping cart handle to keep pace with you. The two of you stop right in front of the array of curtains in different colours, some on display and some packaged and you smile, whispering under your breath, "Tada." Minho looks at you softly, at the small voice of joy that escapes your lips and he just watches you light up in fascination at something as simple as shower curtains.
Fuck, he loves your domesticity.
"Let's take this," Minho announces as he stretches his arms out to hold onto a pretty blue shower curtain. You hold it in between your fingers feeling the texture before announcing, "No."
"But why?" Minho whines, following your footsteps as you hold onto another shower curtain.
"Because it's polythene," you frown at your best friend. Minho looks at you, confused, his eyebrows furrowing as they look at you like you have grown another pair of hands and legs.
"You could tear it again!"
"It happened once," he sighs, frustrated. "Once. It's not like I'm waiting to fall in the shower, tear the curtain and have you see my dick all the time, babe."
Your cheeks flush at his announcement and the tag he calls you by, your eyes looking away from his pretty face for a split second. Minho shakes his hand, taking a step forward to check a few other shower curtains out when the two of you hear a very familiar voice from behind, in the most professional manner ever.
"Sir, the one you chose is perfect. It is very durable and doesn't stain on contact with water—"
"Han Jisung?" Minho turns, the words of shock leaving his mouth almost instantly. You turn impulsively, eyes wide.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?"
"Hey," you narrow your eyes at the other male. "I could file a report for bad customer service about now, Sungie."
He folds his arms and looks at the two of you suspiciously, "What are you guys doing here?" He raises an eyebrow at you, scoffing at you, "Like you would."
"What does it look like we're doing here, Sungie?" You bite back jokingly and Jisung laughs, gaze shifting between the two of you.
"I don't know," he runs a hand through his hair before folding his arms again, his fluorescent yellow uniform crumbling with the shift in his arms. "Is this some sort of a new way to date?"
"We aren't—" You quickly start when Minho pulls a curtain forward and breaks your sentence before you can complete as he asks Jisung, "This isn't polythene, is it?"
"Are you stupid?" Jisung frowns before he laughs. "That's clearly polythene. Minho, dude, you're a chemical engineering student. You have got to be kidding me if you can't identify polythene."
Minho doesn't pay heed to Jisung's words. You, on the other hand, stare at your best friend who walks away from you to examine more shower curtains. Did Lee Minho really ask Jisung, a literature student, whether that was polythene — What in the world?
"Y/N? Earth to Y/N?" Jisung snaps your attention back to the present. "Are you going to buy shower curtains today?"
"But your shower curtains were fine the last time I came home." You understand Jisung's surprise because the last time he did come home was five days back and the shower curtain was in a perfect condition. "What happened?"
You stretch your arms and point at Minho. The very culprit rolls his eyes before raising his eyebrows and sighing, voicing in the most dramatic voice you have ever heard Minho take, "Yes, Y/N. Yes, Ji. It's me. I tore the shower curtain because I fell in the shower."
"Ouch," Jisung acknowledges Minho's injury before walking past the two of you and taking a shower curtain. "Here's one. You might like this, Y/N."
"It's not PVC, Sungie."
Jisung wants to hit your head, terribly. Perhaps it's your adamance that is the reason as to why your friendship is this tight and strong but in moments like these, he likes Minho more. Minho stands by the side, arms folded and back resting against the wall as he trusts your judgement.
"Are you not going to tell her anything?"
"She handles all this at home. Give her what she wants, Ji," he laughs, fiddling with a few more shower curtains by his side. Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before mumbling, a soft frustrated groan leaving his lips as he throws his head back, "Definitely a married couple," and takes a few polyvinyl chloride made shower curtains.
"Here," he presses his lips. "Don't blame me if the designs aren't that great. You don't get that many good designs in PVC. People go for polythene because it's more available."
"PVC doesn't tear and it's easy to clean!"
"Seconding this as a chemical engineering student," Minho chirps in from behind. You and Jisung turn to look at the man who is on his phone currently and shake your head lightly. "What?"
"He remembers his major now!" Jisung clicks his tongue. "All say, praise the Lord."
"I'm agnostic." You frown.
"More reasons for you to say it easily!"
You find a plain one in the ones he showed you and you take it. Jisung smiles finally, mumbling, "You're a frustrating customer."
"Nah," you scoff. Minho pushes himself off the wall as soon as he sees you done with the selection. "I just know what I want exactly. You, on the other hand, sweetheart," you poke his chest and Jisung chuckles. "You're a pathetic salesperson."
"Of course," he laughs the insult away. "I'm a literature student. I should be working in a publishing company as a part timer."
Minho takes the shower curtain from your hand and puts it in the cart by the side. He comes back, throwing his arm over Jisung's shoulder and frowns, "Apparently publishing companies care a lot more about who your parents are than your resume."
"It's just that publishing company," the other male looks down. "I'll try applying for another one soon."
"Do you want to grab a drink at our place tonight?"
"Sure," Minho agrees. He drops his arm from Jisung's shoulder and holds the cart handle back, pushing it forward slightly. You take big strides to stand by Minho's side, also holding the handle slightly. Jisung raises his eyebrows at the two of you and with a smile that you don't think twice about, Jisung laughs.
"I'm coming over tonight."
"Sure," you throw your thumbs up at him, stretching your arm. Minho smiles softly at you, his eyes lingering a little longer at your happy figure and he feels his heart beat a little quicker at your sight. Your hair strands framing your face so beautifully, eyes shining the minute you find the exact thing you've had in your mind and your lips curving upwards in joy.
Lee Minho finds the calmness that spring brings him every year in him all over again with you by his side.
"Bring the soju. Beer is on us!"
Jisung: binnie, binnie!!
Changbin: yes, baby?
Jisung: i think i have a plan.
Changbin: let them be, babe.
Jisung: we let them be all these years! they pinned after each other without even knowing and we had to see that painfully!
Changbin: i guess you make a valid point there
Jisung: is it going to rain today?
Changbin: it's been raining for the last few days, sungie. it could. just because i study geography as my minor doesn't mean i can forecast weather. hey!
Jisung: fine~ i'm going to get them to confess tonight 👀
Changbin: don't mess up. istg
Jisung: trust me 🥺
Changbin: i do. more than ever ❤️
Jisung reaches your doorstep at sharp nine. With two bottles of soju in his hands, you see the stains of the droplets of rain falling onto his shoulder.
It is drizzling for now and you worry if it is to rain heavily in a few minutes as the forecast mentioned. You hate the thunder. You hate how the weather changes drastically and worsens to a point that it frightens you and makes you anxious. It's a phobia you have managed to hide from everyone for fears of being treated weaker.
Jisung makes himself at home. He always has. He places the soju bottles on the kitchen countertop and Minho smiles to himself as he walks towards the point where Jisung has happily seated himself. Minho and you are on the other end of the counter while Jisung sits on the adjustable chair, swirling in it before stopping and facing you, Minho and the bottles of soju before him.
"Did it finally hit him?"
"I think?" You whisper back.
"I'm right here!" Jisung yells and you smile. Minho pulls the chair from under the counter and sits himself opposite the other male, pressing his lips together and trying to not laugh. He opens the bottle of soju after shaking it and hitting it against his elbow for a while. It clinks open, the metal hitting the glass before falling onto the table and you watch the two, as Minho pours a drink for Jisung.
He downs it in one go, letting out a loud sigh before stretching his arms and demanding a second one.
"Go easy, Sungie. You have the whole night."
"I don't," he huffs. "Now, please."
Minho pours it again before looking at you and you shake your head to indicate that you wouldn't mind a few. You grab hold of one of the empty cups on the counter before stretching your arm too. Minho laughs – a soft chuckle, so airy and light that you find yourself holding your breath for a small second there – and he pours you your drink.
You twirl your drink, watching the liquid glide against the surface of the cup. Your best friend gets up and walks a little into the kitchen to open the fridge and grab a box of leftovers of fried chicken that you bought a few days ago. He pulls open the microwave to heat it and as he waits, he turns to look back at Jisung and asks him finally.
"Do you want me to drop a word to my uncle?"
"He heads the Cheongsam Publication," Minho reveelas, pulling out the chicken from the microwave. He places it before the two of you and almost like you and Jisung were zoomed in, in an American sitcom, both of you gasp dramatically.
"Am I really your best friend?" Jisung yells and you narrow your eyes at Minho. Faking tears in his eyes, he persists in questioning, "Do I not matter to you, Minho?"
"Why are you rooming with me when you could possibly afford a whole room on your own?"
"Yes, Jisung," Minho sighs and sits back on his chair. You bend forward, arms folded against the table as you stare at your best friend in betrayal. "Also, Y/N, don't you love having me around?"
He laughs and rests his head on your shoulder suddenly, causing you to stiffen them in response. Your eyes drift to the left, trying to not make it overtly obvious that Minho's sudden reaction has taken you by surprise. Your eyes land forward on Jisung who looks at you as if he knew this all along, as if he wanted exactly this. The man has a goddamn smirk plastered on his face.
Jisung downs two more shots and you look at him with a raised eyebrow, mumbling, "Slow the fuck down. No one's chasing you."
"Yeah, my goddamn plan," he mumbles before coughing and taking another. Minho sits up straight, finally lifting his head from your shoulder. He stretches his arm to pat Jisung's shoulder in comfort.
"I'll drop a word."
"Now, don't you dare go and say that you want to earn it and all that bullshit," you sigh. "It's the fucking Republic Of Korea. Nepotism is the norm."
"Not planning on saying that," Jisung glares at you. Clearly, Jisung is slightly tipsy, having been the only person to keep drinking. You and Minho opt to just watch over Jisung for the night. Your best friend puckers his lips in Minho's direction and blowing kisses, he says, "I love you, Minho."
"Changbin wouldn't like you saying that to another man though," you scoff and Jisung flips you the middle finger before downing one more and standing up. The thunder rattles the three of you exactly then and you grip the table, face turning pale instantly. Minho's attention darts to you quickly in concern.
"You okay?" You hum in response, unconvincingly though to Minho whose gaze lingers on you in worry for just a while more. That is, till Jisung rips it away by dramatically placing the back of his hand on his forehead and playing the damsel in distress as he gasps so loudly, staring at the big window.
"It's raining heavily," he sighs and you shudder, afraid of another thunderstorm as you grip tightly on the side of the table.
"So?" Minho asks, both eyebrows raised at the man before him, looking at the two of you with doe eyes.
"I'm staying over, thanks," he rushes and runs to your bedroom, quickly shutting the door and latching it and you and Minho stare at each other. As soon as the realisation of what could happen dawns over you, you rush to your closed bedroom, fists banging against the wooden door.
"Yah, Han Jisung," you turn to look at Minho who watches you in amusement. "Open the fucking door."
"No. I don't want to go back home in the rain. You and Minho can share the bed. I am never opening the door. Good night."
"What the fuck? Yah, Sungie, stop acting like a child. Open the door now." You hear no response. "Sungie? Answer me. Open the door please." Minho walks over to you, and tries knocking too, in vain however because Jisung has no plans to open the door.
You look at Minho, the man slightly towering you as he stands by your side and you gasp. You had to share the bed with the same man you just realised you could, perhaps, have developed feelings for?
Jisung: it finally seems to be working, binnie! luck's on my side this time.
Changbin: oh baby. just please don't be disappointed if it doesn't work out this time either.
Jisung: i won't be because it's definitely going to work out. eeeee! i'm so excited!
Another thunderstorm ripples through the air.
Your heart beats quicker in anxiety, eyes squeezing shut as you grip tightly on the pillow, a light whimper leaving your lips. You feel the mattress shuffling underneath you and in the next minute, your ears are covered by Minho's hands. You stiffen as he edges closer to you, his chin resting on your shoulder as his palm pressed against your pinna, covering your ear completely to protect you from the loud sounds of the thunder.
His hand on your right ear slightly shifts to the side as he bends forward to whisper into your ear, to amplify the sounds enough as a way to distract you.
"You never ever told me you were scared of thunderstorms."
Lee Minho is way too close to you to think straight. You feel his body pressed against your back, heat radiating from him to you through your oversized hoodie. His breath is harsh against your skin as he leans close to whisper into your ear. And all this in an attempt to forget the thunderstorm.
So far, it's working like magic.
Your voice is almost small when you inform him, "We never happened to be in the same place during one," and Minho swears to God, he could lose it completely. All the self control to not confess and take you there is so ready to be shoved out of the window that all he can do is try and focus on worrying about your fears.
"I'll protect you," he mumbles so softly that you turn around to look at him. His eyes are bright in the soft lights in his room and as he lies by your side, so close that you can hear his heart that beats faster and his breath that is shallow, your lips part and you watch him.
You are fully justified for falling in love with this man.
A man that tells you he'd protect you from your fears, god alone knows how, but the fact that they don't seem like empty words. A man that you know like the back of your hand and the same man that seems to have protected you all throughout your life, even if you have done the same. It was inevitable. Falling for Lee Minho is inevitable.
And that's why you kiss him. Because you're in love with him so badly that all you can zero in is him, him, him.
Your lips press against his, so softly for a split second. As if you are unsure. As if you know you could be ruining years of friendship over something the two of you could consider a mistake.
You kiss him and suddenly it's the only thing that matters to you right now. Him, him, him. Your lips are slow and soft against him. It is almost as if you are reminding yourself that there has been nothing more morbidly right than this. To fall in love with your best friend. Minho's hand slowly lifts up to rest below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breath mingles only for a split second — one filled with hesitance and uncertainty — before you pull away, looking at your best friend.
It is just a second of a kiss and with Minho so stiff by your side, you panic, and ramble. "I'm sorry. I should have thought it could be unrequited. I like you and I should have asked—”
Minho crashes his lips on yours, so quickly that it takes your breath away and cuts your sentence in half, but you don't care. He pulls you towards him, hands cupping your face tightly and angling it to kiss you, encasing your lower lips in his as he moves against your pink ones. You let out a small gasp as you deepen the kiss, running your fingers down his spine, holding him as close as possible until there is no space left between the two of you. It is just you and him in this small room. Just you and him in focus. You can feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Loud, clear and unknown to you that it beats for you in this minute. That it has always been beating for you.
Minho presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, the minute you let him in, he delves inside your mouth, tongue chasing after yours. Minho kisses you like he has finally achieved the greatest thing ever and he never wants to let it go. Minho kisses like he loves you and you feel it. You feel every ounce of it.
Your arms move up his back and tangle around his thick, strong neck. Playing with the ends of his roots, you suck on his lower lips before he pulls away and finally tells you, "I've always been in love with you, Y/N. Always."
Kissing you again, his thumb digs into the skin by your jaw as he delves deeper, as if he never wants to let you go. The air in the room heats up when your hand moves under his shirt, feeling his muscles under your skin and you moan against his lips. Minho lets go of your lips only to kiss the side of it and then your cheeks and then your jugular before he is littering kisses all over your neck. You moan explicitly, gripping on him and slightly grinding on his thigh. You feel your core heating up, arousal sticking to your panties and all you can think is,
“I want you.”
Minho swears to God that he has always loved confident women but when you shattered right before him and built your confidence right back up — that is the hottest thing he swears he has seen. That, and the fact that you had always been hot before his eyes.
“Really?” Minho lifts himself up and hovers on top of you.
“Really,” you decide to respond before you cup his face and pull his face closer to yours. You don't pull him in for a kiss just yet. Your eyes zero on him, trying to cancel out the loud thunderstorms in the background and just focus on the man before you that you love, that you've been in love unknowingly for a while.
You just hold his face and learn. You try to remember every single detail of his face that you never focussed on before.
You realise over again that his eyes are your favourite thing. They are black as charcoal and yet still shimmer as if stars are trapped and enclosed beneath them. And when he narrows them to look at you with a daze, your heart throbs and you gulp. They make your heart hurt whenever they fix on you.
You know his skin is soft as you touch. As creamy and velvety as they are, you can't stop touching him.
His mouth is a pretty shade of coral, plump and pouty and honestly so kissable it hurts to look at it for more than a few seconds. You wonder how you haven't driven yourself to kiss him yet. All these years.
Everything about his face is soft and delicate, that is till he turns a little to the side and angles it perfectly, his head backward and you can clearly see the sharpness of his jawline; the distinct manly cut that makes your mouth dry and your heart beat faster.
“You are perfect,” you gulp, your eyes back on him and Minho smiles widely. His warm breath caresses your face and his forehead is pressed against yours immediately.
“You know what else is perfect, baby?”
“No,” your voice is airy, even though you already know what he is going to say. You know it and yet the thought causes your heart to skip a bit, and flutter a lot in your chest.
“You and everything you have to offer. You are not average. You are one of the most perfect women I've seen in my whole life, Y/N,” he says. As soon as the words spill from his mouth, your lips are on his, claiming his mouth, the same ones that whispered into your ear that there is nothing to be afraid when he's right there by your side.
He gasps loudly as your hands leave his face and move to his hair to pull him down towards you — you need him so close to you. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to bend a lot forward and gladly welcome the intrusion of your tongue.
His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses and those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs.
His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bottom cheeks.
“Minho,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. You fear getting too addicted to this human – more than you already are – to a point where you need to be attached to him by the hip, to never let go of him.
Minho's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin.
His hand moves from your clothed arse to under your hoodie, hand pressed against your back as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and god, you feel infinite and powerful.
His lips hover on yours. He smiles widely and you think it's cute. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again.
You nod your head to signal yes. You hold your breath and your eyes flutter shut, awaiting him and his warmth.
Minho's kiss is slow and delicate at first. It is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, so much more, that you want to pull him in and suck the life out of him and yet, at the same time, it is precious and laced with not only the passion of the moment but also the tenderness of a first time together.
It makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own.
Your heart is beating quicker than ever in your chest, against your ribs, and you pull him even closer, so tight your chests have no choice but to heave against each other with every single breath you take. You don’t want to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not ever.
Minho is something you desperately want to hold onto in your life. He knows your secrets, your everything. He knows what you like and how you like it. He seems to know everything and the thought of letting him go aches your heart and constraints your throat with a sob you wouldn't dare to let out. You want him to be completely yours.
And these thoughts turn you desperate. They force you to make the kiss deeper, to lick his lips and bite them down, to gulp down every sigh and whimper that comes out of him and make them your own. To make him yours.
Your eyes flutter shut, taking in the way his mouth moves over yours, arching further into him. You groan into his mouth and his grip on your back tightens instantly.
“I want you so much, Minho,” you whimper against him after your lips part from his. You lick your lips and gaze at him with your partially closed eyes. “So fucking much.”
“Then, have me. Take me,” Minho purrs against your exposed skin. In a minute, he pulls the oversized hoodie over you, leaving you in just your undergarments as he discards it to the side. His mouth moves over the skin above your breasts and his hand traces the bra you are wearing. He gazes at it and mumbles before latching his mouth back on your skin, “You are so fucking beautiful. Always have been.”
You gleam in pride and your body arches at the contact of his mouth on your skin. Your hands are on the side of his face as you pull him away.
“Have me? Yes. Completely,” he smiles. He wonders if you are confident. That's all that he hopes when you look at him so unsure and so doubtingly.
You wet your lips again quickly, your breath coming out in hot puffs of air. Your hands immediately rush to his top, roughly pushing it above. Minho helps you out and pulls it completely away. You are blinded by the passion burning inside of you, your hands eager to explore and touch every expanse of his glowing skin. You want to touch, feel, have a complete experience. You want Minho to remind you of everything you are missing out on.
Your lips attack his neck in a hurry, all rough and passionate on his tender, soft skin, blooming red roses that turn purple against it. You repeat your actions till he’s softly moaning out your name, almost purring them out that you feel yourself becoming slicker. His hands on your back pull you closer and into him so that you won’t stop tainting his flesh and slowly, his soul, in the best ways possible.
Minho whines and sighs and grunts for you. He doesn't hold himself back as his lips leave appreciation for who you are. He closes his eyes as he parts his lips to whimper out your name with every new thing you find that excites him and it drives you absolutely insane.
You know you should not but you can’t stop wondering how he would sound like as you fuck him hard, rock on his cock to milk his orgasm, make him beg not to stop. You desperately want to break him and draw all these nice sounds out of him, but you know it would most probably be the other way round. Minho allows you to take control occasionally but you know he wants the lead. He wants to be the one to break you apart and pull you back together.
He pulls back from you, his hands leaving your back and resting on either of your sides. Minho's dark hair brushes over his crescent lidded eyes and nearly shields the hungry, desperate gaze of them. His hand plays with the strap of your panties as his gaze flickers between affection and lust. He cocks his head to the side before asking, “You do want this, right?”
You nod, hoping it would be enough and that he would resume.
“I need to hear you say it out loud, baby,” he firmly says and you gulp.
“Yes, yes. Minho, fuck, I want this. I need this,” you whine, your eyes glassy, as you grip his forearm to lift yourself up and grate and move against the evident bulge on his jeans.
Minho merely needs that verbal confirmation. He pulls away your panties, resting on your hips and you groan. Still hovering above you and his hands over your pubic mound, his fingers trail lower and you tug at your lower lip in anticipation. Easily, he finds your clit, and begins to rub in slow, languid, lazy motion, up and down, waiting for the moan he so loves to hear from you to spill from your mouth. He grins when he hears those little whimpers and you feel your legs lose mobility from the pleasure he brings you with just a flick of his finger.
Your back slightly arches off the soft mattress upon the bed when his finger leaves your clit to draw a line up your wet slit, collecting as much of your arousal as he can before slipping his glistening fingers out to admire them in the light. Your cheeks taint pink in embarrassment.
“Fuck,” Minho moans, taking his coated finger into his mouth to suck your juices from it. His eyes flutter shut as if he’s tasting the sweetest aphrodisiac ever known and your lips part at this sight. Lee Minho looks irresistible and you want him, completely.
“God,” he groans. Minho slides himself down your body until he’s in level with your pussy. His eyes gazed at it in sheer adoration and your hand slapped against your mouth. He takes two fingers to spread your lips apart for a better view. “You’re dripping, baby girl.”
You wail as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing your fold, making you whine his name out loud. The way you plead for him, beg for him, grind down on his teasing fingers, all set a fire inside you. This has been what you had been craving for so long. The ability of this man to cloud your thoughts and set your body on fire makes you yearn for him even more.
“Minho,” you cry out, whimpering underneath him. “Fingers. I need you. Please, Minho.”
You gasp, your voice airy, when the tip of his finger tentatively slips into you while your fingers dig at his shoulders between your thighs. “Minho, I want you. I just really want you. I need to feel you. Please.”
He drags his finger out of you before you clutch onto him, feeling the need to be overwhelmed. He presses his thumb on your clit and a whimper leaves your mouth.
“Minho.” And he slides his digit in again almost as if on cue. He pumps his finger in and out of you as his thumb harshly rubs circles on your clit. Your hand leaves your mouth and grabs your hair as the other digs further into his shoulder.
His mouth leaves hot air against the skin covering your acetabulum and you shudder. His lips graze from there till your thigh before biting on them, sucking them deliriously and leaving you as a whimpering mess.
“Minho, fuck!” You scream, your fingers grabbing your hair to hold control of your body.
“That's it, baby,” he says against the skin of your thighs. “How I've wanted those beautiful lips to scream out my name from when I've felt them.”
Minho adds another finger and your eyes are screwed shut as he curls them within you and you gasp at the feeling of being widened. You are elated and you feel your arousal leaking down your thighs. He rubs your inside and your clitoris faster and you push your hips towards him, moving with his pace. Minho is also leaving beautiful purple marks in a trail on your thigh and you gape in awe.
You find it all too much. Your emotions are all over the place and your hormones rise up. The movement of his fingers inside you and around your clit, his lips attacking your erogenous spots, kissing, biting and licking short stripes on them. It finally gets to you and you scream his name out in pleasure. Your first orgasm comes crashing down upon you, blinding you. You release all over his fingers and Minho helps you ride out your high as he drags his finger repeatedly but this time, slower than what had been.
Your head lifts up and hits the pillow slightly as it tilts away. Minho moves upwards, hovering over your face and smiles. You smile back. You are so happy and you do not know how to put it into words.
“For what?” He looks at you quizzically.
“That was my first orgasm in months now that wasn't brought about by my own fingers,” you smile wearily and Minho leans forwards and kisses your forehead.
"Should have come to me," he laughs.
"Didn't know if I'd be ruining our friendship."
"Pfft," he scoffs, before kissing you again, his lips gliding against yours and piecing in as if they were always meant to be against yours. "I've been in love with you forever."
"Took me a while to know my own feelings," you mumbles. “Also,” you continue, hoping he listens to your request. “Can I . . . ride you?”
Minho is stunned. There are so many things about you that stuns him and maybe it's the way you try to take control that make you look so much hotter before his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you plead. “If that is not a bother to you.”
“Why would it? Your wish is my command, but only for this night. Next time, my love, we do this my way,” he teases and winks and your core throbs at his words.
Minho pulls himself away from your body, pulling his shirt over his head and his denim down and away. As he flings his clothes aside and relaxes against the mattress, his cock springs free against his stomach, leaking with milky precum. You sit up beside the space Minho has taken over and watch him and his cock deliriously and lustfully.
You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You’re really doing this. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Minho, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Minho notices.
“It’s okay,” he reassures you, sensing your reluctance and worry. He pushes back the stray hair falling over your eyes. “You're doing wonderful, babygirl. You are finally all mine. What a pretty girl and all to myself now."
You nod, biting down on your lower lip, and tugging at it harshly, cheeks heating up at his words, arousal gushing out as you look down before aligning with his cock. You want this. You needed this release.
As your folds, dripping with thick, sticky arousal, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you moaning out his name, gasping and panting for air, “Fuck, Minho.”
You rock your hips into him, trying this as you picture it to be, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick length. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord.
As much as Minho wants to give you complete power over this, it isn't like him and he wishes he could be better. Minho takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Minho,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and you feel sad.
As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Minho, ah!”
He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. You are glad he is helping you out because you know you could not have done it on your own after having just ridden out your high.
The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you.
You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the second time that night. Minho’s finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. Minho knows how to make a woman putty in his hands and you are a living witness of this.
“Are you going to come?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.
“Y-Yes,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, you feel so good, Minho.” You lean forward and the motion causes Minho to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.
Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Minho, fuck. Oh fuck, you feel so good.”
Minho moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Babygirl, oh fuck. Come all over my cock.”
Minho’s other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find their place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and his eyes flicker a mischief that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Minho’s cock tightly.
Minho learns that your dirty liking for choking is incredibly hot. Seeing you like this is what he knows would get him to come when you are not around. Your fucked out expression as you gasp for air makes Minho plunge into you harder and you choke harder.
A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Minho's waist, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.
Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you.
Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him.
“Hey,” you say and smile.
Minho kisses your forehead and then, the peak of your nose, and finally, kisses your lips, softly. It isn't lustful or anything. Just plain passion seeping from him to you. You feel his admiration and an emotion you fear to mistake for love. He pulls away and smiles, “Hey, beautiful.”
He comes closer and licks the side of your neck, where he had wrapped his fingers out. The one fantasy that you are so in love with. He peppers soft kisses around it and mumbles an apology.
“No,” you quickly stop him. “That was everything. I— I really like you." Pausing, the thought crashes your head, post your high and you mumble, "Fuck, I fell in love with my best friend."
You nuzzle into his chest after he pulls back, your arms wrapping around his body as you calm yourself. Minho chuckles into your ear, "Yes, yes. You clearly did. What do we do now?"
"Take responsibility." You mumble as you slowly find yourself feeling sleepy. Your eyes are slowly drooping and your voice lowers in tone, words drifting away almost, “You better take responsibility for my feelings and take care of me.”
“It'd truly be my honour,” Minho mumbles, lifting you slowly to push his one arm beneath your neck. He uses the other hand to push your hair away from your face. Kissing your forehead, lips lingering for a while, he smiles to himself, laughing slightly as he asks you, "Was the schlong good?”
You laugh softly, snuggling into his chest, fist against it as you try to fall asleep, thunderstorms long forgotten. Kissing his chest, you giggle, "Best ever schlong I have ever had, baby. All mine to keep now."
Jisung: can you pick me up?
Changbin: this late?
Jisung: i just wanted them to confess. not fuck like bunnies. useless fact i learnt today: they are both loud in bed.
Changbin: i'm laughing off the bed literally!!! also!!!
Changbin: and they were roommates!
Jisung: god, they were roommates. 🙄❤️
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Orgy + Danceracha
Warnings: College!AU, Dom!Minho, Dom!Hyunjin, Dom!Felix, Sub!Reader, Oral Fem!Receiving, Oral Male!Receiving, Spitting in mouth, Squirting
Word Count: 860
AN: I know colored girls can’t blush, I should know I’m black. But you can feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment even though no-one but you can tell. So please just go with it.
You were at the party that your boyfriend Felix threw you for your birthday. Although you made it clear that extravagants weren’t needed, he insisted, stating that his girl deserved the best and only the best for her birthday.
The party was held at his fraternity house, which consisted of 7 more boys who had their own strengths that contributed to the reputation of the house.
That’s how you found yourself here, in your boyfriend’s room, with the three most attractive boys in the house staring at you like you were a piece of meat.
On your left was your boyfriend Felix, on your right was Hyunjin, the raven-haired boy who towered over everybody, and in front of you was Minho, the attractive yet intimidating man whom every girl wanted.
As Minho stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his tight leather pants. He seemed to notice you practically drooling over it, so he lifted your head up to look him in the eyes, “You like what you see?” He teased, making the apple of your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
He chuckled, “It’s okay? Felix told us what you wanted for your birthday.” He looked to both Felix and Hyunjin for reference, and in the corner of your eyes you saw both of them nod briefly.
When Felix asked you what you wanted for your birthday, you said it in a joking tone although you did mean it, you just didn’t think he would take you seriously, nor would he be okay with it. But he seemed to prove you wrong.
You turned your gaze to Felix, “Really?” You asked, the excitement in your voice clear although you tried to hide it, “Yeah,” He reassured, taking your hand in his, “And besides, I saw the way you looked at both of them when you thought I wasn’t watching.” He chuckled, “So, shall we get to it?”
Minho was eating your pussy like a starved man, slurping up all of your arousal and sucking on your clit. And it didn’t help that Felix was attacking your neck with licks and kisses of his own, while Hyunjin was stroking his cock at the sight.
“Feels good?” Felix asked, his voice sounding deeper than usual, “Fuck yes!” You moaned, tugging on Minho’s messy hair, not that he minded.
“You’re a filthy slut, you know that?” Hyunjin suddenly spoke, tugging harshly at his cock, “Letting Minho eat your little pussy while we both watch.”
You moan at his words and the feeling of Minho slurping at your clit made your stomach tighten.
Taking it a step up, Minho inserted his slender fingers inside your tight hole, instantly finding your g-spot.
“Shitshitshit, right there.” You squealed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Aww, she’s gonna cum for you hyung.” Felix coos as he grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open.
He gathers up a glob of saliva in his mouth and spits it in yours. Letting his tongue hang out for a few more seconds so all of it falls into your mouth.
“Swallow” He orders, and you swallow up the warm saliva, immediately doing as you’re told.
Hyunjin taps the tip of his cock against your cheek, signaling you to open your mouth once again.
Once your mouth is open, Hyunjin takes no time to push his length into your mouth, groaning immediately at the warm sensation.
He takes hold of your hair and thrusts into your mouth slowly, testing out the waters.
Once he’s sure he has control he starts thrusting at a more rapid pace, making your throat contract around his dick as if you had gagged (which you probably did).
“Fuck,” Hyunjin groans, “Her mouth is heavenly” He holds your head down to where your nose is touching his pubic bone, moaning loudly when your throat again contracts around him.
As Hyunjin uses your mouth, you feel the coil in your belly tighten, signaling your upcoming orgasm.
Minho rapidly thrust his fingers in and out of your hole while another hand (whom you are assuming belongs to Felix) suddenly rubs at your clit harshly, triggering your orgasm.
You clench around Minho’s fingers, cumming around him and squirting out your juices, soaking the bed sheets around you.
You let out a guttural moan which was muffled by Hyunjin’s cock still being in your mouth as you came down from your orgasm.
Hyunjim gets a couple of more thrusts in before his hips stutter and he cums. Ropes of white decorating your mouth and giving you no other option but the swallow.
After Hyunjin finishes, he pulls out of your mouth, and falls back on the bed, taking a break from the activities for the moment.
You set your gaze to Minho who is still in front of you, but now he is sitting up with your juices all over his chin.
You look at Hyunjin, sparing him a small smile, “Well that was fun.” You speak, running your hand through your hair, “Yeah it was.”
As you speak to Hyunjin, you don’t even notice Felix approaching your front, “My turn.”
This does not represent the Stray Kids members, Lee Minho, Hwang Hyunjin, or Lee Felix in anyway. This is purely fiction and is meant for entertainment. Do not take any of this seriously.
➪𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝟷 (𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜)
➪𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝟸 (𝙱𝚃𝚂)
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✦:˒ masterlist ◞⁺☆．
all posts are nsfw unless stated otherwise with a ღ
- ̗̀ bang chan ´ˎ-
what kinks does he have
using you as stress relief
perv!chan and skirts
fingering you in public
taking your virginity
fingering you for the first time (+corruption kink)
wet dream (+corruption kink)
first time (+corruption kink)
edging + orgasm denial
catching you watching porn (+corruption kink)
catching him masturbating (+corruption kink)
- ̗̀ lee minho ´ˎ-
kitten (+corruption kink)
- ̗̀ seo changbin ´ˎ-
you take pictures of him
teasing him in public
safe word ღ
- ̗̀ hwang hyunjin ´ˎ-
him being possessive
nsfw thoughts on him
bestfriend!hyunjin x fem!virgin!reader
- ̗̀ han jisung ´ˎ-
quickie in his room
always touching you
kinky or chaotic?
- ̗̀ lee felix ´ˎ-
his wandering hands
coming home late to softdom!felix
sucking on his thumb
perv!felix x bestfriend!reader headcannon
best friends to lovers (+perv!felix)
punishment from harddom!felix
boobs and legs = heaven
corruption kink (+perv!felix)
fucking his anger out
taking care of you when you’re stressed
touching you ‘innocently’
teaching him how to dom
boobs = stress ball
dirty pervboyfriend!felix 🤝 dumb innocent gf
chubby girls (slight perv!felix)
using you when he had a bad day
- ̗̀ kim seungmin ´ˎ-
fucking you in public
- ̗̀ yang jeongin ´ˎ-
- ̗̀ list of anons ´ˎ-
— the following emojis are taken: ✨🍓🌸🧽⛓🍋🧁🍒🌻🧸👩❤️💋👩
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skz reaction: you being a ‘pillow princess’
genre: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18
warnings: unprotected sex, eating out, fingering, dumbification, soft-dom!skz
note: a ‘pillow princess’ is someone that prefers to receive sexual stimulation rather than give it - basically reader not having to lift a finger and the boys doing everything for her <3 @honeydh this one is for you *mwah* maknae line is longer than the rest cause i’m feral for them okay gn
Chan buried his head deeper between your thighs, mouth softly working away at your dripping heat as his fingers intertwined with your own, loving the small squeezes you inflicted onto them each time his tongue fucked into your tight cunt. This man is absolutely in love with the sight of your angelic form relaxing into the plush pillows, submitting you body completely to him and allowing him to gently coax you closer towards orgasm, taking care of you in every sense. Since he’s a natural giver Chan will thrive knowing you love to receive; spends hours edging and overstimulating your overly sensitive pussy with the sole purpose of watching you become a drooling, needy mess beneath him. You arched further into his touch once he nipped teasingly at your bud, the soft whines tumbling from your kiss-bruised lips doing nothing but encourgaing him to prod deeper into you, unhinging his jaw slightly to devour your cunt whole. Each small tremble and twitch was met with a low hum, the sensation against your aching slit causing you to buck your hips further towards his face - begging for more and he was happy to give and give until you break.
“Just sit there and look pretty, angel. Let me take care of you.”
Gentle circles were traced along the outside of your sheer panties, soaked with arousal, legs spread wide open for the boy that was currently teasing your clit between them. Minho savoured the sight of you in his favourite state; fucked out and hungry for his cock. He thumbed the flimsy fabric of your underwear aside, chuckling lowly at the small whimper that fell from your pretty lips once the tips of his digits grazed against your folds. He loves taking the lead in everything he does and that’s no exception when it comes to getting you off - down on his knees and ready to please you as soon as you so much as throw a needy pout his way. Extremely willing and giving, demonstrated by the way his tongue was currently sucking on your drooling cunt, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every flat swipe of his tongue against your clit. He’ll edge you until you’re reduced to nothing but a shaking, sobbing slut beneath him and he won’t stop until you’re completely incoherent and sensitive to his every touch.
“You like this sweetheart? You like being taken care of?”
Changbin is proudly and wholly whipped for his sweet pillow princess and gives into your every demand without a second thought. He’ll happily spend hours teasing your dripping pussy, thick fingers pinching and rubbing at your nub before fucking them into your tightness, spreading your hot liquids around and onto your folds - not once ceasing his pleasurable torment, loving how wound up and desperate you become for his cock. Although he absolutely adores the sight of you coming undone beneath him with the slightest graze of his touch, he quickly becomes bored of the one-sided fulfilment; opting for a position that’ll satisfy you both without you having to life a finger. Removes his digits from your core before shoving them between your lips to quieten your whines from the sudden emptiness, letting you taste yourself before slipping his cock into your heat, plush walls clenching snugly around him. His hips brushed slowly against your own, resisting the urge to coat your walls with his hot cum, waiting for you to find your own release first.
“Let me make you feel good honey.”
As much as he loves to deny it, Hyunjin is wrapped around your pretty little finger and will give you everything you want and more until you’re completely fucked dumb and on the verge of passing out - although he does like seeing you throw a little fit before giving in. Purposely prolongs your pleasure just to see you become the brat you truly are, rolling your eyes and huffing loudly as he continues to tease you; but once his fingers start to inch towards your core and you realise he’s finally giving you what you want you completely melt under his touch. His mouth practically waters once he finally exposes your glistening pussy, any previous thoughts of teasing you suddenly forgotten as he buried his head between your plush thighs, wrapping his plump lips around your core and pinning your wriggling hips to the bed, eating up every small gasp and mewl that you hiccuped out. His nose nudged against your nub, sucking your folds into his mouth and hungrily cleaning up the wetness that seeped past your tight hole - eating you out until you were pleased, throbbing and raw.
“Look at my princess, so pretty and needy.”
Despite being a pretty big pillow princess himself Jisung is always eager and ready to please you. He loves giving into your needs just as much as you do so expect to be constantly doted on and smothered in love. Incredibly generous while eating you out, places open-mouthed kisses against your core and devours your pussy whole, pulling away only to giggle softly at the sweet sounds of your sobs filling his senses, each drop of your wetness on his taste buds causing him to buck down against the bed, cock hardening as you wither and whine for his touch. His fingers swiftly fucked into your tight hole as he continued to lap up your juices, tongue tracing your velvety slit with a desperation that could only be satisfied by finally sinking deep into your heat - the throbbing of his thick length becoming too much for him to handle. Covers up the fact that he’s just as hungry to fill you up by tutting mockingly at your flushed cheeks and soft panting, hips fucking into your own at a painfully slow pace to watch you claw at the sheets, searching for something, anything, to grip onto as your pussy wrapped snugly around his cock.
“Look at you, so eager and happy to be used by me. You’re such a cutie.”
No matter how needy or bratty you’re being this man will drop everything to please you. Felix will adore you from head to toe, leaving light kisses over the soft skin of your stomach before pausing at your core, loving the slight gasp that slipped past your lips once his warm breath fanned over your aching cunt. His tongue softly prodded against your slit, teeth grazing your folds before suddenly sucking them between his lips, loving the incoherent mewls and cries you sounded out against him. He’ll eat you out unhinged desperation, huffing and groaning lowly against your cunt as his long fingers spread you apart to mouth further at your pussy, lapping up your sweet juices. Especially likes how fucked out and dreamy you become as he relentlessly overstimulates your spent self, clit puffy and raw yet he won’t stop until you’re unable to think straight; following his every order like a mindless whore, practically drooling at the thought of finally having him fuck you. Muttered praises will be sloppily uttered into your core, loving how well behaved you are for him, pressing your trembling hips into the mattress while messily nudging his nose against your nub, tongue pressing hard down on your pussy and dark eyes taking in every twitch and scrunch of your cute features - glassy, mascara stained eyes and glossy lips only making him want to give in and wreck you sooner.
“You’re so good for me angel.”
Taking care of you is practically hardwired into Seungmin at this point so he’ll spoil you until you’re shaking and begging him to stop, albeit while being a tad mean about it. Loves how receptive you are to his touch, gasping cutely when he so much as teasingly brushes past your core and pouting once he deliberately ignores your pitiful begs, your fussing cut short as he suddenly cups your heat - the sweet smile on his face doing nothing to ease you as he presses down hard on your desperate cunt, clenching around nothing at the slight pressure. He’ll slip his fingers past your folds just slightly, prodding into your dripping heat before withdrawing completely, teetering you on the edge of orgasm; your frustrated cries and glassy eyes only egging him on further. Eventually, he’ll give into your whines, pressing his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss before sinking into your heat, thrusting deep and filling you to the brim. He indulges you completely, manhandling and overstimulating you until you’re nothing but a whiny, sobbing, drooling mess trembling beneath him, happy to be used as his personal cum slut. He loves the dumb look that takes over you pretty features as he fucks into you, letting you feel every curve and twitch of his cock.
“Isn’t this what you wanted sweetheart?”
Jeongin admired your pretty form cushioned against the soft pillows, doe eyes staring up at him and hair framing around you like the angel you are; features contorted in pure pleasure as he fucked his fingers into your cunt, the wetness of your core coating his digits with every deep thrust. Being so used to having his hyungs dote and gush over his every move means he absolutely loves taking care of you, bringing you to the edge over and over again all the while ignoring the painful straining of his cock against his thigh, focusing solely on the soft begs that your fucked out form emitted. He also gets off on the sense of control he has over you, watching you mewl and twitch beneath him while unconsciously bucking your hips towards his fingers once he decides to tease you, gasping into his shoulder when he curled his digits deep inside your pussy, brushing softly against the edge of your womb. Super soft with you, nothing but love shining in his eyes and praises tumbling from his lips as he works your cunt, always happy to put your pleasure before his own.
“You’re so pretty.”
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pairing — dom!chan and hard dom!minho x reader
genre — smut
word count — 7.3k
warnings — idol!au, make-up artist!reader, dirty talk, threesome, creampie, oral sex (m and f), rough sex, face slapping, humiliation, degradation, daddy kink, sir kink, spit/drool kink, slight knife play, deepthroating, overstimulation, unprotected sex, piv, use of pet names
note — here it is finally, i am not sure how i feel about this but PLEASE let me know in my asks what you do you think! i didn't read this before uploading so i apologize for any mistake, and please remember that english is not my first language!
[minho, 9:41 pm.] i need you at the dorms
your whole body freezed instantly after reading the message minho left on your phone seconds ago. tonight you were supposed to met chan at the dorms because, except for him and felix, the rest of the group was allegedly in their hometowns visiting their families. as unsteady as you were, you wandered around the complex looking for chan’s or minho’s car and, to your surprise, those were the only ones you could find in the parking lot.
you swallowed hard, your heart beating at a higher rate than before. this could only meant two things: either they both caught the little game you were playing or it was just a big misunderstanding.
but, deep down, you already knew the answer.
[you, 9:42 p.m] i thought you were going to be at gimpo by now.
you sat down on the sidewalk right outside the parking lot, meditating your actions and trying to come up with a decent answer as to what was happening right now. there’s no way minho could’ve tell, right? you and chan were already too careful not to get caught by the staff or the employees of the company.
[minho, 9:43 p.m.] something came up. i had to stay.
you sighed as you pressed your phone against your chest. this was a set up, definetly. and unfortunately for you, you were already outside of the dorms because you were supposed to meet chan there. if minho had already caught you, it would be better to talk it through right now before your job could get jeopardized.
with trembling legs you stood up from the sidewalk fighting the urge to start running away from the building, only to be interrupted by the ringtone of your phone again.
[chan, 9:44 p.m.] did you already forget the way to the dorms? or are you just enoying the sight of the parking lot, princess?
you looked around again, but no trail of chan. they were messing with you and you could tell but, from your position, there was not much you could do. you had fucked up and you needed to take full responsibility of your actions even if it meant that the fun had to be over. you made your way to the elevator trying to come up with a plan or excuse to tell the both of them.
“yeah minho, i forgot to tell you that i have been fucking with your bestfriend too this whole time” you mumbled to yourself in a sarcastic way “that doesn’t sound right”. you tried to recall how exactly you ended up putting yourself in this position, but you couldn’t really get to a conclusion.
you worked with chan, as you were his personal make-up artist, and you started to sleep with him about a year ago too. first it was casual and, even though the relationship didn’t progress to anything affectionate, it later became something “sexually exclusive”. or at least that was what chan thought.
not even a few months later after chan and you started to have a secret affair, minho was introduced into the equation. with him, things were a bit more complicated than with chan, but that only made them better. both of them were good lovers, and they treated you just right. it was just too easy for you to have two sexual affairs at the same time because you knew you were being careful enough. you trusted yourself, you knew that you could handle them both and that you could end up things with one of them whenever you felt like it. but truth is, that day never came. they were both intoxicating, they were both everything you were looking for but with separate essences and you couldn’t get enough of them.
the elevator arrived to the floor where the dorms were located and you could swore that the sound of your heartbeats was loud enough to be heard from a distance. you knew you got caught and that wasn’t precisely the thing that made you the most nervous anymore. it was the fact that both, chan and minho, were exactly the same type of men: jealous and possessive.
you could sense that things were going to be hard. but isn’t that more fun?
with faint knocks on the door you warned whoever was inside that you had arrived, your hands clinging to the strap of your purse as your knuckles turned three shades paler than usual.
no one responded.
you knocked once again, this time louder. you could notice how hard you were trying to hold your breath as a result of how nervous you were but, in your last moments alone, you tried to put yourself together and follow the plan you had already created in your mind: deny everything. even if they weren’t going to buy it, even if the three of you knew already that you had been fucking with the two of them, you needed to test their patience. you needed to push them to their limits because that was the only way you were going to be able to escape their little interrogation session.
however, your plans were immediately screwed up as chan opened the door with a warm smile “I thought you already forgot the way here” he joked as his lips traveled all the way to yours, crashing into a quick but chilling kiss. you licked your lips immediately after chan withdrawn from them, capturing a faint taste of alcohol.
you left your purse on the couch as soon as you walked into the dorms, unsure of what to say or how to start a conversation. “where’s felix?” you asked.
“he ended up going with jeongin to busan” chan replied, walking towards the kitchen and looking right back at you as a way of ordering you to follow him. and you did. “are you hungry?”
“not really” you mumbled, almost as a whisper. with careful steps you followed him through the dining room and into the kitchen where you found the figure of minho standing by the stove making dinner.
"y/n" minho said giving you the coldest gaze you had ever received from him. chan had always been good at concealing his feelings, but minho's facial expressions sold him every damn time: he was angry and he couldn't hide it as good as chan.
"what is this?" you immediatly asked with a defensive tone, walking towards the corner of the kitchen cabinets. you looked at minho who had a faint smirk plastered on his face, and then at chan who was standing right by the door playing with the rings he was wearing.
"what do you mean, princess?" chan inquired with a fake empathetic tone on his voice, almost as if he was enjoying the sight of you being slightly uncomfortable "minho is just making some dinner"
"are you sure you don't want some, y/n?" minho mumbled without even looking at you "you are always so hungry"
"i am fine" you replied, annoyed. you didn't like where this whole thing was going and you were definetly not going to tolerate passive-aggressive attitudes from them.
"how about a drink?" chan asked while walking towards one of the pantries, grabbing a glass to prepare the beverage. you didn't give him an answer but he still poured you some wine, handing you the glass carefully as you gave him a confused look. "try it, it might help you losen up a bit."
you took the glass and drank everything in a matter of seconds, earning a grin from chan who didn't part his gaze from you at any time. "i am fine" you replied to his last comment, pushing the glass on the table further away from you as soon as you emptied it.
your gaze fixed into minho's back and then into chan again, who was still looking at you. you were not afraid, but you were definetly confused and curious as to what was going on behind those perverted minds. "i feel like i'm losing my time here" you complained, crossing your arms.
"we can't even spend quality time with you now?" minho teased, carrying the dish he prepared into the kitchen counter as his cold gaze mocked you "are we only worthy of your time when we are using you?"
a spark of electricity traveled around your body as you found chan smirking at his comment. you expected minho to know that you had been fucking with chan too and visceversa, but it never strucked into your mind that they both knew probably way too much by now.
"what did you told him?" you turned to chan, who had his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned into the door frame.
"just a few details" chan replied, unapologetic "you know, like how we have been fucking for over a year now and how we were supposed to be sexually exclusive. those kind of things"
your gaze diverted to minho who was resting his hands on the kitchen counter as he looked back at you. his dark hair was wet and pushed back as if he had just got out of the shower a few moments ago, leaving his forehead completely clear. he was wearing a black sweater with the sleeves rolled back and good lord, that look of anger in his face made you feel things you weren't supposed to be feeling right now.
"well" you responded, instantly giving up. you had changed your mind, you were not going to deny it. they caught you and you fucked up, so there was no point in trying to prove them wrong. the most important thing here was your job, and as long as you could keep it you didn't really cared about anything else "i guess you were going to find out eventually"
chan let out a soft laugh that almost sounded genuine. "is that really everything you have to say, y/n?" he inquired, approaching you closely "i know you are so much better with words, or have you forgotten how well you do when you are begging for me to ruin you?"
your whole skin got covered in goosebumps at chan's audacity to say something like that in front of no other than his best friend. his best friend who you have also begged to countless times.
"what else do you want me to say?" you inquired, your gaze looking back and forth between the two men standing in front of you "i have been playing with the both of you and i have been caught, so i am guessing the fun is over"
"over?" chan asked, his lips slightly approaching the crook of your neck as his hand guided your chin for you to stare directly at minho.
minho was not happy with the scene and you could tell, just like chan wasn't happy about the fact that someone else had claimed you his. your body squirmed into chan's touch as you felt his teeth gripping and sucking at the sensitive spots on your neck, realizing that he was trying to mark you in any way he could. your head fell slightly back as your eyes closed shut, whining and letting out faint cries every time chan kissed your skin. "i have barely touched her and she is already a whining mess for me" chan mumbled against your neck, a statement that was directed towards minho "isn't that cute?"
"i thought you should've known by now" minho said in a mocking tone, leaving the counter to approach the opposite side of your body. his hand traveled all the way to your chin were chan's fingeres were resting a few seconds ago. minho caressed your lips with his thumb as you slowly opened your eyes "that she is nothing but a needy slut"
chan's lips withdrew from your neck as his digits pushed a strand of hair behind your ear "god, don't tell me you are jealous" you said to minho, a faint chuckle leaving your lips. "that's just too pathetic".
and, as expected from him, your trail of thoughts was interrupted by his hand against your left cheek, earning a painful whine out of you.
"not as pathetic as you are" minho grunted, his right hand traveling all the way to your neck as he pressed the sides of it with his fingers. a strangled cry escaped your lips when you felt his grip on the spots were chan had previously marked you, the mixture of pain and pleasure making your underwear completely damp. "one cock just wasn't enough even for a cumslut like you, was it?"
"you were just too good for me to let you go, minho" you replied with broken words, a twisted smile appearing on your features as minho's hand choked you harder.
“it’s such a shame we can’t say the same about you, princess” chan interrupted as you felt him dragging a pointed object along your right arm “you are so evil, how could you do this to us?” he continued, mocking pain in his words. as soon as you felt his harsh grip on your body taking you away from minho, you knew you were in deep trouble.
the pointed object that was dragging across your arm a few seconds ago was now touring your whole abdomen and chest, your breath hitching any time chan pressed the knife against your bare skin. “you should’ve thought this whole thing twice”
without a warning, chan ripped the first buttons of your dress with the help of the blade. “what kind of woman is willing to ruin a friendship in exchange of a few moments of pleasure?” minho asked, enjoying the scene of how your body trembled any time chan pressed the blade against your exposed breasts. “only a slut like her” chan was quick to answer.
“you are both acting like you didn’t enjoy every second of it” you dared to add, feeling chan’s gaze drilling a hole into your soul as the knife was being dragged along your abdomen “you two fucked me so good that it was impossible for me to cut ties with any of you”
“so greedy” minho mumbled, licking his lips “yet you have the two of us in front of you and you are already shaking in fear” as soon as minho finished that last sentence, chan was done ripping every single button of your dress and leaving you only in your underwear: a pair of laced black lingerie.
“look at her” chan demmanded to minho as his hands removed the ripped dress off of you “isn’t she gorgeous?”
a faint blush appeared on your cheeks as you felt intimidated by the fact that you were almost naked in front of the two men who had permission to ruin you anytime they wanted. “how I wished you were only mine” chan whispered into your ear “why did you have to go and fuck someone else, huh?”
“I guess you didn’t fuck her just right” minho intervened, his left hand guiding your face so his eyes could meet your gaze “did he, kitten?”
chan chuckled under his breath as his eyes traveled from your head to the tip of your toes, admiring your half-naked body. “she kept on begging for me to fuck her even when she was fucking with you” as soon as your eyes turned to chan when he started talking, minho gripped your chin harshly as he demmanded for your gaze to fix on him once again.
“tell him how good I fuck you” the black-haired ordered, his eyes touring around the aroused features on your face “tell him how good this cock fills you up”
“don’t force her to lie, minho” chan intervened with a cocky smirk on his face “I have had her on her knees begging for me to use her body, I guess she does know who owns her”
minho made a grimace of disgust as his fingers traveled to your clothed core that was, painfully, dripping wet. he traced your slit over your panties, a grin appearing on his face as his digits got coated with your own fluids “is this getting you on, kitten?” he teased, the same digits now dancing around your lips and threatening to get inside of your mouth “I mean I knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know how much”
before you could even reply, your tongue instinctively licked your essence from minho’s fingers, earning a soft grunt from the man himself. “see?” minho inquired, his eyes turning to face chan that was standing next to you, both of his hands resting on the kitchen counter. “I told you it wasn’t going to be hard to convince her”
“what?” you asked, now facing chan who was slightly tilting your head towards you. minho’s fingers left your mouth as a string of saliva connected them, making the bulge in his pants twitch painfully due to the sight.
“do you think you can take us both at the same time?” chan mumbled, his tongue slightly poking one of his cheeks. the question was made as a form of degradation, but you immediately understood that he was, actually, asking for your consent.
even though your legs were already shaking in fear, you licked your lips at the question “I can try” you whispered, minho’s grin growing wider.
“god you are so easy” he groaned, pushing you slightly towards chan’s body where your back met his chest “I knew you were dripping wet from the moment you walked into the dorms”
chan attacked your neck once again, whereas minho crashed his lips into yours. the feeling of minho’s bulge on your lower abdomen and chan’s erection on your ass only made you grind harder against the two of them, feeling how you clenched around nothing at the desire of being used and ruined by the two of them at the same time.
“I’m easy?” you mumbled in between kisses, feeling chan’s breath moving around your neck and nape “I haven’t done anything and you two are already fucking hard”
chan’s hand gripped your hair, breaking a kiss between you and minho as your head fell slightly back “watch your fucking mouth” he spitted, his teeth nipping slightly at your earlob.
“here I thought I was about to lose my job” you added with broken words, minho’s hands resting on your face as his lips brushed slightly against yours, teasing you “I didn’t think you two were down to share me”
“don’t be confused kitten” minho intervened, one of his hands cupping your face while chan left faint kisses on your jawline “i would never share you with anyone” you couldn’t see chan but, by minho’s gaze, you could infere that they were both looking at each other. “i am only down to prove that he can’t fuck you like I can”
chan let out a deep chuckle and it almost sent chills down your spine. you knew chan and minho separately, and you dared to say that you even knew chan better because of all the time you had to spend working with him. but tonight, he was almost unrecognizable. the unsettling thought of the both of them being competitive, jealous and possessive only made your core ache. “go on, keep on talking” chan mumbled, his lips getting closer to your ear “at the end of the day she knows who she truly want to get on her knees for”
your whole body trembled at his words and started getting hotter by the second, drops of sweat starting to form on your forehead and nape. the despair of things going painfully slow only made you more frustrated.
“fuck” you cried, feeling your heartbeat on your throat “please”. chan’s body took a step back from you, the feeling of emptiness almost making you curse under your breath. “please what?” he asked, mocking your frustration.
you licked your lips and exhaled deeply, not ready to submit that easy for the two of them. chan watched you in awe at the lack of response, fidgeting with his ring fingers as your gaze fixed on his veiny hands. as soon as chan noticed that you were not going to say a word, he signaled the door of the kitchen “after you”.
it didn’t took you long to find yourself only wearing your panties and on your knees on top of chan’s bed, the two men standing in front of you as if they were witnessing an erotic show “is this what you two had in mind once you found out I was playing with you both?” you asked with a mocking look in your face “god, you both are so needy”
chan licked his lips as he was used to receive a bratty attitude from you in bed every now and then. however, with minho things were different. he loved control, he loved to control every single inch of your body because it belonged to him and putting up a bratty attitude was never something you would bring to the table, specially because he made it extremely easy for you submit. getting such a reaction from you was something fairly new, and he didn’t like it… to say the least.
“do you really want to go there?” minho grunted while he painfully gripped a fistful of your hair, making you hiss as your head was forced to fall back. “trust me, y/n, chan being here is not going to stop me to treat you how you fucking deserve”
minho’s grip on your hair started to dissapear slowly, as his eyes fixed on yours. his hand traveled from your scalp to your cheeks, cuping them. “open” and without any other order or word, you parted your lips slowly for him, slightly sticking your tongue out. you could try and act all bratty, but your body and mind selled you out every time: you were naturally a submissive for him.
he spitted into your mouth as minho watched how part of his own fluids dripped on your chin and onto your breasts “it’s good to know that you are at least following orders” he mumbled before withdrawing of your body, his bulge painfully pulsating at the sight of your face drooling all over the place.
"you know, you should teach her better" minho added, facing chan "or you don't know how to control her properly?"
chan smiled while he licked his bottom lip, watching you and minho in awe "you really think i can't handle her?" he asked as minho shrugged his shoulders. "you should see how cute y/n looks when she is on her knees begging for me to forgive her whenever she fucks up"
your cheeks turned bright red as the older bragged about how much of a submissive you were for him too "isn't that right, princess?" chan asked.
"god" minho chuckled "you get on your knees for almost everyone who promises you a crumble of pleasure". you knew that minho was a degrader, a hardcore one. but tonight his words felt way different because you knew that there was true anger lingering in his speech. "laid on your forearms and open your legs" minho ordered as he got on the bed, placing himself behind you in the same posisition you were. however, his legs went over yours forcing them completely open: if you wanted to close them, you were not going to be able to do so. "all yours" he mumbled once he felt your back completely pressed against his chest.
chan approached your body focusing his gaze on your clothed core, looking how your inner thighs were glistening because of your own fluids "you are really enjoying this" he whispered, laying down as he placed his hands on your hips.
a gasp escaped your lips as you felt chan's cold fingers dancing around your underwear, slightly pushing them to the side to catch a glimpse of the own mess you created . "you know the rules" chan mumbled, smiling at how your body automatically squirmed under minho's arms as soon as you felt his breath against your pussy "if you cum without permission, we stop"
"wouldn't it be more fun if we didn't?" minho asked, as his arms caressed yours, ocasionally touching your abdomen and breasts. "if she cums without permission then the punishment would be an orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until she can't take it anymore"
a mockingly evil smirked appear on chan's face "unlike you, i am not a fucking sadist"
"but you should see how pretty she looks while she begs for me to stop" minho pouted, his fingers stroking your hair.
chan looked at minho and then at you "you know your safeword" he mentioned before his swollen lips made complete contact with your core.
"shit" you cussed under your breath, chan's tongue tracing your slit as he evaded the spot where you needed him the most on purpose "chan"
"mhm?" he hummed against the skin of your inner thigh, making contact everywhere but your clit.
"fuck" you moaned as soon as you felt his tongue slightly brushing against your bundle of nerves, only to whine after the lack of sensation.
"ask him nicely" minho whispered while his hands touched every part of your body "sluts like you don't deserve things that easy"
your eyes instinctively closed as your head fell back on minho's shoulders. chan's lips felt good, but the soft bites and marks he was leaving along your thighs were a bit more painful than usual. because you were focused on the mixture between pleasure and pain, you completely ignored minho's words and it wasn't until you felt him aggresively pulling your hair that you knew you had screwed up. "i said ask him nicely, y/n"
"chan" you whispered, making eye-contact with the man between your legs that was nipping on the skin of your thigh "please"
"please what?" he asked almost immediatly "what do you want, princess?"
a cluster of frustration started to form inside your guts. you loved dirty talking, but only when you were not the one speaking. it made you extremely embarrassed to say the things you truly wanted out loud, and the both of them knew this. needless to say, it didn't stop them.
"please touch me, chan" you whispered, moaning every time minho played with your hardened nipples. "please, please, please touch me"
chan smiled against your thighs as his long fingers toured your skin, finding in a matter of seconds your pulsating clit "do you need me to touch you here princess?" he asked as you quickly nodded. "like this?"
a strangled moan left your lips as soon as you felt his digits touching you and your body unconciously tried to close your legs that had been forced open for a while now, but minho's legs were stronger "don't move" minho ordered.
the whole situation got you extremely worked up in a matter of seconds so, naturally, your whole body was ten times more sensitive than usual. chan's fingers worked on your clit as his tongue licked all your fluids whilst minho kissed your neck and played with your breasts, pinching your hardened buds as his teeth and lips marked any space of skin he could find.
this was probably what paradise felt like.
"look at you" minho cooed "you are such a mess".
you emitted a high-pitched cry when you felt two of chan's fingers inside you as his tongue focused on your clit. as soon as he started to curl up his fingers and brushing that sweet spot that drove you insane, you knew that you were not going to be able to hold your orgasm at all.
"fuck chan" you whined, your hands traveling all the way to your back to hold minho's hair as your hips slightly grinded against the man in between your thighs "i-"
"are you close, kitten?" minho teased "are you really about to cum after barely 3 minutes?"
chan's pace on his finger and tongue went faster after hearing your whimpers as if his only mission was to make you break the rules. "you can't cum yet though" minho grunted on your ear, the vibrations of the sound of his voice traveling through all your body. "and you are not going to break the rules tonight, right?"
your gaze instinctively fixed on chan's eyes that were glued to your body, admiring every single inch of naked skin. the way he looked at you was the last thing you needed for the knot on your stomach to start coming undone "i can't hold it"
"you can't hold it kitten?" minho asked, both of his arms hugging you tighter to hold you in place "no?" he pouted. with tears streaming down your face, you shooked your head desperately. you tried to answer with words but you couldn't even articulate a single sentence. "i bet is hard, isn't it kitten?"
a painful whimper escaped your lips as chan's roughness on your core increased.
"being a filthy slut hungry for pleasure and not being able to cum must be tough" minho growled into your ear "but someone like you doesn't deserve what she is having and yet we are being so good to you"
he knew what he was doing. humiliation and degradation mixed with dirty talk always worked to send you on edge, and the way chan was working on you had you condemned to break the only rule you had agree to. "you are nothing but a fucktoy, you know that kitten?" minho asked.
"yes sir" you moaned, your legs trying desperately to close but minho's body was way stronger than yours. the way minho talked and chan's lips doing wonders on your core was enough to put you on edge. you couldn't even ask for permission because your mind was already too busy trying desperately not to cum but still, you failed. "i am sorry"
those were the last words you were able to put together before your whole body started to tremble agressively on minho's embrace, crying and whining while you reached the highest point of your orgasm. as much as you wanted to close your legs, minho kept them completely spreaded for chan.
"rules are rules kitten" minho whispered into your ear while chan kept eating you out as if nothing had happen. the overstimulation started to become pain in a matter of seconds but it only turned you on even more. knowing that they were the ones causing you pain ignited something inside you that you couldn't understand, but you were determined to take it all.
"you are doing so good" chan praised, his swollen lips leaving your core, his tongue being replaced with his digits that were now rubbing your clit as minho's fingers made their way to fucking your cunt. "but a good slut like you can take more, right?" he asked as his body climbed into the bed, his lips desperately looking for yours to give you a glimpse of your own taste.
"fuck, it hurts" you moaned with broken words, feeling minho's breath close to your ear "it hurts so much"
"and yet it still gets you on" minho groaned into your ear as soon as he felt your juices coating his fingers "don't you just love when i cause you pain, kitten?"
another strangled cry was heard and this one was accompanied by a growl. the pain felt good when you remembered who were the ones inflicting it and that only made you eager to take it even more.
"it feels good" you whispered against chan's lips, feeling how minho's fingers curled inside you as chan's digits rubbed your clit in slow, circular motions "god it feel so fucking good"
you soon started feeling the knot again, but this time it felt way more intense than your first orgasm. the way your toes curled up and the way your nipples were painfully hard only indicated that you were close to approaching your high for the second time in a row and you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how little time it took the both of them to ruin your mind completely.
this time you didn't have to ask for permission or try to hold your orgasm since this was part of your punishment. however, the sensations you were getting were a bit more painful and you couldn't help but cry at the feeling of your incoming orgasm.
"look at her" chan mumbled to minho "it's just her second orgasm and she can't even take it without being a crying mess". minho let out a faint chuckle as his gaze focused on your tears, licking his lips and trying hard to control himself from fucking you dumb completely at that exact moment "she looks so pathetic" minho groaned.
"god minho" you moaned, letting out whimpers every time his fingers touched your sweet spot "please don't stop minho, please"
minho held you tighter as chan kissed your lips, his fingers working sloppily against your clit because of how wet you were. it didn't took you long to reach your second high, crying against chan's lips as soon as you felt your own fluids dripping out of your throbbing cunt. "look at the mess you made on my fingers, y/n" minho mumbled, causing the interruption of the kiss. your gaze fixed on the bed sheets that were soaked with your own juices as well as minho's digits and, in a matter of seconds, minho's wet fingers were aggressively pushed into your lips as you unconsciously sucked on them. he had no other choice but to moan at the sensation of your mouth, his hips involuntarily grinding against you as soon as he saw you drooling on his hand "fuck you look so pretty like this"
before you could say or do anything, you found your eyes glued to chan's naked figure at the edge of the bed. "turn around and get on your knees" he ordered, spitting on his hand to stroke his cock slowly. you did as he asked, removing your soaked panties and tossing them to the side of the bed leaving your dripping core was exposed to his eyes. "i can't believe how wet you are" he growled, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock and dragging your own juices all over his length "does it turn you on? the idea of us using your body as if you were nothing but a mere object?"
you didn't answer to his question with words but, instead, you moved your hips slowly against his cock indicating that you were ready to take him completely. chan scoffed as his hips thrusted deep inside you, causing you to almost scream to the unexpected movement and the accumulated overstimulation you had received preciously. "my pretty princess, you can barely take one cock" chan pouted "do you want to act like a big girl now?"
your whole body was extremely weak but you still managed to keep it on all fours for him, melting at the feeling of his harsh grips against your hips "i am a big girl, chan" you replied.
"really?" he asked with a deeper voice "then why don't you act like one, huh? why don't you take my cock without whining and crying?"
you were almost about to answer his question when you felt minho's grip on your scalp making you face directly at his hardened cock in front of you. "big girls can take two cocks at the same time right?" he mockingly questioned, not giving you even a minute to prepare yourself for the stretch that his cock on your mouth could cause.
as soon as you started to gag, a devilish smile appeared into his face. "aren't you a big girl?" he asked as he pulled you by your hair and taking his cock away from your lips. the way chan was pounding deep inside you and the way minho was abusing your throat had you seeing stars "if you are good enough to be playing around with the two of us, then you are good enough to suck my cock properly while you are getting fucked by him, right kitten?"
with a loud moan you nodded, feeling how good the stretch provided by chan's cock felt inside your cunt "right there daddy" you mumbled against the tip of minho's cock before his hips slammed it inside your mouth once again. you couldn't help but whimper while his cock used your mouth, causing waves of pleasure to travel all over minho's body who was harshly gripping a fistful of your hair as he deep throated you.
"you just came here to wreak havoc" chan grunted while he sloppily pounded deep into you "i know how bad you enjoyed wearing those cute dresses and short skirts to work, i know you loved how much i kept staring at your body every single time you were around". minho withdrew from your mouth as one of your hands started to stroke his cock that was now lubricated with your own saliva "you are always ready to take our cocks, aren't you?" he continued, your moans becoming louder and louder each time his hips met yours.
"yes chan" you cried, your hand losing its rhythm on minho's cock as soon as you felt chan's digits on you clit "you both fuck me so good"
"but who fucks you better, huh kitten?" minho questioned, his eyes focusing on your face completely fucked out. your ruined make up, your messy hair, the way your cheeks and nose were all red because of how roughly he was using your mouth and the sight of saliva all over your lips and chin made his cock twitch under your hand.
"i can't-" you whispered, automatically shaking under chan's touch "you both are good, fuck"
"no one can fuck you like i do" chan grunted while he kept his aggressive pace in your cunt "the way you beg for me to ruin your pretty body betrays you, y/n"
there it was again. the stupid knot threatening to come undone fueled by some dirty talk. "yes chan, you fuck me so good" you pathetically moaned and continue stroking minho's length. "god you both fuck me so good i can't decide"
"if you can't decide" minho hissed, his hands caressing your hair and cheeks "then let us ruin you completely whenever we please". those words and the implicit promise behind them sent you to paradise, immediately making you clench around chan's cock and earning a moan from the man himself. "you would love that, mhm?
"yes sir" you panted, losing your breath every time chan's cock slammed into you "i would love for the both of you to use me"
"you are such a good girl, y/n" chan growled as his cock twitched inside you "if you weren't that good, i wouldn't even think of sharing you with anyone". his pace lost rhythm and, soon, you felt how he pulled his cock out of you slowly "do you want to finish her now?" he asked to minho with a devilish smirk.
minho got up from the position he was and a few seconds later the stretch of your walls appeared again. only that this time, he flipped your body completely so you would be laying on your back. chan exchanged positions with him, and now his cock was the one who was brushing against your lips.
minho's cock felt good inside you, just like chan's. the thought of all your fluids mixed up together only turned you on even more, your nipples hardening as an immediate reaction.
"does it feel good kitten?" minho asked as he felt you clenching around him "tell chan how good it feels to have my cock inside you baby"
with teary eyes you looked up to chan, whose cock was already parting your lips and threatening to abuse your mouth "it feels so good daddy" you whimpered.
"mhm princess?" chan asked, slowly slamming his cock into your warm mouth "does being filled by your two holes feel good?" you nodded eagerly as your loud moans were repressed against chan's cock, your own taste making you clench once again on minho.
one of your hands traveled all the way to your clit as the other one rested on the base of chan's length, rubbing circles against your hardened bud that only made the knot in your stomach tighten up more. "you are being such a good slut for us, y/n" chan moaned, looking at how your needy eyes fixed on him as you continued on sucking him off "why don't you let us use you like the good cumslut you are, mhm?"
minho's movements were starting to lose rythm and you knew that he was getting closer to his orgasm, just like you. for a moment, the pleasure became too overwhelming that you found yourself getting distracted by the feeling only to recieved a sharp slap on your cheek by chan "are you too fucked out already to suck me off properly princess?" he asked, and you shook your head as you continued to take all of his cock knowing that you were definetly more close to your orgasm than you thought.
your mouth left chan's cock for a moment. "i am cuming again" you whined, feeling their eyes glued on you as you started to tremble under their bodies. "god, it feels so fucking good"
"cum all over my cock" minho demanded "show chan how obedient you are, kitten"
and so you did, you came undone on him as loud moans and cries left your lips.
just as you were on the highest point of your orgasm, chan came too. your face, neck and breasts were soon covered by his fluids, listening to the sweet sounds of his moans as he reached his arousal "you are such a good slut for us" chan praised, his breathing completely accelerated.
the sight of your pretty face ruined with cum and tears all over it only made minho lose his senses, so it didn't took him long to cum inside your cunt too, thrusting slowly but deeper to make sure your body capture every single drop of his arousal. after he was done, he took his length out of you as he witnessed the scene of his fluids leaking out of you "you really have earned the title of cumslut tonight, kitten"
you gave him a faint smile as you tried to stabilize your breath, taking into account that your whole body was starting to ache due to the rough session of sex you just had experienced.
however, there was something that still worried you.
chan approached you with a clean towel and some tissues to clean you up, and even then you were grateful for how good he took care of you even after you clearly had disappointed the both of them.
"look" you whispered, looking at how chan approached the trash can to throw the used tissues "i fucked up and i am sorry"
"shhhhh..." minho hissed "let's not do that"
"we are not mad" chan intervened "as long as you want to keep fucking with the both of us, we don't really mind"
"you are just too good for us to resist you, kitten" minho added, his figure standing on the edge of the bed "and you are a big girl, you can keep on satisfying the both of us right?"
the two of them gave you a reassuring look, sighing in relief at the fact that not only you got to keep your job, but you also knew that the fun was far from being over.
"so, are you staying for dinner?"
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skz being horny/needy
☾ Title : skz being horny/needy
☾ Pairing: all members x fem!reader
☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, kind of suggestive
☾ Prompt: request : Hello, could you do SKZ being horny/needy please ?
☾ A/N: first thanks a lot for all the requests, I didn’t add spicy thing to this one (sorry if it’s want you wanted), cause I'm a bit tired so yeah :/ but here is skz showing how they are to their partner when they’re horny/needy, hope you like it don’t forget to give me your feed back guys xox
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Whenever Chan feels needy or horny, he would be even more all over you. Let’s be honest Chris is pretty touchy every time, he needs skinship to survive ! But when he is in the mood, his hands are everywhere, on your thighs, ass, the side of your chest (Let’s all admit we have a thing for his hands). He probably have a « Hot time with Y/N » playlist and turn it on to let you know he wants you.
Kiss your neck a lot, tell all the things he want to do to you in your ear. Not shy really show off a lot that the wants you, now, here and ready. He would look so raw and ethereal, completely shutting the world to concentre on you. ( yes he is my ult bias bye)
Horny minho, is a really a beautiful sight to see, he would look at you as the 8th wonder of the world, but with lust in his eyes, being fully dark. All in subtlety, he would let his hand running on the side of your waist, putting his nose in the crock of your collarbone to smell your perfume, lacing your finger with his and whispering how sexy you look on the spot.
Lighting candles around the house, to create the ambiance. A power cut would create the mood, with the said candles, and blankets. And boom Minho needs you (I mean power cut can create the mood ok). Would just kiss you out of nowhere, trying to show you how needy he is, massaging the small of your back.
The moment you tied your hair in high messy bun (sorry if you have short hair) Bin totally lose it, seeing your neck and imagining where he would put hickeys on it. Changbin also totally have a playlist for this moment, so much smooth r&b, slow and sensual but also some hard beats.
He would deadass tell you to step on his face right there, Changbin doesn’t have patience when it come to you and feeling horny, he needs you and know you do it so why waste time ? Would also be all over you, touch you everywhere, softly bit your neck, teasing you hoping to get a reaction and playfully slap your ass.
Dosent’t control himself when you just look so breath taking next to him and his hormones are acting up. Bitting his bottom lip an extra lot, would 100% tease you, small touch here and there.
Hyunjin being hot and bothered would be a candy to the eyes, his eyes full of lust and a small blush on his cheeks looking even more nice than normal. If the prince when to have you now on this couch, then he can (But consent is the key kids)!
Needs to feel your skin on his, bitting your bottom lips when he kiss you trying to give to the message that he wants you in less than 5 minutes.
This guy is a horny mofo for you ! Let me explain, whatever you do, he is on the verge to beg for you, to touch him, kiss him or just even compliment him.
Run his nails on your skin, and humming, his head on your shoulder. His lips on your jaw and put your legs on his laps. Would ‘innocently’ put your hand near his crotch, like ‘look what you do to me baby’ you drive him crazy even if you just breath, but he does have something for your voice (just saying). The definition of Netflix and Chill is Han Jisung, believe me your never seen the end of your films too busy being underneath him.
His soft and adorable aura, turn dark just as his eyes turn full black.
He wants you to beg for him to love you, touch you, anything, he just want you begging for him. Would wants all your attention, throws your phone on the bed and put you on his laps, moving your hair away from your face to look at how pretty and desirable you are. Makes you feel like the goddess you truly are, creating yet another galaxy of purple love bites on your throat.
Plays with the waist band of the short you are wearing, and would be bitting your earlobe.
Just like Changbin, Seungmin does have patience when it comes to you and your gorgeous body ! Would kiss you out of nowhere, hands straight on your ass and give you the hottest make out session ever.
Cute Seungmin ? Oh he is gone for the time being ! He literally wants to give you the world by pleasuring you.
You in one of his button up, is usually what turn him on, the feeling that you’re his and only his got him so turn on. The light blush on his face making him even more desirable to you, and his hair being a complete mess, cause he’s been running his hands too much in it, trying to get your attention.
When he see you in red lipstick, he is done for ! His hands find a place on your body, and his lips find place on yours, not letting you go. Telling you how much he wants you on the spot, his energy completely change letting you know how frustrate he is in front of you, needing you to touch him, and do something of your magic on him.
Take you by the hips, putting you real close to him to make you feel what you did to him. Him calling you ‘princess’ a lot whenever he is in the mood, his lips red and swollen cause he can not stop himself with you.
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