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idol!minho x nonidol!reader, established relationship.
warnings: breeding kink(!!!), minho calls the reader kitten. a little bit of dacryphilia. overstimulation.
minors dni :)
his room was dark, save from the shadows the moon casted through his curtains. a cacophony of heavy breaths and skin slapping skin filled the heavy air. minho said he needed to go to bed early tonight to prepare for a very busy day preparing for the comeback.
but you had the absolute audacity to be waiting in his room wearing nothing but one of his striped long sleeves, teasing him with the sight of your thighs just barely covered by his comforter. how was he supposed to be any sort of responsible when you looked this delicious?
“shit.” he practically threw the comforter off your sweaty bodies, not caring where it landed. he was back on you immediately, pushing your plush thighs upward to let your legs rest on his shoulders before continuing his descent somehow deeper and deeper into you. you couldn’t help but to cry out for him, gripping the sheets for dear life.
minho often fucked like his life depended on it. like it would be the last time he’d get to feel your warmth or hear you keen his name. like he needed to stamp his name across every section of your body, and you fucking loved it.
there were tears blearing your vision but even in the dark you could see him so clearly. the furrow in his brow, the sheen of sweat covering his face and body. the way his abs constricted with every thrust, how his biceps flexed when he gripped your ass. like a greek god, sculpted from the finest materials known to man, and he was all yours. absolutely whipped for you whether he’d like to admit it or not. the lengths he would go just to see you smile, the effort he put into your relationship even though you naturally couldn’t see each other as often as you’d like due to his profession.
“fuck, i love you so much, min.” you whimpered out, your brain reduced to complete mush by this point. “so fuckin’ good, feels so good.”
“mm, i know, baby.” minho let your legs fall, leaning down to leave his pretty marks over your neck and jawline. his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shiver every single time. “if you keep squeezing my dick this good i might have to marry you.”
he gave you one particularly hard thrust and didn’t move, opting to stay buried deep within you. this time you screamed, back arching off the bed while your nails scraped against his arms.
“nngh…t-too deep..!”
“i wouldn’t stop fucking you, kitten. i’d fill you to the brim every hour of the day, fuck you in every single room of our home.”
you began to whine next, squirming underneath him, trying to pull away to catch a single breath. everything was just too much to handle, he felt so good inside you that it was almost painful. but minho’s strong hands easily kept you right where he wanted you.
“c’mon, pretty, you can take more. i know you can.” he cooed, pressing soft kisses all over your face. your thighs began to tremble, toes curling as your nails dug into the skin of his biceps. “c-can’t…too much—ah!”
somehow his fingers found their way down to your clit, an electric surge crackling through your entire body. it began to move on its own, hips jutting upwards for more. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”
minho drew circles around your clit, watching with adoration as you fell apart around him. “mm, that’s it. that’s my girl,”
“gonna fuck my babies into this pretty cunt.”
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“So, man, what’s your trick?”
I shifted in the net, trying to squint down at the figure below. “My trick?”
“Yeah, your trick. The apocalypse happened, like, four years ago and you’ve gotta be at least eighty.”
“I - beg - your - pardon -“ this net was really well made - “but - I - am - seventy-six.”
“Whatever.”
A contemplative silence followed save for the creaking of the ropes above me. When I got out of this (if I got out, I suppose) I decided, I was taking Rosie’s advice to start carrying a knife in my boot and damn my pride.
The voice piped up again, knocking me back into the present. “Like, do you sell the good shit or know about bones and where they’re supposed to be or are you just real fuckin’ lucky?”
I groaned. “I’m just lucky. What about you? The apocalypse happened five years ago, in actuality, and you squeak like a kid.”
“I’m twenty-one. An’ it’s not my fault the gender clinic waitlist was so long the world ended before I got on it. Typical NHS.“
“My condolences. Are you going to let me down or not?”
“Gimme a sec, just gotta see if you got anything worth stealing.”
I sighed again louder and replied, “Unfortunately, there’s no testosterone. Look, kid, my spine is really beginning to hurt.”
“Well, shoulda thought about that before you tried to grab my bait. Hey, cool! A hat! And it’s yellow!”
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No clue what this is but it wouldn't get out of my head.
Cw: Dew missing his water, being afraid of the water, the lake spoken about like a person, brief mention of eels, brief mention of blood
He sits at the mouth of the lake, dark like a nightmare. Each ripple like a hungry growl reaching for him, the rocks beneath him like teeth ready to sink in and tear and shred.
He wonders if he slid in the way he used to, with confidence in his body, if she'd remember him and welcome him warmly or if she'd go storm cold and violent the second she felt him.
There are days he still feels her screaming for him, the frantic thrumming as she was burned out of his veins, as she was ripped right out of the core of him where she had belonged for so long, part of him, two halves of a whole.
But he'd turned his back on her and let the flames take her place, let himself burn in places he used to be so cool, so peaceful. He let that fire rage and claim places only she had ever seen.
His eyes dance across her deceptively calm surface, knows just underneath she waits with fingers clawed and churning tides, ready to grab hold and twist and turn until he can't tell which ways up and his lungs give their last breath to her.
He thinks maybe it was always meant to be that way. He took his first breath with her, she should also witness his last.
He dreams constantly, the way he'd he'd stay with her for hours, exploring, tasting, loving every hidden inch of her. She felt more like home than anything else ever could, arms meant to be his shelter and he belonged.
Then the dreams went dark and he wakes soaked in sweat and screaming, claws frantically trying to open his gills until blood drips down hot and mocking.
He reaches forward just so his fingertips can touch the wet rocks just at her edge. He shakes, like the eels are just waiting to reach out like shackles ready to pull him down. He drags his fingers over the smooth wet rocks, hoping she can feel that he still knows her, that he still loves her.
He almost says it, he almost speaks the words out loud but he chokes them down when she surges forward just enough to touch him back. He rips his hand back with a cry, eyes wide and tear bright. He loves her, he loves her down from the deepest depths of him but his fear runs even deeper.
He brings his knees up under his chin and he sobs as he watches her retreat again and he wants to chase her, to beg her to wait, to tell her he misses her...that he hasn't felt complete in so long and it hurts.
He loves his fire but sometimes he feels like an imposter, the flames just a mask to hide the insecurities and his crippling fear of being alone. The flames keep him safe, at least thats what he tells himself as they curl through his bloodstream. Water had him soft, sweet, something to be protected and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss that.
He swipes at tears he didn't realize were spilling, his throat burns as he holds back gasping sobs.
"I'm sorry."
Rain finds him there, following the pull on their bond until he lays eyes on him. His fingers hesitantly pressed where the water meets the earth, shoulders trembling under the weight of his grief. This isn't the first time he's found him here and he's sure it won't be the last.
He takes his spot beside him, arm tight around his shoulders, pulling him flush against his side.
"Does she remember me?"
"Yes." He kisses the top of his head, eyes glued to the lake as she watches them, listens to the words Rain whispers to Dew. "She still loves you. There are places she won't even let me go because they are yours. She still guards them. She still guards you."
"I can't ever go back."
"Part of her is always yours Dewdrop, it's still there." Rain knew, he'd felt it in him immediately, called to that little bit of water Dew still possessed. "She's waiting for you."
Dew flinches and hands his head. "To kill me for betraying her."
"To love you." He holds him closer, allows himself to think of a time he will get to swim beside him. "To welcome you home."
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