#skz dream

[what-if-nct]

I had a dream I was hanging a picture up in my room while Nicki Minaj was doing a podcast with two ladies in the corner of my room. She was talking about how her family was keeping her daughter away from her. She has a son so I don't even know what that's about. Then it became a track field and a few idols were being filmed doing activities but there was one side of the track field that was half my room. I didn't really recognize any of the idols except for Bangchan who had his long blonde hair. And he was just the sweetest.

I was suppose to help pick up things and bring water and food, stuff like that. But Bangchan kept asking if I needed to sit, if I was thirsty, if something was too heavy and every time he'd ask he would put his hand on my shoulder. Or if he wanted me to sit he'd put his hand on my waist. Then I asked where's the stuff to make milkshakes and Chan said that milkshakes weren't approved. Then I asked what about a slushie? And he said yeah, that's okay. And asked where was the blender? And he went to get one and we walked into the side of the of the field that was my room.

And I plugged it where I hung my picture and I asked everyone what their favorite drinks were and me and Bangchan left to get them from the grocery store near my old house but we went to Burger King first to get the ice. I just remember us walking with bags and cups of ice in our hands while we talked. In every dream with Bangchan he's always just been helpful and sweet and wanting to help me. Even in one dream Johnny kept stopping him from helping me because Johnny wanted to be the one to help me. He kept pushing Chan away. But I've never had a romantic dream about Bangchan except when I was Felix's girlfriend and Felix said I want you to meet my dad at like a company picnic thing. And he brought me to Bangchan who was super super touchy with me, like didn't want to let me go and he kept trying to get me to eat potato salad made by a nun.

#I love my dream world chan #he makes me feel safe #kpop dream #kpop dreams #stray kids dreams #stray kids dream #skz dream #bangchan #dream bangchan #not nct

[sapphiclinos-moved]

just dreamt that I went to a skz concert with jisung and like a second jisung was also on stage performing and I was leaning on his shoulder to stabilise my phone to take videos of the him on stage and I was like 'goddamn good job' to the jisung I was leaning on whenever stage jisung did something sick

#like they were the same entity at the same time like they werent clones that was Him #i think it was time travel related maybe #but like he would do a dance break on stage and id be like YYOO HOWD U DO THAT @ the one i was leaning on #also he was wearing a leather jacket and was a v good hugger #dreams #skz #han #sapphicminho says things #sapphiclinos dreamt #skz dream #i havent had a skz dream in ages

[andysorbit]

sometimes I'll start reading the most toe curling Jisung smut then suddenly something doesn't feel right and I go to the tags and it's han not park and I just laugh because then it feels like I came home and all the lights were off so I climbed into bed and had sex with someone that I thought was my husband but it was actually the guy who lives next door.

right neighborhood, wrong man.

#kpop smut #nct #nct dream #nct smut #nct dream smut #skz stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #jisung park #andy park #park jisung #andyception #han jisung

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

#🌑 — vivid dreams #🌑 — vividdream.skz #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #skz smut #bang chan x reader

[lilmashae]

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a need for speed 🎀

he hates it — the fact that you participate in these ‘sketchy’ underground races — you could get hurt, you could hurt someone else… what if your car flips over and spontaneously bursts into flames? he’s so dramatic…

but either way he wouldn’t miss one of your shows for the world and according to you, you know just the reward you deserve for not dying — not having your car flip over and burst into flames… and thats this.

this is your favorite part about any race: running up to him after a win and wrapping your arms around him, excitedly squealing and ranting about how amazing it was. ‘yeah, yeah… you still could’ve gotten hurt.’ he sighed under his breath befre returning your embrace and hugging you back. gently, he placed a chaste peck on your cheek. ‘but im proud of you, baby… you did great.’ as he pulls away he glances around before shouting out, ‘my girl won first place!’

he’s still hooping and hollering as you drag him off into the garage. ‘okay! seriously that’s enough, I think i deserve my reward now…’ you laughed, a sly grin dancing along your lips.

‘s-shit! right there…’ you say in the passenger seat of your race car with your legs lazily thrown over your boyfriend’s shoulders. his tongue came around to sloppily lap your clit before his lips latched onto it — two of his fingers drilled themselves deeper into your cunt. your slick and his drool lathered around his digits and pooled into the palm of his hands. the tips of his fingers kissed the spongy spot between your gummy walls with each longing drag. ‘hm…’ he hummed. the sensation forced a gasp to slip past your lips, feeling his mouth on you.

his free hand held your legs open — his fingers harshly dug into the plush flesh of your thigh as you squirmed and writhed beneath him. your boyfriend’s nose softly nudged your clit as he refocused his tongue on your slit — lips gently kissing your entrance after slowly curling his fingers inside of you. the long, slimey slender muscle of his tongue fucked in and out of your clenching cunt.

it was hours until you two stopped. he’d eat you out until your overstimulated and practically fucked braindead… in this case, until someone walks into the garage — another racer. ‘again? can’t you two do this at home?’ in this case… this happens quite often. you lazily smiled, slowing turning to glance at them — ‘couldn’t wait to get my trophy… this is the second best thing.’ you snickered. ‘ah! wait..!’ the moan ripped past your lips feeling your boyfriend nibble at some of your skin — he didn’t like being second place to a piece a metal (even if you were just kidding around).

lee know ♥ jay ♥ sunghoon ♥ changbin ♥ renjun ♥ eunseok ♥ wonbin ♥ sunoo ♥

beep boop , here’s a lazy little something since I’ve had a long day 🩷

#lil-ma-shae #stray kids smut #enhypen smut #nct smut #riize smut #skz smut #enha smut #nct dream smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #riize hard thoughts #riize hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #enha hard thoughts #enha hard hours #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream hard hours #lee know smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #changbin smut #renjun smut #eunseok smut #wonbin smut #sunoo smut

[nonranghaes]

heads up: vent fic

“it’s okay.” chris’s voice is quiet now. you almost don’t hear it over your sniffles. “you can touch me. it’s okay.”

all at once, you break. you step forward and nearly collapse into his arms. yours are wrapped around him immediately and he falls with you to his knees, your legs giving out underneath you as you finally sob into his shoulder. there’s a part of you that’s snarling and wanting to claw out of your skin, to run away and hide, but you don’t. chris’s arms are not a cage, but a warm blanket of comfort to you. his embrace drawing you further into his chest isn’t to muzzle you, but to let you hide in his presence. he is sunlight on a chilly day, a cozy place to nap in the shade, and the guiding moon at night all wrapped into one.

“it’s okay,” he coos, stroking your back as you cry freely. you’re clutching fistfuls of his shirt, as if you’re clinging to him for dear life as you break in his arms. “i’ve got you. you aren’t alone anymore.” he presses the tenderest of kisses just above your ear. “you’re safe.”

and for once, you think you might actually be.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids imagine #skz x you #skz x reader #skz x y/n #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #chris bang x reader #chris bang x you #nonranghaes.skz #i dont feel safe but god cant i dream a little?

[wahgifs]

5 STAR DOME TOUR 2023 [UNVEIL 13] | HYUNJIN ☆

#flashing tw #createskz #bystay #boyidoledit #dancerachasource #stray kids #hyunjin #skz #hwang hyunjin #once again lets not talk about the colouring #lets talk about that first chrome hearts fit #PHEW 😩 #they moved the seoul dates and now its the same weekend i fly back from japan #what if i just run away to seoul??? #a girl can dream

[byuntrash101]

3k celebration - are u a (p☆rn)bot?

no need to check the little certification box. you are a bot! i am a bot! this a simulation. and im celebrating 3k by writing more filthy fanfics inspired by twt p☆rnlinks ♡

🍆THIS POST IS ALSO THE MASTERLIST🍆

ALL SLOTS TAKEN (CLOSED)

RULES :

PICK ONE (1) IDOL (i write for ateez, stray kids, the boyz, nct +wayv)

PICK ONE (1) NUMBER aka spicy link (list below)

WAIT for me to run the matrix calculations and voila

EACH LINK WILL BE USED ONCE. check this post regularly to see what links are still vacant. i'll add the idol + link to the fic one by one

★★★ MINORS DNI | REQUESTS BY ASK ONLY ★★★

disclaimer: this is all for fun. please be kind. i reserve the right to choose the requests i go through with. that being said lets have fun ♡

divider by @cafekitsune

clit stim + mirror [RESERVED]

floor sex + spanking [RESERVED]

face slapping + fingers sucking [RESERVED]

oral (f) + sub!idol [RESERVED]

huge dick + size kink | bangchan - big bad wolf [PUBLISHED]

cnc + rough [RESERVED]

public + oral (m) [RESERVED]

mutual masturbation | yeosang - pretty in pink [PUBLISHED]

fingering + size training [RESERVED]

riding + rough + switch!idol and reader [RESERVED]

oral (f) + semi public (+optional sub!idol) [RESERVED]

daddy kink + panty fuck [RESERVED]

fingering + squirting + quiet [RESERVED]

thigh fucking [RESERVED]

edging + orgasm denial [RESERVED]

cosplay (maid outfit) [RESERVED]

mask kink + outdoor (+optional primal play) | yunho - behind the mask [PUBLISHED]

blowgang + bukkake | yunho, mingi, san, seonghwa - cheerleader [PUBLISHED]

face riding (oral f) [RESERVED]

riding + nipple play (optional sub!idol + mommy kink) [RESERVED]

gamer!bf + oral (m) [RESERVED]

fingering v&a (f) + squirting + kitty slaps [RESERVED]

deepthroating (oral m) [RESERVED]

daddy kink + rough [RESERVED]

gamer!bf + backshots [RESERVED]

handcuffs + backshots [RESERVED]

breath play + free use [RESERVED]

pet play + leash [IN PROGRESS]

brat taming + fingering (f) [RESERVED]

sex worker!reader + hotel room sex + rough [RESERVED]

creampie + overstimulation (m) + sub!idol [RESERVED]

double penetration v&a + toys [RESERVED]

sloppy oral (m) + spit kink [RESERVED]

huge dick + bulge kink [RESERVED]

boobjob [RESERVED]

#3k celebration - are u a bot? #ateez smut #the boyz smut #stray kids smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #hyunjin smut #ateez #stray kids #skz #the boyz #sunwoo smut #san smut #seonghwa smut #bangchan smut #juyeon smut #mark smut #taeyong smut #kpop smut #mingi smut

[noonaracha]

SKZmas HOME with Lee Know🎄🍰☕

#the lee know of my dreams #death by fluffy ears #lee know #stray kids #createskz #linosource #dancerachasource #bystay #userbeepls #usertsu #leenope #userjinnie #userlau #usersa #userlluna #usermoonjuice #usersun #skz #mine #he's MINE #shu porang porang linos

[luvyeni]

luvyeni's masterlist pt. 4 🤍...

F- fluff A- angst M- smut S- suggestive 💬- text/smau

recent work: he said he likes crazy girls

upcoming: sex fashion and guitars ( jaemin smau )

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bangchan

secret relationship [M][💬]

things he says during sex [M]

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lee know

everyday text with lee know and jisung [💬]

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changbin

friends with benefits [M][💬]

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hyunjin

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on camera — 1.4k [M]

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han jisung

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felix

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seungmin

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jeongin

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♡ ... HARD HOURS !

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jungwon

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10 days to fall in love [💬][M][F][A]

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ni-ki

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mark

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renjun

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sohee

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anton

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my favorite binnie looks (208/∞)

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[what-if-nct]

I had a dream my uncle was cleaning the house and he had to cleanse it because Meg Ryan was growling in the attic. But he made Stray kids leave while I was gone cause I kept them in my room. I was freaking out and my uncle told me I couldn't keep a bunch of boys in my room. And I said I just bought them a bed. So I went to my room to call them. When Hyunjin knocked on my window. The window blinds were outside the window. And he had crawled under them. And he looked so sad with his hands pressed against the screen. He said "I'm sorry. I didn't want to leave please let me back in" then pressed his lips against the window screen. I pressed my hands against his and as I was going to press my lips against his. I hear footsteps. And I told Hyunjin to wait for me and I gathered my things.

#were they like my pets? maybe #stray kids dream #hyunjin #hyunjin dream #skz dream #skz #stray kids #dream hyunjin #dreams

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Kinktober - 2023

a/n: i'll be gradually updating as the fics get uploaded. i'm not the best writer, but i had fun participating despite the lack of creativity and motivation. i do have a busy schedule, so if i'm late - i apologize in advance... also, some fics may be shorter than others.

Week 1: ATEEZ

Day 1 - Virginity Loss

Day 2 - Pet Play

Day 3 - Mommy Kink

Day 4 - Free Use

Day 5 - Hand Kink

Day 6 - Public Sex

Day 7 - Breeding Kink

Week 2: Stray Kids

Day 8 - Voyeurism

Day 9 - Body Worship

Day 10 - Getting Caught

Day 11 - Sensory Deprivation

Day 12 - Masochism

Day 13 - Electrostimulation

Day 14 - Threesome

Week 3: NCT Dream

Day 15 - Mirror Sex

Day 16 - Anal

Day 17 - Sadism

Day 18 - Roleplay

Day 19 - Size Kink

Day 20 - Edging

Day 21 - Impact Play

Week 4: NCT 127

Day 22 - Daddy Kink

Day 23 - Dacryphilia

Day 24 - Period Sex

Day 25 - Toys

Day 26 - Cunnilingus

Day 27 - Thigh Fucking

Day 28 - Cockwarming

Week 5: TOMORROW × TOGETHER

Day 29 - Somnophilia

Day 30 - Bondage

Day 31 - Mutual Masturbation

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[planetdream]

STRANGE DREAMS !

CHARACTERS ! incubus/demon!hyunjin, reader

GENRE ! horror, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 7.8k [more or less]

SYNOPSIS ! sometimes, you meet a strange man in your dreams. this is one of those times.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! edible-fueled writing. horror [gore—body horror: descriptions of blood and mutilated bodies. frightening figures and situations. description of drowning. nightmares and sleep paralysis. demons, and thus], references to biblical lore [christianity] and small references to milton's paradise lost [if you squint], and smut [dubcon—sexual manipulation and sex pollen, sorta. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possession/corruption. vaginal and anal sex. pussy and face slapping. teasing. fingering. spit. squirting. face fucking. degradation. strength kink sorta. sex with a demon—in demon form. monster cock. lots of cum]

⚠️ if you’re sensitive to gore, be advised before reading. i tried to be tame and brief with descriptions, and although i consider it to be light gore, i understand everyone has their limits. so proceed with caution.

💌 posting this earlier than originally planned cuz why not!! got the idea for this fic a year ago after an edible. it’s very weird n self indulgent but i’m glad i finally finished it !! i hope someone enjoys it <3 i always appreciate feedback !!

You’re certain that it’s the sky you’re gazing into—though, you’re unsure because your vision is unclear, a milky haze clouding your pupils—but the longer you look at it, the more it spins and distorts, bringing on nausea that rises in waves from the pit of your stomach to the top of your head. The nausea brings on a discomfort; dryness in your mouth and a straining in your eyes, and because of that, you’re left with no choice but to close your eyes and let your other senses take over. Darkness surrounds you, and it feels like you have risen into the sky, despite grass being beneath you, and it’s soft, comfortable; almost like you could sink deeper into it before reaching the hard, frigid dirt. You grab the blades of grass with a tight fist, tugging on it, but still unwilling to pull it out as if you would cause harm. Then, the grass all around you becomes apparent—alive—moving against your skin in a response back to you. It tickles all over, building the realization that you lay naked in the grass, though unwilling to get up or cover yourself; lost within the pure contentment of the situation. 

There is a wave that sways over you—hot, heavy, and harsh, yet not too overbearing in its nature. You don’t know why, but there’s a sense of familiarity about when you are. It’s as if you’ve been here before, a distant memory that both chills and warms you. 

Along with the burbling sound of water pouring into itself, the smell of water whisks in the cool breeze—slightly sweet, green and alluring; whistling your name, calling out for you to come over. The whispering is intriguing, full of temptation but slightly melancholic; no words need be said, yet you understand the language of the waters. The whispers are loud, blaring; not in the sense of volume, but by how jarring it is—unlike anything you’ve heard and yet, it’s something you feel so acquainted with, like a long-time friend. The water cries, begging for you to bathe within it or drink from it and promises a sweet taste that could be comparable to honey and lemons. 

When you open your eyes again, everything is clear. The plants around you are breathing, communicating through the whistles of the wind; and just like the water, the plants cry out as well. Though, the cries of the flowers and trees are far different from the cries of the water. The cries of the water nearby sing a great harmony of promise and belief, whereas, the cries of the many trees screech of terror and agitation. They warn of what horrors can be witnessed here, of what great dangers are lurking within them. A sweet song of catastrophe. The flowers, however,—with captivating colors unlike anything you’ve ever seen, yet familiar; like the names of them are on the tip of your tongue, begging to be acknowledged and praised—cry differently. It’s a murmur most comparable to the feeling of silk against your hands, but also the feeling of goosebumps after a close encounter with something you shouldn’t have crossed paths with. A comfortable discomfort. 

You look around, fully taking in the picture of what presents itself around you. There are butterflies varying in size and species—they sing as well, something similar to a war cry; morbid and haunting, though still beautiful and in great faith. Dragonflies buzz around, securing their place and status within the area. So much life here—at peace in this paradise. There’s some kind of haze or mist in the air, silent and still, tranquil. The sun is bright, blazing hot and practically piercing, yet despite the warmth, the air is slightly cool. The sight of your surroundings further cements your previous feelings of familiarity. Yet it also uncovers sheer discomfort. Yes, the area is familiar, but there’s something unsettling and distinctly different about it. A discomfort layering in the air, horribly beautiful and homely, but pandemonium is lurking, lurched and hidden within the shadows of this seeming paradise. 

You roll over in the grass—laying on your stomach and lifting your head to see beyond what you could before. Not too far from your current position is a waterfall, continuing its whispers. The spring below is surrounded by unusual pink flowers and huge rocks covered in thick, green and yellow moss. Before you can process it, you’re on your feet and moving towards the spring. Once there, you kneel, gazing at your reflection in the waters. It’s almost too much to process but it’s you. It is you and yet it’s like the face you wear does not belong to you. Uncanny and off putting. 

Movement. On your left, deep in the periphery of the spring. Your eyes shift, tracking whatever chooses to present itself. A swan. Elegant and pristine. It cranes its neck, beak pointing towards you in acknowledgment. You make full eye contact, and a chill runs up your spine causing your hair to stand on edge. An inflamed feeling of danger sparks within you, and before you have time to fight or run as far away as possible—“There you are!” 

The voice comes from your right, but when you look in that direction, there’s nothing there.  “So this is where you ran off to.”

The physical energy of the presence behind you is familiar, but strikingly overwhelming—it crawls up your skin like sharp nails, giving you goosebumps—you don’t need to turn around to recognize it. It’s Him. You’re unsure of what he is, exactly, but sometimes you meet him in your dreams. Though deep down you know that his existence and connection to you reaches well beyond the odd worlds of your dream realm. When he touches you, your surroundings change. The waterfall that you were once at is yards away, tiny in perspective. Despite having not moved an inch, it seems that every time you blink, you’re further and further into the woods; trees surrounding you and most certain to bury any noises emitted within their leaves.

The rustling of the tree leaves sounds like a screech, almost like sharp nails against a chalkboard—sinking deep and clashing, scraping out the porcelain enamel. The sound alone affects your brain, echoing in your mind, blaring enough to make you hold your hand against your head. The sound stops once he presses his hand against your cheek—so cold it feels like burning fire, almost scalding enough to melt off your skin; but you do not flinch, nor do you back away, frozen in place. The feeling of his skin against yours evokes an emotional aching so deep, you can feel it festering in the pit of your stomach, spreading to your organs and seeping into your veins—and somehow there is comfort in that. 

He’s speaking, and while you’re unable to make out the words he is saying, you can tell that his voice is soft, pillowy like a cloud. Honey-laced words dipping from his tongue as if he’s trying to convince or ask something of you. You avert your gaze, unsure of if you actually want to meet his eyes. 

His presence scares you just as much as it calms you. Intriguing, and homely but also frightening and domineering despite simply just standing there. Something about his demeanor feels off, or distorted, at the very least, as if he’s not actually in front of you. As if he was a result of your imagination instead of directly in your eyes view. He’s real, a hand against your skin, almost close enough for you to feel his breath lightly against your skin; and at the very least, he knows you. You know him, too, you think; of course, you’ve seen him in your dreams, but you’re inclined to believe you know him from somewhere else. 

“Where are we?” You ask him, avoiding eye contact, shaking away from the contact his hand makes with you. Jarringly, it doesn’t feel like you said anything at all. Your mouth was moving and the words presented themselves in your mind and yet you can’t hear a single thing you’re saying. The familiar fire within your throat when you speak is no longer there. 

“The Garden. It’s perfect here, isn’t it?” He gives you a small smile, seemingly understanding your indistinct confusion. Then, as he speaks up again, his voice drips with something resembling woe. “You and I used to live here a long time ago. I visit every so often, dip my legs into that spring back there, and then I reminisce on how pure life was back then before…” 

You think he’s talking again, but once again, you’re unable to hear him. You’re too busy lost in his face. The urge to press your lips against his gets stronger as you’re next to him. Then you realize he’s naked as well, and your entire body gets warmer. There’s a budding ache inside you that’s all too familiar, growing at a rapid pace. It’s almost like your body is on fire as a result of being within his presence. Hormones floating, hair standing on edge, your more sensual and raw instincts ready to unveil and latch onto him at any time. Head hurting the longer you’re in his presence until it all just stops. 

Everything stops. The trees are no longer rustling, birds no longer humming. There’s no splashing of the waterfall nor whistling in the wind. Just pure silence. The silence is uncomfortable, and causes you to stand still in your tracks like a deer, scared that if you make any sudden moves a predator might attack within the blink of an eye; jumping on you and tearing you apart in a bloody mess of flesh and organs flying everywhere, painting the fallen deep green leaves a perfect contrast of crimson. 

“Run,” He says. There’s nothing in his voice; no emotion nor a slight hint at what he’s thinking. But the word echoes in your mind, and sends a chill down your spine, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on edge in either curiosity or total blood curdling fear. 

“What do you mean?”

“You need to run,” His voice drops lower. “And don’t get caught.”

So you turn your heels and you run, not willing to ask him twice. Unsure of the direction you’re going in, but the further you seem to travel, the more that discomfort begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. You pick up the pace—one foot in front of the other, careful not to trip over yourself—but a small part of you isn’t sure if the danger that you’re sensing is real or just a part of a sick and twisted game. Instead of running away from the source of your terror, it seems as though you’re running towards it, no matter the direction you run. Twigs and leaves snapping and crunching beneath your feet, but it causes you no pain. In fact, the only thing you can feel in the moment is the thumping of your heart and every single milliliter of blood marching through your vessels.

You admittedly don’t make it too far before you’re cowering, ducking against a large tree. Heart racing with such speed that you’re almost positive it would break free of your ribcage, piercing its way out of your chest. The tree, however, as quickly as you found it, is no longer a place of solace, as you hear a long, loud, and deep growl to your left. The deep guttural sound echoing, slicing through the trees like machetes. You’ve got to move, but you fear that if you do, whatever it is that made that sound, might attack, ripping you to shreds before you’ve even got a chance to exhale. There’s a roar once again, this time uncomfortably closer to your hiding place. You stand still, and the surrounding area of the forest is suddenly extremely silent. No rustle of leaves or echoes of birds, but a loud silence accompanied by a buzzing noise; like a horde of flies marching their way towards you. 

“Hyunjin,” You call out. The name slips from your mouth with ease, as if you’ve been calling him by that name all along. In the blink of an eye, just as you exhale his name, your surroundings change; suddenly submerged in water. 

You emerge from the cold water, barely having time to register your surroundings before you’re being forced back into the water; claw-like hands scraping into your scalp, sharp and heavy against your skull. It’s hard to make your way above the water because of the forceful weight and before you know it, attempting to hold your breath is useless due to the water infiltrating your lungs. You’re flailing and thrashing around, arms lifting—hands curling into a claws, attempting to grab onto something, only to slash through the water—and legs kicking mindlessly, trying to escape what is uncertain; heart rate accelerating as panic fully sets in. This seems to go on for nearly fifteen minutes, being edged by death over and over; blacking out then awakening time and time again. Vision blocked by the salty darkness of the water, ensuring to agitate you with fright, unsure of when it’s all going to end.

Abruptly, you’re dragged upwards by your hair, back falling harshly against rock, helping you cough up the water in your throat. It feels like it takes minutes for you to learn how to breathe again, attempting to do that and calm down enough to assess your surroundings. You’re coughing so much you think you might cough up an intestine, throat burning with each assault, chest sinking and expanding and then sinking again. It takes many moments of coming back to yourself that you notice that there is no rough hand against your scalp. Alarmed, moving around frantically, backing up toward the closest stone wall. Scanning the area, there’s no human nor animal, nor creature of any nature in sight. Not even a single insect. Not even Hyunjin.

You lean over, though not too far in case history repeats itself, to peer into the water; there isn’t even a single fish, as far as you can tell, the waters quickly descending into a vast, black pit of the unknown. Overhead, the sky that was once shining brightly now dimming rather quickly, accompanied by dark, angry clouds. The winds pick up, swirling atop of the trees, emitting a drawn out whistle comparable to wind chimes; of which you can surprisingly hear over splashing and sputtering of the nearby waterfall. Large roars of thunder stomping in, but no lightning accompanies it. You begin to curl into yourself, attempting to shield yourself from whatever is out there, nature or otherwise.

You close your eyes for five simple seconds, and when you open them, Hyunjin is right next to you. He doesn’t notice you’re awake at first until you shift, catching his attention. He turns to you and you avert your eyes from him. He’s talking but it’s all inaudible, unimportant. Something about his presence in this moment is unsettling. Slightly off from the initially odd behavior he’d be exhibiting. You just nod to his words. “Found you like this about an hour ago. You shook so hard until you stopped and fell asleep.” 

Hyunjin holds out a hand for you, which you’re hesitant to grab, but the next thing you know, you’re standing slowly; legs shaking as you attempt to regain strength. You hold onto his arm for extra support, slightly struggling in your steps as he leads you, hand in hand, towards a small cave hidden behind the pour of the waterfall. It’s hardly a hike, but Hyunjin makes sure you get to the other size carefully. “The rocks are slippery. You’ve had a few accidents here before.”

A lot of Hyunjin’s words are vague. Referrals to past events involving the two of you, all of which you cannot remember. There’s a feeling that you’ve been here before, but you’re unable to prove it, or make those connections other than your gut feeling and Hyunjin’s comments. 

You’re hesitant to walk into the cave, the inside being pitch black. Hyunjin walks in before you, completely fearless, as if there is no potential danger. At the snap of a finger, there’s suddenly a fire going on within the cave. From you place you can see how the fire illuminates Hyunjin’s figure just a bit, and as you walk closer—finding a bit more comfort now that you can see, and because you know Hyunjin is there waiting for you, willing to guide you into and protect you from the unknown—you admire how the flames of the fire accentuates Hyunjin’s facial features. He was made by God, sculpted from the finest clay and molded into an individual with otherworldly beauty. Hyunjin holds a torch-like stick, fire blazing at the tip of it, used as momentary safety. “I know somewhere we can go.”

He then points into the deep darkness of the cave. You don’t want to go deeper into the cave. Right where you stand is just fine, and most importantly, it’s safe. Hyunjin reads the hesitant look that’s displayed on your face, but he urges you. “You’ve got me, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” 

And his smile, as beautiful and perfect as it is, seemed crooked, faked for just a moment. He holds out his hand, and without even thinking about it, you take his hand in yours as if you had no choice despite the unease boiling inside of you. His smile curves up again and he turns his head, now guiding you down the cold, dark cave. 

The entire time you’re walking, there’s nothing. Hyunjin doesn’t speak and neither do you. The walls on either side all appear the same, dirt colored and oddly smooth, with not even a small crater to make a difference. No matter how long you walk, nor how far, the dark pit continues into nothingness, an upsetting kind of emptiness. Despite Hyunjin being next to you, despite holding his hand, he’s like a stone wall. He makes no effort to speak, nor to even acknowledge you in the slightest despite leading you somewhere, it’s like you’re nothing but a mere bug, nothing to stress about or keep entertained. You feel nothing but loneliness at the pit of your stomach; the only things keeping you company are the thumping of your feet against the ground and the flickering of the flame Hyunjin holds. 

It’s a long time of walking before you realize that this cave is actually a tunnel. The tiny white dot of light grows bigger and bigger with every step taken. It feels like forever until you and Hyunjin reach the end of the tunnel. When you do, you’re happy to see light again. The sky now bright and blue, prohibiting any angry clouds of heavy rain. Air fresh and inviting, free of any worry and apprehension. Whatever doubts or dreadful feelings once felt before are now completely an afterthought. 

“C’mon let’s go.” Hyunjin discards the torch, dragging you with him by your hand, grip tight against you. 

He leads you over to a flower field where flowers ranging in color, size, and species reside. The field is colorful, bright and happy, like a source of glee. Inviting you over by whisper—maybe it’s a honey-filled hum—so sweet and kind. The deeper you walk into the flower field, you notice how enticing the air smells—sweet like a pastry, yet fresh like petrichor. The longer you and Hyunjin walk, hand and hand, the more at ease and loose you feel, almost drunk, mouth welling up with excess saliva. The two of you eventually reach a point to rest, laying on the grass, no words exchanged between you two. Simply just basking in the sun, deeply breathing in the fragrance of the nature that surrounds you. 

There’s a passage of time before you start to feel it; an itch that’s tempting you to scratch; a sudden burst in fire. A fire that begins at the pit of your stomach and continues to your core, flaring; spreading further throughout your body in static-like jolts. Your breaths change from relaxed and soft, quiet, to heavy and noticeable; and suddenly the atmosphere feels hotter, small beads of sweat collecting against your forehead. You shift, rubbing your thighs in effort to satiate your sudden cravings, wanting to grind your hips up in search of friction. Growing more desperate and needy by the second. 

This is when you look towards Hyunjin, rolling onto your stomach, head resting in your hands as you gaze up at his sitting form; and you actually notice him. You notice his nakedness, every single inch of him on display. He’s like a god, with his honey-like skin that glows and glistens in the sunlight. Toned and defined arm and thigh muscles that flex with nearly every movement he makes. He was meant to be admired, made to be worshiped—having men and women alike kneeling at his feet and imploring him to fuck and defile them. If only you knew how much he agrees. These thoughts almost embarrass you, yet they feel so natural. And your eyes drip lower to admire Hyunjin’s more intimate parts. Cock hanging low, thick, and you’re not too sure if he’s hard or not but he’s big. Mouth watering as you admire his dick: the natural curve to it, how there’s three thick, prominent veins that disperse along his shaft (at least from what you can see at this angle) that are pulsing, just begging for your tongue to roll over them. 

You’re pulled away from your fantasy when Hyunjin clears his throat. With an eyebrow raised and a glimmer in his eye, he gives a small smile to you, softly, “You need something from me?”

“Maybe,” You wink at him. You sit up to face him, hand making contact with his knee, fingertips trailing up and down his thigh in a teasing matter. You get a little closer to him, skin against skin, eyes fixated on his cock as your fingertips dance against his inner thigh.

That’s when Hyunjin kisses you, lips soft and plump; and when he presses them against your lips you feel like you're in heaven. At first, your lips barely touch, meeting in small pecks, sweet kisses that eventually deepen into something desperate. The kisses are open mouthed, wet and sloppy, Hyunjin’s tongue makes its way into your mouth naturally, exploring inside of you. The kiss only breaks a few times; when you place your hands flat against Hyunjin’s chest, pushing away slightly just to get air. Each time the kiss breaks, Hyunjin smiles with a small chuckle, licking his lips before leaning in again, forehead pressed to yours. 

You break the kiss once more, now focusing more on Hyunjin’s cock. Spitting onto your hand and wrapping it around his shaft, squeezing lightly. Tight fist working up and down Hyunjin’s length, biting your lip when you feel him twitch within your hand. He bites his lip, holding back a moan. Hyunjin stops you before you get too deep into it, instead choosing to take the lead. 

Hyunjin plants another kiss to your lips before kissing down your neck, trying his best to take his time to really savor you, but he soon grows impatient. Pushing you down flat against the grass. Quick, wet kisses in several places down your body before he plants one last kiss right above where he really wants to be. There, he wastes no time getting to work, tongue slithering out almost snake-like to lick against your cunt. He really takes in the first taste of his meal, wetness sitting against his tongue, practically melting in his mouth, he moans. He dives in once again, lips and tongue against your cunt, licking and sucking and moaning; fully savoring you. 

“Taste so fucking good,” He breathes once to come up for air, not that he actually needs it. Continuing to lap at your cunt, lips kissing and sucking at your clit, moaning into your heat. Hands coming to your thighs to grip, fingernails piercing, spreading you open wider for him. 

You grind against his face, hands instinctively going to his hair, fingers tangling within it and pulling with eagerness. Hyunjin groans into you at the slight sting of you pulling at his hair. Tongue not letting up against your clit, following your cunt with every movement you make, not letting you get a break from the feeling of him against you. His mouth domes around your clit, sucking you in, teeth lightly grazing against your bud, momentarily making your back arch. Mid arch, Hyunjin slips two fingers into you. Slight sting as he stretches you out, long digits buried to the knuckles inside of you upon initial thrust. 

Soon planting open mouthed kisses against your cunt, fingers working their way in and out of you at an obnoxious pace, curling naturally. Between Hyunjin’s tongue and fingers, in combination with his lips planting kisses against your cunt in between sloppy licks, it’s all too overwhelming. Cunt clenching around his fingers, pulling them in to beg for more, which Hyunjin promptly gives. Fingers fucking into you faster, his other palm pressing down directly against your pelvis. 

It’s all too much, but you don’t want it to stop. The feeling of your impending orgasm has you shaking, practically vibrating, unable to brace yourself for it. Tears pooling down the side of your face as you moan out for him. The tips of his fingers repeatedly hit the soft, gushy spot deep inside of you, biting his lip as he watches your face contort. Body stiffening within his hold, unallowed to thrash around, only able to take what he’s giving you. Though unable to completely relax into it, fighting off the feeling of eventual bliss. 

Hyunjin lets out a breathy moan at your defiance. Thumb massaging your clit, slowly but surely dragging you further off the edge. Hyunjin finally gets you to relax into his touch, into the feeling of temptation fully engulfing your soul. That’s when it takes over. Your vision blurs, almost going black, mouth agape as you let out cracked moans. Chest getting hot, tightening as you cum, releasing all stress and tension, absolutely melting into this state that makes you feel like you’re floating. Yet your body is only laid out in the grass, legs spread wide for him, as your cunt spills all over his fingers, wetness squirting all over Hyunjin’s forearm and thighs. Tongue desperately trying to lap up whatever he can as his fingers slip away from your cunt. The palm of his hand coming down against your sore cunt once, making you moan out and close your thighs, back arching, pain stinging in the best possible way that leaves you aching for more. Not fully satisfied. 

Hyunjin is kneeling over you now, a large hand around his cock. Angry red tip all pretty and glossed with precum that dares to fall onto your skin like delicious raindrops. His cock twitches in his hand, blood rushing, pulsing in the veins that decorate his shaft. It all just makes you think about finally having his cock in you. The burning of the stretch, the feel of him reaching places that haven’t been accessed before, not to mention the feeling of his warm cum filling you up, ounce by ounce. 

When Hyunjin pushes into you, you nearly lose your breath, caught in a long inhale. He’s nice enough to push into you slowly, but it’s only because he wants to savor the feeling (though, Hyunjin fully intends to use you however he wants for as long as he pleases). His cock is thick, stretches you beyond anything you’ve experienced before; though instead of being painful, your body is laced, wrapped in pleasure, and the sensation of thrill rushes through your veins. You spread your legs further apart, welcoming more of Hyunijn, hoping that he pushes into you deeper; overcome with desire and want. 

“So fucking wet,” Hyunjin pins his cock deeper into you, pulling out quickly, teasingly. “Need more of me?”

You nod frantically, bottom lip slipping away from the clutches of your teeth. When you look up at Hyunjin, his eyes are fixated on your cunt. Tongue peeking out of his mouth, swirling over his bottom lip, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and into his eyebrow. He’s concentrated, breathing so heavily that he almost begins emitting an inhumane growl, but he dials it back quickly. Instead of pushing all of his length inside of you, Hyunjin pulls out completely, tapping the head of his dick against your cunt, sliding his cock from left to right against your clit. You watch as he does this, listening to the pornographic sound of your wetness, cunt clenching around nothing, just begging to finally be filled. 

“Please…” You find yourself begging. Eyebrows strung together as you rock your hips up and down, trying to catch Hyunjin’s cock only for him to move away, preventing you from chasing your pleasure. His hand comes down harsh against your cunt in succession, serving as a warning. 

“So cockhungry, can’t you be patient?” Hyunjin continues his tease, repeated light slaps against your cunt with his dick. His cock is replaced by his hand, two fingers dragging down from your clit to your slit, thrusting them into you quickly. Two fingers are replaced by three, and three, by four. He moves quickly, tips of his fingers curled and hitting exactly where you need them. He fucks your moans out of you, reveling in the way that your cries spill out just like the wetness of your cunt, and he’s barely doing anything but fingering you. And you’re this fucked up, melting into his fingers, giving him nearly everything he wants. “Always so pathetic and slutty.”

Agreements slip from your mouth, just in hopes that he’ll give you what you need if you’re good for him. Hyunjin just laughs at you, you’re certainly the cutest plaything he’s had—he knows he’s got to take his time with you. Almost wanting to slip his thumb inside of you as well, Hyunjin decides against it, continuing to fuck you with four of his fingers, still unrelenting in his pace. You, however, are lost for words; taking every ounce of what Hyunjin is giving you. A burning sensation rising in the pit of your stomach, hips rising from the ground, but Hyunjin never stops. Even when you’re leaking all over him, thighs shaking and threatening to close around his arm, he doesn’t stop fucking his fingers into you; not until he’s sure he’s got every ounce from you. Cum dripping down his arm as he takes and takes from you, forcing you to squirt all over him and yourself once again. Sliding his fingers out of you with yet another slap against your cunt.

His hand is around his cock again—wet with your cum, smearing it all over his cock—squeezing at its base as he brings his tip to your entrance. But he teases again, merely slapping his cock against your cunt. You arch into him, grinding your hips against his cock but Hyunjin makes no notice of you and your antics. Eventually getting bored, pulling his cock away from you. 

“Kneel,” He speaks curtly, standing. However, you do not move fast enough for his liking. “Don’t make me have to do it for you.” 

He does anyway. Grabbing you by the hair, dragging you up and forcing you onto your knees, skin grinding into the grass, sure to have bruises on them. Hyunjin’s hand stays in your hair, tugging as his free hand wraps around his cock. He yanks your head to the side, proceeding to slap his cock against your cheek, precum oozing from the tip. 

“Open.” He says, and you promptly follow his instructions. “Looks like I’ve got a smart one.” 

Hyunjin spits into your mouth, globs of saliva coating your tongue. His cock closely follows, dipping the tip in and out of your mouth quickly. He shifts, though, choosing to slide his entire length into your mouth, lips closing around him; but Hyunjin doesn’t allow it. Cock sliding out of your mouth, resulting in Hyunjin slapping you on the cheek with it again; saliva and cum sticking to your cheek. “Keep your mouth open wide.”

You adjust for him, just wanting to be able to take him and satisfy his cravings. He slides his cock back into your mouth, fully, giving minimum time to adjust to neither his speed nor his size. Mouth stretched to capacity, jaws aching and burning but Hyunjin is completely relishing in all the gagging and choking you do. You’re getting dizzier the longer his dick is in your mouth, tip kissing, nearly ramming, the back of your throat due to Hyunjin’s pacing. You feel like you’re on fire but yet you’re still able to relax into it. It isn’t long before you start moaning around his cock, absentmindedly rocking your hips back and forth whenever you taste a hint of the salty sweet substance. Hyunjin then pulls out, saliva spilling all over your chin and connecting in tiny stings to his cock. Smacking your cheek with his cock another three times, erupting in a full belly laugh, smiling at the way you’re just a completed fucked out mess, barely registering a thing he’s doing or saying to you. 

“Look at that,” Hyunjin releases you from his clutches. He pushes you back by your shoulder, making you catch yourself from falling back with the palms of your hands. When you look down, you’re completely soaked, wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the ground, pooling messily onto a leaf, spilling off of its edges and soaking into the dirt beneath it. “Fucking filthy little mess you’ve made. Cunt just begging to be fucked, huh?” 

The question is rhetorical but you still nod; even going as far as to whine a little bit, hips moving seemingly without your control. Hyunjin takes pleasure in this small action, kneeling down to your level. He licks his fingers, noting that he doesn’t need to at all, and swipes them over your clit, one, two times before his ring and middle finger are sliding into your cunt. Fingertips meeting the exact place you need them each time he slides them into you. You’re clenching around his fingers now, and Hyunjin licks his lips, pulling away from you.

“Turn around.” You obey, turning on your hands and knees, swinging your ass in the air. He continues with his teasing, and at this point you’re nearly sobbing, wondering if he’ll ever actually give you what you want. Pathetic chants and whines spilling from your mouth as you push your ass against Hyunjin, unable to control yourself; thinking with your cunt instead of your brain. 

Hyunjin spits down onto you, and you can feel the glob of spit slide down from your asshole to your cunt, tickling its way down your clit. Hyunjin, though, slides the head of his cock from your clit, upwards, collecting his spit and your wetness in the process. He teases the tip at the rim of your tight hole, teasing at it. But when you push your ass towards Hyunjin, he pulls away, tsk-ing in the process. 

“Silly little play thing,” Hyunjin gives a cold, almost threatening laugh. “I think I need to teach you a lesson on patience, hm?” 

The threat has you pleading with him, repeated apologies dancing off your tongue, ultimately not acknowledged. Hyunjin loves to hear the sounds of your begs and pleads, but ultimately, the words you say do not matter to him—it all means nothing. Hyunjin marches at the beat of his own drum, and in situations like this, when he’s got a perfect piece of flesh like you beneath him, everything that he says, goes. And right now, he’s perfectly fine with teasing you over and over and over again. 

Slapping his cock against your cunt once, twice, Hyunjin slightly pushes the head of his cock against the rim of your ass. He continues applying pressure, fixated on stretching out the perfectly puckered hole. You whine at the feeling, slowly inching away from it, but Hyunjin holds your hips still. Pushing and pushing, slowly, until finally he slides the head of his cock into your tight hole. Hyunjin moans out at how your hole tightens around him, welcoming him inside. He does nothing, just stays like that, moaning and ignoring your pleas for him to do something. It’s not until you feel the side of his hand brush up against you cunt that you realize Hyunjin has got a hand around his shaft, getting himself off while the tip of his cock is in your ass and you’ve got nothing to do except for lay there and accept it, with your ass in the air and your face against dirt. 

His moans increase as he fucks his hand around his cock faster; and if it werent for his other hand holding you in place, you’d at least try to fuck back on him through the stretch of the pain. As Hyunjin exhales, letting out a deep groan of a moan, you feel the rush of warm liquid shooting into you. You moan in response as Hyunjin makes a mess of you with his cum, filling you up, trying to keep it all inside until he pulls out and it all, inevitably, leaks out of your hole, pooling around your cunt. 

Hyunjin wastes no time, cock sliding into your cunt with ease due to your wetness and his cum; but the stretch is intense, more than you initially expected. You tighten up a bit, resisting, though you want to relax. You can’t hold your arch perfectly any longer but that’s the least of your worries—the only thing on your mind being cock. Hyunjin slides another inch into you. Maybe it’s because of all the teasing, or the fact that you’ve already cum twice, but he’s not even halfway inside of you and it feels like he’s reached the depths of your soul already. His hand reaches around, fingers coming in contact with your clit in hopes of helping you ease up. 

“Created just for me,” Hyunjin breathes out, voice rough with possession. “Made just for me. Only me.” 

He continues with his ownership of you, voice dipping deeper as his words become mostly obscenities. You don’t hear it. Or perhaps you can’t hear it. Maybe you don’t want to hear the vile things he’s saying. You’re overtaken, caught up by the intense, high pitch ringing that is worming its way through your ear canal, planting and fertilizing clashing waves of static all around your brain. 

His hand wraps around your neck. It feels nothing like the soft, once heavenly hands that had been massaging all over your skin. These hands are rough, calloused and rigid palms that venture into freakishly long, boney fingers; with nails like claws that pierce into the side of your neck right behind your ear. Your eyes remain closed, fearing that if you open them that you’ll see something you shouldn’t, something that your mind would be unable to comprehend visually. A feeling of spiritual discomfort crawls up your back, causing you to arch, shivering at the same moment Hyunjin works his cock deeper into you, stretching you further; mentally and physically—of which he insists on doing, wanting to bend you to his will and break you beyond anything you’ve experienced. 

Hyunjin pulls you back to him, hips unrelenting. Teeth, sharp like razors, piercing down into the flesh of your shoulders; nearly enough for blood to start trickling down your skin, but that does not occur. His teeth, however, do leave indents in your skin; that, if he’s lucky enough, will be permanent. His lips meet your ear next, a brief kiss planted to the lobe before whispering in a rather gruff voice, unlike that of his usual. “Inferior to me. Mine to claim.” 

When he cums there’s an immense amount of it, sticky and warm. Hyunjin makes sure to be fully buried inside of you, cock seemingly swelling in size as he forces you to take all his cum inside. Hyunjin is selfish, not waiting a single moment, and barely pulling out before he begins to thrust back in. Cum coats his cock, almost daring to drip onto the ground in raindrop-like shapes. He refuses to allow that, however, fucking all of his cum back into you. His thighs, which originally felt like the silkiest, softest flesh, now coarse and dry—except for the sticky cum running down them, connecting in slightly thick, white lines against your thighs—and fuzzy; thick. “Mine to possess.”

You slowly come to realize that Hyunjin has taken a different shape completely. No longer possessing the body of a man, he has turned into some kind of beast, something inhuman. He’s grown abnormally in size and you can tell because he’s holding you up as he fucks you, toes barely scraping the dirt. 

And as filthy and as frightening as it is, the line between fear and arousal is a very thin, blurry line. It leads you to come crashing down, partially due to the overstimulation, cunt spasming around Hyunjin’s cock, sucking in all his cum. You’re elated, completely delighted, mind elsewhere as you experience your high with Hyunjin fucking you through it. Hardly registering anything other than the feeling of Hyunjin’s cock stretching you out and the warmth of his cum—a sticky mess that’s leaking out both of your holes and staining your thighs. 

When you come to, you’re laying on Hyunjin’s chest. It’s still daylight out, the sun beaming as bright as ever, nearly blinding when you open your eyes. It takes a few moments to shake away the pure, drowsy euphoria you’re feeling, completely ravished by bliss; almost hypnotized. You prop your head up to look at Hyunjin, and the moment you do, it’s like there are trumpets sounding off all around you. You have a realization—no, a revelation—that things aren’t as they seem as you peer up at the brown-haired man. As queasiness makes a home in the pit of your stomach, all within two mere seconds, the wind picks up; howling in the distance, bustling within the branches of trees. 

“This is a dream, isn’t it?” For what might be the first time, your eyes meet his.

What words can be used to describe what you saw when you looked into the eyes of that thing? Petrifying? Nauseating? Surreal? It makes you want to close your eyes, however, when you do, the images you’ve seen seem as though they’ve been permanently printed against the black of your eyelids. Perhaps you can attempt to run away—and hide, praying to God that you’re not stalked and caught—but your muscles don’t respond to the neurons being sent by your brain. Perhaps you can find a way out of this dream, but your physical body seemingly refuses to acknowledge the call to wake up; only processing the utter fright in the images it created. The only thing you can do is stare into Hyunjin’s eyes, continuing to receive visions of which you hope you’ll be able to forget. 

His irises are a deep pool of black, displaying a particular flavor not only of loneliness but utter wickedness. The longer you stare into Hyunjin’s eyes the longer you are disillusioned, fully snatched away from all delusion of this former fairytale. Vision clouded by a thick, murky fog; fully spotlighting the shocks of visions you see in his eyes. 

A beast, creature unlike anything you’ve ever seen or imagined. The face of a man only oddly elongated with empty eye sockets and horns—covered in blood that only makes a mop of its fine hair—curled up into two spikes atop his head. A smile so wide it’s like it was carved in with a razor blade and charred, blackened and blood stained fangs hanging from its mouth. Its body, with its abnormally long limbs, is completely drenched in blood, dripping in pools all around the entity. Pieces of what you can only assume is a human—or even worse, you—discarded and littered around it without much thought or care. 

Flesh. Human meat. Limbs and bones and the insides—intestines, livers and hearts and muscle—all around you as this vision becomes reality; suddenly finding yourself within one meter of this monstrosity. The pool of blood coming up to your ankles, rising steadily. Pieces and pieces of the now deceased all around you, entirely mangled and minced. The creature holds pieces of meat within its claws, sharp nails piercing into the gray flesh, bits of meat stuck between its teeth as it tears into its victim. 

It is feeding. 

The situation becomes all the more frightening when the creature raises its head towards you. Despite it being eyeless, you know that you’re making eye contact, getting lost within the empty abyss that seems to be staring into the corners of your spirit. It’s wide smile never fading as it lurches, sprinting towards you faster than the blink of an eye. 

The transition from the dream world to the waking world is surreal, almost jarring. Especially since when you awaken, you’re paralyzed, body stiff with static crawling all over your skin. The darkness of your bedroom surrounds you, both familiar and completely unknown. You attempt to move around a little, opening and closing your eyes multiple times, attempting to raise at least a finger; though falling short of progress to escape this feeling, left to stare straight up at your ceiling. 

Then there’s the boom. A loud, static-like noise; deep as if something really heavy had dropped—but you’re unsure if it’s coming from the dark corner on your right or elsewhere within your home. A thing that simultaneously occurred and did not happen. The speed at which fear rises within you is faster than the speed of light. Heart racing as the physical manifestation of dread drops to the bottom of your stomach—fear making its home in the back of your throat, tightening as your swallow, seemingly making it difficult to breathe. It consumes you, a heavy burden, too insufferable to support, unable to put up a fair fight against it. 

Don’t Look. 

Curiosity gets the best of you. You shift your eyes to the right and in the far corner of the bedroom is a space that’s significantly darker than anything else in the room; like a void. Perhaps it’s because the light from your plug-in air freshener doesn’t reach that area of the room. And perhaps you’re tired and still reeling from that strange dream, but you swear you see movement as you glance over. You want to look away, you have to look away, but curiosity sinks its claws into you. Hypnotizing and you're paralyzed with fear of what could happen. Then, the darkness in the corner grows, getting larger as if whatever it is has been expanding, standing up to greet you. 

Then it disperses. Leaving you alone, shaking and sweating in the cold, unwelcoming darkness of your room, finally able to move and process things. 

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[oracle-of-dream]

A Dark Opportunity

Minors DNI

Summary: Your best friend Minho made out with you during a party. Even though you're in a relationship already, Minho doesn't want to let you walk away.

Warnings: Male POV, Top Lee Know, Kissing Drunk, Dacryphilia, Slight chocking, Rough sex, Gaslighting/Manipulation, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming

Wordcount: 2.3k

The party was loud, the speakers sent vibrations from the floor straight to your head. It made you dizzy and it was difficult to walk around. Too many people bumped into you without a care, and you were helplessly pushed around the room.

A cold hand gripped your wrist, pulling you in a direction. 

You stumbled as they dragged you harshly. You couldn't focus your eyes enough to see who was pulling you but the noise started to fade as you were brought into a room. The lights were low, one small lamp on the other side of the room glowed. The person–you could now tell was a man, scooped you up and laid you on the bed.

"Ah, babe, why'd you go and get this drunk," He spoke.

It sounded familiar, but you couldn't see their face. Your heart felt light, it must've been your boyfriend looking after you. He's so sweet.

You stretched your arms out, "Come lay with me, baby." 

He hesitated.

"Daddy, don't ignore me, I need you," You kicked your feet in a pout. Your boyfriend loved it when you called him that and he'd do anything to make you say it.

He moved into your embrace, "Y/n, we shouldn't–"

"Y/n? Who's that? I'm babe," You nuzzled into their neck.

"Right... Babe, you're drunk, we should just relax. I'll get you water." 

He tried to pull away but you locked your legs around him. "You're not leaving me here, not without any kisses," You tried to kiss him but he avoided you. "Did I do something wrong?" 

He looked at you, tears welling up in your eyes, "No, no! I'm sorry. Okay, I'll kiss you–"

You pressed your lips into him, pulling him into you by his neck. Your boyfriend was stiff and hesitant at first, but as your hands started to roam his torso he moaned allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He then started pushing against you, grinding into you while pushing his tongue into your mouth. The taste was nice and different, maybe minty. Whatever it was, it was hot. He'd suddenly gotten way better at kissing, and you moaned into his lips as his hips pressed against yours.

Your boyfriend had to pull you away by your hair so he could breathe. You breathed heavily to calm down, moaning slightly as he pulled on you. 

"You're such a slut, you know that?" He pulled on your hair harder, earning another moan, "See? You just throw yourself on me without even thinking. You should know better."

Suddenly, you were tired. Your eyes could barely stay open, your breathing slowed, and your body felt heavy. You wanted to keep going, but you couldn't stay awake.

When you opened your eyes, your head pounded from your hangover. It was tough to keep your head together, but someone had taken the time to tuck you into a bed. You rolled over to see someone next to you. Your heart raced at the thought of spending the night with someone, but then you remembered your boyfriend took you into the room. Your strange fantasies would have to wait for another day.

The figure rolled over in bed, facing you, and your heart dropped.

Minho, your best friend, was sleeping shirtless next to you.

"Minho!?" You shouted and kicked him out of the bed.

When he hit the ground Minho almost instantly bounced back up in anger. "What the hell, y/n!?"

"Why are you in here?" You moved to stand, then noticed your pants weren't on you anymore. "And where the hell is my pants and your shirt!?"

"Relax," Minho put his hands out, "Let me explain."

"I can't believe you! I have a boyfriend, how could we–" You couldn't even bring yourself to say it. Did this mean you cheated on your boyfriend now? But you loved him, you'd never do that.

"What do you remember?" Minho calmly said.

"My boyfriend took me here and we kissed, then I fell asleep."

"Your boyfriend was never here. I took you into this room. You kissed me."

You tried but couldn't remember clearly, "I kissed you? Then I cheated..." Your head fell into your hands and your stomach ached with guilt. "I'm horrible. How can I look my boyfriend in the face again?"

Minho climbed back into bed, pulling you into a gentle hug, "You're not horrible." He couldn't help but feel responsible for your misery, but something deep in his heart felt an opportunity. It was a horrible opportunity, but he couldn't stop his mouth as he thought of the words, "I don't think he could stand it. He'll probably be heartbroken, dump you immediately."

You cried harder, "What do I do now? I don't want to hurt him."

Minho patted your head as you cried into his chest. "I have an idea, but you may not like it."

You looked up at him, with tears in your eyes, "What is it?"

"You should break up with him first. You can let him down easy, and keep our secret." You took a minute to think about it, but he continued, "Don't you think that would be better? It would spare him the pain of you cheating on him. And, you can stay with me for a while."

"Stay with you?"

"Well, you do live with your boyfriend. It would be too painful to stay there, being reminded of what you've done. So stay with me."

"Isn't breaking up a little extreme? We only kissed–"

"No!" Minho exclaimed, he could feel you pulling away but he doubled down, "We went further than that, don't you remember? We... fucked."

Your eyes bulged, "We did!?"

"Yeah, we did, and you told me you loved me." Minho looked deep into your eyes, "Do you not love me?"

"I-I don't not love you. It's just–"

"You told me he wasn't good," Minho's responses were getting faster, overwhelming.

"Good?"

"At sex."

"He's good," Your head hurt trying to remember when you'd said or done any of it.

"Good as me?"

"Minho, I don't remember–" You yelped as Minho pinned you down against the mattress.

"That's fine, we can just do it again. I'll fuck you until you can't forget me."

"No, we shouldn't! I'm still in a relationship."

"Y/n, give it up already. We fucked, you're ruined! He'll hate you for cheating on him. Just stay with me, and I'll love you. Better than he ever could."

"I–"

"You can't hide it. I'll tell him I fucked you."

"Why?"

"Because I deserve you more!"

"Minho, please, just give me a second. I can't think."

"Don't think. I'll handle everything. You won't have to lift a finger and we can be happy. Together."

"Why so suddenly!? We were fine, you and I were fine as friends!"

"You don't get it. I've always loved you; being your friend means looking out for you. I left earlier to get you some water," Minho paused. "And I saw your boyfriend leaving with another guy. I tried to tell you, and you were so heartbroken that I had to take care of you. You were so adamant about fucking me, and I couldn't refuse you."

The string in your brain that held your last bit of sanity snapped at his words. "He cheated on me first?"

Minho nodded, "Yeah. I saw him kissing that guy and they left together. No way they didn't fuck after from the way they were looking at each other. I'm so sorry, babe."

You cried into Minho's arms, holding him tighter than before.

He suppressed a devious smile, he knew he had you. Completely. And he wanted to see how far he could push you.

"Y/n, baby? Look at me."

You looked up at him, tears flowing like rivers down your face. 

"Say you love me. Like you did last night." 

Your brain was mush already. It didn't matter if you loved anyone else, right? Since you were just thrown away like garbage. You opened your mouth, hesitating, "I-I love you."

Minho drank in the words and loved every second. "More. Tell me you're mine. And you'll never leave me. I'm all you have."

"I'll never leave you, I'm yours, and you're all I have."

"You're so right, beautiful," Minho kissed your tears, drinking their saltiness. "Forget that sick fuck. He didn't deserve you and doesn't realize how amazing you are. You've got me, and you always will."

You nodded as you looked into Minho's eyes.

He loved how your big doe eyes looked at him, begging for guidance. You needed him. He could do anything to you now and knew you'd never leave.

"Baby, you love me?"

You nodded, "I love you."

He took your hand to his cock, which throbbed under his jeans. "I need your help, it hurts so bad, I need you."

You pulled away slightly, "I–"

"You need this too and you know it. To forget the pain, I can help with that," Minho took your hand and pressed against his dick again. "I can fuck the pain right out of you, all you need to do is say, yes."

You gulped, "I-I... Okay."

Minho slid off your shirt, lifting it over your head. He looked over your body, "You're so beautiful." He put your hands on his pants, moving you to unbutton them and help him out of them.

Now free from his pants, dove into your lips, "You're mine." He roughly pressed his cock against yours, the friction burning in all the right places. His hand slipped into your underwear as his fingers played with your cock, "No one else can hurt you now, I'll keep you safe."

You nod, drinking in his lust and possessiveness.

The underwear is discarded, leaving you both naked as you make out. Minho's cock excitedly poked at your hole in anticipation. Each time earning a moan from your lips.

"Flip over," Minho commanded.

You listened, lying on your stomach as you heard shuffling behind you. There was a sudden shock of cold wetness as you felt lube being rubbed against your hole.

"Found this in the drawer last night, lucky. Otherwise, I'd have to go dry." 

You shivered as you felt Minho's fingers slip into and stretch you easily. Every move and push made you twitch and shake as Minho experienced with your body, teasing and testing for reactions. But when he curled his fingers, you burst into tears.

"Whoa, baby! Are you okay?"

You shook–almost vibrating, "it's good! So good! Amazing, right there! Again!" You tried to shake your hips to force his fingers to hit the spot, but Minho pulled out.

"Oh, let's relax a little," Minho teased. "Before I give you what you want, tell me. Who do you belong to?"

"You..."

"The other name."

"You do, Daddy," You moan feeling Minho's length push into you with approval. "I'm all yours."

"Oh, that's right," He hissed as he slowly fucked you. 

You whined as you tried to move your hips for more, but he pushed down on your back to hold you in place.

"Getting ahead of yourself now, baby. I like to take my time."

"Please, give me more!" You begged.

"Oh, you're too cute. My little slut. You just wanna get fucked." 

You cry out as he starts fucking you, gripping your hips so hard that it would leave bruises. You whimpered and shook, your cock pulsing in time with his thrusts. You felt Minho stop to fix himself as he laid down, pressing his body against yours. His full length pushed deeper into you as you pushed your hips back. He lifted his hips and held your neck with a tight grip as he pounded you. The force was enough to knock the breath out of you and rip moans out of you as he sent you to another dimension of pleasure. You felt him graze that spot again, which made your eyes water again. Tears fell and dried into the pillow as wave after wave hit you. Minho grunted as he saw what he was doing to you, pushing harder into you.

One strong hit into you made you cum so hard that you could see a spark of white, making your whole body tense.

"Holy, shit," Minho moaned at your sudden extra tightness, "You're fucking milking me!" He cum inside of you, moaning your name as he fucked out his high. You could feel each pump of cum, pouring into you, making your body tingle.

Minho collapsed on top of you as the both of you tried to catch your breath. "You're all mine, forever, baby," He whispered.

When you didn't answer, he moved to look at you. You'd passed out completely after finishing. Sound asleep. 

Minho admired you as you slept, his cock still buried inside you. But there was an irritating buzzing. He looked around until he saw your phone on the nightstand, your boyfriend's face lighting up as he called.

He snatched the phone carefully and dismissed the call. He texted your boyfriend's number: We're over. You shrimp-dicked loser. Don't call me anymore, my new boyfriend will kill you.

Minho chuckled as he blocked the number and deleted the conversation. He then snuggled back into bed with you, listening to you breathe, and occasionally moan from Minho's cock if you shifted in your sleep.

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