#stray kids lee know smut

[baby-yongbok]

Needy

Lee Know x Fem!Reader - Fake Texts

Genre: Smut

Summary: The distance is getting to your boyfriend, and he's a bit...needy

Warnings: Implied Dom/Sub dynamic, Mentions of rough sex - mentions of using reader (so I'll say just a sprinkle of dubcon to be safe, it's over in the blink of an eye)

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[thefantasyden]

Insecurities with Minho

Chubby AFAB reader + Minho drabble.

Request: insecurities, asphyxiation, creampie and eye contact.

He shouldn't be eavesdropping. It's common courtesy, and you have every right to want privacy when talking to your friends. He simply couldn't understand why that friend had to be Chan.

He's almost embarrassed as he stands outside of the door to Chans room, carefully tuning in to the conversation you were having.

"I don't know, I honestly don't think he likes me that much?" Your voice rings clear in his head, and it's setting off alarm bells. You couldn't be talking about someone else...

"Why would you think that? Aren't you two literally fucking?"

"Ya exactly! We're fucking and that's it. You don't have to be into someone to be fucking and I'm not exactly Minhos type!" You sound hurt and he can feel an ache in his chest. It's true that he had never actually asked you our, but he had assumed you were on the same page about his affections.

"His type?"

He leans in closer, trying to hear Chan as clearly as he could through the thick slab of wood that separates you.

"You know what I mean. I'm like... chubby. He's this toned little God and I'm out here ready for a snack every 20 minutes!"

"So is Changbin and we still think he's hot!"

He almost scoffs at the mention of the other man, and it takes everything in him not to listen any further as he somewhat unwillingly drags himself to his bedroom.

It's almost 1:30 in the morning when his text interrupts your sleepover with Chan, and he can clearly hear the sound of the front door opening, trying to keep himself calm as your footsteps sound louder toward his room. How could you possibly not know the effect you have on him?

The sight of you in your crop top and sleep shorts has him ready to risk it all when you push his door open, a flood of jealousy filling him when he realises that's what you must have been wearing all night.

"Sorry to interrupt your little date." He teased, hoping it sounded playful. You step a little closer to him, and his hands reach for your hips on instinct, pulling you down onto the bed on top of him.

"Min! Let me go, I'm gonna crush you!"

His grip tightens, and as you sit up to straddle him, he shoots you a glare that has you shivering.

"Do you really think I'm that weak?"

You scoff in response, attempting to shift so that your weight wasn't sat directly on top of him. He wasn't having that, forcing you back down I'm a way that makes you unintentionally grind against his bulge, earning a satisfied moan from the man beneath you.

"No, Min. I don't think you're weak."

There's a hint of mischief in his eyes, and he finally loosens his hold long enough for you to slip off of him and onto the bed, only allowing you a brief moment to breathe before he's moving so that he's on top of you now, slotting himself between your plush thighs and making himself right at home.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He whispers into your ear before he begins trailing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, his right hand slowly sneaking up over your tummy and your chest toward your neck where it rests at the base, unsure if it's a promise or a threat.

You huff out a sound of disbelief, and he leans back, holding his same scowl from earlier as he stares down at you. It's almost too much to look back at him, but the second you lean your head to the side, you find him gripping your cheeks, forcing your eyes to fixate on his beautiful face.

"Don't fucking do that." He practically growls, dropping his hand from your face back to its previous spot on your neck. Where it wraps to offer a subtle squeeze that's just enough to have your head going fuzzy. "If you don't wanna believe me, I'm just gonna have to fuck it into you."

Your shorts are loose enough for him to easily drag his fingers along your pussy, feeling how wet you were for him. You were always dripping when he was around.

"Look at that. My pretty baby is all ready for me."

You're begging him to fuck you and he's not one to make you wait, sliding his cock into you with little resistance, your walls welcoming him. You're fighting against the groan that leaves your mouth at the feeling of being filled by him, and he's relishing in the look on your face as your lip is tucked between your teeth.

His hips snap against your own and your flooded with pleasure as he hits all the right places, however you can't quite get out of your head and he clearly notices, his movement pausing as he leans back to study the way your eyebrows knit together in the centre.

"What's wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?"

You shake your head in response, and when your arms come down to cover your tummy, he finally understands the problem. He wouldn't call it a problem, of course. He loves your tummy.

He gently reaches for your arms and uncrosses them, his left hand intertwining its fingers with yours as his right gains a firm grip of your throat, squeezing the sides tight enough for your ears to be ringing as your flow of thoughts is completely cut in its tracks.

He resumes his movements more aggressively this time, pounding into you as he holds your gaze, pausing every time your eyes flutter shut, playing with the pressure of his hand around your neck to see what makes you whine the loudest as he ruins you.

He's rambling a little as he looses himself to the feeling of you wrapped around him, your soft body gone pliant practically begging him to have his way with you. Minho loves every soft, grippable part of you, and he's never felt more determined to let you know, spilling praises like mantras.

"Gonna fill my pretty baby, okay? You can take it, can't you?"

It almost sounds like he's pleading with you, and all you can do is whine, your thighs squeezing his hips in silent approval, being what pushes him over the edge, filling you to the brim before he buries his head in your chest as he pants, willing his breathing to even out.

It takes a minute but he's regained his composure quickly, still not pulling out as he comes up to press kisses across your cheeks.

"In case anything was unclear, you were always mine."

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[linos-kitten]

mistake | lee minho

⇨ pairing: non-idol skz minho x f!reader ⇨ genre: angst, lovers to exes, cheating, ⇨ warnings: curse words, crying, minho is harsh with his words, reader is very hurt. lmk if i missed anything. ⇨ word count: 0.7k ⇨ lyrics: "You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain" | Moral of the Story by Ashe ⇨ a/n: aaah finallyy! i might make a part two if you guys like it enough lol. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! i apologize for any bad grammar or spelling.

"i wish i never fucking met you!" minho shouted.

ouch.

your eyes widened. how could he say this? your boyfriend whom you love with all your heart, how could he hurt you like that?

"i made a mistake. i fell in love with the wrong person. i thought i was in love, but i was actually in pain." you shouted back. this wasn't the right time to cry, even though you were on the verge of collapsing. you were angry, hurt and disappointed.

it all started when you weren't feeling well, so you decided to drive to minho's place. you didn't call him to say that you were coming over. instead, you sent him little texts.

"i'm driving to your place baby"

"not feeling the best"

when you arrived at your boyfriends place, you opened the door with the spare keys he gave you. you looked around the place and saw a black leather jacket. it wasn't yours, right?

you walked over to the jacket and started 'exploring' it. you stuffed your hand in the right pocket and took out a red lipstick. you recognized it..

ouch.

it was your ex best friend's lipstick. and her jacket. of course it was her fucking jacket. she wore it the last time you guys hung out. that toxic so-called 'best friend' who treated you like absolute shit.

was your boyfriend seeing her in secret?

hell no. that's not minho. but.. it was her jacket though? and her lipstick?

later on, you found minho's phone on the couch. where was he? was he even at home? after you unlocked it, you found all the messages between him and her. they texted about meeting each other again to have some fun. and that's when you knew how fake they both were. your 'boyfriend' and the toxic ex best friend.

it was all ruined for you. you were absolutely ruined. not knowing if minho was home or not, you drove back to your place in tears.

the next day, you came over to minho's place to 'talk'. but, that talking turned instead to shouting, as expected.

--

"you made a mistake? fuck no. i made a mistake for dating such a bitch like you." minho shouted. the veins in his neck were visible to see. tears started to appear in your eyes. you were hurt, you wanted to disappear. you wanted to get out of his apartment, the apartment he fucked your ex best friend in, but you also wanted to let everything out of you. you wanted to let him know how much of a shitty boyfriend he was for fucking your ex best friend.

"i'm the bitch? what the fuck have i done? minho, you fucked my ex best friend! imagine yourself in my situation. how would you react if i was secretly fucking your ex best friend? your ex best friend! wouldn't you be out of your fucking mind and-"

"get out" he spat. just like that? get out?

"nothing to say now huh?" you express.

"get out of my place before i fucking drag you out"

you were speechless. how even could he say this shit to you? you didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve you.

with no other words said, you barged out of his apartment and slammed his door behind you.

it's all over, minho thought. he was about to burst. burst into tears. he regretted doing this. he regretted his harsh words towards you. but most of all, he regretted what he have been doing behind your back. how could he do this? fucking you ex best friend and then shouting about you being the bitch. what does that make him then? a cunt? a dickhead? a fucking whore? a mixture of all, he thought.

meanwhile you, were leaning down on the steering wheal of your car, crying. it was upsetting. minho was harsh with his words. that was your first time seeing him shouting that much. you have never seen minho in this state. sure, he could get angry, but most of the times he kept it inside of him. because when minho gets mad, it's game over.

minho wasn't the type to show his emotions very often, but with you. oh with you, he was the sweetest. he was one of your special priorities, he was the love of your life. you loved him with all your heart, and you still love him. you try to not stop loving him.

but how can you still love him after what he did? how can you still love him after he made you cry your lungs out? how?

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[lilykatelyn-blog]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER

Demon!Lee Know x AngelFem!Reader

theme: choking

pt. 2

genre: smut, ig fluff at the end? Idek.

warnings: ewb2l (enemies with benefits to lovers) choking, collars, reader has sensitive wings that can retract, penetration, monster cock, making out, fingering, drunk guy (for one second), references of Satan and the devil so if you are uncomfortable with that I would recommend not reading it, also they have telepathy??, Dom!Min, Sub!Reader, they’re both kinda switch towards the end of the smut scene, unsafe sex.

wc: 1.4k

MINORS DNI

smut under the cut

It’s been a while since you’ve last been to hell, or seen him. Every now and then when you were on earth, your brain would play tricks on you, making you think you saw him. Your human friends finally managed to drag you out of your apartment and into a club, full of drunkards and people looking for a good time. You just needed a few drinks and to unwind. “I’ll take a gin and tonic, on the rocks.” You told the bartender, he complied, making your order at the back while you waited. When he got back with your order, you heard a familiar voice order a familiar drink. “I’ll take a Manhattan, on the rocks.” He ordered, you tried to not turn around and look at him, opting to walk away, but his voice stopped you. “Long time no see, Angel.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, it made you wet and want to hurl at the same time. “Long time no see, jackass.” You replied, walking back towards him. “So, what you been up to? I hope you haven’t been sleeping around with anyone but me.” He asked, the last part making you pissed. “We’re not dating Lee.” You replied curtly, he simply smirked again. God, you wanted to slap that attractive smirk off of his extremely attractive face. “Oh, but you know if the big boss knew of what you did with me, you’d be removed. An ordinary human.” You tsked at the very obvious statement. “No shit, Sherlock. It was one time.” “It was 7 times that, darling.” He whispered in your ear, making you shudder. “See you, princess.” He grabbed his Manhattan and went to dance, leaving you speechless.

“So.. who was that hottie that you were talking to at the bar, huh?” Your friend nudged you after you got back with your drink. “It was no one, an old friend.” You lied, not thinking she would ask about schooling years. “Ooh! Primary or Secondary School?” “Neither. An old job, I quit it and haven’t seen him or kept in touch since.” They all went back to their own conversation after you explained it, you could practically feel Minho’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Meet me outside, princess. I own an apartment 2 blocks away. His voice rung in your head, you just agreed, knowing how this goes and that you will be back to strangers in no less than 12 hours.

“finally, you listen.” His annoying voice spoke from behind you as you exited the club. “Finally, you stop calling me ‘princess’.” You mock, his smirk returning. “I’ll never stop that habit, Angel. You should visit me down in hell sometime soon.” He winked, leading you into a cab. The entire ride, his hand was on your thigh, going up, only to go back to your knee. He was obviously riling you up, so you decided that two can play at that game. You slowly creeped your hand up his toned torso , and then his chest, and then his throat, lightly circling it as his breath hitched, only to bring it down to your lap. You got out, him paying and leading you to his apartment. As soon as he unlocked it, you were pressed against the door, his tongue being shoved down your throat. You moaned as he went down your jaw and neck, making sure not to leave any marks so that you could both keep your wings. “Bedroom,” you breathed, tugging his hair, he lifted you up, leading you to his bed. He sat down, making you straddle him, going back to your make out session. He pulled away, you chased his lips while pouting. “Hm, anyone ever been as good as me? Maybe that drunk guy that you ran away with for a few minutes?” He whispered, going back to his assault on your neck. “No-no one. I-I escorted him back to his car- Minho!” You choked out, throwing your head back as he found your sweet spot, mouthing at it for a few more seconds. “I want this off.” He tugged at your tight white shirt. You complied, letting him take it off of you, suddenly remembering you wore your black matching bra and panties set. “Shit.” He murmured, his mouth going straight to your chest, kissing them over the fabric while his other hand went to your other boob. “May I?” He asked, despite being a devil, still a gentleman. You nodded, giving silent confirmation. As soon as it was off, he went to your nipple, sucking harshly. “Nngh- please,” you whined, he just chuckled, pinching the other one. He pulled away despite your pleas, he silently asked to remove your skirt. You hummed, lifting your hips up for him to remove the garment. He pulled both your underwear and skirt down in one movement, flipping you onto your back.

he got in between your legs and spread your lips. “Beautiful..” he trailed off, giving a singular lick and then coming up to make you taste yourself. He sat on his knees, removing his shirt and revealing his beautiful abs and scars. Getting back over you, he kissed you again. While his tongue explored your mouth, you traced his abs and scars, the one that you kept coming back to was the one on his midriff, a result of a nasty encounter with his father before he became a demon. Finally, he pulled away and tugged his sweats down, leaving him in his boxers. He didn’t bother removing his jewelry, and walked over to the dresser, you got on your elbows and looked in confusion. “What-“ “it’s a collar, Angel. Chill, I’m not gonna leave you high and dry after how hard you got me.” He signaled to his huge cock, bigger than any dildo you’ve ever seen or felt.

“Wonder how you still have those beautiful white pearly wings after all we’ve done together, considering the wings are a sign of purity. I’d say your anything but after all we’ve done.” He went on as he fastened the collar around your neck. “Beautiful.. and it’s all mine.” He traced the collar around your neck, pushing you down. “Open your wings, gonna use them for your first orgasm.” He commanded, and obviously, you complied. Your wings were out and super sensitive as well, he slowly traced them with the tips of his fingers, resulting in a series of whimpers from you. His fingers circled your hole to prep you, only teasing, not going in. He had you distracted with your wings, taking you by surprise when his fingers pushed in and out at a brutal pace “Ah! Min-Minho!” You moaned, losing your ability to use your brain, the only coherent thing coming out of your mouth was pleas for him to keep going. Not long after your high, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his huge dick, only making your cries of his name speed up. He went at an ungodly pace, god, you were so close already that it was kinda embarrassing how quick he got you there. “Oh god, oh god, oh god- hnngh” your moans were soeeding up, as was your breath, your words got cut off by his tip hitting just the right spot. “Not god, baby. Lee Minho.” He whispered, getting you an intense amount closer to the edge. “I’m-“ “let it out for me, Angel.” That brought you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a boulder. “Shit, I’m close, getting close- mmph.” He started whining, his words interrupted by your hand shaking up his chest, squeezing his throat just hard enough to tip him over. “That’s it, Min. Let go..” you trailed off, feeling him spill into you. After he cleaned up and lay beside you, you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

The following morning, you woke up alone, to a note. Angel, I know you’re probably confused since I never leave, but I had to go to work for my ‘Human’ job. Do me a favor and stay, yeah? I’ll be back in a few hours, considering how late you wake up. I don’t have roommates and I still have a pair of your clothes from last time, either that or you can wear my button up and your panties, ya know, a little treat for when I get home? Anyways, stay there and here’s my cell: ***-***-****

P.S. I refrigerated breakfast, your favourite. Text me if you need anything, your dog was well fed before I left, so don’t worry. We’ll talk later, but you should consider moving in with me, at least until we have to go back. I love you! <3

This is gonna be fun.

note: send an ask if you want a part 2 because I, myself, wanted to write a part 2 that isn’t part of kinktober. Also I’m sorry that this is kinda half assed Love you guys! <333

TAGLIST:

@aaasia111, @hgema, @obeythemasters, @imwithurmother, @unlikelysublimekryptonite, @virluna148, @sanzusfavgf, @ivyisnotokay, @stanskzsstuff, @luvkpopp

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[tyongf-nct]

Would you please consider writing a drabble involving Lee Know of Stray Kids eating out a woman?

hope you enjoy anon 💕

dynamic: lee know x fem!reader

warnings/tags: oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, female only pleasure

~

“You look so pretty writhing underneath my tongue,” Minho says, the vibrations of his low voice going straight to your center. You moan, arching your back as his hands grip your thighs. The sounds of his mouth against your slick core echo through the room, mixing in harmony with your sounds of pleasure.

“Come for me,” he rasps, “Come for me like a good little girl.” Minho’s dirty words wring a shiver of pleasure from you, the climax that has been building finally breaking its way out of you.

“Fuck,” you cry, your vision darkening as your eyes squeeze shut with the intensity of your orgasm.

“So pretty. So good for me,” Minho whispers, licking one last stripe up your center before placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You fumble out a string of quiet curses, savoring the last moments of your orgasm before resting your hips back on the bed.

“I fucking love watching you do that,” he grins. You return his smile, nodding satisfactorily.

“I know.”

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[lix-ables]

🥐 “i want a round 3” gf x “it’s 3 am, let me sleep you demon” bf!minho scenario bcs i found it fr suits minho, so credits to @/krpthemexhelpp on pinterest, and don't come after me

🥐 masterlist | do not repost or translate | words : 576. ©︎ lix-ables – MINORS DNI –

🥐 a thought similar i was having this morning as well, and it needed to be written ‹3

“babe,” minho mumbles in his sleep, his fingers wrapping around your wrist when he feels your palm reaching under the sheets to stroke his dick. “but i want a round 3,” you breathe into his ear, your chin now resting on his shoulder blade.

your leg comes to tangle with his own, as you shift closer to him, with your chest now against his back, and your hand makes its way to his chest, caressing him. “it’s 3 am, let me sleep, you demon,” he sighs, a groan escaping his lips when your hand travels back down just below his v-line, teasing him.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you smirk, your fingers reaching lower and lower every time you hear his breath hitch until he turns around to face you, his fingers now cupping your face – his thumb is resting on your bottom lip, caressing it once, before wrapping them slowly around your neck, pulling you closer in the process, while your fingers finally settle down on his tip, your thumb teasing it by leaving slow, delicate motions to it. “you’re talking back hmm?” he smiles, letting his fingers get tighter around your throat, getting a whine out of you, only to loosen his grip just to slip his index and middle fingers past your lips.

“mhmm,” you hum in response to his question, a smirk so visible on his face that you wanted to kiss those lips. “and why are you talking back?” minho raises a brow at you, curious to know your reply with your mouth currently stuffed with his fingers, so he removes them for a split second, for you to answer.

“just ‘cause,” you shrug at him, and he pulls you closer, so his dick was touching your thigh now, and you whimper at the feeling, your fingers eager to go back to finish your task.

“where do you want my dick now, doll?” he whispers, his fingers reaching to caress your hair, tugging at the end strands while doing so before continuing, “the first time tonight it was in that pretty, tight hole, and the second time was hitting the back of your throat,” he hums, watching you squirm next to him with his hooded eyes. he was sleepy, sure, but now he was pretty certain that he was as awake as his cock was.

“maybe back in your cunt, or how about let me slide it between those tits of yours,” he continues, his hands moving to cup your tits, pinching your nipple between his fingers when he says that. “words or i’m going back to sleep,” he reminds you when he hears a mumble leave your lips. “anywhere,” a hand moves to close the distance between you and him, when minho lets you close your thighs around his wrist, as he finds your clit to rub it. “anywhere?”

you nod, breathing heavily and panting, ready to hold onto his wrist when he moves faster against your clit, when you feel him slip a finger into you, and you’re ready to push him away. “maybe what you need, is to be coming for an hour. you can handle that right?” minho licks his lips, his free hand traveling to your lower back, holding you against his body, motioning for you to lift your leg up to rest it on his own, for better and easy access. “why stop at round 3 when we can have so many more, hm?”

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[romancefranaticstay]

Which should i make first? You guys vote!

Lee Know x fem!reader

Category: angst, smut, enemies to lovers au

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact!

A/N: It all started in highschool when he was to competitive, but you never knew he was quit possesive. Showing up everywhere you were, sometime's even showing up with one of his many girlfriends. He never showed any romantic interests in you, but one day you decided to start dating....

Jeongin x fem!reader

Category: angst, smut strangers to enemies to lovers

Warnings: smut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: You never knew you would end up in the fashion-industry. You actually also never knew you would turn into a cold businesswoman. Even tho you got charisma and the ability to get every man, you never wanted to. You worked for Chanel, and you had to take care of a catwalk with another big company, Dior...

Seungmin x fem!reader

Category: fluff, smut strangers to lovers

Warnings: smut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: You were in the showbusiness with you own girlgroup and you sometimes worked with some big artists. One day you received an email from the manager of Straykids. They asked for a big collab because everyone knew you were a fan of Straykids and this would be a big chance to finally meet them in person. Ofcourse you had to first plan and ask your members if they also want to. You were happy they all agreed, so you all travelled to Korea...

Changbin x fem!reader

Category: smut

Warnings: smut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: You worked at a big company in Korea. You were at a high departement, because of your intelligence. You were also the favorite worker from your boss. He always checked you out or called you into his office for no important reason at all. One day, you had to work a few hours more. Everyone at your departement left. You and your boss were alone...

Bangchan husband x fem!reader wife

Category: fluff, smut

Warnings: smut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: Your husband always had a breedingkink and he always wanted a baby boy/girl to take care off. You always saw him looking at baby pictures or at baby clothing. One night, he was very horny, so you him what he wanted...

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[muselin]

Okay thank you for answering my ask 🥺 the idea I had was:

A skz member (bang chan, lee know or seungmin) who has a step sis that they’re close to. They always had an attraction towards her but never acted on it because they’re step siblings. She visits them during one of their breaks and one day some how things between them. They get jealous of the interest another member shows for her and then they decided to finally act on their dark thoughts. One minute they’re just sitting in his room and the next he’s kissing her, pulling her onto his lap. grinding her hips against his lap. She’s confused at first because he’s her step bro but she couldn’t lie that she also felt an attraction towards him too. They fuck and then they fall into a habit of secretly sleeping with each other, frequently visiting more from then on.

Okay idk if this made you uncomfy, if it did I’m sorry 💗 this is the taboo idea I had and I wish I was imaginative enough to actually write something with a plot and not awful dialog 🙈

Holidays Bite - SKZ Minho

Who: SKZ Minho x fem!reader

Word count: 7.3k

Summary: You and Minho were typical, bickering step-siblings but after your parents' divorce, things get a little awkward. Your relationship changes when you visit Minho before the holidays and there is no going back. ⚠️Trigger warning: stepcest.

What: stepcest, older step-brother!Minho, fucking in secret, taboo relationship, no barrier protection, overstimulation, squirting, Minho is possessive and jealous and so fucking whipped for the reader hooo boy

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"What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A dumb little girl with no skewer."

"What? No, you get-- Hey!!"

You shouted after Minho who had snatched your skewer from your hand and was already munching on it as if it was the most mundane thing. The two of you were loitering around the kitchen after the festive dinner had wrapped up, both of you hiding from your parents to avoid being tasked with cleaning up.

"Well now you owe me one or I'm telling on you!"

"Pfft," Minho blew a raspberry at you after wiping a bit of sauce off his lip. "Alright, alright. What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A Christmas quacker!"

Minho couldn't stand to look at your triumphant grin and rolled his eyes as dramatically as humanly possible.

"I hate you, I hope you realise."

You knew that was a big fat lie.

Even though you and Minho weren't related, after your dad and his mother got married a few years ago just as you were starting school, Minho treated you like an annoying little sister all the same. He teased you and ordered you around but when you weren't looking, he'd intimidated and threatened more than one douchey classmate of yours who had dared to shit-talk you behind your back in the boys' locker rooms at school.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" You turned in Minho's direction, leaning on the counter.

"Wanna share this," he asked you, extending the leftover skewer to you.

You grinned at him, biting off a chunk like a hungry little kitten.

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"Would you lighten up already? You've been acting like an angry shark all week," Jisung whined as he keyed in the door code and he and Minho walked in, arms full of grocery bags.

"Stop pissing me off and I might," Minho said flatly, walking past Jisung straight for the kitchen.

"You're not taking your shoes off only because it's my turn to clean this week!"

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't realised," Minho quipped then stepped out of his trainers, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

"If your sister is anything like you, I'm moving out for the week," Jisung groaned as he set the groceries on the counter.

"Step-sister," Minho corrected, as if to remind himself. "We're not related and she's annoying so you'll be two peas in a pod."

"You say annoying, I say fun and friendly," the other boy laughed as he opened the double door fridge, loading it up with endless cans of beer and jars of salsa dip. "Since you say she's like me and you dislike her so much, maybe I'll offer her to room with me instead of you."

"Over my dead body."

It was the usual deadpan delivery so Jisung didn't think much of it, but when he turned to glance at Minho he felt a little breathless under the weight of the menacing glare his friend was directing straight at him. Minho had even stopped stacking the apples in the fruit bowl.

"Or-or she'll just room with you and I'll give you my s-spare mattress?"

Minho's lip quirked upwards. "Good boy."

It was the first time you were visiting Minho in university. It was nearly the end of the first semester of his third year and your first year, exams already over with but most people had yet to disperse for the holidays. The plan was for you to spend a week with Minho at the dorms and then both of you would return home for the festivities. Separately.

Your parents had split up a few years ago which had been painful for everyone. You had truly felt like you had a whole family again and losing that felt like a slap in the face. You and Minho had no other siblings and had got so used to each other that you didn't know what to do with yourselves at first. No more yelling at the door of your shared bathroom when you hogged the shower and Minho had to wash off after dance practice. No more bickering in the kitchen over your stealing each other's snacks. No more sharing the bus to school.

At first there were long, awkward phone calls where you and Minho would just write your homework together, on the phone, neither of you saying much. Sad meetups at your favourite ice cream place became a weekly thing, the two of you huddled in a corner, sharing a sundae and complaining about how boring your lives were now. You and Minho had ended up going to different universities in different towns and your phone calls gradually became more rare, usually you'd call him to complain about boys and he'd explain to you everything you did wrong before cheering you up and telling you that whoever couldn't see past your annoying little habits didn't deserve any of your time. He'd link you videos of his dance covers and competitions and you'd share them proudly on your social media, showing off your big brother.

Except... he wasn't your brother anymore. Minho didn't allow himself to think of that fact because every time a picture of you with some new boyfriend would pop up on his socials, a painful, unexplainable, uncomfortable feeling would twist up his guts. He was just protective of you, he still thought of you as his annoying little sister and didn't want to see you get hurt by some boy, that was all. That was how he explained it to himself.

Only he couldn't stop himself from picturing that it was his hands around your waist instead of those of the guy in the photo with you. And he couldn't explain it either. He couldn't stop dreaming of what it would be like if it was him kissing you, making you smile into the kiss instead. It was those thoughts that made Minho's breath hitch, his eyes squeezing shut as if to clear the images from his mind while the guilt and shame rose up high in his chest, ready to choke him. He shouldn't think of you that way, you were his sister, you grew up with him, it didn't matter that you weren't related by blood or family. It wasn't right, it was shameful, it was... so fucking exciting that Minho had started wearing sweats one size bigger around the house because the amount of boners he sprung unintentionally was getting downright embarrassing.

And now, he had to survive a week with you after not having lived in the same house with you for years. He'd be sharing a room with you again and you'd be in the house with his seven horny, obnoxious guy friends, none of whom had girlfriends. Just kill him now. Jisung just happened to be the target of the day but by now all of them had got their fair share of the infamous grumpy, prickly Minho who stormed and raged when something wouldn't go his way.

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"Morning, dork," Minho greeted you with a lopsided grin, then took it without missing a beat when you jumped right into his arms, dropping your luggage on the floor.

"Hi Y/N!"

You turned to Changbin, Chan and Felix, the resident extroverts, who were peeking from behind Minho's shoulder with big, cheesy smiles. 

"Hi guys! It's so weird finally meeting you in person and not just seeing you pop up in Minho's video calls!" You laughed as you got off Minho and gathered up your luggage.

"Oh no, no, I'll get those for ya," Chan took your suitcase and backpack from your hands with one finger each as if they weighed nothing and you couldn't hide the impressed expression on your face.

"Why don't we show you around?" Changbin and Felix ushered you further into the hallway, both oblivious to the daggers being stared into the backs of their heads as you happily followed them to the kitchen. Doing his best to ignore the ugly feeling already bubbling in his chest, Minho trudged down the hallway to Jisung's room to take the promised (blackmailed, really) spare mattress.

Meanwhile Felix and Changbin were showing you all the snacks that had been bought for you and you were in awe of how many of your favourites there were. You happily gushed about childhood memories of eating them at the movies with your parents and Minho.

"I hope it isn't too personal," Felix started, "but when did your dad and Minho's mom split up?"

"Minho and I were still in high school," you looked down, counting the years. "So it must have been about four, no, five years ago now? God, has it really been that long?" You almost couldn't believe it yourself.

"Do you miss your step-mom?"

"Felix, we just met the girl," Changbin elbowed Felix awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. I know we only just met in person but I feel like I've known you guys for years," you smiled at the two. "I do miss her. She's such a lovely woman. She still calls me sometimes."

Felix's gaze shifted nervously from yours to somewhere behind you and you followed it instinctively, finding Minho who had walked in at some point and was looking none too pleased.

"Come on dweeb, I'll show you to my room," he said casually but his eyes never met yours, remaining fixed on Felix.

That felt a little odd, you thought as you followed Minho down the hallway, but your brother was such a grump and so moody that you didn't think much of it, if anything it was same old same old and you couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of him trying to shelter you from guys.

Minho opened the door to his room for you and you followed him inside.

"Wow, still such a poser," you teased, eyeing the posters of dance crews and photos from dance competitions decorating the walls.

"Still such a nerd," Minho fired back without missing a tick.

"You're just jealous because nerds are trendy now and you didn't get a scholarship." It was like you were twelve years old again, only taller and in a university dorm.

"My university only gives them out for the science and engineering majors, little miss "heritage college", Minho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Alright, alright, fair enough."

"So your stuff is over there by the drawers," Minho pointed, "and I got Jisung's air mattress. I'd offer you the bed but I know you hate hard mattresses."

"Thanks, well remembered," you thumbs up-ed. "Have you got spare blankets?"

"Oh, sure, let me just find...," Minho rummaged through the wardrobe, pulling out a spare sheet. "Um, spare blankets... are apparently something I don't have," he concluded awkwardly after pulling out all his spare bedding on the floor which consisted only of sheets.

"That's okay, do any of the boys have any?"

"I know for a fact that they don't because they borrow sheets from me and destroy them all the time," Minho grumbled, "and I've seen Chan use a towel as a blanket more than once."

"We'll just share yours then, that's cool," you shrugged.

"Yeah... Yeah, sure."

Minho hurried out of the room, hit by the sudden realisation that the last time you lived together it was still common for you two to share a bed on family road trips. He tried his hardest not to imagine sharing a bed with you, how soft your skin would be if he reached for you under the covers, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs...

"You coming or what? I'm showing you the bathroom and then I have to leave for practice, come on." His voice sounded more annoyed than he'd intended, and the latter part was an outright lie. He didn't have practice but what he did have was a desperate need to go over to the dorm next door with the keys his friends had left him and jerk off in their bathroom if he had any hope of making it through the evening with you.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," you followed him back into the hallway.

"This is the bathroom you can use, I share with Felix and Hyunjin but Hyunjin barely ever leaves his room and he showers in the middle of the night so you don't need to worry about that."

You looked around the space, finding it cleaner than you'd expect in a house of eight college boys.

"And how do I work the shower?"

"I'll show you, you turn this on first," Minho guided you nearer to the shower with a hand on your shoulder, reaching past you to turn a dial on the boiler, "and then you use this knob to adjust the temperature." He reached further past you to reach it, his whole body caging yours now.

The feeling of your warmth and your faint perfume enveloping him almost made him shiver but he held fast and didn't let it show.

Something about how broad he was registered as a novel feeling in your mind. He wasn't quite like this when you last saw him, but then you hadn't really ever paid that much attention. He was always your big brother, you hadn't really noticed how strong his thighs seemed in his fitted jeans or how his hoodie seemed to stretch over his shoulders more now than you ever recalled. Because why would you notice? Why would you, and why were you noticing now? Were his eyes always so pretty and deep? They really were awfully pretty.

"What?" Minho frowned, still less than a palm's breadth away from you, fingers still clinging to your waist.

"Nothing, I just thought you had something in your hair," you lied instinctively, unsure whether Minho bought it because your eyes had never reached anywhere higher than his own. You were too distracted following the details of his lashes and the way the light reflected in his dark eyes. Something in the air had shifted, both of you knew that but both of you refused to acknowledge it.

Minho quickly withdrew his hand from your waist, mumbling about going to practice now and how he'd be back later, leaving you alone and disconcerted in the bathroom.

You heard the front door open and close before you'd even made it back into the hallway.

"Aren't you and Hyunjin going to practice too?" You asked Felix who had just emerged from the kitchen, seeming confused himself. You knew that Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were part of the same dance crew.

"Practice broke up for the holidays last week, why?"

"Oh, no reason..."

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When Minho returned it was already dark. He followed the sound of laughter to the living room to find you and Felix engaged in some sort of dance routine. Even Hyunjin had crawled out of his room, giggling happily on the couch as he directed you and Felix this way and that.

"No, no, you leg should bend inwards, not like that," Hyunjin pointed.

"How?! That's not humanly possible," you complained, trying to contort your body the way you thought he meant.

"No, silly, the other way," Felix came over to place one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, turning your leg inward and directing your movement. "Yeah, now you're getting it!"

"What are you doing?" Minho's voice cut through the jolly atmosphere and Felix took his hands off you as if he'd been caught stealing.

"Oh good, you're back! We're starving, we were waiting for you so we could order pizza," Changbin said, having just walked in as well. His keen eyes flitted between you and how close Felix was to you, then over to Minho who once again looked as if he wanted to murder someone.

"So pizza! Come on, let's choose and order already," Hyunjin joined in, having clocked the weird silent exchange.

Without a word, Minho headed for the drawer of takeout menus.

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A couple of hours later, all nine of you were strewn about the living room, pizza boxes and drinks littering all surfaces as you were all engrossed in a cheesy horror movie. You had been given the honor of the single armchair while the rest of the boys had arranged themselves on the sofa and the floor, except for Minho who perched right beside you on the armrest of the chair, claiming that it was his chair and he was not going to fully give it up.

It was unbelievably comforting to lean on Minho's sturdy frame, breathing in his familiar scent and burying your face into his hoodie during the more gory scenes. If anything, his running commentary of "for fuck's sake, you're such a baby" only added to the familiarity and comfort of the evening.

When a toilet and drink refill break was in order, Minho paused the movie and the boys rose up to stretch and take turns for the bathroom and kitchen. While Minho was busy refilling your drink in the kitchen, Felix plopped down on the armchair next to you to show you the silly picture of Hyunjin he'd promised you earlier. The others were taking their time and things quickly turned into you and Felix watching videos on his phone, huddled close on the armchair and snickering under your breaths. Felix nudged you when you teased him about showing off his own dance practice clips and you stuck your tongue out at him. Changbin had remained on the couch, scrolling through his phone but was now casting worried glances over at the two of you.

"Oh yeah? What if I caught that little tongue of yours and didn't let you have it back, hmm?" Felix said cutely, leaning over so close that you could count every freckle on his nose. There was a glint beyond just something cute in his gaze. 

You weren't entirely clueless, you didn't miss the way his eyes drifted down to your lips for a second even though you hadn't said anything. There was something a little hungry in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the realisation that Felix really was so very cute and he liked you.

"Uuuuh, hyung, can you get me one more beer too, please?" Changbin's voice was loud and tense, addressing Minho who was just about to walk back into the living room.

"Get it yourself, you lazy--"

The sound of the popcorn bowl rattling on the floor startled you and Felix, both of you bolting upright on instinct.

"I have to ask you something real quick, come here," Changbin quickly stood up and dragged Felix by the arm down the hallway. It was unmistakable this time, the sheer possessiveness with which Minho glared in Felix's direction as the lattee disappeared with Changbin into their room.

"Dude, what the fuck? What's the matter with you," Felix yanked his arm from Changbin's grip once the door shut behind them.

"Are you really that stupid? Have you really not noticed that all of today Minho has been two seconds away from ripping you a new one?"

Felix blinked rapidly, not looking exactly like a person in the know.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't act like that around his sister without his permission, man!" Changbin sounded exasperated.

"Like what? I wasn't doing anything, we were just hanging out," Felix tried to explain himself.

"Oh please, you've been drooling all over her all day! You're not fooling me and you're certainly not fooling Minho."

"Yeah, so? They're not related and they're not even technically step-siblings anymore, what's the problem?"

Changbin sighed and shook his head disapprovingly.

"It doesn't work like that, man. They grew up together, she's his younger sister and he's always going to be protective of her. Do us all a favour and give this up before you really fuck things up with Minho. I don't want to have to look for a whole new set of housemates for next year."

"Are we going to talk about what just happened, or...?"

You left the question rhetorically unfinished, looking up at Minho who had repositioned himself on the armrest next to you. He'd been way too obvious to pretend nothing at all had happened.

"He knows I don't like it when he takes my chair."

So that's what he was going with.

"Right. Okay," you muttered.

"What?" Minho nudged you with his thigh which was level with your waist where he was perching.

An idea popped into your head and in that moment it seemed like such a good way to probe what Minho was actually on about.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit peeved because I was having a conversation and we were getting somewhere before you interrupted us."

"Getting where," Minho asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, you know how I've been single for a while again? I was telling Felix about that and he's so cute, honestly I was kind of hoping he might ask me out."

No response followed, only the sound of Minho swallowing thickly as he tried not to react.

"You don't mind, right?" You had him cornered.

It felt like ice lodged in Minho's stomach at your question and he was genuinely drawing a blank.

"Minho?"

"I... I don't know. It's a bit weird, I've never had to think about it. You're my sister, I've never thought of you going out with one of my friends."

"I've been thinking though... We're always going to be close but I'm not your sister anymore, technically."

He finally looked at you and there was a weird expression on your face.

"What? Surprised that I would say that?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "You always make sure you emphasise that fact to your friends on video calls. Is it weird to hear me saying it myself?"

Minho stood up.

"Clearly you want to have some sort of conversation but I can't do this now, the guys are all coming back. Let's just finish the movie first," Minho said without looking at you as he arranged himself on the sofa.

Seungmin, Chan and Hyunjin returned with drinks and joined him and a few minutes later Jeongin, Changbin and Felix emerged from the hallway. Felix glanced at you awkwardly before joining the two on the floor, as far away from both you and Minho as possible.

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Waiting for the movie to finish was like white room torture. You couldn't concentrate on the plot at all and barely noticed when the guys would laugh or shriek at whatever was going on in the haunted house in the movie. When the credits finally rolled you sighed in relief.

Minho went to get spare towels while the boys cleaned up around the living room and bickered about who was going to shower in what order.

"Um, I'll use Hyunjin and Jeongin's bathroom for the week so don't worry about using up the water," Felix said awkwardly as he shuffled past you with arms full of pizza boxes. You nodded and gave him a tense smile in return.

With an uneasy feeling you made your way to Minho's room to unpack some of your things and ask who was going first but you heard the shower in his bathroom already running. You exhaled heavily. At least the conversation was going to be postponed for a little while, you thought as you got clothes and toiletries out of your backpack and suitcase. You laid pyjamas out on the bed as if appraising them. Couldn't you just wear Minho's? Surely he wouldn't mind that, given that he was already acting like some sort of alpha male marking his territory around you. You tucked your pyjamas back into your suitcase just as the shower was turned off in his bathroom.

You didn't want to cross paths with him just yet so you went to the kitchen to get yourself water to keep in the room for the night. As soon as you shut the door, however, you bumped into a hard, warm body. Of course Minho's. Bare from the hips up, towel riding low at his waist. Your stomach dropped and there was no stopping your eyes from roaming all over his muscled torso, the way a few stray droplets still rolled from his neck down to his sculpted chest and you forgot to breathe. When you finally dared to meet Minho's eyes he was waiting patiently, as if he knew what you would do. He handed you a clean towel as he passed you, not bothering to say anything.

You gave up on going to the kitchen entirely and clutched your toothbrush in your hand. You couldn't face going back to the room to get the rest of your toiletries and resigned yourself to borrowing Minho's as you bolted for the bathroom and had one of the fastest showers of your life.

The warm spray did little to quiet your mind but it did calm your breathing and suddenly facing Minho didn't feel so scary. You'd go in, ask to borrow pyjamas and just have a conversation. There wasn't much coherent inner monologue happening in your head and you fixed yourself up as if on autopilot, wrapping the towel above your chest to cover yourself as you left the warm bubble of the bathroom.

Minho was waiting for you, sitting on his bed and had thankfully put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When he saw you he patted the space next to him.

"Can I borrow some PJs before we do that?"

The double meaning of the question didn't occur to you until after you said it but Minho didn't linger on it and just tucked into his dresser drawer to hand you a t-shirt and pair of shorts similar to what he was wearing.

"I think they're all done in the bathrooms, you can go back out," he said quietly.

"I can just change here quickly if you just..." You motioned for Minho to turn around and he obliged, turning off the main light and leaving just the soft warm glow from the small lamp by his bed. He said cross-legged with his hands covering his lap, the only sound in the room that of fabric rustling over your bare skin and Minho had entirely given up on covering up his erection. If you noticed it, then you noticed it and that was going to be just one more conversation that needed to be had.

He felt the mattress dip and jostle slightly as you made your way to sit next to him and he finally turned around. A lump formed in his throat at how cute you looked in his shirt and shorts, and he tried his damndest not to stare at your nipples outlined by the thin fabric. He tried even harder not to think of how much this reminded him of the nights you two had spent with torches under a blanket reading books you were too young for, talking about what houses you wanted to live in and what you would do when you grew up.

"So...," you started hesitantly.

"So."

You chewed your lip. "So things have been weird, huh?"

"You might say that."

"It's not about Felix at all, is it." It wasn't a question from you.

"It's a little about Felix," Minho smiled lopsidedly, one eye crinkling.

"But it could just as easily have been about any of the boys?"

"I don't...," Minho sighed, hand going up to the back of his neck nervously. "I think you're right. Yes, I actually can physically say that," he narrowed his eyes sarcastically when you smirked at him. You breathed a little easier when his usual sarcastic demeanor resurfaced, however slightly.

You gambled and reached out to clasp your fingers around his.

"I missed you just the same as I always do, you know?"

"I know," he said, looking down at your clasped hands. "I just don't know when it started to feel... different." He looked up at you, hoping to whoever would listen that you would catch his meaning and make it easier for him, make it so that he didn't have to spell out exactly how he felt in the agonising detail that he felt it.

"It got harder to see you with other guys, boyfriends or even Felix today. It never used to bother me this much."

"Well it used to bother me," you quipped. "But now I think I kind of like it."

"Like what?"

"I like that you don't like when I'm with other guys," you looked at him square in the eyes. "And..."

He followed your eyes as they traced the lines of his neck to his collarbones exposed by the loose shirt he wore.

"Some of the things I've thought about... I felt so awful," he started carefully, voice dropping to a whisper halfway through from how it shook.

"If I made you take your other hand off your lap, what would happen?" You knew very well what it would reveal, and looked up at Minho as if to challenge him.

You knew. You knew everything. And the only reason you could know this much was if you had felt it yourself too, Minho thought and threw hesitation to the side as he took the hand you were holding off his lap, revealing his erection which was still straining in his shorts.

"What would we do, hypothetically?" Your voice was now a whisper too.

"Maybe something like what we talked about at the tree house that summer."

Minho was referring to the last year you lived together before your parents split up. They were fighting a lot and you and Minho would often end up escaping to the tree house you had built together in middle school. By then Minho had lost his virginity to his first girlfriend and being the horny teens you both were, you'd begged him to tell you what his first time was like, claiming it was so that you'd know what to do to be safe when the time came for you too. Minho had called you crazy but eventually gave in, and it had been surprisingly romantic the way it had happened for him. He'd been gentle and careful but when he'd realised how well he'd been doing and how much his girlfriend had enjoyed it, he'd got more passionate and rough and ended up even getting her to orgasm. You had listened to the story and wondering what this feeling was in your groin as Minho was telling it. A heavy, throbbing sort of feeling as images had flashed in your mind of what it would feel like to have someone do those things to you. Years later you'd realised that you had wanted Minho to be the one doing them to you but you could never tell him, he would never understand.

Except he did, and he'd felt the same way for God knows how long and you had never realised. Society would frown on you and your parents would go insane if they found out and so you desperately hoped you could keep it secret, but that was all going to be a problem for the you of a few hours later to deal with.

Because right now Minho was kissing you.

Soft, eager lips moulding around yours as his hands reached up to cradle your face. His passion poured into his kiss and you could say hand on your heart that you had never been kissed like that by anyone else. Your lips parted helplessly and sparks shot through you at the same time as a shiver swept over your skin at the feel of Minho's tongue tracing your bottom lip for permission. You moaned into his mouth and he did the same, years of repressed feelings and longing seeping out of you and guiding your lips and bodies closer together.

You moved to straddle Minho's lap and hummed high and needy at the feel of his hard cock right against your core through the thin layers of fabric separating you. He sucked your bottom lip between his and bit it lightly, greedy and wanton as he dragged his lips down your jaw to your neck where he lavished the skin with open-mouthed kisses and bites, stoking a feeling inside you just like that at the treehouse. A needy, throbbing tension between your legs that screamed to be alleviated and you instinctively ground your hips down onto his, nestling his cock right against your clit through your shorts. The pressure on your sensitive bud felt divine and you moaned more loudly, prompting Minho to shush you gently.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy, no one can know about this. No one...."

His whispering in your ear had you arching your back, pressing your breasts against his chest and your patience wearing thinner. You quieted yourself by kissing his neck, nibbling lightly on the skin and smiling against it when he sighed. Your fingers reached for the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms for you easily, letting you pull it up and off of him.

"You got really hot, you know?" It sounded stupid but you wanted him to know and the light chuckle vibrating in his chest made you smile as you continued your journey over his skin with your lips, kissing down his chest and dragging your hands over the expanse of smooth, warm skin.

Encouraged, he slipped his hands under your (his) shirt, caressing your back which only made you impatient for him to touch you where you wanted him more. You pressed your body against his and he looked up at you.

"What shall we do first, hmm?"

His voice was so soft as his thumbs rubbed circles around your waist. If it was possible to feel so safe and at the same time like wanting to rip his shirt clean off, that was where you were. Minho smiled at you tugging on his waistband and separated from you just long enough for you to slide his shorts down his legs. He had nothing on underneath because why would he.

You greedily spread your hands, touching as much bare, warm skin as you could while you slid down his body to settle in between his legs. He remained sitting upright, body curling up over you protectively and his hands slid into your hair.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and your pussy throbbed from how hard and heavy he was in your hand. A throaty hum vibrated in his chest and his eyes drifted closed for a moment but he didn't want to miss a second of you doing this to him, so he willed himself to keep them open. He was planning to take it easy, it was already difficult enough to silence the rational part of his brain but when your lips wrapped around his tip it all flew out the window.

"God..." he moaned as his head tipped back loosely and his grip tightened on your hair. You felt so greedy, you quickly swallowed down as much of his shaft as you could fit and a hungry little groan rumbled in your throat.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy. No one can know about this," you threw his own words back at him after you popped off him with a slurp, then promptly teased the tip of your tongue into the slit at the head of his cock. Minho had no comeback, he could only clench his jaw to quiet himself as he clung to the thought of not thrusting right into your throat. He couldn't resist pressing your head lower onto him though, and you took more of his cock in surprise.

You wanted to please him. You wanted to please your big brother and it didn't matter what the combination of those words sounded like at that moment. It only mattered how beautiful Minho's moan sounded when you slacked your jaw and swallowed around his crown, the weight of him pressing down on your tongue, your hand stroking him in turn.

"Wait, wait!" He was hastily pulling you up, gently tugging on your hair until you could look at him. "I don't even want to think about how you got so good at this but I want a turn now."

Something constricted in his chest when you licked your lips and smiled at him, mouth still barely an inch from his cock. He was in so much trouble. This went way beyond just thinking you were pretty. Your eyes made him want to make you shut them in pleasure, your smile made him him want to see it morph into a sigh as he filled you. You let him guide you up and then lay you back down on his bed on your back.

Your (his) shorts were sliding down your legs so easily as if he'd done this to you before. And he had, in his mind at least, only now he was getting to do it for real, to feel goosebumps rising over your skin as he took your underwear off with the shorts too and you were spread bare in front of him. There was so much flutter in your chest when you felt his fingers ghosting at the soft insides of your thighs that it made you think whether part of it was shame.

"Do you think maybe we shouldn't...."

The words died in your mouth when Minho's fingers reached your center and you felt just how effortless the glide was over your folds.

"Fuck, if you're backing out you have to tell me now, I can't take knowing what you feel like and not tasting it," he said tensely, keeping himself still in case you really wanted to back out.

You couldn't take it either, couldn't take having just a hint of what it would feel like to have him like that, and you pulled at his wrist, bringing his fingers back in contact with your pussy.

"Oh god, you're fucking precious, aren't you?"

You couldn't tell whether it was a tease but it didn't matter, not when Minho loomed over you, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you as his fingers stroked you slowly. Feeling how eager you were and how his digits slipped and slid so easily over your folds had his brain on autopilot and he was soon diving in to taste you, tongue fast and broad to capture as much of your essence as he could reach. He pressed his tongue against your clit in wide, slow strokes as his fingertips teased at your entrance and you whined quietly, terrified of anyone else hearing what you were doing with your step-brother.

He kept a steady pace but you could tell it wasn't easy for him, at times his tongue curling over your clit and a deep groan vibrating in his throat. It felt so good that despite your nervousness you were steadily getting worked up and the pricks of heat came sharp in your belly, leaving you gasping for breath. Your hands gripped at anything you could reach - the covers, your own thighs, your breasts. Minho noticed and without stopping, he dragged your hand to his hair. You pushed his head down further on instinct, grinding your hips against his face.

Easing a finger into you, he stroked your soft insides and crooked it in a way that made you clench onto it and suck in a breath.

"God, Minho, it feels so good, fuck..."

His dark eyes drank in your face twisted in pleasure and the pained way the words made it out of you and he dove back in, closing his eyes as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He looked so fucking good like that between your legs that you sunk your teeth into your lip to try and stop the carnal moans threatening to spill.

"Tell me if you're close, I'll make it good," he murmured against your folds and you whined.

"I'm close now, oh fuck... It's so good like that, just like that!"

He obliged, only quickening his finger inside you slightly and adding a second, playing with your sensitive spot so teasingly as he continued stroking your clit with his tongue.

"Mmm, mmm.... Can you suck my clit please?" You didn't know what came over you but you were feeling so well taken care of, you felt like there was no way a sweet request like that would go unanswered.

Minho stopped lapping at your clit and looked up at you, a small grin gracing his features before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just like you'd asked him.

A hot wave undulated somewhere from inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. You were panting now, barely able to get enough air into your lungs. You were so close and so acutely focused on the sensations from Minho's fingers inside you and his lips on your clit that you could think of nothing else.

Thrusting his fingers harder inside you, Minho looked up at you once more.

"Relax and just cum on my fingers, come on." It was a quiet, almost whispered command and he looked so unbelievably hot in that moment, when he closed his lips around your clit again you only lasted another few seconds before your walls were clamping down on his fingers. Your throat was locked up, too afraid to make noise, but your face was twisted in a silent scream as the orgasm surged through you. Minho kept his fingers buried inside you for you to have something to clench on, and because he loved feeling your dripping pussy pulse around them, getting to feel your orgasm directly. Your whole body wracked in a convulsion from the force of it and Minho raised himself up to lay beside you, hands reassuringly stroking over your skin while you calmed down and caught your breath.

When you could finally open your eyes properly, you found him gazing at you, dark eyes still hungry even as his fingers tamely stroked your jaw.

"It's never felt this good before, how the hell did you do that?" Your voice sounded raw and small.

"Maybe because I've imagined it so many times," Minho's smile was wry and crooked.

"Oh yeah? What else did you imagine?" You teased as much as your fucked out state allowed.

Minho chuckled lightly, tucking his head into your shoulder before raising it up so his lips were at the shell of your ear.

"So many things. Like how it would feel to have you on top of me, riding me..." His whisper thrummed inside you like the lick of hot metal. "How warm and wet you'd feel around my cock, how I could watch myself disappearing inside you as I spank that cute ass of yours from behind..."

His cock was hard and warm, precum dribbled out of his tip onto your thigh, and you moaned from the sensation of it and the filthy words he was caressing you with. You didn't feel spent anymore, all you wanted was to feel full of him, to finally know what it felt like.

"I want to feel that too. Please, fuck me..." You reached down to stroked his cock and heard him hiss before he bit your earlobe lightly.

"How do you want me, precious?"

God, the nickname made this feel even filthier. It used to be a word meant to tease you and now it had taken on a whole new meaning.

"I want what you just said. Please!"

He took your hand and guided you to sit up and turn around on all fours, fitting himself between your spread thighs behind you and reaching down to stroke your pussy again.

"You're fucking dripping for me," he remarked as he teased along your wet slit, dipping a digit in just for a second and spreading the wetness over your clit before stroking it with the pads of his fingers.

You moaned low and desperate, still sensitive from your orgasm but your hips pushed back chasing his touch regardless.

"Fuck, you don't know how good you look right now. Spread open like that for me and so wet..."

You never thought you'd ever hear such words from Minho but now that you were hearing them, you wanted only for him not to stop.

"You gonna fuck yourself on my fingers? So needy, always such a little princess, have to have whatever you want, don't you?"

He was teasing but obliging you at the same time, fingers poised at your entrance and when you pushed back you felt them sink into you deep.

"Please, oh my god, please fuck me now, I need your cock, please!"

You never thought you'd be one to beg either, but few things were turning out to be as you expected from this visit, that was for sure.

Your felt Minho remove his fingers from you and something blunt replacing the pressure at your entrance.

"Alright, stay still now."

You tried your best to do as he said, stilling your writhing his and planting your hands in front of you.

You felt the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance and popping in, but he retreated as soon as it had entered you.

A low, animalistic sound left you and you arched your back more deeply but held still for Minho. You were rewarded with the return of his tip into you and he teased it in and out of you a few times, stretching your entrance out gently and driving you out of your mind. You felt him bend over you and ghost kisses over your shoulders as his face came up to the side of your ear.

"Fuck yourself onto my cock now, come on." The whispered command made your eyes roll back as you moved your hips into him, finally taking his length in beyond the tip and nestling him fully inside you. When his hips hit your ass you both groaned, hands tightening on each other in some feeble attempt to keep things slow and not too loud.

It was unnerving how easily your bodies fell into a rhythm, Minho thrusting deeply into you and you meeting him halfway. As if you'd both imagined this very scenario and played around with how it would go down.

Tracing a hand down your back, Minho watched your silky folds swallow him up over and over as he bottomed out inside you. Both of you were holding down your moans but the slick sound of his cock working its way inside you was almost just as loud.

"Can you hear how fucking wet you are? You feel so good around me, so warm and snug I could just fill you up. Would you like that, huh?" The rasp in his voice drove you crazy and you fucked yourself onto his dick harder, keening high in your throat.

"I would love it, I would love it if you fucked me full of you..." It came out quiet and shy but Minho could feel every bit of desperation that your voice couldn't convey. Your fists clenched so tight into the covers, the deep arch to your back, the way your cunt would tighten up more on him with every deep thrust and dirty word from him.

He reached around to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts, keeling it slow and deep as he had until now and your mouth dropped open, nothing coming out. The feeling of his heavy cock dragging over your sensitised walls was hard enough to bear but his fingers on your clit made you feel like you were losing your mind. You couldn't think, breathing seemed to take so much effort and his cock inside you was almost not enough. You jerked and ground your hips desperately, taking in all of his length and swiveling your hips when he was balls-deep inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Minho! Please don't stop, just fuck me, fill me up, I want to feel it, please!"

The words kept coming out of you and you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you only wanted to feel Minho reach his high inside of you and the way his hand clenched hard onto your hips gave you a deep sense of relief.

His fingers stroked faster over your clit and he rocked into you hard, jostling your whole frame with the force of his thrusts. Somewhere in the midst of it the pressure inside you snapped, your walls fluttering around Minho's length as it worked and pressed into your tender spots and your clit throbbed under his fingers. A raw cry ripped from you as you came hard on his cock, your cunt clenching and holding him impossibly snug to where his thrusts became laboured.

Shaken, short breaths from behind you told you that Minho was at his limit and he ground his hips into you, trying to wring out the last bit of friction he needed without overstimulating you but you didn't care, you rocked back onto him yourself. He withdrew to the tip and slammed back into you once, twice, then groaned and grabbed your hips painfullly tight. His cock pulsed inside you, feeling so thick and hard all of a sudden and a warm gush of cum spurted inside you. Then another, and another as Minho rocked into you, emptying himself inside you just like you'd begged him to. One hand left the bruising grip on your hip to trail over your spine and around, grabbing your breast then pressing your chest up to bring your body up off your hands and flush with his front.

Heavy breaths expanded his sculpted chest and he kissed up your shoulder as he worked through his own orgasm, his hips twitching until his cock finally stopped throbbing inside of you. It was too hard to hold yourself up and you fell forward onto your hands again but your elbows buckled and you found yourself with your cheek pushed against the bed, hips still held in Minho's hands. He guided you to drop them and you laid down flat, his heavy frame following on top and covering yours with him still inside you.

"I could stay inside you all night," he murmured into your back, resting his head on you.

"I want you to, but you're a little heavy," you chuckled.

"Sorry," Minho said dramatically and moved back slightly, your bodies now parallel to each other with him spooning you from behind.

"Oh..."

With his cock softening inside you you felt his cum start to drip out of your well-fucked hole.

"Don't move, I got it," Minho said as he raised himself up on one arm and reached for some wipes in his bedside table. He helped clean you and himself up then settled back in place behind you. You listened to his now even breaths and felt safer than you ever had, right there in his arms. Not everything was peaceful in your mind though.

"Minho?"

"Hmm?"

"What now?"

He guided you to roll over and face him, taking your leg to wrap around his hip.

"Now we hope nobody heard us, I guess."

You stroked his hair, focusing on his glistening eyes in the grey-blue darkness.

"I'm going to have to pretend that I don't want to kiss you every time I look at you?"

Minho nodded slightly.

"And I can't have you sitting on my lap when we watch movies with our friends because all I'm gonna want is to wrap my arms around you and kiss you back."

You smirked. "Sap."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm also gonna want you dripping and screaming for me as I have you riding me, but I was trying to be romantic."

Saying that, you felt his cock stir from where it laid close to your pussy and the hardening length brushed up against your folds of its own accord.

"We can do like you wanted and have you inside me all night," you suggested teasingly.

"You really think you can sleep with my cock buried inside you and not move?"

"We can just try," you laughed airily. Minho leaned in, kissing your lips and guiding your hips closer, holding your leg to spread you apart as he slid his cock back into you.

"Oh my god, Minho..." You gasped, hips grinding involuntarily at the feel of him filling you up again.

"I know, I know," he shushed you, holding you still. "Just close your eyes and try to sleep."

He tucked your head into his chest and rested his chin on top. You closed your eyes and focused on the rest of his warmth enveloping you, the steady thrum of his heart and the light fan of his breath in your hair. You felt full but the tiredness took the raw edge away from that and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Minho moving and the sheets rustling around you as he separated from you and rose from the bed. It was still dark and you were too tired to check the time. You heard the bathroom door shut, then a minute later Minho walked back in and leaned down to kiss your lips before settling back into bed with you.

You were tired but too awake not to feel how wet you were from having his cock inside you earlier and you scooted over to him, hand trailing over his chest as you kissed his neck.

"You awake?" He asked, voice heavy from sleep and his hand joining yours over his chest.

"Mm kinda. Want you...." You croaked out, lips trailing over hot skin and settling at his nipple. He chuckled lightly and reached between your legs, stroking a finger between your folds and finding you soaked.

"Come here," he whispered and dragged you to lay on top of him, legs spread around his hips. He teased your hole with his fingers then rubbed your juices over his quickly hardening cock.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded against his chest and he guided his cock into you, both of you sighing at the feeling of being joined again. You couldn't lie, it did sting from how he'd fucked you earlier but it felt even better somehow and you wantonly ground onto his length, burying him deep inside you. He dragged you over his cock and your nipples rubbed against his skin, stiffening into peaks. He raised you up slightly so your breasts were in front of his face and sat up, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck.

You hummed in pleasure and sat up more, riding him now as you tugged on his hair, keeping his mouth on your breast as he sat up as well. His hand snuck between your bodies to thumb at your clit and your breathing got harsher. The friction from his cock was overwhelming, your raw walls already fluttering when you dropped harder onto him.

"Fuck, Minho, it hurts a little but it's good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that."

"Yeah? You sure? You don't want me stop?" He popped off your nipple then took the other to suck and drag his tongue over.

"Yes, please, it feels so good," you were begging again and Minho was starting to think he was acquiring a begging kink now because hearing you like that made his cock stiffen even more inside you.

"You look so good on top of me, come on, cum for me," he egged you on with harsh thrusts from under you, fingers still playing your clit smoothly. Your thighs ached but you could feel the crest of your orgasm flowing down already, ready to put you under and you kept fucking yourself down onto his length. He reached so deep inside you like this and the tinge of pain only heightened how good it felt. You wrapped your arms around him and dropped one last time onto his cock, walls squeezing him tight as you came on top of him.

Minho was covering your neck in kisses as you fell apart in his arms, gasping from the delicious pressure of your cunt around his dick. He reversed your positions and laid you down as he stayed inside you, leaning over you to kiss you hard.

"Think you can take a little more?" He asked, not moving until you'd said it was okay.

"Yeah, a little," you smiled at him, so fucked out and voice still heavy from sleep although you'd been moaning into his ear while you rode him.

"You feel so fucking good, I'm the luckiest bastard in the world," he kept kissing you between words as he thrust into you, pressing you down into the mattress with his hands under your thighs. You clung to him for dear life, the overstimulation setting in and making you want to scream so you bit into his shoulder. It kept you quiet but made him louder, especially once his sexed-up brain clocked what you were trying to do.

He pounded into you harder, his cock mercilessly pressing into your overused cunt and brushing against your cervix. Something else rose up in you and through the haze you realised you were about to squirt all over him.

"We're gonna need to change the sheets after this," you warned.

"Why? Oh...," it took him a second. "I don't care, that'd be fucking hot to see you cum all over me. Come on, drench me."

Your inhibitions lowered, you relaxed and let yourself focus on every bit of pressure his harsh thrusts brought and after a few more you gushed and sprayed cum all over his lower body.

"Fuck..."

The pressure forced his cock out but he quickly manhandled you and filled you up again, pounding into you without holding anything back. The wet, squelching noise your pussy made was obscene but it was in part what pushed him over the edge and he railed into you, milking himself into you and emptying his cum into you sloppily. Some of it gushed out but you liked that, reveled in the obscenity of being filled twice in one night and having covered Minho in your cum yourself.

You willed yourselves to change the bedding and collapsed into it after hastily using up more wipes. You didn't wake up again until morning.

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When you awoke again, it was from the sound of the shower in Minho's bathroom. It turned off shortly and Minho walked in with a towel around his waist. It felt like deja vu, you having seen him like that less than 12 hours ago. But the expression he wore was entirely different. Where it had been dark and cloudy before, now a wide smile was gracing his handsome features.

"Morning, dummy."

"What time is it?

"About noon. Everyone else has gone out apparently. I'll start breakfast while you shower." He put on some shorts and a hoodie and left you to sort yourself out.

Once you'd showered and dressed you made your way to the kitchen to the sight of Minho attempting to salvage somewhat charred eggs and toast.

"You still can't even make eggs?"

"Shut up, at least I'm trying. Hyunjin doesn't even do that, he orders in all the time." Minho frowned, instantly slipping back into your usual bickery dynamic.

You took half of what he'd made, giving him a cheesy smile and watching his grumpy expression lighten up again. He hated that. He was so fucking in love with you.

You chatted through breakfast, Minho listing what all his housemates were doing and guessing that none of them had heard you two from the lack of texts from anyone about it.

"So, what do you want to do today," Minho asked as he was clearing the dishes.

"I was thinking we could go to your practice studio? Felix invited me yesterday and I'd still like to go."

Minho froze in place.

"You... You want to go with Felix?"

Oh that's right. Minho's unbelievable lack of perspective when it came to other guys liking you. This could be fun.

"Yeah, he promised to teach me some choreo. That a problem?"

"You know I'm the main dancer in the crew, right?" Minho narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh? I thought Felix was, the way he moves is so..."

You found yourself face to face with Minho before you'd even finished the sentence.

"I don't give a shit. If you want to go, then go. I'm not."

You pouted.

"Oh come on, oppa. Don't be like that. Please?"

Your tone at the last word was identical to how you'd begged him to fuck you harder last night and the next moment he was kissing you hard, pressing you against the island in the kitchen.

"What do you want me to be like, then?" He asked in between kisses. "Do you want me show you what you'll be missing hanging out with Felix?"

"Can't even imagine," you teased even as his lips under your ear made you breathless.

"I'll show you then," Minho growled, turning you around and making you brace yourself against the counter. He tugged your sweatpants down with force, your underwear going with it and his other hand roamed under your shirt, greedily tracing your skin until he reached your breasts. He cupped your core, then tapped against your clit. The sudden motion had you jerking back against him but his body was caging you between himself and the counter and you only succeeded in grinding your bare ass against his erection.

He pulled his own shorts down, taking out his cock and guiding it between your folds because of course you were still wet from the night before, he'd more than made sure of that.

"Scream all you like now, no one else is here," he rasped in your ear as he gave you a rough thrust and you felt the air being driven out of your lungs.

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Not five minutes after you'd cum screaming Minho's name and gone to change your clothes did Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung walk in, joking loudly and sorting out take out.

You looked at Minho who was scrolling through his phone on his bed while waiting for you to change. He looked up at you at the same time and you both exchanged a grin.

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The rest of your visit was a never-ending stream of you and Minho fucking every night and every chance you got during the day when the others went out. Both of you getting off on the imposed secrecy of your relationship, you nearly got walked in on when you cut it too close fucking in the living room while Changbin was in the shower. Minho spilled inside you at the same time as the door of Changbin's bathroom opened and his footsteps thudded down the hallway.

After that you kept to Minho's bedroom, prompting the guys to tease you about being antisocial and never coming out to hang out. You were quick to say that you'd brought your Switch and you were too busy kicking Minho's ass, like old times. Minho would of course object, calling you a liar and pointing out that it was in fact he who had taught you the games.

The night before you had to leave neither of you slept at all. You were glued to each other, talking, cuddling and fucking desperately all night because you knew that after tonight it would be months before you'd see each other again. You couldn't easily explain a week's absence to your parents and justify not going to see them and see your own friends in your respective towns.

In the morning you left early, Minho coming to the station with you. Nervous but reassured that no one you knew was around, you kissed passionately in the deserted waiting room right up until you had to board your train. That night, Minho called you and you talked late into the night, falling asleep with each other on the call.

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Minho started his final semester and the days blended into one, with courses, practice and calls with you forming his routine. He was in the midst of studying the final choreography submission when things got on top of him. Nothing he tried felt good enough, and you could feel the stress from him when you talked, his calls getting shorter and him being more irritable.

It was late afternoon and he had been in the practice room since six a.m, feeling beyond exhausted when he final decided no good could come from pushing himself any further and he was risking injury. Head down and staring at his trainers, he punched in the code for the front door of his building and zoned out in the elevator. When he got off on his floor, he found you sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, next to your suitcase.

"Hey," you greeted.

Minho blinked at your blankly.

"Y/N? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't wait until spring break, I had to see you," your voice was soft as you got up from the floor.

Minho said nothing, only stepped towards you and kissed you feverishly, holding you close and backing you towards the door. His lips felt like rain after blistering heat and you opened up for him, tongues caressing each other and you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you," Minho blurted out mid-kiss. You'd said it to each other countless times as kids, but this meant something different. You cradled his face in your hands, his hair damp from sweat, and you looked into his tired eyes.

"I know. I love you too. Can I come in already?"

Minho fished his keys out and ushered both of you in.

"I'm really in need of a shower. No one else is in, come with me," he said as he was already unzipping your jacket and pulling your sweater over your head. You kissed him again as you both kicked your shoes off.

"I need one too, not a bad idea."

You pulled Minho's shirt off as he backed you towards the bathroom, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes littering the hallway. Minho turned on the shower and barely parting from each other, you both stepped under the warm spray. He kissed down your chest, lavishing attention on your breasts while you dragged your hands down his abs, teasing your fingers down the lines of his hips to his stirring cock.

"I missed you so much," you whined when his fingers caressed between your legs, petting your folds with a sort of tenderness he rarely showed.

"Me too, I can't wait this long again," he said as he took one of your legs, raising it to his hip as he brought you closer and found home inside your heat.

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Changbin didn't know what to make of the clothes strewn about the hallway and the shower in Minho's bathroom running. Not until he spotted your suitcase dumped in the corner and recognised the key chain decorating it that Minho had given you last time you were here when presents were exchanged. A suspicious feeling twisted in Changbin's gut and he knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but his room was in the same hallway as Minho's bathroom and he couldn't help quietly making his way to the door and listening for a moment.

"I missed you so much"

"Me too, I can't wait this long again"

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- minho is the definition of what a possessive lover could be. the darkness behind his eyes whenever he feels some sort of jealousy or an act of being toyed with- along with his soft demeanor of caring for you whenever it’s possible. it’s a rollercoaster nonetheless , but the passion behind his actions could leave you feening for weeks. “whatever i say goes, and i said get down on your knees and bring that sexy little ass to me. now!” the command would sound naughtier and meaner than intended, but he would mean it. a little pet play would bring out his domineering nature, wanting to play with you as you hummed his name with pure bliss, he would pet you, making you feel the most loved. “such a good girl,” it would please him whenever you followed his rules, because whatever such play happened in the bedroom- stayed in the bedroom. you would hiss with anticipation, letting his hands tour your body like it belonged to him. every inch of your skin, every shaky breath that left your lips, and everything having to do with your excitement was his for the taking. “don’t stop,” your words would sound like a sweet-sweet prayer as you begged him for more. more touches. more kisses. more passion. more everything. that would make minho chuckle proudly, knowing full well he’d trained you good enough to want him every second of every fucking day. whether he was balls deep in your pussy, or kissing you like his life depended on it- no matter what, you were his and he knew it.

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Kinktober 2022: Day 28

(MinChan Birthday Month Special)

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Pairing: Chan x Minho x Female Reader

Kink: Threesome

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Soft!Dom Chan, Soft!Dom Minho, Sub!Fem reader, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, multiple orgasms, creampie, praise, facefucking

Please let me know if I missed anything

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Color(s) Of This Fic: Black, Dusty Rose, and White <3

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If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

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Enjoy :)

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The early hours of the night begin to set in as you quickly scramble to do any last-minute straightening up before two of your best friends, Chan and Minho come over for your traditional movie night.

Movie nights have been a tradition amongst you three for a few years now, occurring every other weekend no matter what. Even if one of you couldn't be there in person, you still found a way to make it work. It was the one constant in your life that you cherished deeply, something to look forward to in your hectic and unpredictable life.

A signature knock on your front door sounds through the space of your living room. You quickly scan the room, making sure everything is clean before you bolt to the front door, quickly opening it.

"Hi!" You exclaim, slightly out of breath.

There they stood, black loose-fitting t-shirts and sweatpants, both of them carrying bags of snacks they just recently bought with slight smiles tugging at their lips as they stare at you with bright eyes. You blink up at them, taking a quick breath.

"Come in, come in! You two know the drill!" You holler, pulling them inside.

They chuckle in response, kicking their shoes off by the front door before walking further into your apartment.

"Where do you want us to put the snacks?" Chan asks, both of them eyeing you as you close and lock your front door.

"Over on the kitchen table for now. We'll get the snacks squared away after we make our pillow fort!" You cheer, excitement coursing through you at the thought.

They nod in response, smiling at your excitement before heading for the kitchen. You rest back against your front door, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath.

Your head always seemed to spiral every time you saw them in their natural state. Comfy clothes, hair undone and bare faces, seeing them for all their natural beauty. Of course, you loved when they were dressed up from their schedules, hair styled and makeup decorating their features. There was just something about the former that made your heart swoon.

"Y/N? You ready?" Minho gently asks, tearing you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes dart open, seeing them both standing there with their favorite pillows and blankets that you keep at your apartment in hand, waiting for you to join them.

"Yes! I'm ready!" You reply, moving away from your door and grabbing your favorite pillows and blankets from your linen closet.

The three of you work together to build the self proclaimed comfiest fort of all time. Using chairs to sling blankets over and propping pillows up in a large circle that the three of you would be lying in later. After a short while, you all stand back with triumphant smiles, admiring the result of your teamwork.

"I think this is the best fort yet!" You announce, hearing the boys hum in agreement. "Alright, snack time!"

You rummage through the bags they brought, gasping when you see your favorite snack.

"Wouldn't be a proper movie night without our favorites, yea?" Chan asks, mirroring your smile as you quickly hug them both.

"You guys are the best!" You say, grabbing bowls to dump the snacks into.

You all return to your fort, carefully sitting in the pillow circle one by one. You sit in the middle, Chan and Minho sitting on either side of you as you drag your laptop into your lap.

"Min, it's your turn to pick the movie." You inform, peering over at him as you turn your laptop towards him.

He drags your laptop into his lap, scrolling through the platform until he sees something that sparks his interest. You lean forward, quickly fixing some of the blankets and grabbing your snacks that you had set aside as Minho exchanges smirks with Chan.

Considering the amount of time the three of you have spent together over the years, the boys have noticed the effect they have on you. Never making any move to mention it but using the power to their advantage every once in a while. You, however, never seemed to notice the effect you had on them. The way their eyes would rake hungrily along your form whenever you wore something that showed off your curves. The way they would exchange looks between one another when you did something simple that just happened to make their minds wander. The way your big doe eyes looked up at them so innocently when you were speaking.

You simply drove them crazy, and tonight they planned to release some pent-up feelings.

"Ok!" He exclaims, hitting play and setting your laptop back in your lap.

The boys scoot closer to you as you push your laptop further down your legs so you can all see. Bowls of snacks in hand as you all watch the opening of the movie with eyes glued to the screen.

The majority of the movie flies by, all three of you enjoying it as your bowls grow more empty with each passing minute.

You feel Chan's hand rest on one of your thighs under the blankets before Minho's rests on your other. You peer at them both from the corners of your eyes, not wanting to react too much at such a simple touch, but it felt like electricity was surging through your limbs at the contact. You close your eyes for a brief second, composing yourself before you focus back on the movie.

You watch as the two main characters collide in a heated kiss, quickly tugging each other's clothes off as they stumble into a hotel room. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try your best not to shift in your spot. You feel Minho squeeze your thigh and you almost jolt at the feeling, watching as the sex scene unfolds before your eyes.

Minho leans closer to you, his mouth hovering right next to your ear.

"What's wrong, baby? Does this kind of stuff make you flustered?" He whispers against the shell of your ear, watching you shiver in response as his hand trails further up your thigh.

You involuntarily press your thighs together as the ache between them grows with each passing second as moans sound from your laptop. The action doesn't go unnoticed by the boys as you feel Chan inch closer to your ear.

"We could help you, baby. Could make our pretty girl feel good." Chan whispers, listening to your breath hitch as he rubs shapes against the skin of your thigh.

"Please," you whimper out, your voice small and breathy.

"Please what, pretty?" Minho asks, gently drumming his fingers along your thigh.

"Please make me feel good."

Chan closes your laptop, shuffling it out of the fort before he exchanges looks with Minho. They each grab your thigh that their hands have been resting on, pulling them to rest over their own as your head falls to rest back against the pillows. Minho's fingers come to slowly rub at your clit, watching your body jolt at the feeling as a soft moan slips past your lips.

"Our baby girl is so sensitive." Chan breathes out, holding your right thigh in his lap as he watches your hips buck against Minho's fingers.

Minho stops his movements, running his fingers along the hem of your shorts.

"Can we take these off you, baby?" He softly asks.

"Yes," you breathe out, feeling them swiftly pull your shorts off so your bottom half is bare for them.

They both groan at the sight of your bare core, feeling their lengths strain against their sweatpants. Chan's fingers glide down your slit until he reaches your entrance, circling the hole with his middle finger.

"So wet for us, baby." He says, his voice an octave lower than usual.

Chan slowly sinks his middle and ring fingers into your dripping heat, a sigh leaving your lips at the feeling. He slowly pumps his digits, watching as Minho trails his hand to rub at your clit. Your back arches at the feeling of both their hands working to make you feel good, moans falling past your lips as they watch you fall apart on their fingers.

"There you go, cum for us, baby." Minho whispers, holding your left thigh in his lap as he watches you hit your high.

You lay back, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. You hear shuffling from both sides before you feel Chan's strong arms pull you into his lap. His hard length rests against your back as he pulls your thighs to rest on either side of his own. With a hand flat on your back, he gently pushes you forward, a loud groan tearing from his lips at the sight of your bare core clenching around nothing. He runs his tip along your slit before pushing into you, a loud whimper leaving your lips at the stretch.

"I know, baby, I know. Just relax for me, yea?" He groans out, holding back the urge to fuck into your tight heat.

He bottoms out, pulling your back flush against his chest, his length buried inside you as he holds you in place on his lap. Minho walks in front of you, his hard length in his hand, the head an angry red as precum pools at the tip. He lazily pumps his length, sighs leaving his lips as he watches you look up at him with your big doe eyes. He taps his tip along your lips, watching as you slowly part your lips before he inches his cock into your mouth. You run your tongue along the underside of his length, hearing him groan at the feeling as he hits the back of your throat. He pulls his hips back, shallowly thrusting into your mouth before nodding at Chan.

Chan positions you into all fours, pushing you further down Minho's length before he slowly thrusts into your heat. You moan around Minho's length, sending vibrations through him as he fists your hair, bobbing your head faster on his cock.

"God, this is so much better than I imagined. Minho moans out. "Feels so much better than I imagined."

Chan roughly grips your hips, pounding into you as you helplessly moan around Minho, gagging around his length as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly. You feel Minho's cock twitch in your mouth, and you hallow your cheeks, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes. He holds you down against him, cumming down your throat with a loud moan before he pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips.

Moans tear from your throat, your voice hoarse as Chan speeds up his hips, moans and strings of swear words spilling from his lips as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. You cum around Chan's length at the same time he spills into your heat, your walls convulsing around him as your vision goes white.

He stays tucked away inside you for a few minutes before he pulls out, Minho taking his place behind you. Minho quickly stuffs his length into your heat, your breath getting caught in your throat at the feeling. Minho's head lolls off to the side as a low moan falls from his lips at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him.

"We've been thinking about this for so long. Couldn't wait to feel you around us, baby." Chan breathes out.

Minho starts shallowly thrusting into you, a whine tearing from your lips at the overstimulation.

"I know, baby. You're doing so good for us." Minho breathes out, feeling you clench around him at his words. "Does our baby like to be praised?"

You nod in response, watching as Chan steps in front of you. You look up at him with tears welling in your eyes as the pain of overstimulation fades into pleasure.

"Oh, baby." Chan coos, running his thumb across your cheek. "Does it feel good?"

You nod up at him, Minho speeding up his hips as Chan watches your eyes roll back, moans endlessly pouring from your lips.

"Open that pretty little mouth for me, pretty girl." Chan breathes out watching as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue for him.

He runs his tip along your tongue before inching into your mouth, feeling you wrap your lips around him as he grabs a handful of your hair. Minho harshly pulls your hips back to meet his, his thrusts growing stronger as Chan fucks into your mouth.

"There you go, baby. Taking both of us so well." Chan praises, hearing a muffled high-pitched moan tear from your throat around his length.

Chan throws his head back, speeding up his hips as he chases his second high, Minho doing the same as he roughly pounds into your heat. You gag around Chan's length, your jaw aching as he holds your head in place, fucking into your mouth as his length twitches. You swallow around him and hallow your cheeks, feeling him cum down your throat. He pulls out of your mouth watching you gasp for air, moans quickly tearing from your throat as you approach your third high.

"Give us one more, pretty." Minho groans out, his thrusts growing sloppy.

You cum around Minho's length with a scream, your body collapsing forward as Minho holds your hips up, thrusting into you a few more times before he cums inside you.

He slowly pulls out of you, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling before he pulls you back into his embrace, laying you both down. Chan lays on the other side of you, wrapping his arms around your frame as you lay in between them, gasps leaving your lips as you try and even out your breathing.

"Thank you, baby." Chan whispers, tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Welcome." You softly reply, sleep slowly taking over your form.

They both nuzzle closer to you, their heads spinning at the realization that they just fucked their best friend.

"We didn't finish the movie." You mumble half asleep.

"It's ok, baby." Minho shushes, running a hand soothingly through your hair.

"We had more important things to attend to."

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[baby-yongbok]

Thinking about fucking Minho after he tells you that he can't get his mind off of his ex. Telling him that you'll let him fill you up as many times as he needs to so that all that's ever on his mind is your tight cunt milking him.

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[thefantasyden]

Feels Like Floating

Pairing: Lee Know x Female reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

Warnings: Soft boy Minho, fingering, lots of praise and dirty talk, Minho is in loooove, some dry humping, Minho cums on readers tummy.

Word count: 1421

Summary: Minho is hopelessly in love, and it shows in everything he does with you.

"Min, why do you keep staring at me?!"

You were working on your laptop next to him, enjoying his company while he did his own thing, but he'd spent the last 5 minutes staring at you intently, almost as if he was trying to memorise every detail of your face.

Minho was enamoured with you. You were so sweet and kind, and you took such good care of the other members when they were around. He loved how gentle you were, and he truly thought you were his perfect missing piece.

"You look cute when you're focused." He smiles to himself, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Can you take a break?"

You whine playfully at him, telling him that you absolutely can not while you're moving to his lap, straddling him as you bury your head in his neck. Your arms wrap tightly around him, and you can feel the joy eminating from him as his own find purchase around your waist, small kisses being pressed to the top of your head as he pet your hair. You're all but melting in his arms, completely relaxed as you sink into the couch with him.

Everything was always easy with Minho. There was a perfect amount of push and pull between you, and he always knew exactly what you needed.

You stay in that position for longer than you intended, too wrapped in the wonderful warmth of his body to move until you feel something pressing against your thigh, shifting slightly in a brief moment of confusion before you hear him hum out a low moan.

"My love, could you stop fidgeting?" He asks gently, lifting your head with his finger to plant a kiss on your lips. The way he was so sweet when he spoke to you had you melting in his arms, ideas sparking in your head as you shifted again.

You're met with a look of confusion, which immediately shifts to a playful smile when he sees the cheeky look in your eyes that tells him that you know exactly what you're doing. His hand dropping from your hip in favour of patting your butt.

"Are you restless, or are you trying to rile me up?" There's a knowing tone to his voice, and you're well aware that he just wants to see the way your face flushes red when you tell him that you want him.

"I just want some attention from my favourite man. Is that so bad?" It's an innocent enough question, but it's met with a deep moan from Minho as your hips meet once again.

The next kiss is harder, and he's holding your cheek as he slips his tongue into your mouth, savouring the tiny whimpers you let out as you try to subtly grind down on his lap to relieve the tension that was building inside of you. You were always a little quick to lose control when you were feeling needy with Minho, and it gave him a deep sense of pride to know that you trusted him enough to let yourself react to him without thinking.

You're whining when he pulls away, staring down at him with a pout that makes his heart beat faster, thoughts of all the other pretty faces you'll be making for him stirring in his minds eye.

"Come on, baby. Bedroom." There's a pat to your thigh that accompanies his words, and you're quick to stand, almost running toward your room with him in close suit.

Very little time passes before his hands are finding purchase on your waist again, and his lips are connecting with yours between happy giggles and whistful sighs as he guides you back toward the bed. He's careful, laying you down like a porcelain doll before he settles between your legs, lips moving from yours to trail tender kisses along your exposed neck.

"You're always so responsive to me, baby." He can't help but coo when your moans meet his ear, your hips rolling into his own as his tongue laps over your sensitive skin and sends shock waves of pleasure straight to where you need him most. "You look so cute when you're like this. My sweet Kitty. Should I help you out?"

His hand snakes beneath your shirt for a moment to grope your chest, delicate fingers brushing over your nipples for just a second before he pulls your shirt off completely. He loves the way you still blush when he starts stripping you.

"Please. Want your fingers." The words surprise you a little, but they get you exactly what you want, which is your pants being tugged down before your boyfriend is running two fingers along your pussy over your underwear, humming as he feels how wet you already are just from kissing him.

"Oh, my sweet girl." He's smiling, wet kisses being planted along the spanse of your thighs as he slips his fingers beneath your underwear. He doesn't like to waste time, his thumb immediately rubbing firm circles at your sensitive clit. He usually wouldn't hesitate to tortue you like this, but you looked so helpless and ready as you stared down at him that he couldn't focus on anything but making you feel good. "You're so good for me, you know that? So beautiful like this." A finger is pressing inside you as he speaks, and you're sure you'd try and respond if you weren't gasping for air as he pressed against your gspot, testing the waters before he adds another finger.

"You're so wet. You can hear it, can't you? So wet just for me." He's babbling a little, dizzy at the view he has if your soaked pussy gripping his fingers as they're thrust in and out of your hole.

He pauses, massaging your gspot and taking in the choked noises you let out in response. "Do you think you can cum for me, pretty girl? Wanna feel the way you squeeze my fingers when you cum. Will you do that for me?" He knows you will. You're already on edge and it doesn't take long for him to have you shouting his name, your pussy tightening around his skilled fingers as he works you through your high until you're whimpering that you're too sensitive. It might be the most delicious sound he's ever heard.

He stands for a second to kick off his pants, his shirt being tugged recklessly over his head until he's able to press his naked body against your own, the warm feeling of his skin or yours sparking a new surge of need that only he can fill as you tug him into a messy kiss that is mostly tongues and panting, his cock sliding through your slick folds making the most sinful noises.

"Please." The words are whispered into his mouth, hips bucking slightly before he's teasing your hole with the tip of his cock, only resting it there.

"Do you want me to fuck you, my love?" It's less of a tease and more of a request for confirmation, though you thought your answer would be obvious. You opt for wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for another kiss, and that seems to be plenty for him as he slowly pushes his length into you, swearing against your neck at how perfectly you fit him.

He's lying on top of you, leaving tiny marks across your chest and neck as he rolls his hips into you, ensuring he hits the right spot every time. "Love you so much, baby." He whispers his love to you like a secret, something only you should ever hear as he gets painfully close to his high, his thrust becoming a little more desperate but keeping the same calculated rhythm that pushes you toward your second orgasm of the night.

"You're my pretty baby. My angel. Fuck. Wanna keep you all to myself. You take me so fucking well, angel. Wanna give you everything you ever want." You wish you could respond to him to tell him that you're only ever going to be his, but his rambling pushes you over the edge and the way your pussy clenches around his length has him losing it, rushing to pull out so that he can cum on your tummy. The room is filled with your combined panting, and he falls beside you, almost drifting off before realising you were lying still, his cum coating your skin.

"Shit, sorry baby. Let me get you cleaned up!" He's scrambling to get tissues, and you can't help but giggle at him, feeling a deep gratitude for the sweet bunny boy that owned your heart.

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[linos-kitten]

EXCUSE ME? CALLING ALL MY PRECIOUS MINHO STANS. GATHER AROUND, THAT'S OUR HUSBAND. THIS IS THE LEE MINHO.

I HAVE NO WORDS. I’M BASICALLY ALMOST CUMMING RN HOW IS HE SO FUCKING HOT. HOW ??!!!

I’M ON MY ALL FOURS, BARKING, DROOLING, KICKING MY FEET, CUMMING, SCREAMING, ON THE FLOOR, BEGGING AND JUST DYING.

(CREDITS TO THE OWNER FOR THESE PHOTOS, THIS WAS ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE MY DAY GOOD, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME GO ON ALL FOURS BARKING)

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Reaction to thigh riding - Lee Know (Stray Kids)

Lee Know:

Not shy at all. On contrary. He’s gonna mock you and joke about you being dirty girl and encourage you to go faster. He’s not lifting a single finger to help you out. He’s sitting there like an emperor and enjoying the show. He’s gonna mock you how worked up you look. He’s gonna intentionally tense and loose his muscles in order to give you extra hard time. Growling and smirking all the time. Once you are done, he’s grabbing you flipping you onto the couch, towering over you and darkly announcing it’s his turn now.

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[lavenderbexlatte]

day 25 - restraining

stray kids 1.3k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Lee Minho NSFW

🖤 warnings: ropes n knots n such, lino is a little bitch and it’s his best quality, a boner but no explicit sex so you’re safe lmao 🖤

🎂 happy minho day~

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It's like he's teaching you not to say anything unless you mean it.

Sure, you'd snapped at him, last time. It was hasty and it wasn't all that nice, but you'd been at the end of your rope, and you didn't mean anything by it.

Minho is squirmy, see.

Impatient. Handsy, with you, and heaven help anyone who tries to get him not to be. He doesn't listen well, and he doesn't set much store by rules or recommendations. That's fine, most of the time, because it's funny and it pisses off other people.

But when you're trying to get through a scene with the newest toy in his collection, something that he'd bought and he'd wanted to try, with you in charge, and he doesn't listen?

When you tell him to keep his hands to himself, and he can't? When you tell him to wait for you, and he doesn't?

It's not exactly easy.

"What the fuck am I gonna have to do, tie you to the bed?!" you'd snapped, when you'd found Minho's hands up your top for the tenth time that night.

You'd thought, at the time, that he was mad about it.

He went silent after you spoke to him like that, letting you finish up without any more argument or sneaky touches. It's not like he's shy with his opinions, but the way that he'd clammed up was not unlike the way he pouts when he feels wronged.

It's also not like you're too self-important to apologize, and the next time the two of you carved out time to be together (he's not that upset, you'd thought, or else he would have blown you off), that's exactly what you intend on doing.

You let yourself into his place and head for his room, like always. When you get there, you find two things.

Minho, and a roll of extremely nice kink-grade rope.

"What's this?" you ask, equal parts suspicious and interested.

"You don't know?" he says. "It was your idea."

"My idea?"

"Yeah. You wanted to tie me to the bed," he says, in an awful approximation of your voice.

He's such a pain.

He's not angry, which is good, and it doesn't even seem like he wants you to apologize, but goddamn is he a pain.

"I wasn't thinking, when I said that, I didn't mean it," you say, exasperation replacing everything else.

"How am I supposed to know when you mean it and when you don't?" he says, all mock innocence. "You said tie, I heard rope, here you go."

"If you could just listen, I wouldn't have to say things like that," you answer.

Minho's grin, so feline, so fucking attractive, is dark and knowing. "I don't listen, we both know that. So there's only one solution."

It's obvious that he wants this. Very badly, considering he ordered rope and had it ready after approximately four days. It's also obvious that he's going to make it seem like your idea, rather than his. Idiot. Can't even admit when he wants something.

"To tie you up," you say.

"Like you want. Like you threatened."

You'd be more annoyed about his attempts to bait you, if you weren't so certain that he would look fantastic all strung up and unable to move.

"You don't really have a good bedframe for that," you say, all appraisal, as you look over his bedroom furniture, his bed's solid headboard.

"That's a cop-out."

"Just an observation."

"So you're saying you won't do it," he prods.

You look at the silky black rope in his hands, and up at his face, trying and failing to look like a picture of disinterest.

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all."

Some time later, you find that you were absolutely right.

He's a vision, like this.

You're far from a shibari expert, but you've done a pretty good job on him with normal artless knots and loops. The length of rope was just enough to figure something out, and Minho himself just laid there in wide-eyed interest as you maneuvered him and the rope and ended up here.

Minho is on his back for you, motionless, completely naked, and gorgeous.

His hands rest on the mattress by his shoulders, secured around the wrists, with a length of rope between them that goes beneath him. If he lifts his hands, the section of rope lets him get only an inch or so up before he's pulling the line under his body taught and digging it into the nape of his neck.

Tension keeps him from just pulling his hands over his head and freeing them, because the trailing ends of the rope go down his spine, a loop around his middle, and then to his ankles. Each free end of rope secures an ankle to the bottom posts of the bed, just barely long enough to hold his legs fast. If he'd gotten any shorter of a rope, you would have run into trouble.

He could just sit up and wiggle free, or he could scoot down the bed and stand up, though his hands would still be tied.

But it works.

Because of course, the intention isn't to trap him with no escape, or to hurt him. It's all in the game, the idea that if he tries to do the small motions that feel the most natural - raise a hand, or bend his knees - he simply can't.

"Not bad," you say, appreciative, running your hand down his torso just to watch him shiver as you slip down the bed again. "Lemme just check the bottom knot..."

Minho has been tugging on his restraints here and there as you worked, but this moment is the first where he really seems to be surprised by them. His hair falls into his eyes as he turns his head to follow you, and he goes to push it back with one hand, only to be stopped. Because of course, he can't do that. He can't move.

He makes a tiny surprised sound, that turns into a whine.

The knot at the foot of the bed is secure, and you stand back up in time to see Minho's cock twitch, leaking an amount of precome that's probably embarrassing him.

"Oh, you like this," you say, needlessly, just so he has to hear it. "You like this so much."

"You wanted to do it," he says, but his voice lacks the bite he probably intended.

"I didn't, actually, but now that we've done it I have no idea how I lived before now," you simper, overdramatic.

"Can you at least undress?" he asks.

You'd felt no need to, as you crawled all over, situating his restraints, so you're still wearing all of your clothes. It's a nice contrast, now. You, still dressed in the clothes you'd put on that morning, normal and unassuming. And him, wearing nothing but his ropes.

"If you ask nicely."

"Can you please undress?" he asks again.

No bitching. No teasing.

Oh, you've got him now.

"I suppose," you say, with a long-suffering sigh.

You could go slowly to tease him garment by garment, but that's no fun for you, not when he's right there and all yours.

No, it's much more satisfying to shed your clothes and climb right up to straddle Minho's waist, to look down on him in his prone position. Normally his hands would be on your thighs, or around your back, going to squeeze your ass, but he can't do that, can he?

"I'm gonna ride you until I fucking cum," you inform him, with the same tone you'd use to tell someone that the mail is here. "And what are you gonna do?"

It's a rhetorical question, but Minho still opens his mouth to answer, and then fades, as he realizes there's nothing clever for him to say.

"Oh, that's right," you say, reaching down to stroke over his beautiful flustered face. "Nothing."

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