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Try Me

pairing: Dom!Lee Minho x Dom!Female Reader

wc: 2.4k

cw: explicit sexual content, friends to lovers, power struggle, mutual edging, brat taming, switch dynamics, rough sex, dry humping, oral, unprotected sex, marking, orgasm denial, teasing (lmk if I missed anything here) (not proof read)

Minors DNI

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Summary: You and Minho have been circling each other for months, too stubborn to admit who wants who more. But when a heated argument in his shared dorm turns physical, it becomes a full-blown battle for dominance. You push him, he pushes back, and neither of you is willing to submit.

Minho’s room is dim, the only light coming from the glow of his monitor still running something in the background. The air is warm, still humming with leftover energy from whatever half-assed argument had started earlier in the night. You’re both standing too close now, the kind of close that begs for someone to break first.

Minho leans back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he eyes you with a slow, calculated gaze.

“You always gotta act like you're in charge,” he says, voice low, laced with challenge.

You scoff, stepping in and crowding his space on purpose. “That’s funny, coming from someone who’s all talk every time I get near you.”

His eyes flicker. He shifts his weight but doesn’t back down. “Keep pushing me, and we’ll see who really folds first.”

You smile, just a little cruel. “You think I’d fold for you?”

He lets out a laugh but there's tension behind it. You know he’s been waiting for this. Maybe you have too.

You lean in, your chest brushing his. “What’s the matter, Min? Scared if I got on top of you, you’d actually like it?”

Something in his jaw twitches. He doesn’t move away, but his voice dips even lower. “You really wanna test me in my own bedroom?”

“Why not?” you whisper. “Unless you’re worried about Jisung hearing the way you moan.”

He pushes off the desk before you finish the sentence, one hand gripping your jaw, not rough, but firm, asserting pressure. His face is close now, eyes boring into yours.

“If you’re gonna run your mouth,” he murmurs, “you better be ready to back it up.”

You tilt your chin up, smirking. “Then try me.”

A beat.

Then his mouth is on yours, and it’s not sweet or hesitant, it’s sharp, a collision of lips and teeth and stubborn pride. You grab at his hoodie, pulling him closer, and he presses you backward until your thighs hit the bed.

The kiss breaks just long enough for you to breathe, and even then, barely.

He stares down at you, pupils blown wide. “You really want to do this here? With Jisung two doors away?”

“I’m not the one worried about getting caught,” you taunt, falling back onto the mattress like an open invitation.

Minho follows, slow and predatory.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

But the way your legs spread to make room for him says otherwise.

Minho’s weight settles between your thighs like it belongs there. He doesn’t rush. His hand slides up under your shirt, warm fingers dragging across your stomach like he’s claiming the space inch by inch. You arch just a little, more to provoke than invite.

“You gonna play nice now?” he murmurs against your throat.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Not even close.”

Your fingers tangle in the neckline of his hoodie, yanking him down until your teeth scrape the edge of his jaw. He makes a low sound, something between a growl and a groan, but you don’t let him linger. You flip him fast, thighs tightening around his hips as you push him onto his back. The look on his face is priceless, surprised, impressed, turned on.

You straddle his waist, smug and slow as you roll your hips down against him. “Didn’t think I’d pin you that easily, huh?”

His hands flex at your hips, but he doesn’t push. “You think this means you’re winning?”

“I know it does.”

He scoffs, gaze dropping to where your bodies grind together, friction heavy even through clothes. “You’re cocky.”

“And you’re hard.”

That earns you a sharp slap to your thigh, more a warning than punishment. You smirk.

But Minho’s done letting you lead.

In one swift move, he sits up, grabs your wrists, and flips you underneath him again, this time with intent. The mattress dips beneath the shift, and your back hits the sheets with a soft bounce. He looms over you, knee nudging your legs apart.

“Didn’t think I’d pin you that easily,” he echoes, voice pure sin.

Your wrists are pinned above your head now, held with one hand while the other slips under the waistband of your shorts, his fingertips dangerously close to heat.

“You gonna be a good little brat and take what I give you?�� he whispers, lips brushing your ear.

You shiver but tilt your head defiantly.

“Make me.”

His grip tightens.

“Oh, I intend to.”

He kisses you again, messier this time, all teeth and tongue, biting at your bottom lip hard enough to make you gasp. It’s punishment for mouthing off, and it works. Your thighs twitch around his hips, body reacting even if your mouth won’t give in.

His hand finally slips inside your shorts, knuckles brushing your slick.

“Already wet?” he murmurs, almost disappointed. “Guess you do like being under me.”

You hiss through your teeth, back arching. “I’m wet cause I’m winning, asshole.”

Minho’s smile is all teeth as he drags his fingers down slow, teasing. “Not for long.”

Minho’s fingers slide through your slick folds like he owns the place. The look in his eyes is unforgiving, focused, sharp, like he’s got something to prove. You’re not surprised. He always plays like he has a point to make.

He circles your clit slow, infuriatingly light, just enough to make your hips twitch.

“You're gonna come so fucking fast,” he murmurs. “And then you’re gonna beg me to let you do it again.”

You glare up at him, breathing hard. “You’re dreaming.”

He presses his thumb down suddenly and your whole body jerks. The moan escapes before you can catch it, but his hand slams over your mouth almost immediately.

“Uh-uh,” he taunts, voice low and threatening near your ear. “Don’t let Jisung hear how pathetic you sound.”

Your eyes flutter as he keeps working you, two fingers sliding in, curling just right. Your thighs shake, breath caught somewhere between a curse and a cry. You’re close, so close, and he knows it.

But then he stops.

Just… gone. His fingers pull out and leave you empty, clenching around nothing. You bite back a scream as he pulls his hand away, smug and shining with your slick.

“Oops,” he says, sucking one finger into his mouth. “Guess you don’t get to come yet.”

You lunge.

Your legs wrap around him and twist, flipping him onto his back again before he can blink. You’re on him in seconds, knees planted on either side of his chest, pinning his wrists to the bed.

He blinks up at you, breathing just as hard, face flushed. “So you do like being on top.”

“I like seeing you squirm,” you snap.

And you make good on the promise.

You slide down, grabbing at the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging them down enough to free him. He’s hard already, leaking at the tip, and you waste no time wrapping your hand around him.

“You’re gonna come so fucking fast,” you echo mockingly, stroking him slow and mean. “And then I’ll make you wait while I fuck myself on your face.”

He curses under his breath, hips jerking up into your hand. But you don’t speed up. You slow down, just enough to tease, to make him twitch.

When his head falls back, throat exposed and lips parted, you lean in.

“You moan too loud and Jisung’s gonna know who really breaks first.”

His breath stutters, body tensing, but then his eyes snap open, feral.

“You think this is breaking?” he growls, and suddenly he’s moving again, fast and violent.

He grabs your wrist, yanks you down by the back of your neck, and kisses you like he’s starving. His free hand sneaks between your bodies, finds your clit again, and rubs you in tight, furious circles.

You gasp into his mouth, hips stuttering. “Fuck, Minho!”

“Come on,” he snarls. “Do it. I dare you.”

You’re both panting now, foreheads pressed together, locked in a battle of stubborn pleasure. You’re so close you’re seeing white, clenching around nothing, his cock pressed between your bodies, angry, leaking, neglected. But you won't beg. Neither of you will.

You pull your hand away from him just before he tips. He does the same to you.

You lie there, ruined, chests heaving, sweat dripping down your backs, and neither of you has come.

“Fuck you,” you mutter.

Minho laughs, breathless. “You’re trying.”

The room is heavy with sweat and unfinished lust. Your bodies are tangled, flushed, tense like a live wire stretched too far.

Minho’s hair is stuck to his forehead, chest rising and falling with short, frustrated breaths. Your thighs are trembling from being worked up and left empty, but neither of you is willing to say it, not yet.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes roaming your body like he’s memorizing every twitch.

“You’re shaking,” he says, smug and soft.

“So are you,” you snap, but there’s less heat behind it now.

You crawl over him again, straddling his thighs this time, and when you reach for his cock again, slick and throbbing, his whole body jolts.

“Don’t you fucking-”

But you’re already sinking your mouth onto him.

Minho lets out a sound that might’ve been a growl, might’ve been a moan, he doesn’t even know. Your hand works what your mouth doesn’t reach, and you’re ruthless, punishing. His hips twitch but you hold him down, using your weight and grip to keep him still.

His hands grab at the sheets, jaw clenched tight, but his eyes flutter. “Fuck, fuck, you’re not gonna, shit, stop-”

You don’t.

He’s so close you can feel it in how he stiffens, how his abs lock under your arm. He moans your name, almost pleading, almost like surrender. But you pull off at the last second, lips soaked, mouth smirking.

“Thought you said I was gonna fold.”

He sits up fast, furious and flushed. “Get on the bed. Now.”

“You gonna make me?”

He grabs your thighs, flips you over like you weigh nothing, and shoves two fingers inside you so fast you gasp, back arching.

“Still so fucking wet,” he grits out. “You love being ruined like this.”

You try to buck against him, to bite back your cries, but your body betrays you. You’re soaked, sensitive, and on the edge again in seconds.

And this time he doesn’t stop.

He fucks you with his fingers while mouthing at your throat, sucking hard enough to leave bruises, pressing his palm against your clit until your legs jerk and your breath hits a high, shuddering pitch.

“Go on,” he growls. “Come for me. Fucking do it.”

You snap.

Your orgasm crashes over you so hard you cry out, sharp and involuntary, thighs clamping around his hand. You try to muffle it, biting your wrist, but it’s loud enough to echo.

From the living room you hear Jisung, “Jesus Christ, are you guys serious?”

You’re too far gone to care.

Minho pulls his hand away, licking his fingers like a reward, but you’re not done.

You push him back, panting, and sink down on his cock without warning.

He shouts, not expecting it, not prepared, and you ride him like you're trying to kill him.

Fast, punishing, furious.

“You wanted this?” you hiss, nails dragging down his chest. “Take it.”

His hands grip your hips so tight you’ll have bruises tomorrow, but he doesn’t stop you. He lets you fuck him raw, lets you chase your own pleasure, until it’s his, too.

Minho’s eyes squeeze shut. His mouth falls open. “Shit, fuck, I’m-”

You clench around him, and he spills with a strangled groan, back arching, fingers bruising your waist. The two of you collapse together, a tangled, wrecked mess of sweat and pride and stubborn, burning want.

Silence.

Just heavy breathing.

Your head rests on his shoulder. His hand strokes your spine without thinking. You’re both too wrecked to move.

After a long beat, he mumbles, “You didn’t win.”

You hum against his skin. “Neither did you.”

Another pause.

Then, muffled through the wall, “Can you two not do this while I’m alive?”

You snort. Minho grins against your temple.

“Next time,” he says, “I’m gagging you.”

“Next time,” you say, “I’ll make you beg.”

The room smells like sweat and sex and Minho’s cologne. Your limbs are heavy, stuck to his with skin-on-skin dampness and no desire to move. Your chest rises and falls against his as you both try to remember how to breathe.

Neither of you says anything for a while after that.

Then…

“You drooled on me,” he mutters.

You snort into his collarbone. “You came like a virgin.”

He slaps your ass, half-hearted. “You rode me like you hadn’t come in a year.”

“Maybe I hadn’t,” you mumble. “Was waiting for you to stop running your mouth.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t tie you up.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t ride your face.”

He groans, dramatic, arm thrown over his eyes. “Stop talking. You’re gonna make me hard again and I just recovered.”

You hum smugly, tracing idle shapes across his chest. “Sounds like a you problem.”

He peeks at you from under his arm. “Give me five minutes.”

“Three,” you challenge.

A pause.

His lips twitch. “Done.”

You grin.

But before either of you can make good on that threat, a sharp knock hits the door.

“I swear to God,” Jisung’s voice comes through, exhausted, “if you two start round two while I’m still in this dorm, I’m calling Chan.”

You both burst into laughter, lazy and giddy from the high, limbs tangled like you forgot how to be separate people.

“Maybe we should invite him next time,” you say, deadpan.

Minho smirks. “You’d let someone watch you submit to me?”

You turn your head slowly. “I submitted?”

“You came first.”

“Did you hear yourself when I got on top of you?”

“Because you were milking me like a fucking machine-”

“Didn’t hear a complaint.”

“Because I was too busy seeing God-”

You kiss him quiet.

Not gentle. Not sweet. Just honest.

His hand comes up to your cheek, holding you there, like maybe you’re not going anywhere this time.

When you finally break apart, he whispers against your mouth, “So… what are we calling this?”

You raise a brow. “Friends with very competitive benefits?”

“Terrifying benefits.”

“Earth-shattering benefits.”

He grins. “Rematch tomorrow?”

You tilt your head, smug.

“You’ll need more than three minutes.”

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DISCLAIMER ⚠️(this is just for fun we don't know anything and is ok like this)

I'm curious. 🤭Tell me some things you think are true about the sexual life of Stray Kids and things that probably aren't true, but fetishes that fans have projected on them. They can be unpopular opinion too, of course 😗

I start I personally think that jeongin or bang chan are a bit fuckboys in the industry. I don't know way but they gave me this idea ahahsha🫠

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I actually think that all of skz members are straight, maybe some of them have had some kind of exploring about their sexuality at some point with the same gender but don’t seem like it that these guys are gay or part of the queer community

Yeah I think so. meaby felix sometimes I thought he could be BI but his genderless styles doesn't mean anything about his sexuality I was just curious what people think thank you <3

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Sub Chan links

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT || NSFW

the start of a long night.. (2)

he couldnt wait for you to get home..

overstimulating him

teasing

trying something new (TW: tied up)

letting him cum after edging him all night

bonus!!

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—[bang chan links] ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ mdni.

warnings: porn. infidelity.

after an argument that led to a small break up chan shows you he never wants to be away from you again.

frenemy!chan hates you because you're arrogant and mean, but he really is in love with you. So, when he sees you breaking down over yet another failed date, he proves to you that you don't have to cry over people who are unworthy of you.

chan fingers your pussy while your boyfriend is in the other room sleeping.

chan prefers handjobs when he’s feeling submissive & needs to release tension that’s built up from his stressful day.

when chan is on tour he sends you videos of him pumping his cock to show you how much he misses being inside of you.

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(nini’s notes) !! 101024

helloo, i’m back with individual member links i will be posting the other members soon (: have a nice day!! 🐇

asks are open if you have a concern, question, or request!

<pls lmk if there’s a problem with any links or if you notice any spelling mistakes, thanks☺️>

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Demon lee know! [Minors dni]

"Can we talk,Y/N?" Your eyes shot up as you heard his husky voice. Your friends' laughter died soon seeing his posture. You rolled your eyes. Lee know, your classmate. You both went to the same faculty. Everyone said he was mysterious. He seemed so nerd but aint one.

He was a demon. An obsessed demon.

"We had nothing to talk about,lee know" you said in a harsh tone. You would catch him staring at you during the semester sometimes.. At first,you didn’t mind thinking those were friendly stares. Even sometimes you would walk up to him and had a friendly 'hi-hello' conversation with him. He would always stare. He was never the one to walk towards one and start talking as him being the typical gentle type nerdy man,always hiding in the corner under dark... At least you had never seen him doing that in the whole semester. Darkness & forest attracted him. He would rather go to the field staring at the green than befriending with classmates. He was indeed a mysterious introvert after all.

"I insist,Y/N,pleas-" you cut him off screaming, "why the hell can't you understand this Lee know?Gosh!I am so tired of you!I told you!" Lee know looked taken aback for your sudden screams in front of the other students. You started giving a nice show to them. He looked around and saw some students laughing at him. He clenched his fists looking at the floor. He was never that much degraded down by anyone. His jaw tightened.

His head was spinning in anger. He wanted to crush all those heads in a snap.

"I was just being nice with you and look at you! I told you we are barely friends! I-I dont like you!" you screamed the last words pushing his built chest with all of your strength and he stumbled a few steps backwards.

His eyes flickered trying to coo you with his lullaby.

"Y/N-stop it" he said in a serious tone,clearly not liking the stares and gasps he was receiving from his classmates. Some were even recording the scene on phones.

"Why!I even told you multiple times to stop saying 'you like me' and those pathetic stuff!have you ever listened?" you pulled some hair strands behind your ear roughly. You had had enough. This man was just being so irritating. You did told him nicely he had not been your type, didnt you? He was the one who made you do this drama in front of other students.

"Women dont like pitiful thing like you LEE KNOW!" one of your classmates shouted out making others laugh at the man standing in front of you. You looked away in disgust.

Bang Chan,your boyfriend suddenly came over to your rescue and placed his long arm over your shoulder. Your eyes brightened seeing this man which earned him a deadly glare from lee know.

"Listen,Lee know, right?Why would Y/N go for you when she has a thousand times better option standing by her,huh?" You heard your boyfriend muttered those words followed by some 'ouch' from the spectators. You looked around and felt a little sad for him. Part of you became guilty when you saw Lee know glaring at the floor quietly. Oh! You shouldn’t have humiliated him in front of others. You and your anger! You cursed yourself. You had no intention of making this drama or humiliate him. And there your boyfriend Bang Chan was determined to make the situation worse for you and Lee know.You were really sorry for him.. But little did you know that it was already too late. You had awaken something.

"Look,lee know You are such a sweet man but you are not my type..I told you before,didnt I?..I-I am sorry for this.. I should have thought before creating such scenes... Please leave me alone" you said in a calmer tone and waited for him to look at you and say something as he wiped the corner of his mouth using his palm. However, it never came. He was glaring at his shoes. His eyes were glowing red which none of you noticed yet.

"I-I am sorry..I must leave now" you mumbled and waited for his response before you leave. Just like before, it never came so you pushed the arm of Chan off your shoulder and ran away quickly.

You leaned your head on the wall of the corridor hiding yourself from other students. Putting your head between your palms,you started sobbing. You never wanted to insult Lee Know. But a part of you and the situation had made you do that.

"Baby,you are here!" you heard Chan's worried voice. He took a breath of relief before pulling you into a warm hug. You clasped his shirt and sobbed harder.

"Hey~" he cooed with his husky voice, "don't cry Y/N.. You did good. That was not your fault"

"Chan....I didn’t want to humiliate him-in-in front of others... It just came out that way..you-you know he had been following me saying th-those stuff des-despite knowing I am com- committed in a re-" you hiccuped. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently wiping off the tears and placed his warm lips over yours. You hiccuped between the kiss and tried to push him away. You were not in the mood of kissing him after creating up such a mess. But he didnt let you go. Rather he pushed you lightly against the wall behind you and moved his lips passionately as his fingers intertwined with yours..

He broke the kiss and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, "better?" you nodded. He definitely knew how to make you feel better no matter how terrible the situation was.

"No one can't resist my kiss,you know?" he winked at you making you throw some playful light punches on his chest. You smiled seeing him smiling at you as if he had just cracked the best joke of the century. Bang chan was the sunshine of your life. You hugged him tightly.

"And things happen like this Y/N..these are the parts of life... We all know how soft and caring you are.. And-I know you can't hurt anyone. But things happen sometimes...but you said sorry to him,right? " he patted your head pinching your cheeks.

"I just hope-He doesn’t trouble you throughout the rest of the semester" he murmured in your ear before tugging you to the corner to kiss you more passionately.

Lee know came out of the corner where he had been hiding. He actually ran after you to apologise again though he truly believe he didnt do any wrong. He was hurt when you screamed at him in front of others. He had angry tears in his eyes in degradations but his tears and his humiliations were not so important to him than your crying posture. He could hear your mind. You were so sorry and worried for him.So he ran after you only to find you crying in guilt for shouting at him. And that moment all of his pain got vanished. You were worrying of him,thinking of him. Your heart was in a mess for him. It made butterfly in his stomach. He hid behind another corner and watch you silently crying over him,hearing your sobs and occasional hiccups. He wanted to run towards you and wipe off those salty tears from your face or maybe taste those red plump lips. He knew you wanted him as much he wanted you.

But all of his fantasies ran in vain when he saw you almost making out with that boy,Chan hiding behind the corner. He wouldn’t let this happen anymore because he always got what he wanted for eternity and you were no exception. He made a mental note. It was time to take some action.

"Dont fight me,love." he whispered huskily looking straight into your eyes.You felt your head being dizzy and vision blur. "Wha-what Lee-" you tried to utter but failed miserably.

"Sshh,it's gonna be fine.." he cooed with a smirk holding your half comatose body.

"What-what are you!" you mumbled seeing his eyes glowing crimson.

"You will know soon.." you heard him chuckle before you fell unconscious into his long arms.

When you woke up from your deep slumber,you found yourself in an unfamiliar room on an unknown bed which was giving off a male scent. Your head throbbed. You rubbed your forehead trying to remember how you ended up here.

The glowing red eyes...oh no!

"Lee Know?..." you whispered in disbelief when you recalled how he forced you and how he abducted you. You started panicking more when you found your left leg chained up to the bed stand. You whimpered silently thinking how you ended up in such a mess. You shouldn’t have insulted him that day. Who knew this guy was that weird?

Even the room was weird. The darkest room you had ever been. You didnt know if it was day or night. You whimpered again. If Chan was there, you wouldn’t have to tolerate this. Would you ever get the chance to see him again? You cried out loud until your eyes slowly gave in.

You moaned unconsciously as one finger ran along your cheek. You smiled thinking how it was feeling so good before jerking up in the bed to find Lee know hovering over you. He smiled when you got up and cupped your face in his hands,inching his face closer to yours.

"What the hell!"You screamed at top of your lungs and pushed him away with all of your strength. He looked taken aback but sat silently on the bed looking at your stoic face.

"Why..." you cried out to him. His eyes softened a bit seeing you miserbale," becauseI love you Y/N..."

"Shut up!"

"You don't understand how long I have waited for you.. You are the light of my life. You pulled me out of the hell like a magnet.." he explained as if he was hypnotized.

You sobbed harder hugging your knees close to your chest,'I dont want this..please let me go?"

"Please dont cry...I dont like when you cry.." he said using his long hands to pull your body closer to him. You tried to push his hands again but he was determined this time to pull you until you landed in his arms. He snaked his arms around your body holding you closer to his strong chest. He patted your head slowly when you sobbed in his arms, "please dont cry..I love you. I wont hurt you"

"We will work this out together.."

"You-you are already hurting me know...please let me go..why why are you doing this.." you hiccuped in his arms. You were too tired to fight.

"If I let you go,you will go to that Chan..why you do this.. I love you so much..you want a mere human over me!" his grip tightened around you remembering how it was not him to have his arms wrapped around you but that Chan. His eyes flashed with anger. Just one snap and that pathetic human was over.

You were scared feeling his aura getting darker. He was so of a hell..

"Ple-please..I beg of you.." you mumbled looking up at him. His eyes studied your facial features. It was the first time he was so close up to your face. Stained tears on your cheeks,plump pink lips,puffy eyes-everything was mesmerising to him. You suddenly felt self conscious under his heated gaze and looked away immediately. It was not the lee know you had been knowing.

"Don't look away,love because I am the only one you will be looking at from now on.." he whispered in your ear taking his chance to take in the smell of your curls. You flinched hearing those words and flinched harder when his hand started sliding up and down on your back,taking his time to caress your back. You pushed him away and he chuckled letting go of you.

"You smell so beautiful, love,exactly the way I had imagined..." his words made you blush harder. You hugged your knees tight. Biting you lips looking away.

"God..the things I want to do with those lips.." he snuggled closer in a second to whisper those dirty words in your ear and placed a soft kiss on your earlobe. Tears formed in your eyes again. This man was getting out of hand and you never imagined him to be anything but like this.

"You-you are a pervert!"

"Oh?is that so? You still haven’t heard of the way how I touch myself thinking of you every night,baby.." he cooed with a sinister smile. His fangs coming out of his mouth. Your ears turned red.

"I wouldn't lie but I love moaning your name out loud,sweetheart" he chuckled moving away. You shut your eyes in embarrassment. Never had Chan himself even said those nasty words to you despite being the playful boyfriend of yours. And here the nerd calm gentle man had just opened his book of fantasy to you. You hate to admit that the sudden change of his gentle aura and his words were turning you on.

"Your name really tastes good when it rolls out of my lips.." he commented with a smirk before continuing, "oh?Your that pathetic boyfriend never told you this?that's sad..I always knew I can treat you better...in every way"

"He-he treats me well. He's not like you abducting people and touching women against their wills..and of course he's not a demon." you spitted out making him furrow.

"I dont abduct people. I am just keeping you safe. You are safe in my arms. And you love my touch. I saw your smile when I was touching your face and you were sleeping so peacefully..." he finished with a smile.

"I am safe anywhere but here with you!"

"That's a misconception of yours,love. You are perfectly safe in my arms. You just dont wanna admit that." he said walking up to the bed stand. Your eyes lit up as you saw him sitting on the floor to unlock your restraints. It was your only chance and you have to make the best use of it.

"The bedroom is locked,Y/N, so dont try to run away. You will end up being in my bed with me..maybe then I can show you how I am way better than that Chan.." he said these nasty words smiling at you innocently. His puppy eyes were not matching his fangs.

"Do you fucking think I am an object,Lee know!I really did think better of you! Look at you! Every single time you open your mouth about me you end up taking things to-to-" you couldn’t finish the sentence due to anger and shame.

"To what,love? Sex? Dont play innocent Y/N..It's not like you haven’t done it with the man you fucking love!" he growled flying in front of you and you crawled backwards in fear.

"You-you can fly!" you uttered in disbelief.

"Yes,I can and I also want to do it with the woman I love...and Y/N that's you. You make me crazy..." he blushed smiling. But you had already seen his true side so his this fake cute side wasn't impressing you at all.

"You make me do the things which I never-" he blushed harder again making you blush too. But he quickly composed himself, "It's not only about sex and your body.. I have seen better-its just I love you and I want you in every possible way.. I want to be the only man of your life." he said the words looking in your eyes before taking a bowl full of soup.

"Here-have it. I made it for you. You love chicken, dont you?we have so much things in common" he beamed with joy.

"How do you know?" you asked.

"Oh..I used to watch you every night through your window...I even copied the recipe so you can eat it.." he replied innocently.

"I dont feel like eating.." you looked away in anger. You shivered thinking of a demon watching you in your room every night.

"Would you like me to feed you,baby Y/N?" he cooed taking a full spoon of soup towards your lips. You slapped the spoon away spilling the hot soup on his fingers. He didnt't winch in pain rather his eyes turned red.

"Dont you fucking understand! I am so tired of you! You are a psycho! And you should consult to a psychiatrist fast! I fucking hate you so much!" you screamed at top of your lung and got down from the bed. But he grabbed your arm instantly and pulled you to his bed with him hovering over you. You tried your hard to push him away. However, all of your effort went in vain when he locked both of your hands over your head using his one hand. You blushed harder looking away from his face. You were never in this kind of position with Bang Chan.

He grabbed your face and made you look at him,"Dont you fucking think about your pathetic human boyfriend when you're with me"

Your breath hitched looking at his face so close. You wouldn’t lie that you did find this man attractive. If only Chan wasn't your boyfriend and if he was a bit normal, you would try a relationship with this man. But after seeing his obsessive side, you had no option without hating him to the core.

"Gosh,how much I want to take you right now!fuck!" he chuckled looking in your eyes. You squirmed hearing his husky voice.

"You really need to eat before I start training you.." he bit your earlobe all of a sudden making you moan instinctively.

"Fuck,you want it,dont you?" he smirked making you blush.

"Please..."

"Yes,baby,tell me.." he moaned in your ear.

"Le-let me go please Lee know"

His eyes softened and he caressed your cheek, "I'm sorry love..Trust me,I am not that bad...we will work this out together...."

"And if we don't?" you managed to ask in fear.

"Then that pathetic boyfriend of yours is dying tonight"

[rose-strk]

swallow; hwang hyunjin

PAIRING I hyunjin x gn!reader

CAST | hwang hyunjin

WC | 1.3k

GENRE I smut, established relationship

WARNINGS | explicit sexual content, dom!reader, sub!hyunjin, explicit language, crying, degradation, gaping, dildo usage (m), anal fingering (m), fisting, humiliation, dacryphilia, pillow humping, slight anal prolapse (?)

SYNOPSIS | your sweet boy swears he can take it, begging you for the very thing you’ve been wishing for. (kinktober day seven: hyunjin + gaping/fisting)

A/N | repost from my deactivated nstw, @/elysianjinnie.

MASTERLIST I KINKTOBER 2022

“I just don’t think you’re ready yet, honey.” You pushed your blue light glasses up further onto your face, trying to re-focus on the work that sat in front of you on your laptop, but it was difficult when your whiny boyfriend was trying to convince you that he was ready for you to shove your entire fist up his tight little ass.

“I am!” he protested, “look, I pushed this entire thing in last night. It’s bigger than your hand!”

“A hand is still very different from a dildo,” you reminded him, waving away the massive vibrant purple dildo that he was waving in your face. “I hope you washed that after last night.”

He huffed, clearly angry with you. “I did.”

“Okay, good.” You opened up a new document and started typing. “I’m busy right now, okay?”

“Fine.” Hyunjin plopped down onto the bed, just a few feet away from your desk. He seemed to have calmed down, but then you heard rustling. At first you thought he was just being annoying and shifting around on the bed, but then a pair of boxers hit you in the head, making you stiffen. Slowly, you turned to look at the bed, which was now all messed up, sheets mussed and pillows askew, and Hyunjin was perched on all fours, ass up in the air, facing you.

His hole was still red, clearly not healed from his experiments with the purple dildo last night. You watched as he moaned whorishly, obviously trying to get your attention, and suckling on his own fingers to coat them with saliva before shoving them deep into his puckered, irritated ass. You watched, lip caught between your teeth, as he scissored himself open easily, exposing just how ready he was.

Fine. If he wanted to act like a whore, he could definitely be treated like one.

You tossed aside your glasses and laptop and stalked over to Hyunjin, smacking his ass hard before he even knew what was going on, making him cry out and whip his blonde head around to look at you. Tears gathered in his eyes, puffy lips pushed out into a slutty pout. “Now you want to pay attention to me?” he whined.

“You wanted this,” you reminded him, “I’m just giving you what you asked for. Head down. Ass up.”

Hyunjin complied, thin, pale legs shaking with excitement as you shoved your hand into his face so he could slick up your fingers with spit. He did exactly what you wanted without you even asking, swirling his smooth pink tongue around your digits. You shoved them back into his throat, making him gag. “Stop being such a fucking slut,” you snapped, and he whined, hole clenching around nothing. You yanked your fingers out of his mouth, escaping with a slight popping sound, before shoving them into his ass without any warning, making his back arch as he moaned like a porn star.

He was right. His ass was stretched out. You curled your fingers up just once to make him whimper before removing them and scrambling for the lube, slicking up his apparent favorite dildo and shoving it back in. Just as you thought, drowning out his horribly pathetic noises, his hole swallowed it up with ease. You enjoyed his pathetic little show for a bit, sliding the dildo in and out of his stretched ass for a bit, even toying with his cock for a little and even attempting to fit in a few fingers alongside the dildo—which fit in, of course.

But that annoying fuck just wouldn’t stop begging for it. Nothing was enough for him.

“Please—please just fist me,” he gasped, pushing back on the dildo so it would go even further up his ass, “I need to feel you inside me, I want you!”

“Alright, alright!” you snapped, yanking out the dildo and making him moan from the loss of contact. You watched with delight as his hole closed slowly, and you tossed the toy aside before gripping his hole with both slippery hands and prying open his gaped asshole. You peered into the darkness, ignoring his gasps of embarrassment and shame. “You’re stretched open so wide, Jinnie,” you crooned, enjoying the way he was finally ashamed of himself and his behavior. “Look, it’s like a cave.”

“Stop,” he whined, “not that big.”

“If only you could see for yourself,” you sighed, “your pretty little hole all ruined for me… I guess I’ll just have to give you what you’ve been asking for. Ruin you even more, hm?”

You could feel his hole trying to close despite your fingers holding it open. “Please,” he whispered, so quiet you could hardly hear him. A single tear leaked down his cheek and splashed onto the pillow. That was what made you finally crack.

You slicked up your dominant hand with lube, flexing your fingers and forming them into a tight fist, making sure every inch of your skin was covered. You pulled one ass cheek back with your free hand, exposing even more of his hole. He took a deep breath, fisting the sheets as you started to slowly fit the thinnest part of your fist into his hole.

Though he had, in fact, stretched himself out a lot, your fist was still much bigger than a dildo—even the largest purple one that he’d been practicing with. You slowly worked the tip of your fist in, two of your fingers sliding in, his ass slurping them up into his heat. He keened, grabbing a pillow from the disheveled bed and putting it under his hips, grinding his leaking cock into it for some friction. “Doing okay, Jinnie?” you asked, slightly concerned. From what you could see he was taking it well, but he was being loud and whiny, more so than usual.

“More than okay,” he whimpered, humping the pillow furiously, “feels so good.”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his desperation. He was fully crying now, and that only spurred you on further. You pushed your fist deeper into his hole, being rougher now that you knew he could take it, and finally, his ass enveloped your entire hand up to your wrist. His pink rim kissed your forearm, the only thing poking out of his behind. He groaned as you loosened your fist inside him just a little, marveling at the sheer warmth of his insides. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move,” you said gently, “or if it’s too much.”

“Not too much,” he gasped, “just need a minute.”

He was shivering as you tried to keep your hand still, your free hand gently rubbing his jutting hipbone in an attempt to comfort him. He nodded, lip caught between his teeth, after a few moments. “I’m ready.”

You slowly removed your hand from his ass, making a slurping sound as his hole rippled over each of your fingers exiting his ass, and you drizzled more cold lube onto the entire mess, making him clench yet again. And then you began.

Quickly, you shoved your hand back in, making him cry out, and then out, feeling the ripples again. You smirked at the dominance you had over him. He humped the pillow desperately, dick grinding against the soft material, precum leaking onto the pillowcase which you’d have to punish him for later, and then you pulled out… and didn’t push back in. You watched his stomach tense, and the pink inners of his ass bulge out from the loss, and he gasped aloud; he’d been expecting you to penetrate him again. You chuckled, pushing his ass back in with your slick fist. “Enjoying yourself?” you asked sweetly.

“So much,” he whined, “so much.”

You reached down to toss the pillow between his legs aside, tugging on his dick with an equally slippery hand as you began rapidly fisting him again. “Then prove it and cum.”

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