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Truth or Dare?, pt. 1

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: SMUT !!!! slkfsdlkjf anyways. sub!reader x dom!Minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, mentions of weed, mentions of masturbation (f. and m.), discussion of dick size, sex toys, Minho's an ass man (and i stand by that!!!!), panty sniffing, as always the reader is curvy/plus size but it doesn't really play into the plot but Minho's super hot for her obviously, suggestive content, slight fluff if you squint ig.

Word Count: 6.8k

Author's notes: I've been playing with this idea for a while and I'm so excited to finally put pen to paper! I hope you enjoy this mini series (should only be 2/3 parts, depending on how long I decide to make them) and they will be all out fairly shortly since I intend to release them a day after another. Even though the characters in this fic are portraying students, it is just like my Han fic, Public Display of Affection. Meaning that both characters are 18+. Please, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Thank you everyone and enjoy!

Edit: Originally, when leeknow's... size was discussed, it was wayyyy too big. So I have (sadly) shrunk him a bit. The story does not change at all other than that detail!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

"Truth or dare?" Minho questioned as he undid his tie, freeing himself from his school uniform

"Hmmm... truth!" you answered, leaning your head on your hand that was supported by a layer of forgotten homework on the table below.

"What's your opinion on Mr. Nam?" Minho questioned, making you squeal with laughter and make him laugh too.

"Oh my God!" You hollered as you fell back, laying on the ground in fits of giggles as Minho clapped. The secrets and rumours surrounding Mr. Nam made him a living legend, a feared yet benevolent dictator at your school. You sat up and cleared your throat, containing yourself as you cleaned some of the work that you had scattered off your table.

"He's a total snob, and I do believe the rumour that he's gay and called off his engagement to elope with the former Phys. Ed. coach," you responded, finally answering his question.

"No way!" Minho shouted back, amused at your response. "Not possible! I total believe the one that he got the former drama teacher pregnant but that it turned out to be a hysterical pregnancy because she wanted him to leave his fucking wife." You snickered at his assertion, loving how he entertained the beloved "Nam Theories" just as much as you did.

"Good for her. I always respect a woman who knows what she wants," you remarked with satire in your tone. With a nod to your homework, you silently suggested to Minho to return to the task at hand. The schoolwork had piled up throughout the week, waiting for you two to try and tackle it all in one day as you usually did. You too always did schoolwork at your house after Thursdays, shut away in your bedroom and attempting to diminish the growing pile of work before the weekend began.

Throughout the years of friendship between you two, your bedroom had become a safe haven for Minho, adorned in memories you two had gathered throughout your years of schooling and bathed in sunlight that pour in from your skylight and west-facing windows. Minho also just liked being close to you in general, watching you giggle at his jokes, toppling over at the melodramatic responses he gave and giving him a chance to sneak a peak up your skirt or down your shirt.

Okay, yeah. There's that.

So he had a crush on you. Big deal. Everyone in the school did. He loved how your personality reflected his mischievous ways and adored the way you smiled at everything he said, yet remained stone-faced with everyone else. Plus, you were obviously well-endowed to the point that the school uniform didn't fit you as conservatively as it should have, but you didn't mind (or you chose not to notice). You two had other friends but were just closer with each other, which was how Minho liked it, especially when he got to be in your room with you exclusively once a week; it was a gift. Sometimes, you two played games to distract from the mountainous pile of work, like today. Other times, too even cuddled together while watching a movie to finish the evening off. He enjoyed holding you, having you play with your hair, your tits pressing against his arm, your thighs crushing his hands to keep them warm, and... God... your ass was just perfect.

He loved when you laughed like this now, cackling and bending over from fits of giggles, giving him the perfect opportunity to stare at your pretty body. Now, however, you wanted to stop playing games and get back to work, which was never fun in Minho's opinion. It was sometimes annoying that you were always the more diligent one of the two of you, even though you always kept him on track.

"Booooo," Minho pouted, laying his face on the coffee table that you used to study on. He kicked you under the table as you both sat on the floor, nudging you and making you smack him back. "C'mon! Let's keep playing! It's your turn!" He protested.

"No, Minho," you scorned him. "We have this test next week and we have to study for it."

"Please, God, no, kill me now," he cried out, burying his face in the workload. "C'mon, please?! We can make it interesting?" You stopped scribbling on your work and silence filled the room. Minho smirked: you could never resist a good bet.

"...What kind of bet are you thinking of?" You responded, not lifting your face from the work.

"Oh, so now you want to play," Minho mused, sitting up and leaning against the wall behind him.

"Shut up and set the rules," you groaned at him, tossing a pen at his chest and grabbing a new writing utensil.

"Ah! Christ, okay," he laughed, blocking the pen with his forearms. "Hmm let's see..." he leaned his head back and thought to the annoying tapping of your pencil.

"Ooh! I got it!" He shouted, making you jump. A maniacal smile spread across his face as he rubbed his hands like an evil mastermind.

"Why do I feel like I made a dumb decision," you pondered out loud, sighing at his ridiculousness. Minho cleared his throat, pretending as if he was making a huge announcement to an anxious crowd rather than to the singular annoyed you.

"This round of truth or dare will be like no other! The questions will be aggressive, dangerous, and downright inappropriate for any normal game," he mimicked a posh accent, acting as if he was speaking some royal decree into effect, "Additionally, this game will have raised stakes! If one refuses to answer the question of truth or do the dare, that individual will be forced to do anything that the victor— i.e. the person who gave them the request—demands of them. And, the loser will do it without question. If the loser refuses or does not comply, the victor gets to punish them any way they deem fit."

You thought for a moment about the terms of the agreement, crossing your arms at Minho's proposition.

"Anything I want you to do, you'll have to do it?" You questioned.

"Precisely," Minho nodded. You blew some air out before looking back at him.

"What did you mean by 'punish the loser any way they deem fit?'" You raised your eyebrows, concerned about that portion of the rules.

Minho shrugged, "I dunno. It could be anything, like a horrible prank or even spreading a rumour about the loser or something. Anything you set your mind to."

You shivered slightly. What would such a punishment resemble? However, the idea of winning and making Minho do something so embarrassing—or something even worse if he was defiant against you—was too sweet.

You shrugged. "Fuck it." You stuck your hand out and Minho reached out to grab it and gave it a firm shake. "I've been wanting to start a rumour anyways that Mr. Nam was having an affair with you. This will be a great opportunity."

"Wait, what?" Minho looked taken back as he released your hand, making you giggle.

"Don't worry, I'll be incredibly benevolent as a victor. The rumour will say you ended it."

"You forget that I will reign triumphant," Minho retorted, making you snort.

"In your dreams," you sneered back. "Anyways," you leaned on your palms, staring back at Minho. "Go for it."

"What are you talking about, dumbass? It's your turn in 'Truth or Dare.'" Minho crossed his arms in annoyance and rolled his eyes back, making you chuckle.

"Fine, I'll start this show then," you giggled, pretending to be annoyed that you got to begin this game of dares. You thought for a moment, glancing up and looking around. Though you took long, Minho didn't mind. Not only did get to prolong his humiliation for picking truth or dare, but he got to stare at your tits while you absent-mindedly arched your back, causing the buttons of your uniform to stretch against your chest.

"Ooh! Okay! I got it," you snapped back into reality and leaned forward, ruining Minho's view and his good time. "Truth or dare."

"Truth," Minho's response was almost automatic, choosing something safe for his first round.

"What..." you let the tension build as you placed your elbows on the table and then cradled your head in your palms, "is your cock size?"

Minho gagged a bit on nothing, not expecting you to be so forward and taking out the big questions on your first round. He cleared his throat and stared at you before awkwardly laughing

"Damn, really?"

"Why, too scared to respond?" You egged him on, sitting straight again and looking at him like he was a coward who refused to fight in a war.

"Not on the first round, no!" He defended.

"Well, then answer! May I remind you that you were the one who set the rules of the game!" You shot back. Minho leaned back and smiled at you as his face turned slightly red. He glanced away, too embarrassed to meet your gaze.

Never, ever had you seen Minho blush. He was so flustered, genuinely embarrassed by your question! You would never admit it, but he looked kind of cute being so taken back as someone who was normally so forward.

Minho cleared his throat before muttering something.

"What was that?!" You shouted at him with a dramatic hand to your ear, hoping to catch what he said. Minho shot you a look in an attempt to scare you but to no avail. Instead, you looked back at him with a devilish grin. "I'm waittinggggg," you chanted in a sing-song voice.

"Seven inches, okay?!" He shot back, turning his head to you and making deadly eye contact. Your hands immediately flew to your mouth and your eyes shot wide, surprised at his confidence and the fact that he responded at all. Silenced crept in again before you shook your head in disbelief.

"No... way..." you whispered. "You are not packing that much, not you! No!" Minho nodded as your hands slowly held your heart, acting like someone who just heard the most tragic news.

"That's kind of a dick thing to say," he scolded you.

"I—I'm sorry, I'm genuinely just like... shocked I guess?" You laughed before you began blushing too. "Damn, good job!"

"I already regret encouraging you to play this game," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Does that mean you secede?" You questioned teasingly.

"No! Especially not after I told you my dick size," he said. "God, it's my turn anyway."

"Fine, fine," you gathered yourself, smoothing your skirt and beginning to loosen the school tie that made you feel claustrophobic. "Go for it." Minho thought for a second before looking back at you, his face finally losing its redness

"Truth or dare?"

"Seven inches..." you whispered.

"Y/N!!!" He shouted.

"Yes, fine!" You giggled. "Dare!"

Minho smirked at you. "Wrong choice." Suddenly, you felt your stomach become queasy. You didn't like the glimmer in his eye nor the way he licked his lips. You agreed with him: you had definitely made the wrong choice. Minho stared at you for a second longer, admiring how wide your eyes went at his words, enjoying how you realized that you have brought upon your own demise.

"Show me the most embarrassing thing you own," he stated with a nod.

Dread washed over you and your face became a deep red.

"No... please... anything but that..." you whispered out, flustered at the request. Minho just laughed.

"Though I love to hear you beg for mercy," he chuckled, "rules are rules. Are you going to comply, or are you going to take your punishment?" You felt your throat go dry at his words. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, huh? Either show him the thing you were most ashamed of or be subjected to a slave-like status, forced to do his bidding.

You went with the former.

Wordlessly, you rose from your spot and turned around to go to your bed across the room.

"Ooooo," Minho called. "I'm excited!!!"

"At least one of us is," you mumbled back loud enough for him to hear.

"What's Y/n's little guilty pleasure, hmm?" He teased, his playful tone ringing in your ears. You knew your shameful secrets, you just didn't want anyone else—especially your best friend—to know them, too. You sat beside your bed and bent down, reaching deeply underneath the frame to pull out something tucked closely to the wall. It took a long time to pull out what you were looking for, but Minho didn't mind: he was more engrossed in listening to your little groans and watching your skirt ride up your thighs, your back arching just enough to stick your backside out at him and have the bottom of your ass show. He licked his lips, hoping that you'd stay a little longer in the position as he felt his cock grow in his pants.

Sadly, you had found what you were looking for and shot back up. Your eyes gazed at the black shoebox in your hands, wondering if you were really going to complete this dare. Yet, Minho's words rang in your ears: are you going to comply, or are you going to take your punishment? It was obvious that feeling guilt now would be better than any future retribution.

You stood up and walked back to the table, sitting cross-legged on the floor and holding the box in your hands before looking back at Minho. His eyes were amused, enjoying your guilty expression and the flushed nature of your face.

"Don't tell me the biggest shame you own is an ugly pair of heels or some weed or something," he taunted, his frustrating giggles filling the room again.

Then, you remembered. Minho could still lose this game, and maybe your own boldness could scare him away. If your embarrassment couldn't get you to win, maybe your bravery could.

You smiled up at him, your expression quickly making suspicion replace his amusement.

Ripping the top of the box off, you flung the lid across the room and threw the container on the table, cascading papers across the surface and leaving the contents of the box on display.

Minho's eyes went wide and his face immediately became crimson again. He couldn't believe what his eyes were feasting on, unsettled by your sudden act of courage and the sudden tightness of his pants.

Various sex toys were displayed in front of him: dildos ranging from smaller sizes to enormous lengths, assorted vibrators with numerous settings and sizes, butt plugs, handcuffs, and flogs, just to name a few. Minho's felt uneasy by the sight, but also incredibly turned on.

Somehow, he was a bit angry too. Maybe it was because he knew that you had violated your pussy in countless ways before he's even had the chance to even taste you. Though the thought of you touching yourself with all these toys made him jealous, his mind also relished the fact that these toys had been used on you. He even briefly considered picking on up and licking it, choking on the fake cock, hoping to get a taste of your cunt that lingered on the silicone or glass.

Yet, to your eyes, he remained stagnant, supposedly shocked to stillness by the exposing state you just put yourself in. You laughed at his astounded expression.

"You can touch them if you want, by the way, " you giggled as you picked up your biggest cock. "They're clean. I always clean them after I use them." Minho's eyes followed you, watching you stroke the cock teasingly as if you were studying every artificial vein with the eye of an artist. Your finger traced the ridges of the dick before slamming it on the table, sticking the suction cup to the wooden surface and causing Minho to jolt back at the agility of your actions. He became hypnotized by the swaying phallus, fixating his eyes on it. Slowly, he tore his gaze away to watch you study the other contents of the box.

"You can always quit the game," you stated with a straight face before placing a glass dick along with a butterfly vibrator on the table. Minho shook his head, finally snapping out of his trance.

"What?!" he shouted, his face straight.

"Well, if you were shocked by my answer," you studied a glass butt plug before placing it back in its box, "then there's no saying how you'll react to the next questions I ask."

"Well... that's— I-I can't even—" Minho scoffed but it was obvious that he was still stumped by your reveal. Could he beat you in this game? He so desperately wanted to win, but he still had to survive his next turn, and then yours after. And, with what just happened, there's a possibility he can fail on your turn. Not to mention the hardness of his cock and the disappointment he feels knowing that your toys were clean and not coated in your juices clouded his mind.

However, he had to remain focused. His diligence had to override yours, he had to win this game as the defeat could be so bitter in so many ways. So, with a clearing of his throat and a wipe of his brow, he looked back at you who still examined your various toys and was beginning to put them away.

"It's my turn," he mumbled at you, making you acknowledge his existence for the first time in a bit. "Ask me: truth or dare."

You looked back at him for a second before placing the last toy back in the box and moving it to the side of the table, not placing the lid back on it and torturing Minho with a view of everything that had stuffed your pussy or ass or teased your clit and inevitably made you cum. It pained him to know that none of those toys were him, but he was pleased knowing that the size of your biggest dildo at least resembled the measurements of his cock. God, you knew his cock size now. He had thankfully forgotten for a brief second before the memories of minutes before came flooding back. Goddammit! Now he was hard thinking about you struggling to take it, having to work your way up to that size and still barely managing to squeeze it into your little pussy. Fuck, he had to focus!

Minho shook his head as he looked back at you, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind and avoid the box to his right. Your eyes showed your enjoyment of his suffering as you leaned on your hand, studying his expression just as you studied the toys moments before.

After a moment of silence, you finally spoke.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he immediately answered to his regret.

You laughed. Really laughed. Like, leaned back and cackled like a super villain.

Fuck. He made the wrong decision.

You stared back at him

"Let me see it," you stated.

"W... what are you talking about?"

"Your cock. Let me see it."

Okay, so Minho was surprised by you a few times already today.

But this took the cake.

"You wanna see my cock?"

You laughed out, yet his expression showed his true concern at your dare.

"Yeah You see, you're sporting seven inches hard, and I know for a fact that you're rock solid right now." Minho's embarrassment skyrocketed, horrified that you knew of the state of his cock and more worried that you might know that you were the one who caused it. "You always get that weird look whenever you have a boner, and I'm assuming seeing all these sex toys and maybe it just fucked with your male hormones or something."

Oh. Minho forgot for a second who he was talking to. Thank God you were too dumb to realize that it was what those toys represented that made him hard. That it wasn't the fact that there were just sex toys around, but that it was because he knew you used them. But, you always assumed that he was just like other guys. Even when you two went into that sex shop for shits and giggles one time, you supposed his awkwardness was because of all the fleshlights and pornstars on the wall. In reality, Minho couldn't handle the shop because everything made him think of you. Constricting you in that red harness which hung the wall, edging you for hours with that fat vibrator stuffed up your cunt, gagging you with the various ball-gags in the shop—it was all too much. With his mouth going dry and his pants unable to hide his growing hard-on, the shop quickly became an unsafe location for him. He left unexpectedly and you teased him for weeks after about it, starting a rumour that he was a prude and a virgin who couldn't handle even discussing sex— none of which being true. Minho didn't mind, however; he'd rather you'd think he was a stiff than a slag who was desperate to fill your holes with his fingers, cock, and toys. Plus, he was plenty happy with the happy fantasizing about you and all that stuff in the shop in his free time.

But now... this was different. Now, you were making him put his cards on the table, or fold. Either show you his cock or succumb to your whims, practically becoming your male odalisque instantaneously. Though at this point either option sounded insane to him, he still preferred to have the upper hand.

His eyes met yours, yours burned back into his, and he decided that it was time you saw how similar your larger toys were to him.

To your shock, Minho stood up and frantically began unzipping his dress pants, knowing that if he was too slow he'd psych himself out. His dress shirt came out next, Minho pulling it out of its previously neatly tucked form and freeing the wrinkled fabric. Then, with a single tug, his pants were just low enough to reveal the top of his boxers. Soon his cock would be out and he would be done this—

"STOP!" You yelped.

For the first time since he started undressing, Minho looked at you. Your expression was confusing, a mixture of holding back laughter and genuinely horrified.

"I..." you began, "I didn't think you'd actually do it... holy fuck you want to win." You began laughing loudly, making Minho pull up his pants to cover his boxers.

"You mean to tell me that you just wanted to see if I actually would do it?" he spat. "You dumbass this is literally truth or dare! If I don't comply I lose, you get that?!"

"Yes!" You laughed, "But I couldn't actually make you do it! I can't see your penis! I trust your seven inches and all but I don't want this to be how I see your dick, okay dude?"

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Minho argued back, aggressively zipping up his pants and crashing to the floor, pissed and ready to move on with the game.

You glanced away, "Nothing, don't worry. Just... let's move on okay? That counts as your turn."

"You're damn right that counts as my turn," he mumbled as he re-rolled his sleeves. "Can't believe I almost just showed my cock to win this fucking thing. Let's end this." You didn't like the sound of that. If Minho meant that and you just put him through hell, then what would he subject you to?! What diabolical things could he make you do, or make you admit to? Worse, what if you lose? Your mind starts to panic and you barely hear Minho speak those terrifying words.

"Y/N!" He shouted.

"What?!" You replied, snapping out of your worries.

"I said, 'Truth or dare?'" That stupid fucking mischievous smile came up on his face again.

No matter what you chose you were screwed. What could be worse: truth or dare? Goddamit!

"Truth... no, dare!" You corrected. "Wait..."

"Tick tock, y/n," he urged.

"Goddamit! Dare!" You shot back. "Final answer!"

You believed that this was the better choice. It was better to do something than have to admit to anything, right? Then you met his eyes again, the crescent moon shapes indicating his happiness at your choice.

...Ah.

Fucked. You were fucked.

"I want you," he leaned forward and shoved the box to his right onto the centre again, scattering some of your homework off the edge table, "to show me how you use these."

No. Fucking. Way.

Your immediate response was to laugh. Why wouldn't you? Being who he was, Minho was probably just getting back at you for the last dare you gave him. But why was he so worked up? You got him out of it and it was just a little prank. You didn't really want to see his cock because of a stupid dare, so he wouldn't want to watch you play with yourself in return turn.

Wouldn't he?

"I'm not joking, Y/N," Minho stated, straight-faced.

Your laughter was cut short, the room filling with silence.

"Oh God..." you mumbled. "You're actually serious, aren't you!?"

"You're damn right I'm serious," he replied. For the first time, Minho reached into the black shoebox and pulled out your toys. His imitation of you was impeccable, matching exactly how you studied the fake cocks and butt plug before placing them down in front of your still figure. As you watched his motions, a cocktail of fear, embarrassment, and overwhelming anxiety filled you. He was like a mob boss deciding what method of torture to use on you. "It's my turn. First, you show me these toys— some of which your perverted self probably bought when we hung out together at the mall and you snuck off! Then, you make me think you wanna see my cock, know what I'm packing, see if you can take it or some shit, and then make me stop?" He spat, "Heh. I don't fucking think so." He slammed down a vibrator on the table, making you shiver. You looked so small across from him, your nipples peaking through your shirt and your hands nervously fiddling with the edge of your skirt. Minho chuckled again. He knew what he was saying was on the money, that what he spoke wasn't an accusation, but a statement of fact.

"You're a bit scared, aren't you?" You nodded as a response, not daring to utter a word. He erupted in laughter. "Good! I hope you're terrified."

"M-Minho, you can't do this!" You protested, "I didn't make you show me your dick, I was just fooling around, but this is ridiculous! You can't make me—"

"Do you want to lose?" He shot back, quieting you instantly. "You know the consequences if you do." You did know. What would he make you do as retribution for your non-compliance? You dared not to think of it.

Instead, you occupied your mind with the various toys laid out in front of you. In an attempt to calm yourself, you began calculating the amount it all added up to. How much money have you spent on each one? How much time have you spent scouring the internet for them? How many hours have you spent using them? Unintentionally, your mind became filled again with the unbearable memories of how these toys made you feel, how you know they can make you feel, and how strangely good you felt after Minho's little speech just now. What the fuck were you going to do?

Finally, you glanced up at Minho's eyes, meeting them for the first time in what felt like forever.

"No," you said, "I don't plan on losing." Minho respected your courage, yet his smirk suggested he was calling your bluff.

The spread of the phallic objects and other various suggestive shapes in front of you gave you plenty of options, but you opted for the bunny vibrator, snatching it quickly and decisively so you couldn't hesitate on doing what you had to do.

"Fine choice," Minho muttered in response to your action. You rolled your eyes at him and then sat up on your knees, placing the vibrator beside you on the floor. You leaned forward slightly, giving Minho a perfect view of your cleavage from your unbuttoned top, though you took this position to attempt to give yourself some sense of privacy. Your hands ran up the back of your thighs tentatively, careful to not ride your skirt up too much. As your hands found the hem of your panties, you quickly pulled them down, not wanting to stay in this embarrassing position any longer. Minho let out a small yelp from across the table, indicating to you that he was excited by your exposure. Sitting back on your spread knees, you held your white lace panties between your thumb and index finger. Looking back at Minho, you saw him lick his lips and noticed his stiff posture. His cock was just as tense as the rest of his body and you knew it. You would enjoy how torturous this would be for him. You dropped your panties to your side. Picking up the vibrator on your other side, you looked up at Minho one last time before you would ruin any last shred of dignity you had remaining.

"Last chance to back out," Minho stated. Your face was just as blank as his, attempting to hide any lingering regret or the horniness either of you was experiencing.

You clicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room.

"I'm not backing out."

With your tongue already out, you placed the tip of the vibrator on the muscle and wet it with your spit. Minho took a deep inhale at the site, watching you hum slightly at the sensation. God, were you really going to do this? Both of you worried the same thing, wondering how far this game was going to go.

"Stop... stop teasing the tip," Minho said dryly. "Go on, show me how you work your little pretty pussy." Your heart tightened at the words, feeling stupid that your panties weren't there to absorb the wetness growing between your thighs.

"Let me take my time, Minho," you whispered back, making him moan lowly at your response. You chuckled at him. "Don't worry baby, I like it slow."

What had this game become between you two?

"If you take too long, you're going to lose by default," he responded, leaning forward, palms flat on the table and his hard-on clearly visible in his pants. He was getting antsy and it amused you, though you knew how serious your predicament was.

"That's not fair," you tutted, attempting to act dominant in a situation where you were clearly pitted against. "I can't do it right if I go too fast." You pouted slightly, letting the drool-covered vibrator buzz in your hands.

Minho shook his head, "Do it now or take your punishment."

Now it was your turn to gulp. He was serious.

You nodded, glancing down to your spread knees, your only privacy your school skirt, then at the buzzing bunny in your hands. Though you couldn't see him, you could feel Minho's look seethe into you, his breath heavy. At a snail's pace, your hands began to move the toy lower and lower. One hand parted from the object, caressing your thighs before lightly grasping the edge of your skirt. You pushed the hem higher and higher, raising the skirt to your mid-thighs as the toy continued pushing downward. Suddenly, you found Minho's hand touching yours, the one that held the vibrator, guiding it down to your cunt.

"C'mon, show me..." he whispered, a mixture of a beg and a demand. "I know you can, y/n."

His entire body was stretched across the table, face-to-face with you, noses and foreheads almost touching as you both stared down past your tits and tummy to the rising fabric with the vibrator as a guide. So close, the space closing and closing until finally your skirt was bunched so much it almost showed your soaked pussy. Minho could feel himself drooling, his hand upping the speed on the vibrator until it violently buzzed in his and your hands. Your chest rose and fell quickly with the speed of your breath, confusing Minho as he tried to watch your entire body at once. The toy now was only a few inches from you, your pussy still covered by your skirt, but one final movement and—

"WAIT!" You shouted, scaring Minho and causing him to collapse on the table and making you fall back. The vibrator was flung across the room and you scurried to cover yourself, pulling your skirt down. Minho groaned at the impact of the fall on his chest, his hand cradling his ribs as he closed his eyes in pain.

"Oh-oh my God, Minho!" You sputtered out, clamouring over to him and picking up his face in both of your hands and looking up at him. "I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

Minho shook his head, "Uhh... fine, I think...." he slowly pushed off the table, sitting back against the wall and across the table from you again.

"I'm sorry about that," you quickly apologized, "I just got a little... I just think that dare was too much, maybe... I don't know... I—"

"Don't apologize," Minho looked up at you, sincerity deep in his voice. "It was intense, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

You opened your mouth to say something again, another apology you suppose, before shutting it and nodding, silently appreciating his understanding. Slowly Minho rose, stretching and rolling his neck back.

"Are you okay?" You asked. He nodded.

"I'm fine, just a little sore." He walked around a bit, stretching his legs that had almost fallen asleep from the long period of sitting on the floor. "Are you okay?" You nodded, watching him cross the room so now he stood across the carpet from you.

"Yes, I'm fine." Minho nodded at your response and then looked down beside him to the humming bunny. The buzzing hadn't ceased: the vibrator still bounced aggressively beside him. He looked down at it then at you.

Abruptly, you became extremely embarrassed. God, what the fuck did you just do!? Minho smiled at your reddening face before bending down to pick up the toy. He shut it off and then looked up at you, waving the toy in your direction. With a smirk, he tossed it back in the box before sauntering over to you and sticking his hand out. The last of your pride was already torn to shreds after that debacle, you might as well let him help you up. You grabbed his hand and jumped up with the support. Yet, you didn't realize that your legs had fallen asleep, and you stumbled into Minho. Quickly grasping the small of your back while his other hand remained intertwined with yours, Minho caught you and let you stumble into him.

It was quiet for a moment, the seconds passing as you stood like two dancers frozen in a performance. He smiled at you, and you smiled back. Then, he ruined the moment.

"You won't be fine for long," he whispered. Confusion hit you first, then, after a brief moment of thinking, you realized what his words meant. Horror swept across your face.

"I... I lost..." you muttered.

"Yep," Minho said, his hand rubbing your back, "and I won."

You gulped. "What will you make me do?"

Minho chuckled, "Nothing too bad." His hand continued to stroke your back, calming you in this moment of terror. "Just want to show you off, is all." The sound of that made your knees weaker than they already were.

His hand began to rub lower and lower down your torso before caressing the curve of your ass through your skirt. You hiccuped at the feeling, realizing how close you two were with him holding you like this. Minho leaned into you, lips touching the curve of your ear.

"Do you feel me, y/n?" He asked, "Do you feel how good you make you feel?" You did. It was undeniable that you felt him through his pants. He was still so hard, aching to be buried in you, and you realized how much you actually would enjoy his seven inches, the slight curve of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. You were a fool to think that it was just the toys and all that stuff getting Minho hard: it was you.

You tightened your grip on him.

"W-What will you make me do, Minho?" You asked again, hoping that it wouldn't be as embarrassing as this moment was.

"I know exactly what I want. Do you know what you want, y/n?" he asked, his breath tickling your ear. You buried your face in his neck.

"I don't know..." Your voice came out as a hushed mumble, your shyness making him smile. He could be sweet if he wanted, ease your self-consciousness and feed your begs by letting you not experience the suffering he had in store.

But Minho wasn't nice. He wasn't sweet and only was if he wanted to be. And right now, it seemed like charity was the furthest thing on his mind.

"You look so pretty right now, without your panties on," Minho's hand slowly bunched your skirt up, clasping the fabric underneath his wrist as his fingers played with and caressed your ass. Whimpering at his touch, you realized how wet you still were, how much you needed him. That almost went away with the words he spoke next.

"I wonder if you want everyone else to see you like this." The world stopped for a moment, fear freezing your body.

"...what?" you muttered, glancing at him.

Minho hummed, "I wonder how long you could stand not wearing panties." Minho pulled back his hand from your back and moved away from you, making you ache to feel his cock again. He cupped your chin and forced you to face him "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" You were too stunned to speak. Could he really make you do that? What would happen if you didn't comply?

"Minho... please.." you begged. Minho chuckled and separated away from you, making you drag your reach out for him. He walked towards the table and started gathering his homework in his bag, picking up every last scattered paper that was his.

"Now, now, y/n you knew the rules and you still obeyed," he tutted. "Tomorrow at school: no underwear, shorts, tights: anything. I don't want anything covering your pussy or your thick ass." He looked up at you, staring deeply into your wide eyes. "I want to be able to bend you over any time I want and enjoy the view." He looked down to check if he had forgotten anything, and he did. The white lace of your panties peaked through a flipped-over notebook, almost escaping his searching gaze. Minho picked them up gingerly, smirking at you as he stood up straight. Balling them up and sniffing them lightly, Minho basked in your scent before dropping them in his bag and zipping it tightly shut. "You won't be needing these, will you, y/n?" He asked. "You'll get them back when you've been good."

He walked up to you and patted you on the head before bending down and meeting your eyes. You had said nothing, stunned to a motionless figure at what was happening.

"But..." you muttered out, meeting his eyes. "But I've been good..."

"Not good enough," he laughed out. With a lean, he kissed the top of your forehead before patting you again. He stood straight and walked past you. Your gaze followed him towards the door of your bedroom, watching him turn the knob and swing the door open. Before taking another step, he stopped and turned back towards you.

"See you tomorrow, y/n!" Happiness and monotony layered his voice, making one think that what just happened was a regular occurrence and that what was to come wasn't out of the ordinary either. Minho turned again and walked out, closing the door behind him and beginning his journey home.

Silence filled the room as you looked at the mess around you before turning back towards the shut door.

"Tomorrow... no panties... nothing..." you recited. Your mouth was dry and you felt lightheaded. Oh, fuck... what were you going to do?!

"See you tomorrow, Minho."

continued in part 2

#skz smut #stray kids smut #leeknow smut #lee minho smut #skz leeknow smut #skz leeknow #skz minho #stray kids minho #leeknow x y/n #leeknow x reader #perv!leeknow

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leeknows1bigfan · 7 months

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✭about me✭

➸ he/him

➸ pansexual (++boys)

➸ ftm

➸ switch

➸ taboo kinks sometimes (no age play/illegal age gaps)

➸ male reader thoughts

✭bias✭

➸ #1 leeknow

➸ #2 tzuyu

➸ #3 namjoon

#not fic writer.#perv!top!leeknow thoughts only.#skz smut #lee minho smut #leeknow smut #lee know smut

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luvyeni · 4 months

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❛PERV!BESTFRIEND HEADCANNONS❜ ( l. minho )

p. bestfriend!lee know x fem!reader w. 0.3k

warnings? 18+ headcannons, perv thoughts, thigh grinding, allusions to sex

request: hi!! really been loving your writings so much! can i request a pervy bestfriend lee know, i feel like he's the type to be all pervy and flirty with you but will not confess that he's attracted to you since your his bestfriend.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who loves to rile his cute little bestfriend up , just to laugh and tease you about it when you shy away.

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who rubs up against you and then teases you when you try and question him. “what did I do , you rubbed up against me? Did it turn you on? It’s okay.”

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who thinks about taking you against the couch while watching you play with his cats, if his looks close enough he could see the outline of your cunt. “Lee know you’re staring.” “

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who gives you a tshirt when you get caught in the rain, his cock stirring in his sweats , palming his cock, watching you as you lay on your stomach.

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who sits next to you , rubbing your legs making you sit up. “wh-what are you doing.” “It’s turning you on, isn’t it.”

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who grabs your jaw , pulling you close to him when you try and run away from him.

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who makes you sit in his lap, wrapping his arms to keep you from getting away , chuckling against your neck when you stutter out “y-you’re hard.” “of course I am , you’re sitting in my lap with nothing but my shirt and your pretty panties on”

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who slowly rocks you back and forth on his thigh, groaning when you bump against his cock. “fu-fuck keep going , make a mess on my thigh.”

Pervbestfriend!leeknow who watches you cum on his thigh, throwing you down on the bed, climbing on top of you with this predatory glare. “gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy yeah?”

©️LUVYENI

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changisworld · 3 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

STARTED;04/02/24

last updated;23/04/2024

**ALL OF THESE ARE 18+ FICS, MDNI**

Requests: CLOSED(for now) Thoughts:OPEN

**please note; i DO & WILL get around to answering all requests/asks, it might just take me a while<3**

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒

BANGCHAN

Caught masterbating (ASK) ~2,319Words

Wet dreams (ASK)~ 1,256Words

LEEKNOW

Leeknow as your Friends with Benefits partner ~959words

Leeknow HARD thoughts (ASK) ~911Words

Secrets(ASK) ~2,839Words

CHANGBIN

1am gym hour (ASK) ~2,319Words

“Just don’t tell her”~6,809Words

HYUNJIN

kisses & ribbons~2,301Words

HAN JISUNG

Han Jisung hard thought ~449words

Boy!Pussy HanJisung hard thoughts~822Words

FELIX

Perv!Felix (head canon) ~564Words

Caught out(part 2 to Perv!Felix headcanon) ~4,113Words

Things said during sex(ASK)

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin HARD thoughts ~134Words

Jealous friends with benefits(ASK)~ 3,684Words

Three ISN’T a crowd(ft. Jeongin)~ 7,186Words

JEONGIN

Birthday surprise(ASK) ~1,874Words

Three ISN’T a crowd(ft. Seungmin)~7,186Words

“you know you want to”~ 4,288Words

OT8

Skz reactions to periods during sex~ 1,701Words

Skz favourite positions~ 1,852Words

Skz biggest kinks & pleasures (hyung line)~ 2,933Words

Skz biggest kinks & pleasures (maknae line)~ 3,335Words

#stray #stray kids #skz smut #kpop smut #smut #stray kids smut #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #lee felix #seungmin #jeongin #i.n #skz headcanons #skz x reader

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lilquokka04 · 8 months

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Skz Ass or tits

-warnings- smut, sub and dom skz mentioned, marking, spanking, kinda perv han and innie, titfucking, I think thats it?

-Chan

Maybe both? Probably depends on the mood hes in. Likes cuddling naked cuz he hates clothes so would definitely enjoy the feel of your boobs (hed either have his face in them or have them pressed against his chest). Low key loves when you give him a back hug cuz he can feel your tits. Your ass is something he likes and would grab when he fucks up into you.

-Leeknow

Ok I know he is the ass grabber but something tells me he would absolutely love his s/o boobs. When you're cuddling with him he would always rest his head on them. But if you guys were alone, he would for sure have at least one handful at all times. If hes a little more stressed he may turn into a cat and sit there and knead them with a cute pout. Suckles on them when he fucks you.

-Changbin

He gives me ass vibes but definitely still loves tits (cuz who doesn't). Would pick you up all the time to show off his strength but to also grab a handful of your ass (he says its to keep you from falling but you know its a lie). Unconsciously rests a hand on your ass when you're out with him. Definitely the type to fuck you from behind or make you ride him cowgirl style so he can watch your ass.

-Hyunjin

I don't see him really choosing one over the other. It probably depends on his mood. Would love to lay his head on your boobs when he's feeling sad or wants to be taken care of. On the other hand, he would absolutely love to leave marks on your ass (from his hands or toys) and play with it when he has more energy/feels more dominant.

-Han

Probably a tits guy but I feel like he loves ass too, but in a soft (or perverted) way. Loves to cuddle naked so he has complete access to your boobs. Will have a breakdown if you don't let him touch. Loves how soft and squishy they feel. I could also see him enjoying lying down on your ass when you're on your stomach. You will catch him staring if you're wearing a skirt or shorts. 2nd favorite place to nap and watch videos on his phone.

-Felix

Sub felix is 100% a boob lover but otherwise I feel like he doesn't have a preference? I just feel like he's too respectful and soft for that. Another one that finds your boobs relaxing to nap on though. Likes to play with them when hes feeling subby. I could definitely see him patting your butt in a cute way when he passes you in the kitchen or something like that.

-Seungmin

Hngggggg probably likes ass more? I could see him playing with it to annoy you or when he's bored. Butt pats every now and then just because he feels like it. I feel like he would get kinda grabby when you guys are making out or you're in his lap. Likes the feel of his thighs hitting your ass when he fucks you from behind. Develops an obsession with slapping it to see it turn red.

-Jeongin

I don't think he really has a preference but I feel like he leans more towards tits? This might be more of perv innie im thinking of but I could see him being obsessed with your boobs. You catch him staring at them a lot when he thinks you're too distracted to notice. Probably gets turned on seeing you wear low cuts shirts and ends up having to fuck you to fix his problem. Spends extra time playing with and leaving marks on your tits. Probably fucks em if they're big enough.

#skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids smut #skz reactions #sub!stray kids #dom!skz

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bangchansgirlsblog · 6 months

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THE ANGST/FLUFF MASTERLIST:

BangChan:

LeeKnow:

ChangBin:

Jisung:

Hyunjin:

Felix:

Soon.

Seungmin:

Soon.

I.N:

OT9:

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etherealinowrites · 9 months

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can you please please please please write perv best friend minho manipulating you into sleeping with him? like you’re his cute bestie and he just has to have you or he’ll be very sad and you can’t see him sad so you’ll do anything to make him happy

i love this ask so much, i stepped outta class to answer this too <3

perv bestf minho x female reader.

smut. cnc, use of pet names and nicknames like baby angel etc. roleplay, swearing, kissing, minho is a sneaky manipulative bitch (not really it’s all pre agreed and approved and mutually consented)

minors dni

part 2

your best friend minho was obsessed with you. of course he was, had you seen yourself? you were the epitome of a gorgeous person. a literal goddess in his eyes. it didn’t help that you were extremely inexperienced, so cute and innocent when it came to anything sexual. it made him absolutely feral, seeing your doe eyes when anything sexual came up, how your cheeks would turn red because you had no experience whatsoever. he was obsessed with every minute of it. and every once of you.

it didn’t help that you were extremely careless with minho, walking around braless, pants less and what not less. he was your best of 15 years after all, you didn’t think you had anything to hide. but what you didn’t know was just how badly minho was affected by it all. seeing your breasts move under your hair, the outline of your nipples, it made him insane, being able to see it all up close but being unable to do anything.

minho couldn’t count the number of times he’d gotten off to your dirty laundry, to the pictures he’d drawn of you, to the expressions you made when you both watched movies together. oh of course he had to jerk himself off under the blanket you both shared as you watched the movie on your fridays off.

and this friday was no different, you both sat on the couch, an old romcom playing on the tv as you ate some popcorn from the tub next to you on the couch. you’d forgone a bra again, wearing a flimsy tank with some tiny shorts which practically did nothing, on your body, but did a whole lot to minho, who was doing everything he could to hold himself back from grabbing a handful of your perfect ass and squeezing it.

“i’m so cold” you whined and snuggled into his side, his bicep brushing against your breast and he teased up. while your eyes were trained on the tv, he shamelessly but sneakily checked your breasts out, oh those round tits, fuck, teasing him like a slut. he thought. he couldn’t take it anymore and placed his hand on your thigh, startling you a little. “min?” you mumbled and he sighed. “shhh angel, min just wants to cuddle you” he cooed and you instantly relaxed, it was minho after all.

his hand slowly snaked up, now fully stroking your thigh and getting a good feel of anything he wanted. “um” you mouthed out when his hands brushed your panties, making you shiver. “what-“ you began but he placed a finger to your lips, “minho needs to cuddle you angel, won’t you let him?” he said with a pout, hiding the smirk at your blush.

your heart broke at that, how could you possibly say no to your minho? so you nodded and spread your legs, letting him touch what he wanted and in between, he picked you up into his lap, touching your cunt over your panties carefully and starting to place small kisses on your neck. “minho- that’s a little-“ you whined, closing your eyes at the pleasure you felt and he couldn’t help but smirk, pinching your clit gently.

“but baby, don’t you want minho to cuddle you, touch you and be happy? that’s what best friends do angel, they make their friends happy, and do whatever is needed to do that” he cooed into your ear, licking it sensually ask you almost whimpered at that. “do you want min to be sad mm? don’t you want your best friend to be happy?” he pouted and said this in a gentle whine, knowing full well what it did to you.

this has you shaking your head quickly, this was your best friend minho, he needed to be happy right? whatever was needed from you, you would do it. “okay min, touch me please? be happy?” you mewled and minho smirked, pushing his hands inside your panties. “now that’s my good angel”

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[compiled list of hard thoughts]

part 2

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bugeater101 · 2 years

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Truth or Dare?, pt. 3

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: swithc!reader x switch!minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, pussy slapping, spanking, face slapping, restraint, oral (f. receiving and m. receiving), brief use of colour system, slight voyeurism, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex (USE A CONDOM!!!), overstimulation, fluff ending (basically aftercare to make up for the fact that Minho's a jackass).

Word Count: 6.5K

Author's Note: Part 3! I hope you guys have liked this mini-series. I'm feeling not great about my writing right now and am just generally unconfident in what I've created recently. So, I hope I continue to improve as I create more content for you guys! Again, if you have any suggestions/asks/hard or soft thoughts, send them my way! I love hearing from y'all and it makes my day that you decide to share your perverted fantasies with me lmao. Anyways, enjoy! As always, though both characters in this fic are students, they are 18+. Therefore, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Other than that, thanks for reading!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

Anxiety raked your body as the minutes ticked by. The silence of your home reminded you of Minho's expected arrival and what was to come, despite your lack of knowledge about Minho's objectives. After disobeying him, Minho's reaction was exactly what you had expected: enraged, frustrated—showing all the tell-tale signs of feeling unrespected. So, you knew that, regardless of your efforts to text him to talk it over (or even beg for forgiveness), his need to reassert his position as the Truth or Dare victor was greater than your desire for mercy.

Your body remained stiffed from the day's earlier encounter, hair unkempt from fiddling with it and your uniform still in its dishevelled state. One thing had changed, however: you removed your underwear.

Okay, you admit it. A thong is like panties and you'd hoped that maybe Minho would be kind enough or pussy-crazed enough to let it slide. But, you should've known better. He wasn't the sweet nor merciful type, so he certainly wouldn't take disloyalty too kindly.

The clock at the corner of your room clicked with every passing second, the room's air tense as you sat still on your bed. What was Minho going to do to you? It wasn't this question or your lack of knowledge of what was to come that made you uneasy. You knew that, though he was cruel, Minho wasn't overly harsh. No, what really frightened you was your helplessness.

You had succumbed to every craving you had for him in mere days. What had started as passing thoughts of him in not-so platonic ways turned into you acting out your innermost desires those damn toys that started this whole charade. Now, this devil managed to sneak out of your fantasies and was living out his own dreams in your reality. It seems that every push you made to get away from such thoughts now brought you closer to them than ever. Minho was on your mind, and you couldn't wish it or force it away.

6:56 PM. Minho would be here any second; he was always punctual. In fact, you were still amazed by his coordination today. Even if he pulled the fire alarm just to see you, he must've studied which way your class specifically would have exited, where you would've been according to your position in the class itself, etc. You had to hand it to him, Minho knew how to get what he wanted. Planning, time, and effort went into getting you alone. So, you disobeying his orders wasn't just a defiant act against him, but to everything he had done, everything he had put effort into. He was a man who enjoyed precision and order, and your defilement of that meant you must pay for it in a similar nature: in your own degradation.

A loud knock at the door made you jump, and you sit still as realization washes over you. 7:00PM. It was time for your punishment.

"Come in!" You yelled from your room, your voice somehow steady. With the switch of the lock, the door is forced open. Another second passed, and it seemed like Minho materialized in your room, locking the front door, taking off his shoes, running towards your room, and locking your own door behind him in mere milliseconds. Your brain was on the fritz, unable to keep up with what was to happen and what was happening.

Minho felt the denseness of the air as soon as he entered your normally relaxed sanctuary, his uncomfortability reflected in the stiff way he dropped his bag and began removing his school tie.

"Please relax, y/n," he mumbled, your eyes wide as you stared at him. "This won't be fun if you don't like it." After removing the tie fully, Minho held the satin fabric in his hand, his eyes studying you. He turned, heading towards the light switch to turn off the overhead light and turn your fairy lights, illuminating your room in a soft incandescent hue.

"But if you choose to like it," he continued, his voice low and intriguing, despite your efforts to keep your emotions at bay. Minho turned around and looked back at you. "If you choose to enjoy it, you might just end up loving it." A smirk rose on his face as he came closer to you, each step making your thighs tighten together and your stomach knot a little more. He stopped a foot away from you, staring down at your figure, studying how your top—even when resting—can barely contain your bust. Fuck, you were pretty. It made Minho want to skip all over the pleasantries, all of the things he had planned for you, and get straight to what he's always wanted to do with you: kiss you. Kissing you slowly, holding you close with no barriers separating you, and not fucking you, but making love to you. God, he wanted to treasure you, let you know just how this wasn't just a quick fuck, a thing of teenage hormones or clouded judgement, but that he really wanted to do all of that with you.

Yet, on the other hand, he was mad.

Not just mad, but pissed. Downright enraged at your behaviour. So, before he could skip to the good part, he had to make you work for it. You had to know your place, and realize just how much you wanted him, too.

"Get on all fours," Minho demanded. According to his expression, there was no space to mess around or tease him. He was calling the shots, taming you, and if you were to try and change that dialogue, then who knows what measures he would go to. Your body immediately went into action, rushing to the centre of the bed and placing your hands and knees parallel to each other, facing away from Minho. Your immediate obedience was appreciated and expected: you didn't intend to piss off Minho more than you already have. Yet, he wouldn't be too easy to please.

"Ooh, so now you want to act all good?" He scolded. You felt the bed shift behind you, and you knew that Minho was now positioned behind you on his knees. Suddenly, you felt a deep pressure between your shoulder blades, forcing you onto your elbows and making you arch your back so your ass was pointed in the air. "Lean forward, baby," Minho growled. "I want to see what you've been hiding." Your new position made your skirt ride higher up your thighs, slightly revealing your ass and a bit of your pussy. You whimpered as the cold air met your already soaking heat, making Minho chuckle.

"Aw, look at you," he cooed. The humiliation made you press your hot face into the bed. Yet, despite your embarrassment, your headshot up once you felt Minho's cold fingers push your skirt higher and higher.

"Shh, baby," he whispered, massaging your plump flesh as you let out a small whimper. "You deserve this. Now, you're gonna take your punishment like a good girl, right?" Before you could respond, your voice caught in your throat as his cold fingers met your cunt. The wetness that had troubled you the entire day was now being spread across your lips, allowing Minho to easily tease your clit and stick the tips of his fingers into you. A smile spread across his face with every little moan you let out, teasing and playing with your pussy but offering you no satisfaction.

"I'm glad I'm finally getting my reward," he groaned out. "And I'm glad you're finally being punished." Out of the blue, pain shot through your entire body as Minho retracted his hand and left a quick swat to your cunt. Then, with a swift movement, he reached forward and grabbed your clasped hands that rested on the bed and ripped them apart. Your face and upper chest crashed into the bed as Minho pulled your hands back and tied them behind you with his tie. Despite the softness of your fabric, the tense knot told you that there would be lasting marks.

"Minho," you mewled out, your back curving deliciously as Minho stared at your feeble form. His hands resumed to grip your ass and love handles, imaging what it would look like fucking your cunt like this from behind, all tied up and ready for him to be used.

"Be quiet," Minho stated, making you sniffle. "If you wanna be good, you gotta learn your lesson, hm?"

"Minho, I— ah!" A sharp smack cut you off before you could even argue against him. Your moans filled Minho's ears as he slapped your ass, loving how it jiggled with every harsh hit and how the redness spread across your backside. However, he knew he loved two things more: how there would be a mark in the shape of his hand left on your flesh, and how wet you were getting from this.

"You slut," he spat, giving you a break by rubbing two fingers throw your folds while his other hands gripped your constrained hands. He leaned forward so that his lips were at your ears, and the closeness of his body to yours allowed you to feel his length against your cunt through his pants. And, with his chest pressed into your back, you could tell that somewhere along the way he had unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to hang off of his body, untucked.

"How dare you enjoy this," he groaned in your ear. Tears prickled your eyes as you fought hard to respond to his scolding.

"I'm sorry, Minho," you hiccuped. Minho scoffed.

"You wanna feel better? You've been enjoying this entire punishment and you're even pushing your cunt into my cock right now." Though this shocked you, you realized it was true. You had subconsciously moved your body closer to his, pressing yourself further into him and rutting a bit to feel his hard-on against your pussy. Somewhere in the mess of things, he had also unzipped his pants, revealing the front of his boxers and allowing your dripping lips to soak them. You gasped slightly at the discovery, tears now staining your cheeks as you began to profusely apologize,

"Minnie, I'm sorry," you whined. "I just wan' have fun with Minnie, but now I've been bad... I'm sorry." Small sobs left your lips as Minho continued to play with your clit. His heart only ached slightly for your state, because whose wouldn't? You were normally so strong-willed, so powerful, so determined, and now... now you were his plaything, huh? Minho laughed then, realizing how you finally got what you had coming, that this was what it was all building up to. He had tamed you.

"Thank you for apologizing, y/n," he said slowly, love tracing his voice as he finally pulled his hand away and started slowly massaging you instead. He pressed kisses along your back and ear before nibbling it slightly, allowing you to calm down before he continued.

"Colour?" He asked after a minute.

"Green," you responded quietly.

He nodded in response and continued to kiss you. Kisses eventually moved down your back and were now pressed into the back of your thighs and ass, trying to replace the lingering pain with love.

"Lemme make you feel better," he whispered as you buried your face into the bed. "Let me praise you after taking your punishment so well."

"Please, Minho," you begged as his kisses teased closer and closer to your pussy, though never even grazing it. You were initially expecting him to immediately pull away in response to your begs, continuing on and not granting you any relief. However, maybe your pleas had gotten to Minho, and it was making him a bit of a softy.

As if reading your mind, Minho's lips finally met your clit. You immediately moaned out, responding to the sweet relief his kisses offered.

"Fuck," you mewled as his nose buried into your hole while his tongue vigorously sucked on your clit. His hands occupied themselves by gripping your ass and wrapping around your thigh. His tongue moved sloppily, drool and your juices leaking down his chin as he moaned into your pussy, a puddle of your precum soaking the sheets below you.

"Mmh." Though his voice was muffled as was yours, his trapped as he continued to lap you up while yours was drowned out by the bed below you, you both knew that the other kept begging for more.

In order to give your more pleasure and satisfy his own, Minho suddenly flipped your entire body over like it was nothing, as if his carnal desires allowed him to move whatever he wanted with ease. You gasped as your body was flung across the bedspread and now rested flat, knees spread by Minho's hands and your arms tied behind you, with Minho between your legs. He stared at your expression for a second, face reddened partly with tears and partly due to shame, but overall overwhelmed by crushing neediness.

"You're..." he panted as he looked at you writhe below him, attempting to push your knees together to ease the pain between them. His chin glistened with your cum and his spit, his tongue slightly licking his lips to taste what remained of you. "You're so pretty," he gasped out. Before you could respond, Minho flung himself forward and began kissing you passionately, his tongue finding yours and his lips softly touching yours. He pulled away and began kissing your neck and jaw, making you moan out.

"Minnie!" You cried.

"Can you taste yourself, y/n?" He hummed in between kisses to your collarbone, "Can you taste yourself on your lips? You taste so fucking good, so perfect for me." Minho sat back on his heels then despite your efforts to bring him back to you, which were quite useless due to your impeded state. Minho's hands found your shirt and ripped your blouse open, scattering the pearlescent buttons across your bed and floor.

"Minho!" You shouted, shocked by his aggression. Minho, however, was entranced by your tits, mouth drooling not only because of how he missed your taste but because of how plump your chest looked.

"S... sorry for the mess, y/n," he mumbled. His eyes met yours and he chucked. "So... no bra either?" You felt dumbstruck for a second by his coy attitude, his humour being a surprising but not unwelcomed reaction. You smiled.

"I thought that since you said 'no underwear', I should apply that to all undergarments," you responded happily. Minho smiled at you before shaking his head.

"God, y/n, what you do to me." Before you could respond, Minho's mouth met your nipples and sucked them, pushing your tits together in an attempt to lick them at the same time. You whimpered as he massaged your tits, loving the way he kissed the middle of your chest while each hand pinched and pulled your nipples. Here and there, he would flick them or push your tits together in a feeble attempt to try and suck them at the same time again. You twisted under him, wrapping your legs around his waist and feeling every little rutt he made into the bed below you.

"Minho, please," you begged although you didn't know what you were pleading for. He continued his actions, thrusts going deeper into the bed below him as he tried to catch his high. Your writhed below him, trying to tear your hands apart and finally touch him, but were trapped due to the tie around your wrists. You begged and pleaded, whimpers filling Minho's ears.

However, though Minho loved your whines, he was getting sick of you. Not you entirely— he loved your body and your reactions to his touch and how you let out little hiccups here and there—but he was finding the whole begging thing getting old.

"God," he groaned, pulling away from you. "Y/n, you talk too much," he cooed at your innocent, needy gaze. That look made him want to scoff, laugh at you, because how could you look at him like that after all you've put him through?

Sitting up on his knees, he pulled you up with him and then shoved you back down onto the mattress so you sat on your knees. You stared up at him, his bulge prominent in his opened trousers and the curve of his abs making your mouth water. The tightness on your wrists became more noticeable as you wished to reach out and grasp his cock, to see if he was really seven inches like he told you. Luckily, Minho did it himself. With one hand petting your head, his other slipped into his boxers. He threw his head back and hissed at the direct touch on his dick, teasing himself right in front of you and enjoying every second of your desperate whines.

"Aw, look at you," he chuckled breathlessly. "You want cock, y/n?" You nodded, thinking it was an adequate response. However, Minho tugged your head aggressively and pulled you up to face him.

"Hmph! Fuck— Yes, Minnie, I wan' cock," you sobbed. A kiss on your forehead indicated that Minho liked that response. Dropping you back onto the bed, Minho moaned as he tugged harder on his dick, growing larger in the confines of his clothing.

"Show me, then." Minho pulled his cock out, the red tip snapping against his abdomen and making him moan.

Fuck. He was right about the size.

"I know baby," he laughed, "I don't like to lie." His hand stroked his dick right in front of your face, dragging from his base to his head, slightly thumbing his slit when it reached the tip and making him gasp. Fuck, he was big. How could he have not told you until you pressured him to? You've wanted to fuck him forever, and little did you know he had the most perfect cock; thick, huge, and with the slightest curve that you knew could fuck you good.

"Minho," you whispered. "You're mean." He laughed at you, hips slightly stuttering as he continued to stroke himself. Precum leaked from his tip as you stuck your tongue out, desperate to catch some.

"Baby, are you hungry from some cock?" he asked cutely, bending his head down slightly and pulling up your head to meet his.

"Mmhm," you hummed, nodding aggressively. "Wanna taste Minnie and show him how good I can suck." Though you tried to maintain eye contact with Minho, your gaze kept fluttering down to his angry head, aching to suck on his tip and make him cum down your throat.

Minho noticed your desperation and cooed at how your eyes begged for your throat to be filled. Standing straight, he brought his hand to your chin and made him look up at you.

"You think you deserve a reward for being so good?" Nodding again with a series of mhm's, Minho sighed and decided to take pity on you. "Get on the floor baby." You began to climb to the floor but stopped once you reached the edge of the bed. Turning to him shyly, you looked up at Minho and gestured with your head to your restrained hands.

"Can Minnie be nice and untie me?" you mumbled weakly. Minho raised an eyebrow, confused as to why you would want to be released. You understood his confusion and continued. "I wan' give Minnie pleasure with my hands and mouth... wanna make his cock feel as good as it can." Minho almost attacked you with kisses upon hearing how desperate you were to please him, falling for you all over again. Instead, he opted to untie your hands, telling you "of course, y/n" with a sweet voice. As soon as you were freed, you moved onto the floor and pulled Minho to the edge of the bed, him laughing at how excited you were to be filled with some cock. You stroked his thighs that were slung over the side of the bed, running your hands up his abs and touching everything you couldn't the first time. You sat up on your knees and kissed his lips, tasting the lingering juices on him and savouring how charming his kisses were. Your lips then worked their way down his jaw and neck and pressed sloppy kisses down his entire torso until you reached his cock. You were about to place your mouth on him, drool leaking from your mouth and landing on his head, making him groan.

"Wait, y/n," he panted. His words worried you, making you pull away and sit back.

"Minho, what's wrong?" You asked urgently. Minho immediately calmed you, placing his hands on the bed and leaning back.

"Don't worry, y/n, I'm fine," he reassured. "But, I need you to do something for Minnie, okay?"

"Anything," you immediately responded, making his heart warm. Minho looked down at you then down at the bed.

"Get the box," he demanded. You stilled, eyes wide. God, he could eat you up right now. "Let's finish what we started yesterday, hm?"

Instantly, you dove under the bed beside him, making him chuckle at your eagerness and the sight of your ass arched next to him. He was tempted to spank you again, fuck you while you were unaware and helpless under the bed, but the redness of your ass and his need to get his cock sucked made him think again. You reemerged in the blink of an eye, presenting the box to Minho.

"Baby wants me to choose?" he asked.

"Yes, Minnie," you gushed.

Minho stared you down again. "You weren't going to be given an option in the first place." He threw off the box lid and immediately found the bunny vibrator from yesterday, turning it on and testing to see if had enough battery to last the rest of the night. He grabbed the box and shoved it back under the bed, keeping only the pink vibrator in his hands. Tossing the toy to you, he leaned back on his hands and glanced down at his cock.

"Well?" He asked. "It's not gonna suck itself, y/n. Show me how well you use that mouth of yours and how you use that toy on your tasty little pussy, okay?" Even before giving a "yes" or even a nod, your hand was back on Minho's thigh and moving to grasp his cock for the first time. As soon as your hand held his base, you kissed the tip, causing Minho to throw his head back and moan loudly. You licked his shaft from base to head, wetting his cock before kitten-licking the head and sucking it eagerly. Minho had a white-knuckle grip on the sheets, trying to contain himself so he didn't preemptively cum in your mouth.

"U-use your toy, baby. Do as you're t-told," he stammered out through gritted teeth. You happily obliged, letting your hand stroke his cock while you licked the head of the vibrator just like you did yesterday, making Minho groan at the sight. Then, after wetting your toy, you finally placed the buzzing vibrator on your clit, riding your skirt up a bit to give Minho a view while you sucked his dick.

"Fuck, baby," he panted out as you returned to his cock. With every hum and moan you released with his dick in your mouth, he did the same, mewling as you eagerly licked him.

"You wanna suck me dry, y/n?" He asked while you pumped him harder, grinding on the vibrator below you and getting it wetter and wetter. "Want me to fill you up, don't you?"

"Mmhm," you mewled against him, making Minho moan in response. However, instead of continuing until Minho came undone, you had something better in mind. Pulling off of him with a pop, a string of drool still connected you two, causing Minho to lean back on his elbows as he urged you to keep going.

"C'mon, baby, you were doing so well," he whined, still trying to maintain his dominance in spite of his neediness. You glanced up at him and smirked. First the first time, you knew you had the upper hand. With his cock in one hand and your cum-covered vibrator in the other, you placed the buzzing bunny on his cock head and made him writhe beneath you.

"Fuck, baby," he panted out as he gripped the sheets tighter below him. While one hand played with the vibrator on his tip, your other held his balls and your tongue traced the length of his dick. Minho's chest rose and fell deeply, trying to stop himself from coming so quickly. One of his hands rose up in an attempt to pet you, to give you some love in return, but it instead threaded through your hair and pulled it, earning a moan from both you and him.

"God, y/n," he groaned as you licked, pumped, and fucked him every way you could.

"Minho..." you mumbled, "you taste so good." Your mouth and vibrator switch places, sucking him fervently while the vibrator rubbed him quickly. Minho began to pant and mumble incoherently, his grip becoming harsher as his hips fucked into your mouth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted in an attempt to keep his orgasm at bay, though he knew it was no use. "Fuck, baby, yes, yes, please, I'm going to cum, please! Fuck, Fuck— ah!" Cum shot from his cock and into your mouth, milking himself dry on your tongue as you lapped him up.

"Y/n... y/n, fuck," Minho gasped as he tried to catch his breath. "So good, baby. You suck cock so fucking good." He stroked you lovingly, loving how you licked the cum off of your lips and the vibrator. You pulled yourself off him, allowing him to calm down and to shut off your toy. However, no matter how much Minho came or how much he tried to settle himself, he was still incredibly hard. And, his cock was covered in cum. You whined at the sight, unsatisfied at your performance and looking up at him with desperate eyes.

"Minho," you mewled out.

"What?" he asked, still trying to catch his breath. Then, he noticed his current state and how red his dick still was, and how you rocked with your hands clasped on your lap: you were waiting for permission.

"Y/n, I—" he began, but he had guessed wrong. You were done taking orders.

"I don't care Minnie," you cut him off. You couldn't wait any more today. You had grown impatient, waiting for Minho's permission to do any little thing. You've had enough. You grabbed his cum-covered dick and began licking off every little bit of it. Sucking on him eagerly, Minho's hands didn't know what to do. Overstimulated and just as needy as you, he didn't know whether to pull you off or push you further on his cock.

"Y/n— I— ah—please, sto—ah!" Every sentence, hell every word he spoke was lost to him. All he could think of was how good you were at sucking him off, and how he needed more of you. But fuck did he need a break. "Y/n, please!" He begged in a raspy voice, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. Finally, with the little strength he had, Minho managed to pull you off his cock. Both of you gasped for air, trying to stable yourselves. However, before you could gather yourself, Minho pulled you up and threw you onto the bed.

"Minnie!" You gasped as you bounced on the mattress. When you looked back at him, Minho's entire demeanour had changed from the quivering mess he was before. Somehow, in mere seconds he had thrown off his shirt, boxers, and pants, with his cock standing prominently against him. "Minnie..." you repeated in a small voice, trying to pull at his heartstrings.

"Did I give you permission to touch my cock?" He growled, walking towards you slowly. Though you wanted to retreat against the backboard of your bed, your limbs couldn't find the energy or courage to move.

"No," you answered, knowing that even a stutter could set him off. He kept moving towards you, taking a step onto the bed with his knee and proceeding to crawl towards you.

"Then why aren't you being obedient?" he spat. Suddenly, he grabbed your legs and pulled your forward, your thighs crashing into his and making you yelp. With unfathomable strength, he ripped—literally ripped—your already ruined shirt off of you, leaving you in your skirt and tie.

"Minnie!" You cried as you stared into his dark eyes

"Can't trust you one bit, can I?" he questioned as he proceeded to pull your tie off you, gather your hands in his, and retie them together. "Have to keep you restrained like the little bitch you are?"

"Min— fuck!" Though you tried to protest and defend your actions, you were cut short by a swift smack across your face. You stared up at Minho, his breathing hard and your eyes wide.

"Sorry, baby," he said. "But you gotta learn to be good."

Harshly, Minho wrapped your legs around your waist and pinned your tied hands above your head, making it so you were once again face-to-face with him.

"Now, say 'please, Minnie,' okay?" He whispered.

For the first time that night, you stuttered. "P-please Minnie?" Minho smiled in response. He had finally broken you.

Then, you felt his tip tease your clit, both of you moaning out from the overstimulation. Gathering your juices on his cock, he finally decides to slip his tip into your cunt, letting you stretch around him.

"God, y/n," he gasped as he buried in his head in your neck, trying to get closer to you. You could barely respond, mewling out a hum in an effort to tell him how good he feels.

"Ready for me?" Minho asks, raising his head to meet yours. However, instead of your eyes catching his own, they were sweetly staring into nothing. Meeting his eventually after tracing the walls, your blank stare juxtaposed Minho's gleeful one.

"Hey, where are you baby?" He giggled in between breaths, removing his hand from your tied ones to brush some hair out of your face. He kisses your cheek, inching slowly into you as he proceeds to pepper your face with light smooches.

"Minnie," you whine out as he stretches you out.

"There you are, y/n," Minho coos as he pushes inch by inch into you. "Come on, take this big cock into your tiny hole like you know how." After what felt like hours, Minho finally bottomed out in you. You both panted at the sensation, feeling every ridge in his cock in you while he almost came again strictly from how your gummy walls hugged him. Minho, after finally calming himself, began to rock into you, pushing and pulling himself out of your cunt with a groan.

"Fuck, fuck, baby," he cried at the sensation, holding you close.

"Minnie!" You moaned out from the stretch.

"Goddammit, y/n," he groaned in a low voice as he pulled out again. "You gotta learn to be g-good." You could barely respond, instead simply uttering his petname over and over again.

"Say my name," Minho whined as he sat up and spread your legs out, removing his hands from your restrained ones.

"Minho, please keep fucking your baby," you begged as he readjusted himself, briefly depriving you of his cock.

"Fuck," Minho whimpered as he began to fuck you again, this time harder and deeper. "You talk too much, baby," he groaned as he threw his head back before having it fall forward again, watching his cock piston in and out of your swollen pussy.

"Minho, I'm sorry," you cried. Though your hands were free, you still were able to bring them down your clit and play with it, wanting to reach your high quickly after being edged all night.

"Y/n, s-stop," Minho mumbled as he watched you thumb your bundle of nerves. Every brush to your clit made you squeeze tighter around him, sucking in his cock and making his thrusts shallow and quick. "If you k-keep doing that, y-you're gonna m-make me cum."

You wanted to chuckle at Minho's deterioration in front of you, but you knew you were no better. After this entire night, you couldn't hold a candle to his power over you. With every eager pump into you, Minho brought you closer and closer to your climax— and he could tell. Minho's thrusts started to become sloppy, using the last of his strength to keep his hips from stuttering or stopping, despite the urge to edge himself a little more. But, he was too overstimulated, and even another glance down at his cock buried in you could make him cum on sight.

"Be good baby, c'mon," he moaned as he fucked into you faster and faster, gripping your thighs tighter with every thrust into you. "Come around me, y/n. Do it, baby, make a mess,"

"Fuck, Minho!"

"Be good, be good, come with me, be a good baby, please," he moaned as his hands slapped the fat of your legs. "P-please cum, baby, be good like you know how to, please! Please, baby, fuck! P-please— fuck!" Minho's hips stuttered as you came around him, soaking his cock and making a mess on the bed below you. You cried out his name while he continued to pound into you, unable to control the movement of your fingers nor handle the speed of Minho's thrusts.

Minho's hips stuttered a second before pulling out, making you mewl as you watched him vigorously pump his dick before cumming the second time that night, panting your pussy and tummy in his cum.

As if running a marathon, Minho collapsed onto you, caging your body in his while you panted below him, both of you attempting to catch your runaway breath.

You felt like you were a million miles away, descending from Cloud 9 and attempting to ground yourself again. Then, you felt a small pressure on your cheek, then jaw, then forehead, then temple. Minho was drawing you back home, easing you down with gentle kisses and sweetly stroking your jaw as your breathing slowed. When you finally came to, you looked and saw a tired Minho beside you, wide-eyed and enjoying your exhausted expression.

"Y/n, you're back," he whispered as he brushed away some hair that had stuck to your face. You smiled in response, unable to find the words that told him all you wanted to say. Something along the lines of "thank you, I'm here, and I love you" would have been good. Yet, you still could not conjure the boldness nor the energy to tell him that. Instead, you rolled over slightly so you both laid on your sides, and you buried your face into your pillow as you held each other close.

"So," Minho continued as he stroked your cheek with his thumb, "did you enjoy your punishment?" You laughed at his joke, enjoying his lightness considering how heavy he was mere minutes ago.

"Fantastic," you giggled. "I should rebel more often just so you could punish me more." Minho smiled and came closer, brushing his nose slightly against yours. You had never seen him this giggly, this playful or amused. And it was true: he felt relieved and relaxed for the first time in a while, happy to be here with you in such circumstances, to hold you like this, to finally say that you are, in more or less formal terms, his.

"Maybe you should. Now," Minho rose up, gaining newfound energy. "You stay there, I'm going to get a cloth to clean you up and some snacks. Anything in particular you want?"

You shook your head no, surprised at how responsible Minho had become due to your rather impaired state. Minho rushed off then, leaving only momentarily and returning in the blink of an eye, snacks and a warm washcloth in his hand. However, though he wanted to make you smile, all you did was laugh.

"You just ran around my house completely naked, Minho," you chuckled. Minho didn't glance down to see if you were correct—you obviously were—and instead placed the snacks on your bedside table, along with a water bottle, and slowly cleaned you up with the cloth.

"Damn, not even a thank you? And what happened to 'Minnie'?" He asked as you melted into his touch.

"You are insatiable," you laughed again. "Thank you, Minnie." You emphasized the nickname, making him smile.

After cleaning you, Minho disposed of the dirty washcloth and reached into the backpack that he had brought with him, pulling out two hoodies, a pair of boxers, and your panties from yesterday. He tossed one of the hoodies to you and your underwear. You stared at them in shock, surprised he had the generosity to give them back to you.

"They're clean, by the way," he said as he slipped the boxers on. "I, um, had some fun with them yesterday night and had to clean them anyway." You laughed, slipping on the soft white garment and the black hoodie he had thrown to you, basking in his lingering cologne that stuck to the soft cotton.

"Thank you," you responded. "I also had some fun last night after you left." Minho cleaned your room as you talked, putting away the box of toys and placing your bunny vibrator aside to clean it later, silently enjoying how he finally got to see you use it. Minho laughed at your response, kicking his dirty clothes and the scattered buttons from your blouse aside to clear your floor. Then, his eyes then up at you. He had never seen you so beautiful, so comfortable in his clothes, and so natural. It was like you were meant to be there with him, right here, right now.

Of course, he could never let himself be so open about such feelings. This was Minho, after all. Instead, he jumped into your bed, making you bounce at his actions and lightly hitting his arm for disturbing you. He crawled up to you, snuggling into your chest and letting his weight press you down into the mattress.

"I guess we're perfect for each other then," he said as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Your hands played with his hair, petting him slowly and relaxing into his touch. You smiled.

"I guess we are."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #leeknow smut #leeknow fluff #leeknow x reader #leeknow x y/n #perv!leeknow #stray kids leeknow #lee minho

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wildernessuntothemselves · 1 year

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Hi~♡ please allow me to me to rank and analyze the entire list of writing propositions you put out while I avoid the last chapter of yamqn because I am keeping it to a moment when I can create the perfect atmosphere to read it properly.

1° werewolf!txt au full fic - that one is a little special to me cause the basis for that one was the first of your writings I ever came across

2° necromancer!oc and TaeGyu - the plot just sounds really really interesting and I love the little touch of classic horror and morbid themes i am getting from this one. that hint of a 70's horror sexploitation vibe

3° teaching your best friend Gyu how to fuck full fic - how not to love this one? it's guaranteed quality enjoyment. THE safe bet

4° bear!hybrid Gyu - the little excerpt you posted a while ago got me mad you ended it there. I want more. and bears are very much to my liking in hybrid fic for the contrast of being stupidly fluffy and cute but at the same time deadly dangerous

5° puppy!gyu getting teased by kitten you full fic - love how the synopsis basically implies that we are the pet's pet 💀. aside from that it's a perv!gyu fic with a bonus of fluffy ears and tails.

6° fox hybrid!Jun and owner!Bin - the synopsis got me interested in the dynamics with yeonjun. the idea of him being a arrogant fox for being highly desired and at the same time a cheap overused sex toy for rent... sublime.

7° puppy hybrid!Gyu and best friend kitty!Oc

8° YAMQN priest sequel - let's go sexy priest! the religious macabre is a special kind of subtle horror aesthetic, I love it... the juxtaposition of divine and corrupt, salvation and oppression, inconditional love and eternal existential doom (yes, I was raised catholic lol)

9° YAMQN barista sequel - it has potential, but I feel like something is missing. maybe it's the word barista that is tricking me into seeing this as more basic than it really is.

10° yandere soulmates TaeGyu - for some reason the synopsis reminded me of another fic that had a very similar theme, I really did not enjoy reading that one. I mean, if anyone can do it right it's probably you but I don't know

11° arranged marriage prince!Gyu - I don't think I will be able to read a prince!gyu fic and NOT think of yamqn for a while

12° perv!Soobin - too close to the cannon version of him I have in my brain 💀 (sorry, soobin biased people... don't take that as offense please)

13° senior Oc and yandere!tyun - when I was reading the title the first thing that came to mind was "senior oc" as in senior citizen Oc! straight up retired rich old lady Oc with her young hunk trophy husband that only married her for her money and is secretly trying to murder her... now I want the version I imagined more than the one you propositioned lol

14° stepbro!Tyun full story - not my type of porn category. as someone with giant frankstein of a family tree that has more divorces and remarriages than people... it's a bit uncomfortable.

15° best of the best - not txt

16° high stakes - found myself frowning while reading the prompt for some reason

17° ceo son!leeknow - not txt. and every fanfic that features a ceo or ceo son as the romantic interest reminds of fifty shades 💀 so no thanks

(I already voted on the poll hihi)

~♡anon

good idea. i honestly haven't even read it again after posting it (which i usually do to give myself perspective on what the hell i just did) because i'm scared lmao. let me comment on your comments

so many people came to my blog from that fic wow it's honestly so surprising as that fic was almost like an afterthought that i didn't really expect to get back to

yup we love horror sexploitation in this house lmao. though i'd definitely need ideas on where to take the fic as other than the original premise and the dynamics between the characters, i don't know here to ultimately take it

definitely a safe bet. fluffy smutty goodness

i love this much a lot too but my only reservation is that it's pretty similar to the yandere puppy gyu cabin fic i recently posted. both involve oc getting tricked into mating with her crazy best friend

it is a perv!gyu fic and it is soooo cute. weirdly enough it's inspired by this video of a real life cat and dog lmao

this one was an ooooold request but yes owner soobin basically degrading jun for being an overpriced dildo and jun being offended that this dumb vixen isn't falling for him like all the other vixens is just yum

exactly lmao

this one can go alright or be super dark and disturbing depending on the version you guys choose (if this option even gets chosen)

oh believe me there is nothing basic about it. that's just a front to lull you into a false sense of security before unleashing the classic gyu moves of manipulation and gaslighting and convincing reader she's insane as the story gradually devolves

oh this is actually inspired by one of my favorite fics that i've read. give it a read i'm sure you'd love it too

fair enough, but this gyu is super sweet and adorable

i fail to see the issue 😌😂

lmao i'm all for older readers (since i'm older than all the boys) but not to the level of senior citizen lmao. but i did think of making a sugar mommy au

makes sense. i never had a step sibling so i don't share the same trauma lmao

😂😂😂😂

really? it's actually more of that campy sexploitation horror than even number two since it's inspired by an episode of buffy the vampire slayer

tbf i was considering changing it to gyu (because ofc I would) and it's nothing like fifty shades of grey at all. it's peak bratty sub idol and oc putting him in his place

#mort talks #♡anon

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luvyeni · 1 year

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—｛🎂｝... LUVYENI'S; MAIN MASTERLIST !

WARNING:: 18+ most of these works are explicit content , if you are under the age of 18 please do not interact with the explicit content , but fluff and angst will be on this account , you may interact with that , but if i find out you're underage interacting with smut , you will be blocked completely from my page.

DISCLAIMER:: ‼this is a work of fiction , all the stories below do not represent the idols in any way.

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m= mature s= suggestive f= fluff

—｛🍰｝... STRAY KIDS !

BANG CHAN

curious (m)

fear (m)

LEE KNOW

lonely (m)

listening ft. felix (m)

no permission ft. hyunjin (m)

CHANGBIN

first match (m)

lock you up (m)

let me use you (m)

HYUNJIN

distracted (m)

no permission ft. lee know (m)

forever with you (m)

HAN

audience ft. jeongin (m)

FELIX

dlmlu (m)(a)

1 am (m)

listening ft. leeknow (m)

tensions rising (m)

not together (you're mine) (m)

SEUNGMIN

car picnic (m)

I.N

mini skirt (m)

audience ft. jisung (m)

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bad day (m)

OT8

loser has to share (m) (fic)

the condom breaks (m)

not friends but not friends (s)

perv/yandere!skz with 9th member (m)

a court of thorns and roses (series)(m)(a)(f)

sexting with skz (1)(2)

STRAYKIDS HARD THOUGHTS HERE !

—｛🍰｝... ENHYPEN !

JUNGWON

HEESEUNG

campus secrets (f)

girl on the train (m)

make it up to me (m)

JAY

take it slow (m)

another one(m)

forever and always (m)

JAKE

good girl (m)

SUNGHOON

prettiest girl (m)

SUNOO

NI-KI

OT7

type of student they are (f)

not friends but not together (s)

different tropes with enhypen hyung line (m)

sexting with enhypen hyung line (1)(2)(3)

ENHYPEN HARD THOUGHTS HERE !

—｛🍰｝... TOMORROW X TOGETHER !

SOOBIN

all mines (m)

YEONJUN

late night (m)

never again (m)

BEOMGYU

right now (m)

TAEHYUN

study (m)

HUENING KAI

ready for bed

OT5

changing your hairstyle with tubatu (f)

friends leaving you out (a)(f)

member looking at you (a)

teasing them and leaving (m)

free use with with tubatu and 6th member (m)

sexting with tubatu (1)(2)

TUBATU HARD THOUGHTS HERE !

— ｛🍰｝... NCT DREAM !

MARK

nice boy (m)

RENJUN

crazy smile (m)

camera ready ft. 00' line (series)(m)

JENO

mine only (m)

camera ready 00' line (series)(m)

HAECHAN

hands off (f)(s)

one more time (m)

wake up (m)

camera ready ft. 00' line (series)(m)

JAEMIN

sensitive (m)

camera ready ft. 00' line (series)(m)

CHENLE

my bestfriends roommate (m)

interrupted (m)

morning sex (m)

if you love me (m)

this and that ft. jisung (m)

JISUNG

first time (m)

first time pt. 2 (m)

lollipop

just one kiss (m)

date night (m)

alone time (m)

this and that ft. chenle (m)

OT7

backstage (m) (fic)

the condom breaks with nct dream (a)(m)

unplanned pregnancy with nct dream (a)

after the break up with dream (a)(f)

innocent touches (f)

hand jobs with dream (m)

sharing a bed with dream (m)

sexting with nct dream (1)(2)

NCT DREAM HARD THOUGHTS HERE !

—｛🍰｝... NCT 127 !

TAEIL

TAEYONG

JOHNNY

that shirts (m)

wash day (m)

YUTA

whenever he wants (m)

DOYOUNG

on the edge (m)

JAEHYUN

JUNGWOO

OT7

sexting with nct 127 (1)

NCT HARD THOUGHTS HERE !

©️LUVYENI

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dirtykpopsnaps · 9 months

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Hi hi!! Could you do something for perv Han?

Snapping leeknow about how he thinks of the reader even though they’re nothing more than friends and there’s nothing sexual about it to her?

Sure thing!! It’ll be up later on tonight🥰🥰

Snap 3/5

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etherealinowrites · 1 year

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OMG OMG I just had the BEST floating thought of having Minho as your professor who’s just so obsessed with you and making you cry he grades you badly and asks difficult questions and humiliated you just to see you cry with your pretty eyes and aajksksksksk then he obviously fucks you to help you get your grades up.

(I’m sorry ai cant be saved)

okay first of all, i cant be saved too bby, don’t worry

also, let me worship your brain🛐 because this ask had me stepping out of class just to answer it.

welp, here it is-

professor minho who’s so so obsessed with seeing you in his class, he cancels it when you don’t come. if he can’t see your wide innocent eyes starting back at him from the audience, what was even the point of having the lecture? he’d rather stay in his office and jerk off to your pictures.

professor minho who calls on you when he knows you aren’t paying attention just so he can humiliate you and see your pretty cheeks turn red, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. oh how he wished he could take it between his teeth and suck on it.

professor minho who reprimands you for coming late, because don’t you feel the urge to come to his class and see him every chance you get? like he rushes to the class to see you for as long as he can. and makes you write the bullet points for the lecture on the board just so he could stare at your ass while you did that. one day he’ll fuck you against that same black board.

professor minho who tears up your assignment, claiming it was useless where it was actually one of the best he’d read in ages, just to see your eyes tear up, cheeks turn red and lips quiver, jutting out in whimpers and a pout that has his cock twitching in his dress pants. he make you sit on front desk after class, watching you crying and shivering as you try to explain yourself with red eyes, all while he’s been jerking himself under the desk.

professor minho who sighs, pretending to understand as he comes upto you, placing a hand on your shoulder. oh how great did you smell? “it’s okay dear, i get it…why don’t you be a good girl and come with me so we can come up with an alternative?” he would say sweetly, wiping your tears that he will cause again. and you, like the naive person, would follow him.

“isn’t this a better way to get grades? you should just do this till you graduate baby” he would whisper as he would sit you in his lap. shutting down all your protests as his hands slip under your skirt, making you bite your lip and spread your legs for him because as twisted as this might be, you wanted him to do this. you wanted to do this with your hot professor you couldn’t stop thinking about. “ssh, it’s okay kitten, you’ll do better in the next assignment.” he would groan, pushing his cock past your folds as you held the desk for support while he fucked you from behind.

“you look so pretty crying over my cock baby” he would coo.

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bugeater101 · 2 years

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Truth or Dare?, pt. 2

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: sub!readerxdom!minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, dry humping, Minho is a bastard but also super hot so we'll let him get away with it, exhibitionism, suggestive content.

Word Count: 3.1 K

Author's Note: Part 2 let's go! Hope you guys enjoy! I tried finishing up this while watching Minho's 06/24/22 live and literally him coughing and choking is making me laugh because like "I'm really writing about this guy who is literally scarfing down chipotle and dying?" Also I love all the gifs I found for this fic like Leeknow is so ethereal looking damn. Additionally, even though the characters in this fic are portraying students, both characters are 18+. Please, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Thank you and enjoy !!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

God, were you really doing this? It was just a stupid bet, just something to make a game of Truth or Dare a little bit more fun. Now, you were like... this in the middle of school.

Why did you do it? What could be worse than being panty-less and wearing a fucking school uniform like some random pervert's fetish dream? It's because it wasn't just some random pervert who told you to do this. It was fucking him.

And he had every right to tell you to do this. After all, he won the bet. He wanted to see you bare, soaking, and desperate for him. And now, he's gotten exactly what he wanted.

The entire day has been hell. Despite your exhaustive usage of your toy collection yesterday after Minho's departure, you found yourself still hopeless for relief this morning. Yet, you lost track of time and realized that if you did stop to play with your clit or even think about jacking off that you would be late for school. So, you swiftly dressed and rushed over.

Luckily I didn't have to worry about putting on underwear, huh?, you thought. Okay, so you were trying to make light of an otherwise awful situation. However, the usage of humour did little to relieve your growing frustration.

Fuck, you didn't even see Minho yet today and let him know that you were holding up your end of the bargain. Yet, you didn't want to text him, scared that he'd do something drastic like make you send pictures as part of your punishment or make you skip class to come show him.

And, the sad truth was, you would. You would leave any class and test in a heartbeat if it meant showing him your soaking pussy, giving him a taste of whatever you were willing to offer him. Because of yesterday, you had become putty in his hands. Although you should be embarrassed by such desperation, you couldn't help it. Minho's hold on you was intolerable, yet you couldn't escape it.

But that still didn't excuse how pissed you were at him. You've had to carefully navigate the school this entire day: being at the end of the crowd, twisting and turning uncomfortably in your chair all day, and waiting until everyone else had left for lunch just so you had the chance to use the stairs without having to worry about accidentally flashing someone.

Worst of all? This, this whole ordeal, it turned you on. It was fucking hot that you did all this for Minho, that you are such a desperate puppy that you are willing to abandon your studies just to let him see you like this. Embarrassing as it was, it was fucking thrilling.

However, you wanted to punish him just as much as he was punishing you. If he wanted to see you so bad, he had to work for it.

Though you would have killed to see him now, you had to exercise restraint. Maybe you could go this entire day without seeing him. Your classes didn't line up and you never spent lunch together, so the chances of him seeing you were slim to none. You would just have to avoid him when trying to walk home, and you were free! He would have to live the rest of his life knowing he made you go an entire day at school without fully covering yourself and that he didn't get to see you. It would make him go mad, and that's exactly what you wanted.

So, here you were. It was nearing the end of the school day and you had managed to navigate the entire ordeal with relative ease. You hung back, rarely tried to get up, and ate lunch alone to avoid having to take the stairs down to your regular lunch spot. The day had gone off without a hitch. Now, you just had to make it through advanced calculus and then homework period and you were home free! Of course, you are uncomfortable, worried your pussy will wet through your skirt and stain the fabric, but that's a minor problem compared to fully exposing yourself.

Now, you just have to get through this teacher droning on about a subject you've already mastered and—

Wait, what's that incessant sound? Oh god. The fire alarm. From the look on the teacher's face, you can tell that this wasn't a planned drill. Fuck, what idiot put tinfoil in the microwave or pulled the alarm for shits and giggles?

Reluctantly, you get out of your seat and follow your swarm of classmates out the door. Since everyone is distracted by the blaring beeps of the alarm and the rushing crowd, no one even has a chance to glance up your skirt. Though you are still on your toes about the whole thing, you trust that everyone is too busy escaping the school to notice you weirdly tugging at your skirt as you go down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairwell, students are taking a sharp turn to the emergency exit right behind the staircase. You are at the edge of the crowd, hoping that you won't get trampled and about to take the turn towards the door. Suddenly, you feel a sharp tug on your arm and are pulled around the corner into an empty adjacent hallway.

The force drags you further and further until you round another corner. Before you even come to a complete halt, you are pushed against the wall and are unexpectedly trapped between a figure and the brick of the school. Now, you are left alone in a silent hallway with the culprit who pulled you away from your class and left you in this potentially on-fire building.

Of course. It's Minho.

"What the hell?! Min— hmph!" His hand clasps over your mouth, his other extending its index finger towards his puckered lips, telling you to be quiet. His eyes don't meet the anger pouring out of yours and instead glance down the hall, seeing if anyone realized your absence. No one seems to be coming down the hall but he makes you stay completely still in fear of being caught.

As the noises of the students die out as the last of them exits the building, Minho's eyes finally turn to yours. Then, his small pout against his finger slowly turns into a smirk, then a small giggle. He drops his hand like a dead weight and stays there for a second, studying your furrowed brow and the wrath of your eyes.

"You know," he said quietly, breaking the silence, "you're really cute when you're mad." He let his other hand drop, finally letting you breathe. And, immediately upon your liberation, you begin furiously slapping Minho, making him recoil and laugh at your efforts to harm him.

"Stop, stop!" He protested, his voice and your hits the only audible noises in the entire school minus the distant beeps of the fire alarm.

"Don't—fucking—tell—me—you—pulled—the—alarm!" You whisper shouted at him with every hit.

"Pfft! I did, I did, but it's for a good reason!" He responded in fits of giggles, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly to prevent you from hitting him again.

"Why? It better be good! Now I'm gonna be in trouble cause the security cameras probably caught you pulling me away!"

"No, they won't," Minho playfully swung your hands in his, ignoring the efforts you made to escape his grip and ignoring all worries in favour of annoying you. "Firstly, I know for a fact that this entire hallway is a blindspot. They didn't even put alarms down here because none of these classes are in use, it's just storage space!" He was right: it was silent in this hall, an empty space filled with the echoing beeps of far-away alarms. That's got to be some sort of safety violation, you thought, annoyed with your own diligence.

You rolled your eyes, not surprised that The Lee Minho was such a scumbag that he knew all the secrets this school kept.

When your eyes came back to his, you noticed that the playfulness in them was gone.

"And, secondly," his voice was low, and his grip on you tightened. He walked towards you, making you stumble back until your back hit the wall again, the coldness giving you goosebumps. Or, maybe that was Minho. "Secondly," he whispered, "I needed to see you."

Once again, he had stunned you to silence. The resentment in your eyes had been replaced by genuine curiosity, and the source of your goosebumps was now the way his hands left yours and travelled down your body rather than the chilliness of the hall.

"All day, not even a text from you," he scolded as his hand rubbed down your waist to your hips. "This is my reward and your punishment, and you won't even let me see you... I should exact my revenge anyway, even if you did obey the rules."

"I—I did obey the rules," you spoke softly. "No panties, just like Minnie said." Your sudden obedience made Minho smile slightly, enjoying the pet name you've given to him in your confusion.

"Well, if you want to prove that you're good and follow the rules," the grip on your waist became unbearably tight and you groaned at Minho's eagerness, "then you have to show me."

With his hands placed firmly on your body, Minho abruptly flipped you against the wall, pressing your face into the cold brick. You grunted at the action, shocked with the ease it took to move you like that and somehow enjoying the pain of your face hitting the wall. God, you felt sickened by your own submission, how you enjoyed how he tossed you around.

Minho pressed firmly into you, resting his head on your shoulder and letting his hands glide down your hips to the front of your plump thighs.

"C'mon baby," he growled into your ear, stroking your fat up and down, "show me what you got." Harshly tugging at you, your entire body shifted in his hold. Minho had pulled your ass out and now had your chest pressed into the wall, your back arching in an attempt to hold your precarious posture.

"M-Minho," you mewled out, embarrassment washing over you.

"Aw, y/n, don't worry," he cooed with fake innocence. "It's just us, no need to worry." His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs, his dick pressing into the curve of your ass. "I just wanna get my reward." As you whimpered under him, Minho tantalizingly edged your skirt up, licking his lips at the thought of seeing you bare. Not being able to wait any longer, Minho let his hands ride up your skirt, following the curve of your thighs up against your ass and allowing the fabric to bunch up at your waist.

Minho's deep breathing was the only sound you could hear, your ears flush and your cunt so wet it almost dripped down to the floor below you.

"God, Y/n... you're so pretty... fuck," Minho panted as he let his hands grip your flesh firmly, throwing his head back at the feeling. You moaned as he massaged your ass, unconsciously pushing back further until you pressed firmly into his growing cock. Nothing could match this sensation for him. With every push into you, you pushed back, allowing him to hump your ass through his clothes. If you kept this up, he would cream his pants, ruining them and letting everyone know for the rest of the day that you were so perfect, so hot you were able to make him cum without even taking off his pants. The contortion of your body and your easily accepted submission told Minho everything he needed to know: you were desperate for his cock, and you wanted nothing more than to be filled with him. You didn't even wear panties for him today. God, you were perfect. Rutting into you was all that Minho needed. Relief washed over him with every pump into you. Both of you needed—no, both of you craved this. It was perfect. Looking down at you Minho loved the swell of your backside. Your perfect ass was literally in his grasp, and he could do this forever—

"What is that?" he asked, pulling away and silencing your moans with his sudden question.

Both of you stiffened, knowing what he was referring to. Frankly, you were scared of what was to come. Nonetheless, you tried to play dumb.

"What... what are you talking about?" you asked innocently.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Minho growled. The fabric of your skirt pushed higher until his hands found what they were looking for: a hidden hem underneath your skirt. The pressure in your throat built up as your fear crept within you. The article of clothing you attempted to hide had been found.

"Nothing—" you began.

"Don't play fucking dumb with me!" Minho interrupted. His hands grabbed your waist again and, once more, flipped you into the wall. Face to face with him, you realized how little his voice actually let on his true frustration. Fire was behind his eyes, burning from the outrage you had invoked by disobeying him. His arms caged you into the wall, leaning on his elbow while his other hand was placed on your hips.

"Lift. Up. Your. Skirt." Minho's voice was precise and punctual, dictating his rage with every word. For some reason, you still tried to soothe the bull.

"Minho, you should calm—"

"Lift up the fucking skirt!" He shot back. Unflinchingly, you attempted to stare him down, try to out-intimidate him though you knew it would be useless. If you tried to get out of this situation any other way, you knew Minho would immediately want to reassert his dominance. You wanted to simply walk away or call his bluff, but you knew that Minho would grab you and fuck you in the middle of that hall instead. Yet, regardless of your inner carnal desires to fuck him in front of everyone, his anger made you digress, and you followed his orders. Your hands made their way down your body towards the hem of your skirt, grasping it slightly and then reversing up your body to pull the fabric up.

While your eyes stared forward, Minho glared down at your skirt. He knew what was going on and he knew he would be disappointed when he saw it with his own eyes. And he was.

Your breaths were both shaky, filling your ears as he stared down at your cunt.

Instead of your bare, leaking pussy in front of him, you were feebly covered by a small article of clothing— one just big enough to cover your slit but small enough to reveal your ass.

"You're wearing panties," he stated blankly.

"...Actually," your eyes finally met his, "It's a thong. So," you continued hesitantly with a stable voice as if you were explaining the situation to a child, "I didn't technically break the rules." Silence encapsulated the two of you as Minho's breath made you shake. His fury was undeniable, but it simply seemed to radiate off of him. Otherwise, his expression and demeanour were relatively emotionless. But you knew better. You knew that this little act of defiance was probably the straw that broke the camel's back. You swear Minho was about to pounce on you right then and there.

After a beat, Minho spoke.

"How dare you talk back to me right now," he said blankly. You daren't respond to his scolding comment. "You had one instruction, refused to obey it, then patronize me, acting like I wouldn't even fucking notice." Opening your mouth to speak, you quickly shut it when Minho brought his finger to your mouth, silencing you. Then, dropping his hands to your thighs, he rode them up your legs to the edge of the thong. You assumed he would pull it down, taking the thong and making you finish the day actually without underwear. Again— you didn't break the rules because you didn't wear panties. Thongs are panties. Right?

But, Minho didn't take them off. Instead, he pulled them up high, making the fabric that barely covered you apply unbearable pressure to your clit and making you gasp. Leaning in close, Minho placed his head beside yours and whispered in your ear.

"Tonight. Your place. 7 PM. You'll be home alone, yeah?" You give a stiff nod, confirming the time, place, and circumstances. "Good." Minho pulls back and studies your face for a second as he slowly lowers his hands, making you finally breathe out from the pressure relief on your clit.

"And these," he says, "better be out of fucking sight." Finally, he releases your thong straps with a snap against your hips, making you shiver.

In the distance, the faint beeping of the fire alarm shuts off. Shortly after, both of your heads snap up to at the sound of distant voices. Students and staff had begun re-entering the building, telling you that your time was up.

"Fuck, they're gonna think I ditched," Minho sighed, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning back, trying to look down the hall and see if anyone is coming around (though he knew they wouldn't enter this dead zone). "It's fine, I'm pretty sure I can convince my teacher he just brushed over me when taking attendance outside. You should do the same."

His newfound nonchalance shocked you. He was acting as if he didn't just have you bent over, on the verge of begging you to let him ruin you. When Minho was finished studying the hall, he looked back at you examining him intently. Minho smirked and let out a single chuckle.

"I'll see you tonight, y/n," he said. With that goodbye, Minho sauntered off to the rising noise of students, leaving you alone, desperate, and highly embarrassed in the hall.

"Fuck," you sighed aloud. "That's the second time he's left me high and dry. Fucking bastard."

After letting Minho sneakily rejoin the crowd of bustling students, you quickly followed, reemerging into the sea of similarly dressed students and staff, lingering at the back so that no one could glance up your skirt while walking up the stairs.

You knew for a fact that, though you weren't bare, you had completely soaked through the little fabric that concealed you. Fuck, the rest of the day was going to be long.

continued in part 3

#skz smut #stray kids smut #leeknow smut #minho smut #lee minho smut #leeknow x reader #leeknow x y/n #perv!leeknow

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