#sub!lee know

[ipegchangbin]

— boypussy!skz.

18+ only. minors do not interact.

sub!skz. dom!reader.

🏷️ boypussies, use of toys (a dildo machine and a cumming toy), breeding kink, oral (cunnilingus), pain kink (pussy biting), squirting.

— bang chan

chan is no stranger to having his cunt used. he loves it when you rub your skin against him just to tease, or slide toys in his tight and wet hole. considering how pretty his folds look and how huge his oversensitive clit is, it’s easy to get him on edge by just flicking your tongue against it. he especially loves it when you lock your lips around his clit, sucking on the bud, making him squirm and writhe under you.

“t-too good,” he’d whine, attempting to cage your head between his trembling thighs; it’s no use with the way your arms lock his legs down so you could concentrate. chan’s desperation to orgasm washes over him as you lap up at his sweet clit, taking your time to taste his juices in between flicks. the savory taste of his folds paired with the delicious whimpers only spur you on. you could eat him out for hours.

“y-y/n,” he stutters, “i’m close!” and he instinctively tries to push you away from his cunt, but your lips are attached to his aching clit and it feels so good. too good. chan’s head spins even more when you shove your fingers inside him and you clamp his clit in between your lips and tongue. chan creams all over you, embarrassed at how wet and sticky his cum is, but you eat it and show your tongue to his shy face.

“you’re so sensitive, channie.”

— minho

it’s no surprise that your favorite catboy has one hell of a pussy to play with. there’s something about his that screams addictive to you: maybe it’s the taste of it. he’s particularly sweet, surprising for a boy who creams more than he squirts. it doesn’t help that of all the places on his cunt, his hole is heartwarmingly delicious, as if it was made for your tongue to stick inside. minho loves it when you’re casual with it. any agenda of his to out-brat your other boys is thrown out the window every time you caress his pussy and stick a finger inside his creamy walls.

“so needy for a boy who claims to hate this,” you smirk, “aren’t you such a liar?”

“i’m not,” minho’s voice vibrates, “just stop making it feel good!”

but of course, you don’t stop. you keep going. you dip your head down to his cunt and replace your fingers with your tongue every now and then, sometimes biting his thighs when he dares to close his legs around you. he barely speaks until he’s a squeaking mess, begging and creaming on your fingers in an endless orgasm that just won’t stop.

“don’t pull out,” minho pleads with wide eyes while he shoves your fingers back inside his sticky cunt. “i want to feel full.”

— changbin

puffy, pretty, and pink. his hole hides cutely behind chubby lips and it’s delightfully sensitive along the sides. he loves being penetrated most, his nerves connecting and jolting best when you stretch his tight hole with yourself. whether it be fingers or a cock, changbin gets shy yet increasingly more greedy with every thrust of anything that enters his cunt.

“am i a good boy?” he asks every now and then. you reassure him with kisses that yes, he’s indeed so good, taking the biggest dildo so well even if it’s pushing his limit. he’s unsurprisingly a size king, which is surprising considering how tight he is. even if the monster cock toy leaves him gaping, his pussy has the magical ability to revert back to being too small for your two fingers right after.

“i want to cum!” he whines over and over, chasing your lips for another kiss while he bounces on the dildo again. he loves workouts but his body is so sore from bouncing. it doesn’t help that, instead of helping him finish, you simply push down on his puffy tummy and let him feel the whole size of the toy inside him.

you ask “is it good?” and he nods speechlessly, only to respond seconds later with a loud whimper. you look down to see his cream leaking down the dildo, coating all of it in his juice. when you finally pull the toy out, changbin whines into your warmth, hiding his pretty pussy as his cum seeps out all the way onto your thighs.

— hyunjin

hyunjin’s biggest kink is to get creampied, so he did something behind your back. he ordered a cumming dildo, and of course, used it right away. his cunt couldn’t be any more excited — the only thing rivaling how sopping wet he gets is when you’re actually playing with him. hyunjin could settle with this for now, his pussy only dripping more until his panties got soaked as he connected the cum lube to the toy.

from how wet he was, the big toy slid in with ease; he felt like crying as soon as it hit his limit, squishing his insides even if the toy hasn’t filled him up with cum yet. so, as he would do with you, he moved his hips to “please” the dildo and felt the toy all the way inside. his instinct to be bred, one that came along with having a cunt as beautiful as his, overloaded his system as he greedily rode the toy. he definitely minded when you came in the room to help him, though.

“y/n, please, breed me!”

cutely enough, his moans fill the room as you pressed the mole on the side of his pussy. your laughter along with your hands helping his hips down made him leak cum, but he didn’t dare stop. you grabbed the end of the toy and squeezed cum to load out of it, which only urged hyunjin to keep going. the cum filled him up slightly, but not quite — the boy kept bouncing so as to “empty” the cock inside him. that was, until the toy finally emptied, hyunjin’s body spent after five consecutive orgasms. the cum seeped out, flooding out of his beautifully folded lips like a waterfall of delight.

“good boy,” you say, “how about you get the real thing, hmm?”

— han jisung

his pussy is the freakiest, having tasted it all from your antics: he’s taken vibrators in public and he lost his pussy’s virginity to you. who wouldn’t treat it as cruelly as you do? why not, when jisung tends to leak his wet essence messily each time you play with it, especially since he’s tried so many toys with you?

the one toy jisung hasn’t tried yet was a dildo machine. he can immediately feel the heat pooling in his core at the mere sight of you stroking the dildo, teasing him by previewing the speed controller. his legs instinctively closed and tightened firmly to hide the wetness running down his leg. but jisung blinked twice, and unbelievably instantly, he was suddenly on all fours in front of the machine.

“wait—” he asked, but you didn’t hesitate one bit when you slid the dildo into his cunt.

the machine starts pumping slowly into the boy, stretching him fully and filling him up to his limit before slowly pulling back to leave him empty. then it would thrust back inside again, the squelching of his leaky pussy filling the air alongside his moans and cries. jisung held his ass up high as he melted onto the carpet, drooling and relishing in the picked-up pace.

an orgasm started before he could even prepare, jisung whining loudly not even five minutes into the machine action, before the toy slides out — jisung squirts everywhere without warning, his clear and sweet cum making its way on your thigh even if you were on the couch. that’s how messy he always gets, but he’s never came this fast.

“that’s all? i didn’t buy this for you to cum in three minutes,” you smirk, pushing him back down on the toy.

— felix

something about a freckled pussy is just too cute to you. you loved kissing felix’s cunt for the sole reason that it was just so adorable. the shape of it, the color of it, even the starry sky of freckles littered around his pussy. there’s a lot to kiss, a lot to love, a lot to destroy.

given the oversensitivity of felix’s nerves down his crotch area, it’s easy to overstimulate him. even something as light and lovely as the pecks you leave on the beauty marks and freckled skin gets him writhing. “but i love your pretty pussy,” you justify, leaving lipstick marks all over his cunt in the process.

feeling your lips on his pussy lips is heaven to him. felix grabs onto the sheets, too scared to pull on your head, jutting his hips upwards so that you could kiss him better. it’s all over when you kiss his clit though, all of his nerves reigniting at once as lightning strikes through his core. he instantly gets wet, essence spilling on your bottom lip and chin in the process.

“s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he could almost cry from the pleasure and the rising need. he feels you smile, even if your face is hovering over him now and not touching his skin in the slightest. he still feels it without looking — he’s too shy now, burying his face in the pillow to the side.

but you’re not done.

you take two fingers down his slit, teasing his severely wet entrance, but it’s all a distraction. felix waits for you to put it in, let him cum, get it over with. the rare impatience grows within the usually patient boy until he feels pain shoot up.

you bit his clit. and it feels so good that he squirts under you, wiggling under you like a poor little boy.

— seungmin

what you don’t expect of seungmin is for him to admit that he’s a squirter. he confessed it in a dirty party game once and ever since then, it’s been your life’s mission to see it in action. you knew that he’d always been so incredibly wet every time he came, but he apparently squirts like a fountain personally sculpted by god.

as you slide your fingers through his cunt, his pussy squelches sinfully. it drenches the sheets beneath him, coating everything in a savory essence that can only be described as a natural aphrodisiac. the wet sounds paired with seungmin’s shy whimpers fills you with an aggression you can’t express without a necessary gentleness on his pussy. as poetic as it is literal, even the scent of his cunt is enough to drive you down between his legs, ready to ruin him.

“no, n-no, don’t do that! i’ll squirt—” seungmin chokes on his own words as your fingers hook his sweet spot, clit violated by your tongue and lips. he practically screams as you bite through your lips, jolting everywhere as his body readies itself for a full orgasm. “i-i can’t take it, too much, too much!”

begs and pleas fill the room for you to both stop and keep going, his grip on your head either pushing you away and pulling you in, he doesn’t know either. but before he could even spare a second thought, he jolts his hips up, followed by a powerful stream of wet cum. he soaks you fully, apologizing with his face behind his hands. you open his fists and kiss his cheeks happily, making him smile contently.

— jeongin

there’s nothing more for him to be confident about than of his freshly shaved pussy. he promised to be a good boy for you on this date night, and in the off-chance that you were going to treat him, then he had to be at his best. now here you both were, making out on the couch, jeongin whimpering because the both of you were still fully clothed after an hour of teasing.

“what’s wrong?” you ask. “i wanna show you my pussy…” jeongin shyly asks, every shroud of prior confidence leaving him as the desperation kicks in. you only chuckle in response, the delightful sound making his clit firm in excitement. but you don’t do anything. it’s a part of your teasing, sure, but he’s been waiting so excruciatingly long for you and it shows through his needy whines.

jeongin finally takes it upon himself to tug at your tie; you pull down at the hem of his pants , revealing his panties, only to shove both down in only two swift moves. it catches jeongin by surprise, but it’s nothing compared to the shock on your face to see his clean pussy.

you love him hairy and you love him clean, you don’t really mind either. jeongin’s still the same, the prettily creamy folds presenting themselves to you along with a hidden slit that can only be described as angelically cute. you finger it immediately, all teasing discarded along with both your clothes, and your haste brings him over the edge. “y/n,” he pants, your name being the only thing on the tip of his tongue as he immediately creams all over your hands.

but date night isn’t quite done yet.

[jilixthinker]

sweet taster

=͟͟͞♡ minho × fem!reader

word count: 1.6K

content warning: smut, established relationship, sub!minho, cock play, kinda chubby (but not really) minho, a little bit of feederism if you squint, it's all very loving and sweet

a/c: i feel things about minho's imaginary soft tummy, that's it.

=͟͟͞♡ please, consider reblogging if you like my works!

"That was definitively too much."

Your home smells like savory and sweet, the nice scent lingering in your living room like a warm blanket, and Minho groans in delight as he plops on the couch with his eyes closed, stress from the work beginning to melt away. He loves when he comes home to the smell of one of your cooking, it makes him feel spoiled and pampered.

The portion of bibimbap was more than generous, but what truly tested his stomach capacity were the three big slices of apple pie he gobbled down while you watched him with adoring eyes, fingers softly caressing his plush tighs.

Minho has a sweet tooth and you love cooking and baking for him, that is always been your love language. In addition to that, in the last year of your relationship you started to experiment in the kitchen with lots of different baking recipies, and your loving boyfriend has been your official taster since that.

You cook, he eats, and you look fondly at him while he savors your baked goods, making a series of cute tiny sounds of pleasure that leaves you cooing and pinching at his soft cheeks. That is how you would describe happiness.

"Are you full?" you ask, sitting next to him and immediately nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

Minho smiles and his arm circles your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You nose at his sweater and he smells like candy, smells sweet and intrinsecally like home and Minho. “So full,” he chuckles, placing a wet kiss on the top of your head.

"I guess you don't have space for one last treat then..." you smile against his skin as your hand drops to his belly. It feels tensed and a little swollen because of all the food he ate, and you start to massage it slowly.

"Treat?" Minho's eyes get all round and you hear him sniffing at the air in search of a distinct odor that will make him understand what are you referring to.

"I tried baking some cream eclairs." you smile at him, pinching the soft pudge below his belly button between your thumb and pointer. It's so soft that you wanna eat him whole.

"Well, I guess I can make some space, then".

You sit up again just in time to catch a glimpse of Minho's tongue lapping at the corner of his mouth, pre-savoring the dessert, and you feel a familar warmth spreading through your body. He is just too cute, too precious, too sweet to be yours.

"Let me get it for you. Wanna feed you." You smile as you stand up and head to the kitchen, the platter of creamy sweets ready in the oven.

When you come back, Minho is waiting for you with big pleading eyes, eager to taste the product of your baking. You place the plate on a cushion next to him, but instead of sitting down on the couch, you find your place on his lap, straddling his soft yet muscular thighs.

"Open wide." you say, taking one eclair in your hand and bringing it to Minho's mouth. You tap him under his chin and his mouth falls open easily.

Keeping eye contact, Minho leans forward to take a big bite, chewing slowly to let the flavor really envelop his senses. The lemon cream is sweet and warm, and it melts in his mouth.

You stare at him, pushing the eclair back to his lips when Minho is done chewing, inviting him to take another bite. With a loud gulp, Minho opens up again, and his tongue swirls against your thumb.

"How does it taste?" you ask while you brush a few crumbs from his lips.

Minho swallows the last bit of the eclair and the tip of his tongue laps at his plump lips once again. "Tastes amazing." he puffs out, his breath smells exactly like the cream.

"Want another?" you ask, taking the second one on your hand without even waiting for his answer.

"I am very full, baby." he mumbles, arm falling down to rest on the top of his stretched tummy. "I don't know if I can fit another one. But they taste like heaven."

"Just one more." you murmur as you leave a small peck on the corner of Minho's mouth, licking a bit of sugar away. "You look so cute when you eat. Please, just one more."

Minho sighs, his tummy is stretched and slighly uncomfortable, but saliva begins to pool inside his mouth as a pavlovian response to the thought of the sweet taste. "Just one more." he conceeds.

You hum and bring the pastry in front of his mouth. Minho diligently parts his lips once again and accepts the eclair. Crumbs are all over his shirt and pants, and there are cream smudges all around his pretty red mouth, even stuck between his teeth.

"So gorgeous for me." you whisper as your hips buck involuntarily against Minho's groin. And then you notice that you are not the only one enjoying this.

"You're hard, uh?" you ask with a chuckle, lowering your hand to cup him through his sweats and squeezing him lightly. Minho hisses and you rub his protruding stomach, feeling the soft skin under the fabric.

Minho finishes swallowing and breathes a sigh of relief as he hears you lowering the band of his sweats. “Yeah. It was sweet,” he huffs. "You are sweet. Got me all hard."

You take the opportunity to remove his pants completely to gain easy access to fondle him through his briefs in the process. Minho's breath is is soft and tender, and he smells amazing, all sugary and pretty for you.

"Wanna touch you. Can I, baby?" you ask, finding a comfortable position on the floor, between his parted legs.

The room is warm, but Minho's legs are tensed and his thin hair are fluffy. You caress them and massage the muscles underneath, and you see his fattened cock twitching against his groin. You see a few pearls of precum glistening on the chubby tip, and you wonder if his release would taste like cream if you fed him enough sweets. The thought is enough to rub your legs together, your panties are already sticking to your folds. But this is for Minho, you think.

"You can do anything you want to me." he murmurs, eyes almost closing and head resting on the cushions behind him.

You smile and you scoot forward to wrap one hand around his cock, squeezing it. His swollen cock immediately chubs up even more and wets the fabric of the sweatshirt. The cockhead looks all sensitive, and you tentatively circle the palm of your other hand around it, coaxing a sweet moan out of Minho's lips.

"My sweet, sweet boy." you coo, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and circling, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head every once in a while. "You are so sweet that I wanna eat you up."

Minho's chuckles breathily and lets out a soft sob as his thighs begin to shake.

"Am I your dessert?" he asks, looking down at you with big eyes and still a few crumbs of eclair on the corner of his mouth. He mindlessly licks them off.

"You so are, pretty. You are my candy, my cake, my chocolate milk." you answer, sliding your thumb against his slit and making him whine slowly. "And I really need to eat you. I am serious."

You lower your head past his leaky cock to brush your cheek against the soft pudge under Minho's belly button. And then you bite him.

The tender flesh is warm and squishy, and the taste of Minho's skin, together with the cream scent still lingering in the air makes you moan against him.

"F-fuck, baby." he mutters, and you feel his cock throbbing in your fist.

With the tip of your tongue you lick at the velvety scar across his lower stomach and then you twirl it inside of his belly button, mimicking the way he usually fucks himself into you. He whines at the movement and his body twitches again.

"Love you." you whisper, keeping your grip steady on him. "Love how soft you get for me. How sweet. Love when you eat well and you look like this. You are so delicious, Mimo."

You keep biting softly at the fluffy fat of his pudge, savoring its taste and jerking him slowly, letting the schlick sound of his wet cock resonate through the room. Minho is pliant under your touch and his eyes are glassy.

"Uhm – I am. I-I am cumming, baby. Sorry." he moans when your finger dips a little into his slit.

"Don't be sorry, honey. You wanna cum?" you ask with a loving tone while your hand slides smoothly on his aching muscle. "Wanna cream on me like the sweet pastry you are? You can, pretty baby. Let it all go for me."

And Minho obeys, as he always does. With one last pump he begins to shoot thick ropes of creamy cum all over your hand and his round belly, covering his pale skin with glossy spurts that accumulate on the curve just above his ribcage.

When he is done, you lap at some of his release and it actually tastes sweet. It could be your imagination or just the fact that you are aroused, but you swear you can taste some of the cream on his orgasm.

"Wow." he puffs, hand covering his eyes in a shy attempt to hide himself. "That was... something."

You chuckle and kiss his tummy one last time before looking up to his face. "Then you will not be surprised when I'll tell you I baked more, right?"

Minho's face blushes to an adorable shade of pink. "Maybe... m-maybe I can eat one more".

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

[ryxiez]

nsfw twt links

sub!stray kids

: ̗̀➛ Edging Chan until he shakes (definitely crys later)

: ̗̀➛ Jerking off Minho while he whines

: ̗̀➛ Pegging Changbin so rough he comes everywhere

: ̗̀➛ Needy Hyunjin playing with himself after a show

: ̗̀➛ Horny Han coming all over his chest at the dorms

: ̗̀➛ Fingering and pumping kitty Felix with thigh highs

: ̗̀➛ Kissing Seungmin’s pretty waist while you play with him

: ̗̀➛ Using a vibrater on Jeongin to overstimulate him

[femdomlieeh]

Revealing their mommy kink (m)

Sub!Stray Kids x Dom!Fem!Reader

WARNING—nsfw ✧ light S&M themes ✧ pet names (mommy, baby boy etc)

NOW PLAYING—Hare Hare ✧ TWICE

[A/N.] I wrote this a very long time ago. I don't write for skz anymore lol

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방찬 / christopher bang / chris / bangchan

The youngest plus Minho from Chan's group sometimes teased him by mimicking his voice childishly and referring to him and you, his girlfriend, as 'dAdDy' and 'bAbyGirL' — and although he wasn't proud of it, this joke had gotten to his heart. The thing is he's had a fantasy of being called that in bed when he was a virgin teenager, and then a person called him that...and let's just say the thought of his now girlfriend calling him the d-word in a sexual, non-joking way scared him shitless. So to make sure his nightmare wouldn't turn into reality he had to do something and ideally he would try to plan having a discussion about sexual preferences and kinks but it was way too early in the relationship for him to have the courage to do that. So, he would overthink and overthink and decide to try to start a conversation about sexual preferences or stuff you're interested in but he would ultimately not tell you directly that he would like to call you mommy but would instead try to ask questions to get you to tell him if you liked similar stuff because he felt kinda weird for having this kink and wasn't sure how you would feel about it.

"Yeah. I think it would be nice if you blindfolded me!" he blushed then gulped, "But how about names?"

"Names? What about them?"

"Like is there any name you like to call me— or be called I mean?"

"It sounds like you do. Talk to me."

"I already like that you call me cute names and stuff. But I also wanna know if you would like me to call you stuff besides your name, you know. Like do you like being called baby, love, Mummy, darling or something else like that?" he tried to sound neutral, experienced in having convos about such topics and play it cool only to become flushed in the face out of embarrassment and gulp loudly.

"Yeah."

His heart started beating faster.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"I like how you say Mommy in your accent, it's sexy."

Fuck yes!!

He would feel so safe and comfortable to call you that in bed once you let him know you liked it. Be prepared for him to call you that all the time in bed (or kitchen, or bathroom, or living room).

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이민호 / lee know

He would make it clear what his kinks are as early as possible in the relationship because he wouldn't want to lead neither you nor himself on in a relationship that wouldn't work out sexually. The perfect time to tell you, according to him, would be when you two were getting touchy to the point that you had taken off his shirt and were on your way to take everything else off. He'd of course make it sexy, as to not ruin the mood you two already were in.

"I wanna see you too, Mami," he looked up at you from below you on the bed, naked.

This shameless bitch would call you Mami outside the bedroom (whisper) both to get on your nerves and to remind you you're his and no one else's. Imagine him whispering Mami at you with the most innocent voice, but with the smuggest grin in a restaurant —  that'll be him any time someone as much as looks your way for too long. Your contact name on his phone would be My Mami even before you officially were in a relationship.

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서창빈 / changbin

Changbin might have big arms and muscles but everyone should know by now that he's baby. And baby would be anxious, just thinking about how you would react to his little kink. What if you weren't into it? What if you thought it was weird? The possibility of rejection would be too scary for him to tell you about his secret. You'd have to tell him you had this kink directly to his face, for him to feel comfortable and finally call you that sweet name.

"I like being called Mommy."

Your boyfriend's face lit up, cheeks burning, "R-Really?"

You nodded.

At your confirmation, he laid his head on your shoulder, "Okay, Mommy."

From that day on, Mommy would be the only thing he'd ever call you, whether he was being a naughty boy or a good boy. The only time he'd call you by your name would be when he was around his bros but that's it.

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황현진 / hyunjin

Oh shit. These days, he's been reading more porn on tumblr than usual and he especially liked reading fics featuring the mommy kink — and one day, the kinky title just flew from his mind and out his mouth. He hadn't had any intentions of telling you about his kink any time soon, but on one special day, when you'd called him Babyboy randomly, the temptation had taken over his consciousness. As soon as the title left his mouth, he would think he might as well go along with it and face reality since he can't take it back.

"What time is it, Babyboy?"

"Hopefully Mommy time." Obs! He just said that.

"What...?"

"Mommy time is time I spend with you. It's the highlight of my day. But Mommy's been busy this week. I still want Mommy time though," he pouted at you.

Most of the time, he's a good boy and would call you by your title cutely, or just because you two liked it. At other times, like when he'd want to tease you, he'd call you Mommy when you're busy. Imagine you're on your way to work or you're running an errand, and he'd face time you and say something like "Can't you stay here with me, Mommy? Please? I want you so bad, Mommy~"

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한지승 / han

Every now and then, Jisung got the sudden urge to call you Mommy. Hundreds of times he had kept it inside but in his neediest moment by far he simply wouldn't be able to hold back. It would happen after he'd had an exhausting day at work, when all he wanted was your attention and love. The second he realized he'd said it, he'd get shy and act cute to mask up his shame. You'd have to give him reassurance that you don't shame him or think less of him for this preference, so he could call you Mommy without feeling embarrassed or uncomfortable.

"I want a hug, Mommy," he whined with a pout and straddled you on the sofa.

His face fell at the last word, and he took your hands and brought them to his cheeks to distract you.

"Aren't my cheeks super fluffy today? Like even more than usual, right?" he asked energetically out of panic and fake smiled.

"Your cheeks are always fluffy, Babyboy," you giggled, making his smile turn genuine.

Your encouragement would be enough for him to call you Mommy comfortably anywhere; with you by his side, he wouldn't notice anyone's opinions.

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이용복 / felix

One day, when you were just cuddling or doing your night routine, Felix would tell you that he wanted to try a new kink — which was a common occurrence because he liked experimenting and finding out new things about you and himself. But in reality "trying something new" was just an excuse; actually, he'd already known that mommy kink was one of his favorites based on the fact he would be moaning your name followed by this word whenever he found himself masturbating. He would be extra careful with every moment during your love time, since he hoped that this wouldn't be a one-time-just-to-give-it-a-try type of thing but rather something he could call you often.

"I wanna try something new," he rested his head on your thigh.

"Yeah? And what would that be?" you started playing with his hair.

He looked up at you with his big, innocent eyes, kissing you thigh, "Would it be ok if I called you...like Mommy? Or Mummy? Something like that tonight?" He gulped, "O-Or tomorrow or some other day?"

The pet name left his lips so naturally that you were shocked it was his first time using it (allegedly). It seemed like he was experienced with the kink, like he'd said that name many times or like he'd been studying it beforehand.

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"Mommy, I— Please, Mommy. Please, Mommy. Oh fuc—"

The next morning when you woke up, he called you Mommy to indicate he liked it and indirectly ask you if you did. If you gave him approval, he would start calling you that daily, if you didn't like it, he would respect you and only call you Mommy in his mind. As time passes by, you two would discover more pet names for each other, but his favorite for you wold always be Mommy because it never failed to make him feel small and loved.

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김승민 / seungmin

Seungmin'd joke about the kink so he'd have a pillow to fall on in case you weren't into it. When he 100% knew you liked it too, he'd be very content on the inside but playing it cool on the outside. He'd say it in a playful way, so you wouldn't be able to tell if he were being serious, in case you weren't into it so he could play it off as a small joke. But ideally he would just want you to make him call you that because he's a bit of a masochist and wants his partner to be direct and harsh with him.

soft!seungmin ver.

When you were in the middle of a make out session, he smirked at you, "Mark me, Mommy."

The smirk on his face was meant to be devilish but to you it was foolish — you already knew he wasn't playing around.

"Beg for Mommy."

His smirk turned into a smile, "Please, please, can you mark me, Mommy."

harsh!gf ver.

***none of you has introduced this kink previously***

"You disobeyed me just because you wanted me to punish you, right?"

He kept quiet, looking away from you.

You slapped him. "You just wanted Mommy to make you cum over and over until you have nothing left to give, right? You want Mommy to make you cry?"

He looked you in the eyes, "Y-Yes, I just want you to make me cry, Mommy. I deserve every punishment you give me. Please, just hurt me, Mommy."

After he found out you also were into it, he'd say the word both teasingly and lovingly, depending on if he's feeling like an angel or devil. It's honestly cute how he can go from whispering your title in public to begging for a hug. This one is half bad boy, half good boy.

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양정인 / i.n

(a/n. 누나 (nuna) = older sister)

He'd be the blushiest baby boy ever about telling his partner about his very specific kinks because he's not very experienced in relationships and isn't sure if or how hr should go about sexual preferences like if he shouldn't say it and just try new things shyly or if you two should discuss your preferences and boundaries ahead and stuff — so out of fear of embarrassment, he wouldn't tell you he gets hard thinking of calling you "Mommy" as you jerk him off and just hoped you would say something some day. So you'd have to initiate a conversation that gave him a clue that you liked it too —  and then he might get courage — or you just go ahead, straightforward, and talk about everything with no judgment.

"Do you have any kinks?"

He turned his head to you with the look of a shocked tomato, "W-W-What—?"

"I have some. Like there's this one when my partner calls me by a title."

His eyes widened and, out of fear, he spit out what he's heard most people say: "Like Babygirl?"

"No."

A smile, as well as more redness, couldn't help but make itself visible as he stuttered: "M-M-Mommy?"

That's the only thing he'd ever call you in bed. He would be shy to call you that in a non-sexual context, only sticking to 누나 or maybe darling, but every now and then it'll slip out and make him blush and cover his mouth. Ohhh he would never say it in front of his members since he is insecure and scared they will take it as him being babied by you and him not growing up or some shit that isn't manly. At some point his clueless members might create a small joke of calling you mommy and Chan daddy since you're almost like parental figures taking care of the group. If only they knew Jeongin's not an innocent kid anymore~ Little do they know he begs for "Mommy" to let him cum with a vibrator in his ass and tears going down his cheeks.

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❝ トキメキだけ share しよう (oh)

悲しみは let it go (oh)

嵐の日だって and so what?

雨雲は全部 blow away

躊躇わないで that's fine

いつでも呼んで that's right

君の背中押すよ

Stronger, stronger (stronger) ❞

( Let's share only the fluttering feelings

As for the sadness, let it go

Even on stormy days

And so what?

Blow away all the rain clouds

Don't hesitate

That's fine

Call me anytime

That's right

I'll support you

Stronger Stronger (stronger) )

—twice (- nayeon, sana, tzuyu); 2023

[imrllytootiredforthis]

something new

pairing: Minho x reader

summary: Minho’s trying subbing for the first time but doesn’t want to admit that perhaps he likes it just a little bit more than he lets on

warnings: dom (switch) reader, sub (switch) minho, lots of bdsm mentions, rimming, anal fingering, nipple play, minho gets called kitten a lot, praise kink, throat-fucking (with fingers), sensitive thighs!minho, some communication issues, jealousy, glasses minho for like 2 seconds (yes, that needs a warning)

word count: 8.1k (holy shit i'm so sorry)

a/n: thanks everyone for being so patient for how long it took to get this out. the beginning is a bit different than it is in the teaser but it's still the same concept

A soothing hand trails over his hipbone. 

It’s coaxing, lulling, making his head turn fuzzy, thoughts becoming a jumbled mess...

But he can’t.

He wants to...or does he?

No time to think, no time to process the thought even. Not before your dark laugh is in his ears, low and slightly raspy, filling his body with a kind of heat he'd never had the pleasurable (?) experience of hearing before.

“You ready?”

He shivers involuntary to his traitorous body, biting back a heavy moan at the feeling of your lubed up fingers slick against his hole.

“Yeah, yeah, just hurry up.” He impatiently pushes, sounding annoyed, almost agitated.

It throws you off a bit, nearly makes you pause.

But you can tell. From years of knowing him, from years of him being the closest person in your life.

You can read his expressions like a book, his body language like it's your own. His body, each and every sensitive little spot, like his thighs and that spot on his jaw right beneath his ear, you know it like the back your hand.

And it's easy to tell with the way his eyes are slightly glazed over-by the way his hips grind down onto your fingers.

Desperation and a tinge of something unfamiliar fills his words as he scrambles to keep his composure. “Let’s just get this over with. I wanna have my fun with you ne-” His voice cracks, cutting off mid-word, voice turning hoarse and weak.

A “Fuck!” that's immediately followed up by a gasp.

Your hand stays on his hip before trailing a bit higher in an effort to get him to relax a bit. "Doing so good for me, such a good boy."

He hisses in reply, biting down on his bottom lip so hard he's almost sure it'll burst, all in a silly attempt at trying to hold back the moan on the tip of his tongue.

The feeling of your fingers is awkward-not painful-just...odd.

He's never done this so it's understandable. Never let anyone else, or even himself for that matter, touch there. It's the feeling foreign object being forced inside a new space but slowly, ever so fucking slowly that he feels as if he's beginning to lose his mind, you start to move. Crooning into his ear, messaging his gummy walls, a hooded look taking over at the sight of him.

"How does it feel?" Hands clench the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white and his eyes squeeze shut. "Tell me...kitten."

Jesus. The word sounds so good rolling off your tongue. So completely and utterly intoxicating that he almost, almost allows himself to let go.

But he catches himself just in time.

"Do you like it?"

Because fuck, fuck, he doesn’t want to admit it.

Admit that maybe, just maybe he feels good under your control. That maybe he’s been craving for longer than he's suggested.

"Nngh,"

The sound is so soft you nearly miss it, but not quite. And you can feel your own body getting hotter and hotter from just this. From him. From his reactions, the way his body moves in small twitches and his eyes struggle to stay focused.

And the thing is, he tries so, so hard the control the noises he lets out that the lower half of his body moves on instinct, thighs tensing before falling slack and finally apart, spreading wide open for you and desperately, needily moving.

You barely have to do any of the work as he begins to fuck himself on your fingers, movements quick and sharp, hitting deep inside of him in a nearly violent way, warm walls clamped down hard around the two fingers.

“God, you’re so fucking tight baby.” You coo, watching in lustful fascination,

“F-fuck, don’t say that type of shit. I-i swear when I-m do-ne with y-you-“ He cuts off into a broken moan and despite the way his mouth clamps shut, it comes all the same.

Fingers clench the bedsheets, hard enough to make his knuckles turn white, teeth gritting down so hard he’s almost convinced they’ll shatter.

“Loosen up a bit baby, it’s okay, let me take care of you.” Your voice fucking purrs into his ear, an involuntary shudder ripping through his demeanour, body nearly shaking, goosebumps breaking across his skin.

A mewl crawls up his throat and he swallows thickly, trying to hold it back, trying to keep composure, trying to stay-

“Does it feel nice...” The teasing tone already has him spiralling, but what’s just a little bit further? What’s just a little bit more? You smirk lightly, tongue gliding over to wet your lips in a sinfully teasing way.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest. “C’mon, you’ll be a good little kitty? Won’t you?”

He can feel it. Your tongue, warm and wet around the shell of his ear. Your whisper, your words deposited straight into his head, engraving into his innermost desires. 

“All you gotta do is jus’ tell me what you want, tell me how you want it.” You growl. "Faster?" He nearly chokes on his own spit as you do exactly that, fingertips catching on the rim as you move quickly in and out of him.

"Harder?" Stars swim in his vision when your fingers meet his prostate for the very first time, abusing the oh-so sensitive spot, hitting it over and over and...

Fuck.

He squirms underneath your weight on top of him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

And then you stop and he can't help the anguished cry that falls from his red and bitten and puffy lips that you wanna taste so, so badly.

Heat raises in his cheeks, up his neck and his face, tinting him up to the very tip of his ears such an endearing shade of pink. So cute, so delectable.

God, you could just eat him alive.

You blatantly ignore his greedy movements, quiet, needy, high-pitched noises coming from deep in his throat as your hand trails up his body to cup his cheek. "Just tell me pretty kitty~"

It gives him a second to think.

A second to recollect himself.

A second to doubt all of this.

And...

Silence.

And more silence.

Just as quick as that adorably compliant look had appeared, it was gone and despite the bright colouring still smattered across his features, a hardness fills his eyes.

“No.” His breathe his shaky. "Stop."

The words hit a little bit harder than you’d like to admit. You know he can see though, the way your smile drops and your shoulders droop ever so slightly.

Remorse shines brightly in his eyes, chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath but he holds his ground. Screws his mouth up and simply returns your gaze as you falter and look away, doubt crossing filling your expression.

You knew that he was new to this…the submitting aspect of things. Knew that Minho wasn't the type to just lay down and take it. But when you had brought up the idea of it, he’d said he was down to try.

In fact, you weren't even the one to bring it up. It was all him. All because he’d been helping you pack up your things. 

Minho had asked you to move in with him a few weeks ago and you were elated, obviously agreeing to this next big step in your relationship.

Problem: your current place was a mess of junk with sentimental value and stuff you didn’t really need but insisted on keeping.

Honestly, it was almost like one of the tamer episodes of Hoarders.

You remember, you’d been packing up your closet and clothes, folding things and putting them in boxes and Minho had been in your room, clearing out whatever junk you kept in your nightstands and under your bed.

“Y/N?”

You hummed in reply, “What is it baby?”

The sound of shuffling reached your ears and when he spoke again it was much closer. “What is this?”

You twisted your body, straining your neck to see what he could possibly be talking about and…

Oh,

Oh.

In his hand, pinched between two fingers was a simple leather collar, black in colour with a silver buckle. A tag attached to the front ring, slightly swinging from his movements.

Minho himself had an unreadable expression. Blank in his await for a response.

Your lips pursed, unsure how to quite formulate one.

You avoided his gaze and he walked closer, taking your undivided attention. “What is this?” He repeated.

Now it was no surprise that you were kinky. Both you and Minho were, your relationship definitely being more on the adventurous side but, well you’d always let him take the lead on things, letting him take up a more dominant role in that area.

And it was quite obvious from the tag, shimmering in the artificial lighting in the room, the tiny letters engraved into it reading ‘pretty boy’.

One could assume that you weren’t the one wearing but administering it from that…

“What does it look like?”

His eyes flickered to the thing as if maybe taking a second look would prove to answer all his questions.

“Well I know it’s a collar,” he replied, almost snootily. “I’m not dumb, I’m just not so sure why ‘pretty boy’ is on it and why you’ve got it…is there something you need to tell me?”

Truth be told, you definitely could’ve told him sooner. 

About your past relationships where you stood in the role that he did. That this was one of your first times not being the dominant one in a relationship.

You could’ve told him but really, you’d kind of given up on it already.

Ever since you were discussing everything; the things you guys were open to, the things you weren’t, limits, safe words, etc, you had tried to hint it to him.

Suggest kinks and offhanded comments that would allude to it but it was the first time you’d seen your very smart and normally able to read between the lines boyfriend so inept, unable to put the pieces together.

Plus, he was very intent on domming, and when you told him you were fairly new to subbing he was ecstatic to show you everything. 

“Well? Is there?”

Your mouth opened, a response ready on the tip of your tongue...but nothing. Your mouth shut and so instead you put down everything you were doing and sat on the floor, patting on the space in front of you. “Sit.”

He seemed to contemplate it for a second before following your lead, the thing still grasped in his hand. You sighed. “Just put the collar down.”

Again, he listened.

And, stupidly, but not regrettably, your brain formulated a response without your conscious deciding to.

“Good boy.”

Minho froze and your mouth clamped shut. “Sorry,” flew out in a rush and he nodded like he understood but you knew he didn’t, not really. Not with the way his body turned tense, falling rigid in place, cheeks a brilliant hue of pink.  

The silence filled the room and the tag of the collar in the light caught your eye. You stared at it, counting the seconds in your head, recalling the memories that came flooding back with such a familiar object.

“I should’ve told you earlier, I know...it’s just...” Lamely, almost cringing at your own words, you trailed off, downturned eyes flitting up to read him.

His face is entirely blank, devoid of emotion, giving zero indication of how he feels.

It bugs you. That despite how well you know Minho that you can't read him. You've always been able to, especially with how long you've known him-long enough to move in with him-oh god was that still happening? Did you just ruin everything? Did he hate you now? Was he going to break up with you?

The thought process is broken with a single nod, his head bobbing down, eyes averted from yours. "It's...okay."

And...

You wait for him to continue but he says nothing more, gaze averted to look down at his hands which are fiddling around on his lap.

So you take a deep breath, hoping for the best. “Do you wanna say anything else?”

“Try it on me.”

“I know, it’s-wait, what?”

“Try it on me.”

That had been the last thing you would've expected to come out of your partner's mouth, obviously not an unwelcome answer, in fact you were elated but...it was surprising to say the least.

After that you'd talked for a bit.

You'd asked him to elaborate a bit, tell you exactly what that entailed and what he wanted from it, what he expected from it.

It was his first time and he wanted to go slow.

Nothing big like those 10 inch monster strap-ons seen in those hard-core femdom porns or too rough like any kind of impact play, but-somewhat shyly, in a completely out of character Minho fashion-he admitted that awhile ago he'd come across something about rimming that caught his interest.

And with the way he turned all red and embarrassed on you as he explained it, well, long story short, even the idea of it was more than enough to get you on-board.

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“No.”

"Stop."

That's all it takes. That's all you had discussed it would take.

Eyes flash up at his face while gently pulling your fingers out of him, trying to be tender and not do anymore damage that you might've already done.

"Shit. 'M so sorry-did I go too far?"

His body squirms in a futile protest, clenching around you, his eyes screwing shut as he lets out a breathless groan, followed by a weak whine.

In pain? Maybe?

Trying to soothe him, you hush him, whispering small praises that just seem to agitate him more, "No. No...what're you doing?" he reaches for you, trying to grab at your arms and whining again.

His body laid tense, you raise up on your haunches, easily brushing his pawing hands away from your body.

"I think that this is enough for tonight Minho." Your voice is gentle, hands soft as you brush the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. It does nothing to soothe his panicked, inarticulate protests.

"No!" His legs wrap around your hips, pulling your body close against his, his lips beginning to pepper soft kisses down your neck and collarbone.

What does he want? What is he trying to do? After telling you to stop and now doing this.

You push him away again by the shoulders this time with a sense of finality. Your warm hands made contact with his skin making him shiver.

You eyes are calculating as you try to read him, face serious. That's all there is for a second before you sigh and move to the edge of the bed, putting some space between the two of you.

"Look Minho," He did, intently staring at you. "You need to tell me what you want. I need to know that you're completely on board with all this." You wince, looking for the best words. "Because, I don't know, you tell me to stop and then act like that, I-i don't understand. And that kinda makes me feel like you're just doing this because I want to?"

He opens his mouth to speak but is cut before he can say anything. "And I don't want that. I want you to be enjoying this too and feeling good and safe. So...if you could just tell me what you're feeling?"

Minho looked at you and you looked back, completely wordless.

There were a million things racing through his mind, so many things he wanted to say.

But his throat couldn't work. Was his pride too high? Was he scared?

He had never had anything he felt like he couldn't share with you before. He never felt like you would judge him or scrutinize him. Especially when you wanted this too.

Why couldn't he say them?

When he wanted this too?

So all you got in reply was an animated nod. And you tried to smile back but it was weak. "Okay. So what do you need? Do you wanna take a shower? I could make you some lunch if you want and we can eat it together in bed...or we can always order food, there's that place you really liked last time?"

He looks anywhere but at you, fingers playing with a loose thread on the sheets. "Could you maybe...could you maybe just hold me?" The words came out quiet but seemed like a scream in your ears. "I mean-you don't have to-I just-"

"-Of course baby." You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around his body, hugging him close, pulling the sheets up to cover you.

He went rigid for a second before relaxing with a contented sigh, shutting his eyes and curling into you. "Thank you."

"There's nothing to thank me for."

The silence followed wasn't awkward but Minho couldn't help but feel that way, listening close to your chest as your breathing slowed and eventually he knew you were asleep.

He knew he should be soon to follow. Warm and comfortable and close to you, and any other night he would've already been asleep too.

But he couldn't.

And it wasn't just because he was undeniably still very hard, his body still hot and aching for some kind of touch of release.

It was also because he couldn't stop thinking. Couldn't stop looking down at you, asleep, and feel like there was more he could've said. More he definitely should've said.

But didn't.

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Nothing had been said about it since. Not a single word from you or from him for that matter.

You acted as if it never happened. Not in an angry or silent treatmenty kind of way but in a way that you were acting the exact same as before, no changes in anything, not hostile or bitter.

It confused him just as much as it frustrated him because it would've been amazing if he actually wanted to forget about it. If he hadn't stayed up all of that night coming up with what he was gonna say when you brought it up the next day.

And he waited for you to because it wasn't like he could.

But you didn't.

You stayed firmly in your place as if you actually forgot it ever happened. Nothing out of the ordinary. God, it was infuriating.

He meant to try to bring it up. Many times. When you sat at the table, eating dinner together. Or when he glanced over at you before bed, on your phone.

The words would tingle on his lips, ready to pour out, but then you'd catch his stare, smile gently in that way that made his heartbeat quicken and ask him what he was thinking about.

And then he'd chicken out.

It's been a week now and you haven't had sex since, not necessarily odd since he'd normally be the one to initiate it.

How was he supposed to though?

When all he wants is for you to shove him down and mess him up so entirely he won't be able to remember his own name.

When, when he takes a shower now, his fingers begin to touch places they never have, venturing down, trying to replicate the feeling that your's did.

Closing his eyes and imagining that they're yours. His mind trying to vividly remember the way that your voice sounded, raspy and commanding, whispering into his ears.

'Let me take care of you.'

'You'll be a good kitty? Won't you?'

'Just tell me what you want, tell me where you want me to touch you.'

Reliving the moment over and over in his head, arm covering his mouth to keep from whimpering as he falls apart on his own fingers, wishing that they were yours.

Trying to keep from being too loud because you're right outside the bathroom, pretending that nothing fucking happened.

Because he couldn't let you know like that. Couldn't let you know that even just imagining what you did to him makes him feel all fuzzy and floaty and high that it became new jerk-off material for him.

No, he couldn't let you know like that.

There was no way, it needed to be more special...well not necessarily more special...but definitely smoother.

So what better time than when you were your happiest of all?

Because as well as you knew him, he knew you just as well and knew everything that made you tick, knew what made you happy and what made you really happy.

And what made you really happy was days like this.

Days when you were both off from work and you'd wake up to something that smelt so good, your nose leading you to the kitchen where your beautiful boyfriend would be, hair still messy and, if you were lucky, glasses pushed up his nose as he made something that smelled absolutely heavenly.

Today in particular you must've been lucky because perched on his nose, making his look so absolutely delectable were his glasses.

Lucky or something along the lines of your boyfriend knowing you a touch too well.

Your arms wrapped around his torso, face buried into the back of his neck, making your voice some out slightly muffled. "Hey beautiful."

He smelled so good, like that specific brand of perfume he always wears, like warmth and comfort and a little bit of something that made you feel just a touch insane.

"You look good, what's the occasion?"

He sighed, ignoring the way his body reacted to the gravelly tone of your voice. "My glasses?"

You hummed in reply, warm breath fanning over his neck. "You know what they do to me. M' such a whore for you in glasses." You groaned, hands resting on his hips. "They just make you look so..." you trailed off without the right words to properly describe how good he looked in them.

The burner shut off and he moved the pan off the heat, turning around to face you. "Really? A whore you say?" He took your wrists in his hands, pulling them off of his hips and pushed you back against the counter.

You smiled teasingly at him. "Mhmm, they really just do something to me...you know that."

This was normally the point of your morning when he'd set you on top of the counter, or turn you around against it, sometimes back to the bedroom if either of you had enough patience for that-whatever available surface he could find to fuck you on.

He didn't though.

He frowned slightly and pulled your wrists down, pressing them under his shirt and letting go.

You obliged, watching in fascination as he held his breath, your hands, one planting on his hip, the other moving up, warm in travelling the expanse of his stomach and up toward his chest and pecs.

His body curled around yours, gripping the counter so hard his hands were near white, resting his chin of your shoulder, a breathy moan escaping as you brushed over his nipple.

"Y/N," He breathed, followed by something high and needy. It sounded so much like a plea, making something familiar begin to stir in your gut.

Was he...?

Did he want..."

You began to pull away but he stopped you, holding your wrists again to keep your hands where they were. "Don't." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Please...please don't."

He pulled back just enough to hold your gaze. Pulling you into a trance you couldn't seem to break out of.

And slowly he began to move your hands for you, not breaking eye contact all the while.

Letting the one still on his hip to come up, cupping his pec.

Taking the other out from under his shirt and right back up, until it was loosely pressed against his throat.

Your breath hitched, feeling his pulse thrum under your fingers.

Searching his eyes and trying-failing to read him. Trying-failing to find the words.

"Y/N." He whispered you name again. In that tone. In that wanton, desperate way. "I-i need-"

Words were cut off, trance broken, moment ruined as a knock at the door sliced through the tension like a knife.

Your head snapped toward the door but he clung desperately to your arms. "No, j-just ignore i-" Minho was once again cut off as the knock came again, accompanied with words this time.

"Y/N! I know you're home! I know when your days off are, you can't fool me!"

You groaned loudly, whispering an apology to your boyfriend before pulling away, talking your warmth with you but leaving a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach behind.

"The fuck you want Hyunjin?" You yelled, heading toward the door, opening it wide to find the blond boy mid-knock.

Hyunjin looked at you, the only slightly more annoyed than usual expression on your face than when you normally looked at him then to Minho, shirt rumpled, hands clenching the countertop, face red.

Then he smirked and walked in.

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"I swear to god, I hate living with them!" Hyunjin groaned loudly. "The food, oh my god, I don't think it could get any worse, it's 24/7 protein powder and energy drinks, I don't think I've had a decent, edible meal in weeks-and oh, don't even get me started on the smells they bring in!"

You scoffed out a laugh. "What? Not into the gym bro stink?"

Why the hell was he even here?

Minho found himself wondering that over and over throughout the day, sometimes in his head, silently to himself, and sometimes out loud with a pointed look toward the 'he' in question.

What was Hwang Hyunjin doing in his house all day with you, when it was Minho who supposed to be spending your time with?

You two were friends-best friends-ever since you'd met, years ago, before you'd even known Minho. Hyunjin had actually been the one to introduce him to you.

It was nothing irregular for him to come home at the end of the day to see you hanging out or you mentioning that you were going out to hang out with him as you were heading out the door.

And Minho had never had a problem with that before today.

Before your best friend had cock-blocked and ruined his perfectly planned chance to finally tell you how he felt, a talk that would hopefully lead to more than talking.

Before nearly six hours had passed since he'd arrived, clearly overstaying his welcome in Minho's eyes.

And on the specific day he had finally built up whatever it took to actually act on his feelings.

On his day off. When he had nothing else to do but watch you two talk about whatever, bring up inside jokes and continue conversations, gossip about things that you'd never even mentioned to Minho before.

You guys were clearly close.

A lot closer than Minho had originally imagined. Was this normal?

The way that you were throwing your head back and laughing, the way you hit his arm, almost roughly while wiping tears of laughter from your eyes.

The way Hyunjin seemed to listen intently when you spoke, the way he nodded along and didn't try to talk over you like the other boys did.

He was probably reading into things. But those were both things that you did to him. That he did to you.

Did Hyunjin like you?

Hyunjin shared his feelings. Hyunjin told people exactly the way he felt-he wouldn't hesitate to tell you anything.

Did you like that?

Did you like Hyunjin? That he could share and talk about the things that Minho wouldn't?

No. No, he was just being paranoid. He was jumping to conclusions.

He needed to get out of here for a bit, distract his mind. So he pulled out his phone, sending out a quick text.

"Hey guys, imma head over to hang out with Han and Felix for a bit." You leaned up with a smile, closed your eyes as he pecked you on the forehead. " Love you."

Unsatisfied with just that you took him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down and kissing him full on the lips. "Love you more, have fun!"

"Tell them I said hi!" Hyunjin called over as Minho slipped his shoes on.

"Mhm."

"Oh! And remember to put on a coat, it's getting colder out. Don't want your pretty face to freeze."

He scoffs in reply, biting back a smile. "Glad to know you just care about my pretty face."

"You know it." You wink back.

Hyunjin fake gags in disgust. "You guys are weirdly wholesome and I don't like it."

You stick out your tongue, shoving him with your foot. "You're just jealous-Bye baby!" You call as he pulls the door shut, feeling paranoid once again.

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"And then he said 'No. Stop.', so I did y'know, but then afterward he seemed kinda upset, I don't know, I love him so much, I really just wish he wasn't so hard to read sometimes." You groan.

Hyunjin laughs, "sounds like someone else I know."

You scowl in reply. "Fuck you, my communication skills have gotten much better and we both know that."

He holds his hands up in surrender, nodding for you to continue.

A heavy sigh makes its way past your lips. "Like, I don't even know what to do anymore. Because, right before you came in he was putting my hands up his shirt and saying my name all...desperate and god, it was hot. But he was looking at me with those eyes, y'know?"

Hyunjin listened carefully. You remember the very first time you'd brought up relationship stuff to him, asking for advice years ago, thinking it was so embarrassing. If only then you'd know the type of relationship stuff you'd be sharing with him now.

"Well, I for one think you need to stop avoiding the subject. Tell him."

"But what do I tell him?" You deadpan.

"Tell him everything you just told me. Tell him how you feel."

You huffed, crossing your arms, not hearing the door slowly creak open. "Then why can't he say anything? I'm here grasping at straws-trying to help him! He said stop so I'm trying to make it easier for him by not bringing it up! If he wants it, he should just fucking tell me!"

The door slammed shut and your eyes widened, looking toward the sound to see Minho standing in the doorway. And unreadable expression laid across his face but the hurt in his eyes evident.

Hyunjin looked from you to him and then back at you. "Y'know, I think I gotta go to the bathroom, leave you guys to figure everything out."

"Hyunjin," you try to grasp at him for help but he's up and going already, leaving the room quickly with a quick awkward wave. You look helplessly toward he disappeared with a groan. Asshole.

Then you look back at Minho.

He kicks of his shoes and takes off his jacket. Why was he even back so soon? He left, you glance at the time on your phone, he only left like twenty minutes ago.

The question must be evident on your face because he shrugs. "They weren't doing anything interesting, so I came back."

You look back toward where Hyunjin left and then before you know it Minho's in front of you.

"Please." He looks down at his feet taking your hand in his. "Please don't look at him," he begs, helplessly?

Hopefully?

You're not entirely sure, with nothing here familiar, a new territory that he's crossing into. You have no idea but something inside you is lit.

And then he's looking up at you again with a kind of determination in his eyes. "Look at me instead."

His fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, almost painfully, almost.

But then your boyfriend. Lee Minho. The man that you have given your heart utterly and completely to is falling to his knees in front of you, eyes wide and body slouched, hand at his side in a tight fist while the other still holds, pleadingly, desperately onto you.

"I'm sorry if I can't open up to you. I'm sorry I'm cold and I'm distant but I promise I'll try, I promis-"

"-Minho." You cut off. "I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have said that and-"

"-I want you to take over me." He breathes, heart beating quicker as your eyes widen in lust or surprise or both. "I want you to tell me what to do...Tell me-tell me I'm yours. Tell me I'm the only one that's yours, tell me that he isn't."

Your fingers squeeze the arm of the couch.

"-Do whatever you want to me. Please. I need you to do whatever you want to me." He pulls your hand into his hair, sighing into the motion of your fingers, reluctantly, running through the strands with a slight tug, forcing his posture straight.

You're surprised by the sudden change in mindset. In the way his words come flowing out like they've been stuck there for so long that they have no choice but to.

A muffled moan comes as he bites his lip. "No more of that." Your thumb guides his mouth open, a pointed look urging him to continue. "Go on. You're so pretty when you beg."

He hesitates, but only for a second. "Control me. Mark me. Make me yours."

His head is tugged back by the fingers knotted in his hair, leaving the smooth expanse of his neck on display.

You lean down in front of him, lips at his ear. "Are you sure?"

"Please~"

An awkward cough breaks through the moment. You both look and there's Hyunjin.

He averts his eyes, staring at his feet, pointing to the door behind him. "I-i'm just gonna-gonna leave, yeah?"

You nod incredulously, making a shooing motion with your free hand, Minho straight up glaring at getting cock-blocked for the second time today by him.

Hyunjin quickly makes his way out, leaving with a supportive thumbs up to you before shutting the door behind him.

"Finally." Minho groans.

Slapping his shoulder, with a pointed look, he looks back almost offendedly. "Be nice." You warn.

He presses his head further into your touch, nudging against your fingers in his hair with an appreciative hum and a bratty smirk. "I could be nice...or maybe I could be bad...and you could..." he presses himself closer, wedging his body between your thighs. "punish me."

Your eyes nearly bug out and you almost choke on your own spit. "Minho," Thank fuck, you wore shorts today.

Because his lips are brushing over your thighs. His eyes still locked on yours as he slowly licks up your skin, then begins leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can find purchase.

Goosebumps rise all over your skin, a drawn out moan gracing his ears and your fingers tighten in his hair, almost painfully, but he can't bring himself to care.

"Minho," you gulp and he's quick to reply with nothing but a moan of his own.

But this isn't what he asked for.

This isn't what he asked you to do.

So you pull him away by his hair, sighing at the loss. He whines, trying to pull back but you don't let him.

"Minho." He ignores you, sticking his tongue out in a vain attempt. "Kitten."

That has his attention. Body freezing and breath stopping for all but a second before a shudder rips through him.

You smirk. "Go to our room and lay down on the bed for me." You glance over him. "Take off your clothes too."

He's scrambling up as soon as you're letting go, hurrying to follow your order.

This is gonna be fun.

You try to give him some time, a few minutes for him to carry out what you told him to and a few more just to torture him a little but anticipation eats away at your will-power, making it near-impossible to wait long before you stand up off the couch.

A million ways to fulfill his wishes run through your mind. But as soon as you're in the doorway it all goes blank.

He's gorgeous and that's all you can think about. More than gorgeous, fucking ethereal sitting there on the bed all 'innocently', on his knees, hands clenching and unclenching with nerves in his lap.

Completely and utterly bare.

It takes all of you to not pounce on him and ravish him where he sits but instead click your tongue disapprovingly. "Kitty," he shivers. "So messy," you lean down to pick up his clothes, thrown messily around the floor.

He turns a pretty shade of pink. "I'm sorry, was just so...excited."

Your gaze shifts down. "Well that's obvious. But that's no excuse."

"'M sorry."

You push his chin up, calmly watching the way his pupils dilate. "Oh, it's okay sweet thing, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me."

His eyes light up, sparkling as you chuckle. "And that can start off by getting on your hands and knees."

He hesitates, but only for a second. "Can I have a kiss first?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely, kitty." You pull his face closer, cupping it in your hands as he whines, so close yet so far.

You smile at the noise and finally he received a kiss, rising up onto his knees, trying to get closer to you. Lips soft and eager as they seek out yours, purring out as your hands caress his body, going lax against you at the feeling.

It's a bit odd for him at first, the way that you take the lead in the kiss, teeth nipping at his lips, your hands groping his body. He gets used to it quickly though, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer before you pinch him in the side and he lets with a yelp.

"Just relax." You whisper against his lips, kneading at the skin above his hips, "Just let me take care of you." He mewls wantonly, pulling away and burying his head into your chest.

You give him a minute, continuing to rub your thumb over the dip in his pelvis. "You okay?"

He nods, taking a deep breath before looking back up at you, eyes glossy. "Yeah. J-just needed a sec."

He catches your lips with his again then, pure need in control of his movements now. Clutching you and letting his eyes slip shut, and when you bite down of his lip and he lets out a gasp, you take the moment to let your tongue to slip past the seal of his lips, fogging up his mind, a high needy moan escaping him swallowed by you.

Your hand comes up to the back of his head, deepening the kiss, letting out a groan in reply.

Nothing but pure horniness controls Lee Minho anymore. Nothing but the want to please and to listen and to feel good.

When you finally pull away, eyes flickering from one of his eyes to the other, breathing heavy, he lays back.

Teasing at first, landing on his back and spreading his thighs and groping at his inner thighs before flipping over to fulfill your request.

Prettily getting on his hands and knees, facing away from you and wiggling his hips enticingly, letting his back fall into a pretty little slope.

"Oh god, Minho."

Your hands attach to his skin like a magnet to metal, immediately gripping his skin, urged on by the sounds of his moans when you do.

Cupping his ass, squeezing the flesh in your hands like your own personal stress toy. You lean over his back all the while, pressing your weight against to whisper in his ear. "Do you wanna face me kitten or stay like this?"

He clears his throat, trying to focus his thoughts, try to ignore the fact that your fingers are already pressing against his hole, teasing at the entrance.

"C-can I, could I face you? Wanna see you, w-want you to see me."

So you roll him over.

His cheeks are flushed, looking so out of character, so shy, so adorable. "Want me to see you get ruined baby? Want me to watch as I make a mess out of you?"

He nods helplessly with a mewl, letting his legs fall open. "C-could you eat me out?"

The smile that blooms across your face should scare him but only makes him hornier, only makes him remember only just a week ago when you'd almost gotten to this.

Makes him remember the time spent in the shower, getting off to those thoughts.

Earlier today in the kitchen, the shock and then lust replacing that, giving into his silent wish.

Before fucking Hyunjin ruined it all.

That stupid cock-block, getting in his wa-

Minho's so absorbed in his thoughts, too in his head that he barely even realizes where you've gone, what you're doing.

Cutting him off mid-thought.

“Oh my god, f-fuck!” he cries out when you finally insert your tongue inside his ass. He grasps at your hair, cupping your head in his hand and tangling his fingers through the strands like a lifeline. "S-shit!"

You smirk against his skin and the feeling of it has him shuddering. "F-faster. G-go faster."

Immediately he feels the loss and nearly cries from it, trying to push your head back down. You only tsk at him in reply, like he's a misbehaving dog and not a beautiful man nearly crying from being denied once again. "Did you forget who's in charge here Minnie?"

Fingers dig into the skin of his thighs, skimming lower and lower, closer to where he needs you most until his pretty little head is turning into mush from need.

"N-no." But the words are meek.

Your hand mercifully squeezes around his cock all red and leaking with pre cum. You smile, thumbing over the slit, ripping a gasp from his lungs. "Then how about you rephrase that for me?"

God, he can barely think with your touching him like this, barely even comprehend what you're saying as your hand moves smoothly up and down him.

But you don't like that, stopping when you notice how far he is from you. "How about you use please for me Minnie?" You supply.

"Please!" He whimpers, trying to roll his hips down, back onto your tongue, trying to thrust back up into your hand. "P-please! I-i...I need you so, so, so bad! Need you in me, need you touching me, need you 't make me-nngh!"

Your tongue finally-finally presses past the tight ring of muscles once again, burying deep inside and Minho swears he can see stars, thighs trembling, body quaking as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

You glance up at him, lips curling up at how he seems to have lost all composure. Pulling out and then thrusting back in, he keens, thrusting back down onto you.

The muscles in his abdomen clench, ghosting your fingertips over his inner thighs again, feeling them shake under your touch, tensing and then snapping shut, squeezing together as he moans and trying not to stop breathing.

You're quick to shove his legs back apart, pressing them onto the bed on either side, tracing your nails down his legs, making him shiver and whimper before settling a pinch on one, a little yelp escaping that lets into an adorable mewl.

His walls clamp down around your tongue, his hand tugging uselessly in your hair until it's almost painful. With a pained hiss, you're brushing his hand away easily.

"Keep your hands to yourself." You warn. "Or I'll stop and leave you here like this."

You wouldn't. You don't even think that you could even if you wanted to.

But he doesn't know that, nodding helplessly, words coming out in a hoarse but whiney whisper. "Need more, please, 'm so so close. N-need more."

You make a sound, giving a vibration that feels fucking amazing before licking a long strip from his hole all the way to the tip of his cock, pumping the base a few times, just enough to make him whine before you stop and pout up at him. "Is what I'm giving you not enough kitty?"

His body squirms, trying to say yes but not willing to, not willing to tell the truth. You smile and take two fingers, reaching up to bring them to his lips. "Suck on them for me."

Already too fucked out to care, or possibly because he's so desperate to get your touch back on him, he listens. Cute bunny teeth revealed as he opens up.

And then they're pressing against his tongue, roughly pushing to fuck his throat and all he can think of is you.

You, you, you.

As he can feel your mouth back on him, leaving teasing kisses all down his thighs and cock and hole and, his gaze, hooded and dazed meets yours as you do and fuck he feels like he's gonna burst.

"Good kitty." You murmur, pulling your fingers out to see the drool that drips down his chin before pushing back in. "Such a good kitty for me Minnie, aren't you?"

That feeling inside him swells because yes, yes he's a good kitty for you-just for you. He can't quite verbalize it but god he hopes you can tell from the garbled moans and the way he tries to clutch helplessly at you can convey that.

You keep talking but he can't hear it over the ringing in his ears, and the feeling of your hold on his jaw, so deliciously firm, heat pools deep inside him. You hand, you're groping his thighs, teasing and soft and mean and everything that could drive him utterly insane.

"Such a good kitty for me Minnie." He somehow hears over everything and that's it.

That's all his body can take before he convulses, before his body is trying to curl into itself on instinct, your firm hand keeping him in place. He loses track of time, loses track of everything.

The only thing he can do is let out the loudest scream.

And you swear, he's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen.

Back arching up off the bed, mouth falling open, nearly shaking under your touch as delectably sinful noises fall from red puffy lips. Ropey streaks of cum spill over his stomach, his orgasm washing over him.

Or hitting him head on like a fucking truck.

Hiccupy gasps wrack him and you try to soothe him, moving quickly to grab a damp towel and gently clean him up.

He whines when you move but he's barely conscious, hand reaching out in an attempt to grab you that results in a quick kiss on his forehead. "Gimme a sec baby, I'll give you cuddles in a second, just let me clean you up."

He keeps that up nonetheless, shivering with sensitivity when you touch him, moaning brokenly and thrusting up at the slight overstimulation.

"M-more," He whispers brokenly, barely conscious.

Into overstimulation, you note, brushing his hair back sweetly. "Not right now, maybe later on but I'm so sleepy, I just wanna cuddle with you."

"Okay," his eyes close, "only if that's what you want." He reluctantly lets you go, so you can throw the towel into the hamper and strip down to lay next to him.

He practically molds to you once you do, curling himself into your arms, being uncharacteristically cuddly that you can't help but swoon at, lacing your fingers together.

You pull the blanket up and turn the light off, letting him fall into a sleep.

And you think he's asleep, exhausted until he speaks, "I don't know why we didn't try this sooner." He whispers tiredly. "That was so good...I don't think I've ever came that hard in my entire life."

You laugh softly, "You know, I'm sorry," Minho tenses but you continue. "a-about before. It is frustrating for me, I won't lie but I know it's hard for you and I should've talked to you instead of ranting to Hyunjin instead."

He nods. "And I'm sorry. I know I should communicate more. I was just so s-I was scared. I don't know why but I was."

You press him closer to you, hugging him so tightly you'd be worried if he weren't clinging to you with the same intensity. "Well, we can talk about it more tomorrow. Let's just go to sleep for now."

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a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed it and i was thankful for how patient everyone was for the long time it took to get this out

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strawberry lemonade - l.mh

content: sub minho, dom reader, oral (m receiving), temperature play, foodplay (use of a popsicle), teasing, cum eating, reader calls minho kitty/kitten bc i am physically incapable of writing anything else, reader’s sex is unspecified, kinda unsanitary

word count: 5.3k

It was hot. 

The air conditioner in your apartment, however determined it was, served no match for the unforgiving amounts of heat seeping in from outside, hanging heavy all around you and coating your skin with a thin layer of sweat. You’d tried cracking open your balcony door with the hopes of letting a refreshing breeze billow through, but all you were met with was more of the sticky, humid summer air instead.

In the end, you and Minho had taken refuge in the kitchen, where the effects of your barely-functioning AC were strongest. As a last resort to escape the sweltering temperatures, you decided to open up your freezer and dig out a popsicle, more relieved than you’d ever been in your life when you found that there was one more remaining. Even after you’d fished it out, you were reluctant to let go of the chilly waves rolling out from the freezer, basking in them for a few more precious moments before begrudgingly shutting the door. 

The sound of crumpling plastic as you unwrapped your popsicle caught Minho’s attention, and he peered over at you curiously from where he was perched on the counter. He’d taken it upon himself to sit there in an attempt to cool himself off, a trusty wet napkin stuck to his forehead. His eyes gleamed when you approached him, zeroing in on the frozen treat in your hand with a catlike accuracy.

“This is the last one."

Minho frowned at that. Without missing a beat, he stuck his hand out to snatch it from your grasp. “Then gimme.” 

“No way.” You barely veered out of reach in time. “This is a matter of life and death, Lee Minho.”

“You mean you wouldn’t die for me?” he clicked his tongue. “So cold.”

“It is cold,” you agreed, opening your mouth to rest the popsicle against your tongue. Strawberry flavored; his favorite. It was icy and refreshing and nothing short of heavenly in the way it chilled your mouth, tinged with a hint of lemonade to balance out the sweetness.

Minho sniffed irritably, resting his palms on the counter to lean back and spread his legs, like even his own body heat had become too disgusting for him to bear. “I might actually die, y’know.”

You didn’t bother to make your hum of sympathy sound convincing, closing your lips fully around the popsicle without a care in the world. If your roles had been reversed, you were certain you’d be met with the exact same smug indifference from him—topped off with plenty of teasing and laughing directly in your face for good measure. With the way he was eyeing you so keenly, a valuable opportunity to give him a taste of his own medicine presented itself. So, you sucked for a few moments longer before pulling it out of your mouth with a dramatic pop.

“Mmm,” you licked your lips. “I get why you like this flavor so much.”

He made a face, nose scrunching up. “Don’t do all that in front of me.”

“Jealous?”

“Listen closely and you'll hear it calling out my name,” he said it so seriously, you might’ve actually believed him if he were anyone else. "Begging me to save it."

“Uh-huh.” You dragged your tongue along the dessert from bottom to top, ending it with a playful flick to its tip. “I think the heat’s got you hallucinating.”

Minho huffed; sulky, lips downturned and eyes flickering between you and the popsicle. Its citrusy flavor flooded your tastebuds as you took it back into your mouth, letting out another satisfied noise that was even more exaggerated than before.

He went silent for a bit, long enough for you to figure that he’d lost interest in convincing you to hand it over. You continued licking contently away, growing less concerned with taunting him and more concerned with gathering up the juices that had begun to melt from the heat of your mouth. You dragged your lips down to the popsicle’s base, slurping at it loudly in a way that was, in your defense, unintentional that time.

“It’s dripping,” he commented.

It came casual, breezy as ever, but when you glanced up, you found his eyes locked on you, so intensely that it had you taken aback for a moment. 

Then, you noticed it—a stray, red droplet splashing to the floor, with another traveling down your hand, preparing to do the same.

“Seriously,” he complained. “You’re not even appreciating it right! This hurts to watch.”

Without breaking eye contact, you brought your tongue to your wrist, swiping up the trail of juice before it could fall after the other.

“Better?”

To your surprise, Minho was the first to look away. He turned his head with another huff, seemingly annoyed, but a subtle shift in his expression piqued your curiosity beyond that. The corner of his lips twitched, trying to stifle an awkward puff of laughter, eyes blinking so profusely you’d think a drop of sweat might have trickled into them. 

His legs weren’t spread anymore, you noticed. In fact, they were unnaturally close; thighs pressed firmly together despite the sticky discomfort he must have felt with his skin rubbing against itself.

It dawned on you, for the first time, that it may not have been you who Minho was jealous of.

Feigning obliviousness, you slipped into the barstool right across from where he was seated on the counter. He stiffened, turning his attention back to you just as you licked another long stripe up the popsicle.

“Don’t get so close,” his voice cracked. “I don't need your extra body heat right now.”

“Want some?” you asked innocently.

You tilted the popsicle towards him. Dripping, red, shining with an inviting glaze where you’d worked your mouth. A melted droplet accumulated at its tip, weighing itself down and splattering against his thigh. 

He almost flinched, eyes darting down to the spot where it’d landed, then back up to your swelling lips. Even as he willed himself to ignore it, he was all too aware of the cool liquid spreading along his skin, quickening his heartbeat the further down it traveled.

“No,” he swallowed. “You already ruined it.”

“C’mon, let’s play that game you like so much. From your mouth to mine, right?”

Minho would always suggest it with the most self-satisfied look on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief and lips curving into an alluring smirk around whichever food he was trying to convince you to take from his mouth that day. Now, he didn’t look nearly as proud of himself. Squirming awkwardly under your stare, fingers fidgeting against the countertop, scrambling for something to bounce back with before he was completely cornered.

“That’s more of a favor, really,” he managed a trace of that crooked grin you knew. “So it’ll taste better for you.”

You rested your elbow on his thigh, pushing back a smile of your own when you felt his muscles tense up beneath you. 

“Then make it taste better for me.”

You brought the popsicle up to nudge Minho’s lips. Slowly, deliberately, you dragged it along them, tracing their pouty shape and coating them red with its juices. Even with the mesmerizing sight demanding all of your attention, you still didn’t miss the way his breathing began to pick up, chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly under his loose-fitted shirt. 

Then, he opened his mouth, just wide enough for you to push past his glistening lips and glide the frozen treat along his tongue. His stare realigned with yours, pupils blown wide; so dark that you could see yourself reflected in them. A glimpse into his own view, one that had his composure fizzling out alarmingly fast.

You inched forward bit by bit, taking your sweet time to admire how naturally his lips wrapped around it, how effortlessly he took it into his mouth, like he was meant to be filled. This time, Minho didn’t shy away, regardless of how your hungry eyes were pooling a heat in his stomach that was far different from the suffocating summer air. His eyelids drooped, thick lashes fanning over his gaze as it bore right back into yours. Defiant and desperate all at once—challenging you to take back the popsicle, pleading for you to take him with it. 

A soft noise rose in his throat when you pushed as far down as you could go, so deep that your fingers brushed the entrance of his mouth. You stayed like that for just a moment longer, then pulled the popsicle out in one fell swoop, grazing it along his front teeth and leaving a cute pair of bite marks engraved in its side. 

He had no chance to suck the melted coating off its surface before you popped it back into your mouth, still dripping with his saliva. You felt his thighs squeeze together under your arm, the red tint of his ears creeping up on his cheeks when you swallowed up the sweet blend without hesitation. 

“You were right,” you murmured. “That’s much better.”

His lips were still parted, and you rubbed your thumb over the corner of his mouth to break the trail of drool that had dribbled out. Then, without warning, your hand fell from his face, brushing over the spot between his thighs that he’d been working so hard to distract you from.

“But I think I wanna taste something else, now.”

Minho’s stomach flipped, breath hitching so loud he was certain you could hear it. He shifted under your hand in a pointless attempt to conceal how hard he’d become, but all it did was press his bulge further against your palm. You leaned down to run your tongue along the dried patch of strawberry on his thigh, cooling the skin where his shorts had ridden up and making goosebumps rise to the surface.

“Poor baby.” You gave him a squeeze, watching in delight as his cheeks puffed out, flushing a shade deeper in an effort to hold in his gasp. “You’re really overheated, huh?”

“You…” he tried to get a handle on his voice, but much to his horror, it trembled anyway. “You did this on p-purpose.”

“Did not,” you pouted. “It’s not my fault you’re such a spoiled little kitten. Can’t even watch me eat a popsicle without wishing it was your dick instead.”

Any retort Minho had planned died in his throat when you slid the popsicle back into your mouth. Watching it push past your lips when you were hovering so close to his bulge was enough to make him throb in the confines of his shorts—a detail that, embarrassingly enough, he was certain you felt clear as day under your hand.

Holding the dessert steady between your teeth, you dipped your fingers below the waistband of his shorts, tugging at the elastic to pull them down along with his boxers. It was almost cute; how he deliberately slowed his movements to avoid coming off as too eager. How he was still trying to convince you he was unaffected, even when your fingers had just been wrapped around the proof of how aroused he’d become without a single touch from you. Still, you let him have his way. Like watching a cat struggle to unhook its claws from a piece of fabric, you waited patiently as he unstuck his thighs from the counter little by little, hoisting himself up so you could slip the garments off at last.

His length sprang up against his stomach, drops of precum seeping into his white shirt to form a small, translucent stain. It made your adrenaline spike—imagining what must’ve been going through Minho’s head for him to get so worked up purely off his own thoughts.

You dragged your lips up the popsicle as you pulled it out of your mouth again, agonizingly slow, savoring every bit of flavor just to make his patience slip a bit more. 

“Is this what you meant when you said it was dripping?”

If the question itself hadn’t been enough to fluster him, what came next surely was. You nudged the popsicle playfully against his dick, flicking its leaking head with just enough force to make him jolt. He bit back his cry through gritted teeth, mustering up all his self-control to ignore the sharp chill that rocked his body so he could string together a response. 

“If I say y-yes,” he breathed. “Will you lick it, too?”

He cursed himself for barely being able to get the words out properly. His eyes squeezed shut to form an adorable grimace, refusing to meet the smirk that he knew was spreading across your face.

“Every last drop.”

You gave him no time to brace himself before you pressed the popsicle to his inner thigh and dragged it inwards all at once. Minho reacted instantly; muscles going taut, legs threatening to close in on each other, hips shrinking away from the ice cold stimulation. A thin, pink layer of juice was left behind everywhere you roamed, complimenting the fading marks you’d left on his skin days ago. 

The sensation was cool and glossy and deliciously unfamiliar against his flesh, parts of his body that were rarely touched by anything but you. It made him more sensitive than ever to the sloppy drag of your tongue that followed. He couldn’t even think to suppress his hiccup as you licked up the entire trail of sweet liquid, mixed with the salty tinge of his sweat.

“Is that better, baby?” you sucked up the leftover juice with an open-mouthed kiss, dangerously close to the base of his length. “Cooling you off?”

He could only form a soft grunt, not trusting himself to speak steadily when the popsicle suddenly found his other thigh, sending a visible shiver all throughout his body.

“Needy little kitten. All the attention just has to be on you, hm?” You twirled your wrist, drawing careful circles into his skin with the popsicle’s tip. “Is this how hard you get for me every time I’ve got something else in my mouth?”

The gentle rhythm of your movements almost lulled Minho into a trance, easing the uncomfortable heat that had been consuming his senses and replacing it with a pleasurable ache that made it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

“Y-you’re mean,” he stuttered out. “It's ‘cause you were teasing me.”

“Anything looks like teasing when you think with your dick, baby.”

You slid the popsicle further up his thigh, listening closely to the sound of his quickening breath as you approached the spot that was doing all the begging his mouth couldn’t verbalize just yet, twitching and leaking more uncontrollably by the second. A shaky sigh escaped him, dragging out into a moan when you flattened your tongue against his skin and followed the messy trail of juice, countering its cool sensation with the warmth of your mouth.

The feeling of his flesh—soft and pulsing and completely vulnerable under your teeth—was too tempting to resist biting down on. It sent his hips snapping forward with embarrassing speed, only making you sink your teeth deeper into his thigh. A low, frustrated whine met your ears, rife with desire for the wet heat that was taunting him just inches away from his cock, chipping away at his already minimal patience.

“Hah, more,” he demanded weakly. “Gimme more.”

“Still hot?” You nibbled until you were certain a brand new patch of red would be left behind on his plush skin, relishing in the remaining traces of strawberry as you gave it a final, languid lick. “I got you baby.”

In all its haziness, Minho’s mind processed your intentions a split second too late. His eyes fluttered open in alarm just in time to catch the mischievous glint that crossed yours. A fresh surge of frost rippled through his senses as you slid the popsicle along the underside of his cock, pressing its full length against him all at once.

Even as his hand flew up to clamp over his mouth, a broken cry rang out through the kitchen regardless, so loud that it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. The satisfaction it brought you was only amplified as he immediately began writhing under your hand, hips twisting and muscles clenching, like he himself didn’t know whether he wanted to escape the numbing cold, or lean into it—to let the strange thrill it created in his stomach take over in full.

“A-ah! Wait, wait, wait,” his honey voice spiked into something sharper; an uncharacteristically raspy squeak. “Too much, ‘s too much!”

“Too much?” you echoed. “It’s for your own good, kitty. You wanted more, right?”

You glanced up to find his hand now curled into a fist, bunny teeth sinking into it to restrain another pathetic sound. He met your eyes with a scowl that might’ve been intimidating if he didn’t look completely and utterly helpless.

“That’s n-not what I meant,” he mumbled miserably through his fingers. “You know it’s not.”

You tilted your head, determined to keep your hand firmly in place, even with all his wriggling around. “Then what did you mean?”

The popsicle was melting faster now thanks to all the contact with his burning skin, staining red all over your fingers and dripping torturously down his length. You rolled the treat lower to emphasize your question, wedging it against his balls and making his cock spasm wildly, as if crying out the answer for you.

“I thought kitties were supposed to be smart,” you frowned. “But this is all it takes for your head to go blank, huh?”

Another whine spilled out of him, too incoherent for you to make out what he was saying. But the way he blinked down at you, pupils blown out and putting his desperation on full display, told you all that you needed to know. He was clinging to the last few shreds of his pride, not quite ready to beg for you yet. Even so, you decided to indulge him—there would be plenty of opportunities for you to drag out the pleas you knew he was capable of later on. That, and, maybe the look that he was giving you, even more irresistible than any words might sound coming from his mouth, affected you more than you’d like to admit.

“Guess I should stop playing with my food,” your breath fanned over his skin in a murmur, like a gentle breeze quelling the throb in his body that had become near unbearable. 

Minho searched aimlessly for something clever to say, something to pretend like his brain wasn’t about to fizzle out watching you draw closer and closer, but any quip was cut short by his sharp inhale when you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock in one, fluid motion. He doubled over the moment you did, hands falling to grip the edge of the counter like he might fully collapse if he didn’t. Relieved by the warmth of your mouth finding him at last, overwhelmed by how it contrasted the popsicle’s relentless chill. The combination of temperatures was nearly enough to bring the tension building in his abdomen to a tipping point, right then and there.

You began sucking at his tip without giving him any chance to adjust, squeezing your mouth rhythmically around him to add addictive bursts of pleasure that made him pulse under your lips. He hissed softly as your tongue pressed against his head, teasing under its groove and tracing its shape. His taste mixed with the lingering flavor of the popsicle, earning a satisfied hum from you that vibrated around him and sent a jolt of arousal through his veins.

“Feels good,” he mewled. “More, more, more.”

Hollowing your cheeks, you took his cock deeper into your mouth, engulfing as much of him with the velvety warmth as you could. His whimper turned up in pitch when you slid the half-melted popsicle along the part of his length your lips didn’t cover, back arching and hips bucking forward before he could even think to stop himself.

Your eyes darted up in a warning, stern gaze meeting his half-lidded one and making his heart leap in his chest. Solely from the way he stiffened, you could tell he’d immediately realized his mistake, but he pushed back his apology, pouting down at you instead.

It was an expression you understood all too well—communicating the need for you to control him when he couldn’t control himself. You brought your free hand to his stomach, flattening your palm against it to push him back against the countertop. The added pressure to his abdomen made Minho’s cock jerk on your tongue; so, deviously, you dug your fingers into his shirt, squeezing the soft flesh of his tummy and holding him firmly in place as you began to bob your head once more. 

Every wet slide of your lips was followed with a drag of the popsicle along his length, creating a fresh layer of juice where you’d been sucking just moments before. The groan he managed to stifle was quickly followed by another, more shameless one as you repeated the motion, sinking down to swallow up the strawberry coating, then pulling back so that just his tip was left throbbing in your mouth. 

Gradually, you built up a steady pace, timing the strokes of the popsicle with your mouth so that every inch of his dick was being stimulated at once. Hot and frigid, sloppy and smooth, like you were freezing his body over and setting it back on fire. It wasn’t long before the dizzying blend of sensations became too much for him to handle. You could feel his stomach expanding faster against your palm, could hear his cute grunts grow less and less restrained with each glide of your tongue. Minho’s hips surged forward in another reflex when you paused your bobbing to tease his slit, leaving him longing to be swallowed whole by you once more. A broken moan of frustration escaped him as you pushed down on his stomach to force him back, harder this time.

You pulled off of his cock completely, grazing your front teeth along it as you did and making him shudder under your hands.

“Quit squirming, kitten,” you scolded. “You’re making a mess.”

You swiped your tongue over your lips to lick off the strawberry sheen, well aware of his glossy eyes piercing holes into you as you gathered up the drops of saliva and slush. He moved around indignantly in his spot, a low, restless protest rumbling in his throat. But even he knew better than to test his luck by jerking his hips forward a third time, regardless of how he was already aching to feel your mouth wrapped around him again. Your gentle tone was deceptive, a fact made clear in the way you started working the popsicle against his dick again, like an unspoken threat. There wasn’t much left of it, anymore—less than half, with the last chunk rapidly melting away around the wooden stick. He had trouble deciding whether the friction it created was intoxicating, or utterly excruciating.

Minho’s entire face was flushed, now—red with lust, embarrassment, and the strain of trying to mask his reactions to all the different ways you were toying with him. The napkin on his forehead had become thoroughly soaked, lopsided and slipping from its place. Sweat dripped from his bangs, trickling down his face and neck, glazing his skin to create a positively sinful sight.

“Looks like you’re only getting hotter, baby,” you mused, tapping the wooden stick against his length in mock contemplation. “Maybe I should just stop?”

“No, no, no,” he didn’t bother to hide the panic in his voice. “N-not enough. Gimme more, I want more.”

He held his breath when you opened your mouth and leaned in again, only to give the popsicle a lazy, taunting lick.

“More of what? This?” You took a small bite, savoring it with all the careful attention you’d been giving his cock mere moments ago. The thought alone was enough to make Minho’s head spin with want, with a need for you to put your focus back on him. To work his body in ways no one else could, make him feel things no one else could—not even himself. 

“There’s not much left, kitty. Hurry up and tell me what you need so bad, or I won’t be able to cool you off anymore.”

He whimpered pitifully, delaying the inevitable. “M-mean. So mean.”

“So mean,” you hummed. “You love running your pretty little mouth, right? Just use it to say please, and you’ll get your treat.”

Minho was quiet for a moment, thighs rubbing helplessly together as he weighed the options in his foggy mind. With the way your smile grew watching him fidget, he was almost convinced you could hear his racing thoughts and pounding heartbeat. You took the popsicle between your lips, pulling the last bit carefully up the stick, ready to swallow it down.

“Please,” he whispered.

It was lilted and sweet, infinitely more delicious than any of the flavors that had been flooding your tongue. He probably knew exactly what he was doing—looking you straight in the eye as he said it, making absolutely sure it took full effect. But even as the feather-light word graced your ears and put an undeniable flutter in your chest, you weren’t ready to let him off that easily.

“Please, what?” You inched closer, enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your lips.

His adam’s apple bobbed, eyes squeezing shut. “Please…your m-mouth,” he tried again. “Don’t make me beg for it.”

“But you sound so cute when you do.” You brushed your lips over the head of his length, earning a sharp hiss from him as you smeared around the fresh drops of precum that had dribbled out. “You could get anything you wanted with a voice like that. Since when are you this shy, baby?”

“Please,” he repeated. His eyebrows furrowed together in pure desperation, and combined with the view of his eyelashes resting delicately on his cheeks, you could’ve caved in a heartbeat. “Please, I need it. Can’t wait anymore. Don’t wanna wait anymore. Please, please, please.”

He was borderline babbling now, each word growing more and more frantic and sending another ripple down your spine.

“There we go. See how pretty you make it sound?” you cooed. “Let me show you how nice I am to good boys.”

You scooped up the final piece of the popsicle before it could melt completely, tossing its stick on the counter and curling your fingers around Minho’s dripping cock. His thighs shot up as you took him back into your mouth all in one go, sinking down as far as you could take him. The strawberry slush dissolved against your tongue, cooling the inside of your mouth to create an icy blend of saliva that was far too much for his hypersensitive body to handle.

Instantly, his voice rang out through the kitchen without an ounce of restraint. Your lips curved into a smile, swallowing around his length and making his head loll to the side in a fit of pleasure. His jaw went slack, spilling out a string of moans that were nothing short of angelic, a perfect contrast to just how filthy he’d become for you. Sticky with sweat, juice, and drool.

You slid up and down his cock with swollen lips, building up a merciless pace and creating sounds that made Minho’s brain go haywire. His fingers clawed helplessly at the smooth surface of the countertop, so frantic to find something to hold onto that the prominent veins in his forearms began to bulge out. As much as it gave you a power rush to have him so fragile on your tongue, your protective instincts kicked in.

You’d barely even pulled off of his length for a second before he was whining in protest, disoriented eyes fluttering open, hips stuttering in search of your mouth again. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, kitty,” you murmured. 

Delicately, you brought your hands to his thrashing ones, soothing their erratic movements and guiding them to rest on your head.

All it took was you licking a long stripe up his cock for him to immediately latch onto you. With a grateful whimper, he tangled his fingers in your hair, small palms pawing rhythmically and blunt nails digging into your scalp as you began working your mouth again. The slickness that coated his length with every bob of your head pushed him to the edge alarmingly fast, you could tell by the way he began squirming again. You slid your hands under his shirt to grab hold of his hips, pinning them down against the countertop to keep him steady as you drew out his climax.

“More, c-close, ‘most there,” he slurred. “Ah, ah, ah!”

“Is it really that good, baby?” you swirled your tongue around his tip, sinking your fingers deeper into his flesh to stop him from bucking. “Even the popsicle lasted longer than you.”

Minho couldn’t find it in him to bite back, not when you followed up your taunt by closing your lips fully around him and sucking at the head of his cock. He bent forward with a hiccup, leaning so far down that you could feel droplets of his sweat splatter onto your skin.

“Please,” he gasped without any hesitation left. “Going crazy, a-ah!”

Instead of outright granting him permission, you tongued at his slit, encouraging him to let go. It sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core, serving as the final catalyst to release the pressure that had been piling up in his stomach. Despite how sharp his cry was, tinged with a cute rasp from how much he’d exerted his voice, he came gently on your tongue. Soft and delicate, just like him. You continued sucking intently at his tip as his high washed over him, feeling every tremor of bliss pass through his thighs trembling around your head and his hands gripping your hair like his life depended on it. 

His airy moans faded into weak little mewls with each soothing circle your thumbs drew into his hipbones. When the final spurt of his cum had spilled onto your tongue, you let his twitching cock fall from your mouth, leaving him dazed and panting on the countertop. 

You were careful not to lose a single drop of his seed resting heavy on your tongue as you rose from the barstool to full standing, coming face to face with Minho. He looked utterly spent—eyes half-lidded, face flushed and glistening with sweat, puffed lips still parted with every pant that slipped past them. He blinked slowly back at you as your hand gripped his jaw, squeezing at his cheeks to urge his mouth further open.

A soft vocalization built in his throat, quickly muffled as you locked his lips with your own, spilling his own release into his mouth. Your tongue slid against his, catching the bittersweet taste of his cum combined with the popsicle’s residual flavor. You savored the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away, watching his throat bob as he drank down the mess of fluids. All his attempts from before to appear uninterested seemed so laughable now, with how eagerly he took it all. For good measure, he stuck his tongue out lazily once he finished, showing you that he hadn’t let any of it go to waste.

You gave his cheek an approving pat.

“You like the taste of your milk, kitty?”

Minho sputtered, ears burning an even deeper red than when you'd had him in your mouth. You swiped your thumb gently over the corner of his lips, pushing a stray drop of his seed back into his mouth. Despite the embarrassment setting his skin on fire, his tongue still flickered over the pad over your finger in a kittenish lick, swallowing it hungrily down with the rest. 

“You’re insane,” he finally mumbled.

“Yeah?” You leaned in again to brush your lips playfully over his, allowing the traces of strawberry lemonade to waft over his senses. “Guess you've rubbed off on me.”

[suuyua]

SMUT MDNI 18+

short thought

I CANT GET SHY LINO OFF MY MIND?? LIKE he would definitely cover his face with his little hands while you absoulutely ruin him. he'd let out little whimpers as he peeks through his fingers, just for you to flick his cute little cock, making him hide his face again. he'll be trying to turn his face away, then being forced to look back at you when you cease your movements on his length and tell him that you'll only continue if he didn't cover his face. of course he would have no choice, slowly moving his hands away. the moment he does, you're merciless, jerking him off at a speed incomprehensible to him. although, is anything comprehensible to him right now in his state? he'll try so hard not to cover his face, because he wants to be a good boy for you <3 a particularly harsh roll of your wrists has him writhing and squirming, letting out the loudest moan you've heard so far. he would get so so embarrassed, attempting to cover his face with his hands, only hesitantly stopping when you assure him that you're happy you make him feel good, and that you like the sounds he makes. will definitely wail your name when he comes, and he'll be matching with a tomato after he gets back to himself. whines at the giggles that you let out, mumbling about how embarrassing it was, face still hidden behind his hands.

ok im done and leaving for another 10 years

[nirvanawrites111]

Claim Me (Sub!Minho x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Minho x Reader

No pronouns used. y/n is AFAB

Word Count: 2209

Smut warning: Pegging, fingers, phone sex, orgasm denial, handjob, cum eating, very light degradation, Y/N is called mistress, Idol AU

Minors Do not interact, please and thank you!!

"Tell me... I'm yours, mistress, please." Minho whimpers through the phone. 

He's trying his best not to wake anyone up in his house. Sure, he finally has his own room, but the walls are extremely thin. The last thing he needs is anyone hearing this conversation. 

His hand is wrapped around his aching length. He wants nothing more than your hands tightly squeezing it until he oozes his release just to lick it off your hand. 

You've made him like this. Never had he explored this type of desire with anyone else. But, with you, he opened himself completely to serve you and allow you to explore this side of him. 

Minho strokes his length nice and slow as you instructed, even though he wants to speed up and come. So, he can sleep and rest for his show tomorrow. 

The calmness and seductiveness laced in your voice are enough to tip him over the edge and push him to the limit. But, out of respect for you, he won't come until you tell him to. 

"Minny, I've told you several times you aren't mine until I've had your ass," you explain calmly. 

All Minho wants is to be yours and not belong to anyone else. He wants to be the source of all your pleasure and be exclusive with you. 

But, he knows that he has to earn that spot. That isn't something that will just be given to him. 

"Yes, mistress," Minho replies, still palming his dick and listening to your voice. 

The thought of you pegging him has him throbbing. He wants to be bent over his bed with his hair in your hand and throwing it back on your strap. He wants that more than his next meal. 

"Now, since you seem not to follow the rules. Stop touching yourself. We will pick up tomorrow when I come over to see Changbin, good night," you end the call without further explanation. 

The call ends, and Minho lays back against his pillow. His eyes are up at the ceiling, and pre-cum oozing out the tip. Why do you have him so eager and thirsty for you? Sure, he can have anyone, but none hold a candle to you. 

He takes a deep breath and sits up on the side of the bed. He grabs his underwear off the ground and looks down at his dick. 

You will know if he masturbated, so he decides not to push the envelope further or cross that boundary. He puts it back on and sends you a text. 

Minho: Good night, mistress. Thank you so much for your time. I promise tomorrow I will be good for you. 

***

You know that you must deliver a hand-painted jacket to Changbin today, so you will be in to see Minho. It's been hard keeping this secret from Changbin.

Maybe, because you and Binnie used to be friends with benefits a while ago. 

You know you want to explore with Minho, but you're unsure how you will accomplish this without Changbin finding out.

Sure, it would be easier for Minho to visit your place. But, with how nosey your roommate is, you would rather not chance it. You don't want him to have a scandal and lose everything because of you. So, you don't mind coming over to him. 

You knock on the door, and Changbin answers. "What's good, Y/n?" Changbin asks you, and by the way, he's looking at you. He probably thinks you want him. 

Changbin has a luxury Balenciaga tan sweater and black pants that perfectly hug his muscular thighs. Not to mention the Cuban link around his neck. 

"Nothing. I got your jacket." You lift the bag to show him, and he invites you in.

"Perfect. You are a lifesaver," Changbin hugs you. His firm tone body feels good against yours. But, you can't help but imagine what Minho would feel like. 

You sit in the living room, and Minho comes out in an oversized hoodie and tight boxer briefs. He walks into the kitchen. "Hey, Y//n," he greets you, but it is short and sweet. 

"Hey," you reply. 

"This is going to be perfect for my photo shoot, Y/n." Changbin is so engulfed in your artwork. 

Changbin is busy trying on the jacket, and he goes to the bathroom down the hall to look at the details. 

Minho comes into the living room with a blanket. He sits next to you. Now, this isn't the first time you've been over here. So, it's not like Changbin will think anything of it.

"Touch me, mistress," Minho whispers in your ear, and he's clearly horny for you.  

"No moaning, either." You grab Minho's face, and you remove your jacket. Minho turns on the television.

Your hand goes under the covers and over his boxer brief. He's already hard for you, but you aren't surprised. 

You hear Changbin on the phone arguing with someone. But, you don't care. Whatever it will take to buy you time with Minho is all that matters. 

Your hand dances along his crotch, and you rub your palm against his hard-on. 

You watch Minho's face to see if he will disobey you and moan. You tilt your head and give him a stern look. 

He's been whining for weeks about how much he wants to be yours, but he has to be able to follow directions if he wants the privilege of being considered yours. 

You feel a bit of pre-cum stain on the front of his underwear. You continue rubbing him until you feel the wet spot grow. You watch Minho swallow hard, trying his best not to moan, and it's cute. Commendable at best. 

You remove the blanket from Minho's lap, and his eyes grow. "Mistress?" he whispers. "What are you doing?"

"You don't trust me?" 

"I do... completely."

"I got you, don't worry."

You reach your hand into his underwear and stroke him fast. You like the slick sound of your hand rubbing him.

You use a bit of his pre-cum to make the interaction smoother. 

Minho bites his lip, and he looks down at you working your hand faster. His breathing quickens, and his hips start to buck, but you hold him down with your other hand. You want to make this last as long as possible. 

You can tell that he wants to moan your name so badly, and he appears to be fighting himself internally to be the obedient slut that you want.  

"Moan for me," you taunt him. 

Minho lets a low whimper as he enjoys your skillful stroke that he's thought about for weeks.

He's been dying for your soft and perfect touch against him. Feeling you connect with him like this is making his head spin. All while his roommate is in the other room. 

"Mmm.. sounds so good, baby. Do you want to come?" 

"Yess.. mistress." You can see the desire in Minho's eyes as he nods eagerly, desperate for release. 

His body is tense, and his breathing is heavy as he edges closer to the brink of ecstasy. 

You can feel his muscles tightening under your touch, and you know that he's close. 

"Y/n?" Changbin yells from the other room. 

"Yes?" you ask, but you don't stop stroking Minho. You want to finish the job. It's the least you can do. You can see how needy Minho is for your touch. 

"Baby, I gotta go to the studio. I swear they can't do shit without me." 

"Come," you lean over to Minho and whisper. You put your tongue in his ear as he comes all over your hand. 

"Lick," you tell him to clean it off, and he does it perfectly.

You toss the blanket over him and move to the other end of the couch as you hear Changbin's footsteps approaching from the different rear of the apartment. 

Changbin appears in the living room and grabs his keys off the wall. He comes over to you. "Can you wait for me?" Changbin asks. 

Changbin is starting deep in your eyes; you know he wants a taste of you like old times. 

"Of course. I'll be here."

"Perfect. Thanks again for the jacket. I'll see you soon," Changbin kisses you on the lips. He leaves out of the apartment. 

You stand up and grab your leash out of your bag. You put on Minho's collar around his neck. "You did really good, baby. He didn't suspect a thing. Let's go."

"Thank you, mistress."

Minho gets on his hands and knees. You walk him into his bedroom and close the door behind you. You lock the door just to be sure. 

You toss Minho onto the bed and stand over him. You want to do so much with him. But, those other things can happen another time. Right now, you only have time to fuck him. 

"You've been training, right?" you question him. The last thing you want is for him not to enjoy his first time. 

"Yes, mistress. I have my plug in now."

"Can I see?"

Minho removes his hoodie and then peels out of his cum-filled boxers. His body is perfect, and he turns around to show you he's indeed plugged. 

"So, do you want me to claim you?" 

"Yes, mistress." Minho nods. 

You can feel your own excitement growing as you take in the sight of him. 

You climb onto the bed and straddle him, running your hands over his chest and down to his hard dick. 

You kiss him deeply, feeling his hands grip your hips tightly. You break the kiss and move to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

As you go down to his chest, you take one of his nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before moving to the other. Minho moans loudly beneath you, urging you on. 

You continue down his body until you reach his plug, which is still firmly in place. You run a finger around it before slowly pulling it out, eliciting another moan from Minho. 

"Please, mistress. Fuck me."

"Gladly. Let's start with a finger, first."

You stand back and grab the lube off his dresser. You unzip your skirt to reveal you're already wearing your strap. He stares at you with his eyes widened at the sight of it. 

You apply the lube generously to your strap. You proceed to lube your fingers, so that you can feel him first. You tease his ass a bit with one finger. A cute moan escapes from his lips. You could listen to him moan all night like you've been for the last couple of weeks. 

"How does it feel?" You ask him. 

"Good.. I think I can take another."

You challenge his request and stick another finger inside of him. You move your fingers and lean down to kiss him. He looks so good sprawled out on his bed with a collar around his neck. 

You can feel his body tensing up as you continue to work him with your fingers. His moans are getting louder and more desperate, and you can tell he's close to the edge. 

"You are so naughty… about to come just from my fingers. I like this side of you."

You remove your fingers from him and pull his legs closer to you.

"Ready to be claimed?"

"Yessss." Minho whines out. 

You position yourself at his entrance and slide into him inch by inch. "Relax, baby. I got you."

You could easily go rough on him, but you consider yourself gentler than most. You start slow to get him used to having someone inside of him. 

As you continue to move in and out of him, you can feel his body start to respond. His muscles relax, and he begins to moan softly. You take this as a sign that he's ready for more, so you quickly pick up the pace.

Minho locks eyes with you, and shudders underneath as you set a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing him closer to the brink. He's writhing beneath you, completely at your mercy. You lean down and bite his neck as you pound into him relentlessly. 

You don't want anyone else on your strap, just him. 

 As you move in and out of him, Minho's moans fill the room. You can feel his body tense up as he approaches his release. You quicken your pace, knowing he's almost there.

"God, you're so beautiful like this. Taking all of me like a good little slut."

"Am I your slut?" Minho innocently asks. 

"Yes, all mine."

"This is all I ever wanted."

"Then come for me."

Leaning closer to Minho, you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he moans into your mouth as he comes. Minho's body shudders as he climaxes, his moans growing louder and more desperate. He comes hands-free just like you taught him to.

You pull out of him and lie next to him. You pull him into your arms. "You belong to me, Minny."

He nods, his breathing still heavy. "I belong to you," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. You smile, running your fingers through his hair as he catches his breath.

[fairyofjaeyun]

oral fixation + degrading ㋡

[1:31] now playing: heartbeat - isabel larosa

[a/n] another 10/10 skz reaction ! I swear stays request the best yet most freakiest shit and I love it

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—chan ✩

“there you go, bitch,” you murmur while grinding your hips against his tongue, holding down his wrists so he wouldn’t touch you. you let yourself moan when you feel the tip of his nose briefly rub your clit, making him moan against you. he eats you out with long strokes of his tongue as you start gripping his hair and squeezing your thighs on his face, which makes his hips buck into the cold air. you lean back and move your hands to hold down his hips, “nuh-uh, that pathetic dick of yours isn’t getting anything until I cum. I don’t care how long it takes.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—minho ✩

“come on, get it nice and wet for me,” you said to minho, forcefully grabbing his head and bringing it towards your strap. Minho’s mouth opens for you almost instinctively, letting his head relax so you could move it around as if he was your little rag doll. you don’t shy away from being rough, making him take all of your length immediately, holding him as gags. “that’s it, bitch. you always take me so well.” the mix of degradation and praise makes his head fuzzy and eyes water. he wraps his lips around you, only loosening his jaw to gag and cough when reflex kicked in. you laugh, your hips now fucking his face, “I love making my pretty bitch cry.” he whines and groans loudly before his body suddenly curves and jerks forward, an embarrassing amount of cum now seeping through his boxer shorts.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—changbin ✩

the view was perfect. you were sat against the headboard, looking down at changbin between your legs. his face deep in your pussy, leaving his fluffy hair out to grab whenever his tongue deliciously rubbed against your clit. his sculpted muscles along his back and shoulder contorting whenever you pulled his hair or squished your thighs against his face. “fuck, changbin, you’re so good,” you moan, “it’s like you were only made for eating pussy—just a pathetic slave for mommy.” changbin whines and grinds down on the mattress, using more force with his tongue. “oh, you like that?” you laugh through your moans, hissing when briefly sucks your clit. “of course you do, slave.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—hyunjin ✩

“look how filthy you are,” you spat, shoving the camera in hyunjin’s face as he sucked your strap. he moans against the toy, more drool dripping down the corners of his mouth. the harsh words towards him only made his eyelids heavier and his cock twitch more, encouraging him to bob his head faster. “you like it, don’t you? you like sucking mommy’s cock while you get treated like a whore.” his answer is a muffled hum against your strap and a weak nod, which looked absolutely gorgeous on camera.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—jisung ✩

his stroke were becoming sloppy. his focus turning towards your swollen nipple in his mouth, occasionally being distracted by your walls clenching around him, causing him to whine and push himself deeper inside you. “I knew you were too useless to top,” you said cruelly, your tone making him twitch inside you. “too bad you have such a nice cock and you don’t know how to use it.” jisung whines into your chest, starting to pitifully roll his hips. “uh-uh, don’t try now. I think you’re better off letting me do all the work.” you pulled him up by his hair, his mouth unlatching from your breast with some resistance, and you could now see all the spit that drenched his chin. “how pathetic.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—felix ✩

felix loves the way you torture him. he loves when you deprive him of full satisfaction, just giving him enough to turn into mush in your hands. he already has his mouth open and tongue out once he felt your teasing finger on his chin, looking at you with pleading eyes. his lips wrap around then delicately at first, letting you push towards the back of his tongue before sucking harshly at them. he instinctively closes his eyes and moans, running his tongue against you. “look at you, getting hard just from sucking my fingers like a worthless whore,” you say rather calmly, your other hand grazing his cheek. felix whimpers in an octave far from his everyday voice, sucking even harder and bucking his hips towards you.

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—seungmin ✩

he was lost in his own little world. his eyes shut closed and his face nuzzled into your chest as he sucked on your nipple. his other hand lazily groped and squeezed the other one. “such a horny puppy,” you chuckle, almost cooing when you see his eyes flutter over his droopy lids and a small moan is muffled by your breast. “is my bad dog in heat?” seungmin’s brain is too fuzzy to even answer you, too focused on the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. you laugh again, brushing your fingers through his soft hair, “my dumb puppy.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

—jeongin ✩

tears have already brimmed along his waterline as he tried to take all of your length. between the corners of his lips burning and his prostate being stimulated from the dildo he was sitting on, he couldn’t help but sob. “look at you. you get some dick up your ass and now you can’t even think straight,” you laughed at him and push his head down further on your strap, making him gag and whine. he softly puts his hands on your knees for support and looks up at you, silently asking for permission. you answer with a surprisingly soft touch to his cheek. “keep going, slut. you’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.”

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

@donghoonie-3 @femdomlieeh @sugar-petals @k-femdove @bookobsessedfreak @hello-stranger24 @lynanist @sobiood @yahaballa @imagine-this-motherfucker @enhypensunoostan

[joonlaksme]

October 1st

Lee Know x Somnophilia

Contains: gender neutral reader, dubcon, may be ooc

Word count: 1k+

Kinktober Masterlist

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You weren’t sure who could be asleep in this situation. You hadn’t expected Minho of all people to be rutting against your thigh at 5 in the morning.

It was off putting as you barely even knew the guy. Your best friend’s ex-boyfriend shouldn’t even be in your bed to begin with. Due to some poorly timed events, your best friend Seemay, had begged his drunk ass to sleep on your couch in your room. You were heavily against it at first. Absolutely not. What if he was some creep? She never told you why they broke up but still, they remained friends. Even putting that all aside, you asked her why he couldn’t stay in her room.

“You have a whole couch in your room!” She whines, grabbing your hands and pouting.

Seemay knew you couldn’t say no to her for long, only a pushover for her. It’s when she pulled out the puppy eyes that you gave in and said, “fine, but only for today!” She kissed your cheek and said that’s all she needed.

If you knew this was going to happen, you would have at least been more hesitant into saying yes.

Your legs are kept closed but that barely does much to quell the fire set in you. It’s not just the gyrating movements of his hips that are getting to you but also the small moans near your ear coming from behind you. It’s like his boner is directly wedged between your ass.

“Know?” You mumble, trying to get his attention. Although you aren’t opposed to him continuing, you’re not sure if this would be okay given the circumstances.

Instead, he worms his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. His body shuffles down so his crotch is firmly between your thighs at this point. Maybe you should pretend to be asleep and act like this never happened when you wake up a couple hours later. Instead, you crane your neck back in order to get a look at him and you see that his eyes are completely shut and the only thing off are his scrunched eyebrows and his slightly parted mouth.

Is he asleep?

You repeat his name but no reply. He just burrows his head between your shoulder blades, his hand making its way down your stomach and you hold his hand still before it can get down your underwear. For once, you had decided to wear pajama pants instead of sleeping in only your underwear but even that didn’t limit the contact. Of course you didn’t expect to be in this position.

A small noise emerges from your throat that you couldn’t catch in time and then he stiffens. He blinks sleepily and you turn your head before your eyes can meet. He mumbles your name and you reply with a, “yes…?”

Curses pour from his lips while he shuffles away from you until you stop the hand that is about to move from your stomach.

“You’re leaving?”

Your mouth betrays you and dries. What are you doing? Coaxing your best friend’s ex to cum between your thighs before the sun even comes up is definitely not on your bucket list.

“You want me to go.” He says more as a statement than a question.

“And leave me like this?”

Behind you is another curse. You expect him to leave by the fact that seconds have passed of quietness but the sound of your door shutting never comes. You really didn’t expect for Minho to show up in front of you, pulling your blankets up and over him but this time, facing you. His forehead presses to yours gently and he puts his hand on your hip before sliding it down to your thigh and pulling it over his own.

His body grinds into yours, this time with purpose. He sends a hesitant apology for his sleep humping earlier. It’s not very like him, he says.

Although you don’t kiss, you’re close enough to do so and instead he presses his lips on your shoulder and let’s out louder moans.

“Can I…” He chokes out as quietly as he gan, “Can I cum? Please?”

Truth be told, you hadn’t expected him to actually ask you. Some part of it was actually really cute. You thought he was only the type of guy to be cocky and say things only a smartass would say.

You start to move your hips against his, pulling his head away from your shoulder to nod. Now, the light of morning starts to shine through your windows, no need for his eyes to have to adjust to the dark.

“Agh…” His grip stiffens, blunt nails on your skin. It doesn’t hurt and some part of you actually quite likes it. He shakes on you, hair still in your grasp so he meets your eyes until the wave of his orgasm causes them to close shut. He grunts again and settles his hips down, leaning his head on your shoulder again.

This time his forehead is sweaty.

“Seemay is gonna kill me…” He sighs, pacing in your room moments later.

You’re tempted to ask why but you already know the answer. It was a bit odd, this situation. Well, more than odd, more like some type of betrayal. Seemay might kill you too.

“She doesn’t have to know…you know, about this. I think we were pretty quiet.” You mumble.

Minho stops moving and turns to look at you, one eyebrow up. “Don’t you tell her everything?”

You press a hand to your heart. “What she doesn’t know will make her stronger.”

Minho stares at you, expression deadpan. It’s quite the contrast from how he was a couple of minutes ago. But then it breaks and a corner of his mouth goes up into a smirk.

You find him back against you in the same position you had woken up in an hour ago. He’s got you close in his hold and you can smell hints of mint and chocolate on him.

“Let’s go back to sleep and I can help you out in let’s say…” He squints at your bedside digital clock, “2 hours from now.”

“I-what…huh?”

“Shhh, sleep.”

And you feel a smile on your back.

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[ipegchangbin]

— breed minho.

🏷️ sub!boypussy!minho, dom!male!reader. condom breaking (unprotected sex). creampie. breeding kink & pregnancy threats (as a kink).

playing it safe is always wise. the both of you trust each other with no shadow of a doubt that you’ll have enjoyable and safe sex. the love that you shared would never falter, even in bed.

so, when something goes wrong, it doesn’t turn out horribly for minho.

even putting the condom on your cock seemed to spur your boyfriend on, leaving his cunt soaking wet. perhaps it was the mere sight of your length or the fact that the rubber struggles to fit you every single time. you have to be the one to repeat “i’m fine” every single time you put it on, because shit, the damn thing always looks like it’s suffocating your cock.

it doesn’t take minho much to love you even through the rubber, though. he can still feel every inch of you inside him, feel how your veins pulse against his tight pussy’s walls. you two have always done it this way, safe and secure and deliciously sweet with the lovemaking. minho shies away just thinking about it, but he doesn’t escape your reassuring kisses to ground him back into the action.

thrust. minho’s body moves up with the bed as you push yourself down on his plush walls. thrust. your boyfriend’s eyes roll back as he lets out a pathetic, syrupy whine. thrust. your grunts sound like an angel’s song, a blessing to minho who always craves to listen to your voice since it simultaneously stimulates his ears and his poor little pussy. you thrust and thrust with no intention of stopping.

minho claws at your back, attempting to cage your hips in with his legs. he whines your name like a helpless mantra or a prayer, he isn’t sure and he can’t think. you thrust, you go faster, and minho’s cries escalate in pitch.

snap.

“huh?”

you stop your hips with a sudden pullout, examining the split condom on your swollen cock.

“n-no, put it back—” minho’s protests are cut off by your concerned huff.

“it broke. i’ll get a new one,” you suggest, before your boyfriend’s hands appear on your dick. he aligns it back to his pussy, not caring about the feeling of the ripped rubber on his hands.

“d-don’t care.” he pants and that’s when you notice how watery his eyes are. his pussy is extra wet, hole twitching with an ache to be filled by you again.

his orgasm is as ruined as the broken condom.

in reality, there’s nothing more that he craves than to be bred. he shoots you a knowing gaze with a severely contrasting pout. it’s similar to the look he has when you put the condom on; he’s hungry, yes, but always yearning for what seemed to be more.

and now, he’s pleading to have you raw. you smirk, teasing the boy by ripping the condom fully off your stiff cock.

you craved this moment as much as he did.

“aren’t you a hungry little boy?” your hips seem to move on their own, cock entering minho’s cunt all in one swift push at your last syllable.

“y/n!” minho almost screams. god, he’s so warm, his juicy walls hitting your cock directly. the wetness makes you slide in so easily that you only grow harder, but the velvety soft and tight feeling engulfs you with a warm comfort.

you both moan and pull each other impossibly closer. minho kisses you first, practically forcing his mouth onto you. you can’t help but smile into the kiss before pulling your hips back and slamming back in.

“i-it’s so good,” minho whimpers. “want y/n to…”

“…breed you?”

he whines loudly at that. his hands are firmly cemented on your back, nails leaving catlike scratches on your skin. he wants you, all of you, from your raw cock down to your cum.

“looks like someone’s needy.”

you lift your upper body, straightening your back and holding minho by his thighs. he unfortunately can’t cage you with his arms like this, leaving him cutely helpless. he attempts to hide his face at first before settling on clawing the sheets.

the thrusts that come after the readjusted position are unusually rough and fast. it’s ragged and you could do better but fuck, it feels too good to keep hitting minho’s sweet spots. one of your hands snakes down to his pussy. your thumb finds his clit and presses down, sending a thunderstorm of shocks down minho’s arched back.

it feels like hell for minho’s pussy. you could hear sinful squelches of his insides being corrupted by you over and over. you fill him up and then you don’t, your cock hitting past his sweet spot all up against his limit and it leaves minho wide-eyed in a cute shocked expression you’ve never seen before. it’s hell but it’s heaven, his juices telling you that he wants you and more.

you don’t know what overcomes you the second you open your mouth to speak.

“want me to knock you up so bad?”

he nods. then he whines and drools and whips his head from side to side as he tries to contain himself from an impending orgasm. he wants to make sure that you’ll be true to your word. “wanna get pregnant,” he cries out to you repeatedly.

he’s so fucking into it. he spills a bit of his cream right onto your cock, almost like he’s about to cum. he’s ready to breed. he wants to be bred. he yearns to be bred, especially by you.

it’s not much until a moment passes and you’re riled up yourself, going harder and faster as your thrusts alternate from bullet fast to whole. his cunt seems to cage you in, tightening even more, and the sensations of raw and unbothered touch leaves you both heaving, screaming, and—

“y/n!”

you cum deep inside minho’s pussy. minho creams on your cock.

you both still in place, groaning out your next breaths before pulling each other into a close hug and kiss.

exhausted, you almost collapse on top of minho, but your arms catch you. your boyfriend chuckles lightly but hums after. you look up at him and press a hand down on him abdomen, making him whine and feel the head of your cock pushing against his limit.

“liked that?”

minho smiles. “loved it. we should do that more often.”

he doesn’t mind if you’ll get him knocked up for sure. he trusts you. if he doesn’t, that’s fine too. you both laugh at the sight of the discarded remains of the broken condom in the trash.

at least he’s safe with you.

[jilixthinker]

=͟͟͞♡ lee know × fem!reader

=͟͟͞♡ throat training (hard thought)

Throat training with Minho, first pushing just you index into his soft mouth, pinching his tongue and twirling the soft muscle beween your fingers, patting the inside of his cheeks until his eyes are watering and his bunny teeth gently scratch your pads.

Next time he asks for your middle finger too because the pressure is too nice, and the way you treat his mouth like it was his pussy makes his brain all mushy and floaty. So you indulge him, you always do, and you make him lay on your lap, face up, sliding two fingers inside his plush lips, caressing the base of his tongue and trying to thrust them a little bit, stopping just when he is gagging because you don't want to hurt him.

Then, he is asking for three.

Then, "Uhm... mommy, can we try something bigger?"

And now you have him here, all splayed in your bed, squelching noises of saliva mixed with moans and gagging sounds while you thrust one of your smallest dildos into the heath of his pretty throat, and Minho taking it all, slurping and bubbling around it. His eyes closed and mouth obscenely open, while the plastic material goes in and out, in and out, then all in and stays there for a few seconds.

Minho blinks away a few tears and you pat the bulge on his neck, making him squirm below you.

"Pretty kitty. Next time you'll gag on my strap, okay? I'll stretch you until you can take it."

[sugarmelin]

May I help you?

Pairing: Skz x reader

Warning: sub!skz, dom!reader, smut, some aftercare, some fluff

Summary: sub!skz headcanons?... kinda in bed.

minors do not interact

Chan

- Chan works hard, and he deserves every love and care in the world and you will show him in the bed.

- Pillow Prince number #1

Kissing his body so tenderly, praising him after every kiss, while he breathe heavily. He may have a tough image but his my your baby~

- he always want to be your good boy! How sweet of him~ When you let him have a taste of you, he will eat you like he haven't eat for months! He will ask "am I doing it right?"or "I'm your good boy right?"

- When he works at home, make him sit on you but with a butt plug vibrator in his ass and guess what? You have the remote~

When you put the vibrator on the highest setting, He's trying so hard to be a good boy for you and don't cum while you kiss his neck and give little love bites, your left hand going under his pants and boxers, playing with his sensitive balls. But unfortunately after a few minutes, he cum with a loud moan in his pants and now he needs to face the punishment.

- Letting out little "I'm sorry! I'm sorry-" while starting to cry because he wanted to be a good boy for you :(

Lee know

Ah, my sweet little brat Minho ~... At first he will act all cocky and dominant, you have to remainder him who's in charge.

When you grab his wrists with one hand and pin them above his head, the other hand slowly goes up and down on his abdomen. kissing his soft spots oh so gently, edging him for how many times he teased you that day, he will melt.

But when you're finally fucking him, his still trying to tease you but not for long. "Is t-that AH all y-you got-t?! Agh! O-OH YES J-JUST LIKE THAT-" he couldn't even talk when you go harder on him, hitting the right fucking spot, making his eyes roll back. At these times he will make delicious sounds and call your name, making you go even faster that makes him almost scream and moan louder to let anyone know how good you fucking him, making them jealous to be in his position and he will smirk at the thought while still moaning.

He will want you to mark him so everyone knows who he belongs to, and will proudly show them off~

If your fucking him doggy style, put a mirror in front of him so he can see how he's being ruined by you, looking at you with overstimulating eyes in the mirror. Definitely slap my sluty kitty's ass Hard that he goes forward from how hard it was, making him moan out so loud.

He loves aftercare, he will whine when he loses connection with your body when you go to prepare a nice bath for yourselves. When you're finished and went to pick him up bridal style, his head is on your shoulder, maybe giving some little kisses to your neck or shoulder while you take him to the bathroom <3

Changbin

- You better praise my little mochi...

He literally lives in the gym, working on and on for his body. compliment his muscles and how good they look, he will smile while starting to flex his arms for you to hear more praise from you :>

He loves to sit on your lap, burying his face into your neck and inhaling your scent while you crass his thigh. if you got near his crotch and give some attention to it, he will let out whimpers into your neck.

- Before Making him ride you in reverse cowgirl position, stretch his little hole a little with your fingers that were wet because of him sucking on it, paying a good attention to his sweet spot~

Watch him suck you off while trying to get the all of the strap-on in his mouth, but suddenly you grab his hair and fuck his face. He will gagg around it while tears run down his face before looking up at you with big eyes and let out a muffled moan, enjoying it.

Put bunny ears on his head and call him your sluty bunny and only yours.

He's a greedy bunny, he doesn't want to share you with anyone!

- He will beg pathetically to mark him all over his body, then the day after when he look at himself in the mirror, admiring all the marks

- In aftercare, he will cling to you and wouldn't let you go ! If you want to get up, he will cry and say that don't leave him here because he doesn't want to be alone !

He wants you right NOW nothing else !!!

Hyunjin

Pillow Prince number #2

He can't cum if you're not with him :<

My poor little baby is so used to you doing all the work, he doesn't know what to do without you! He will call you where ever you are, sniffing when you pick up the call and immediately asking him what's wrong while he answers with a whiney tone that he can't cum and he needs you. When you go to his house and knock on his door, he will rush to the door opening it wildly.

When you look at him, he's wearing an oversized purple t-shirt that comes to his thighs, covering his hard cock and his hair in a messy bun, his eyes sparkle like stars when he saw you.

He will hug you so tightly, whispering 'please help me' while leaving small kisses on your neck dry humping your leg that you let that slide this time

Make him cum, but don't stop, Milk him till he has nothing left as punishment for breaking the rule~ OR while doing that, put a mirror in front of him and have him sit between your legs, his back against your chest as you still jerk him off from the start.

He's whining and moaning so loud for being overstimulated, begging for you to stop but his hips are rolling into your fist.

And I'm going to put this for another time

Han

Ah, my babygirl~ Pillow Prince number #3 He doesn't want to lift a finger, He wants you to do all the work and you will gladly do it.

Make him ride you while your fingers are digging into his skin, definitely leaving marks behind and guiding his hips.

- He's literally your fuck toy.

His little cute hiccups after his orgasm :) Putting a wiggle motion vibrator in his ass AND teasing his tip with another vibrator While he's moaning out so loud. Baby girl is vocal~

- Jisung with his anime thighs in mini skirt & thigh high :))

When you come home from work, all tired and want to cuddle with your babygirl. Jisung come and greets you at the door like usual and saw how tired you were, so after you go change and sit on the sofa, Jisung rans to your shard bedroom and put on his favorite tank top and tiny skirt that barely covers anything.

You eyes were close when jisung walk into the living room. He walked towards you and set down on your lap, when you open your eyes and look at what his wearing, he would kiss you on the cheek and ask you if you like it or not!

- Oh ! And he loves your tits, always want to see them !!

Felix

My cute little omega kitty <3 Putting vibrators on his sensitive nipples and balls, while he's in a pink cute skirt with white cat ears and a tail butt plug, nothing else. sighs

Fucking Felix in a cat maid outfit while wearing cat paw gloves and his hands are in paw-like position. He already cum three times and his in a overstimulating pleasure, his voice turned high pitch after his first orgasm.

His legs are on your shoulders while fucking him deep, hitting the right spot. Making him burn with pleasure even more. If you my little babies want me to make this order, tell me.

My My~, did you ever heard my kitten's moans? They are so adorable and sweet, gently teasing his tip while he let out soft whines, little begs 'please please- fuck! Please' Wants to be a brat so you punish him, But also wants to be a good boy for you.

Whisper sweet nothing while choking him, playing with that band of his panties AND a butt plug vibrator in his ass. My little kitty will cum so hard <3

Seungmin

- So everyone... do you see my puppy here? He's a sucker for head pats. But he doesn't admit it out loud.

He trys so hard not to react when you whisper in his ear, calling him "good puppy" while playing with his tip.

You tease him a little with kissing his neck~ He tells you to stop but doesn't do any attempt, you hand goes down to give his ball a squeeze while he let out a cute whimper.

- He will look up at you with curious eyes, wanting to know what will you do to him

He will get cockdumb fast while letting out whimpers like a little puppy in a heat, finely getting what he wants~ He can't even talk from how good your fucking him, he can't answer you properly.

- The high pitch whines and whimpers.

He doesn't really moan BUT he will moan out so loud when you start hitting his sweet spot over and over again, moaning over and over again :)

I.N

Another little cutie who has a tough image, but is just a baby~

He will quietly whimper when you look at him with lustful eyes

- kiss him all over his face, he will giggle :> My baby is kind awkward sometimes, so you need to help him with everything.

He will dress up pretty if he wants extra attention, but everytime you told him if he wants attention he can say it, he know he will have your full attention from a tug on you shirt while he's looking at you big adorable eyes

- Make him wear a butt plug all day when he's at work and when he comes home to you, he's begging you to fuck him already ~

Tell him film himself, pulling out the plug from himself. He blushed when he read the message from you ! When he’s at rest room, he locks the door before finding a perfect angle to record himself.

- he let out cute whines and whimpers, his eyes squeeze shut while slowly pulling it out...

Waiting a little while panting softly a few seconds, Before pushing it back in himself, letting out a loud moan for being stretched out again :)

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It took longer that I thought it would be, like & reblog are appreciated and tell me how you think sweetcheeks~

Don't forget to eat, drink water, love and take care of yourself and body ! (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ~~♡

Hope you enjoyed !

See you next time~

[meatiey]

Kinktober day 3 : leeknow cock worship

Sub lino x dom male reader

Little dic Minho 😋

Headcannon. Short and simple

Lino and cock worship go so well. Just imagining you touching his tip while calling his little dick so adorable and cute.

Sucking his tip while he moans and whimpers your touch<33

He cums straight into your mouth without warning. He just can't help it :(

Overstimulate him so much until he can't even speak. Twitching like crazy.

I'm going insane holy fuck.

This was very short but ohhh welllll

[imrllytootiredforthis]

Pretty~

Pairing: Lee know x Felix x reader

Summary: You and Lix punish Lino for playing with what wasn’t his

Warnings: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!lee know, slight switch!felix (mostly sub), mommy kink, pegging, oral (m recieving), handjob, choking, praise kink, degradation, slight objectification, cum eating, ropeplay, probably more that i missed

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: Straight porn, literally no plot. 18+ minors DNI. 

“Doesn’t he look so pretty kitten?” Felix whimpers, your warm breath tickling his ear and the side of his face. “Such a pretty little thing to defile and use just like a toy.”

He gulps loudly, shifting in place in an attempt the hide his growing hard-on. 

“Isn’t that right, Lix?”

Your hand snakes around waist, slipping under the loose shirt he wears, pressing cold fingers against beating heart. 

It thumps erratically at your touch, skipping as you close more of the distance between your bodies, pressing your chest up against his back. “Yeah,” He breathes, biting back a moan. “Looks so pretty, mommy.”

“Yeah.” You affirm, almost teasingly.

A chill runs through his body as your hand rubs lower on stomach, gliding between the dips of his abs and sliding lower to the waistband of his pants. “Mommy, will I get to play with him today?” 

A small smile slips across your face. “Maybe kitten. That depends on how good you are.” Icy touches slip just a bit lower, palming him over his sweats, leaving just enough pressure there for him to take a sharp breath, letting his eyes slip shut.

And then you’re gone and his eyes fly open.

You lean over towards the other boy, tied up in red ropes, accenting his skin in a contrast that nearly has you groaning from just a simple look. “And it depends how good Minnie decides to be.”

“What do you think about that Minnie?” You brush his hair back as holds back a whine, trying to appear cool and composed. “Want Lixie to use you? Want Lixie to turn you into nothing more than a cheap slut?”

He pushes against the ropes, straining as if that might make them disappear or heaven forbid-break them. “If that means things are actually gonna get good. Right now it seems like you’re all bark, no bite” He groans, cockily albeit weakly.

Eyeing the way his cock twitches, you smile at him, “Really?” You brush your hands down his bare body, leaving goosebumps in your wake. “Is that really how you feel, bunny?” 

The steel in your tone has him recoiling, backtracking his words, unsure. “I-i mean...”

Your voice drops to a whisper, leaning in to whisper it almost conspiratorially into his ear. “Just answer the question. Yes or no?”

He shakes his head. “No.” But the tone betrays the words, coming out almost a squeak.

This only further extends your amusement, fingers gliding along the edge of his jaw. “Really?” You repeat that godforsaken word once more, aggravating him further, testing how far you can push him. “You see, I could’ve sworn that you wanted this. You must’ve known what doing that would get you.” He shakes his head trying to deny it. “Remind me again-what you did bunny?”

He gives no reply, pausing his struggle to look away in embarrassment. “I didn’t do anything.” He mumbles and you roll your eyes, shaking your head at his theatrics.

He grunts again, struggling in a way that’s all show, no try. “Lix, kitten?” You call. Your sweet boy hums behind you, coming when called like the good little kitty he is. 

“Yes mommy?”

With a sigh you turn to him, smile widening at the way his eyes somehow look up at you despite being basically the same height as him. “You’re my good boy, right?”

He nods quickly, melting into your soft touch as you run your thumb over his face. Starting at his temple, down his cheekbone, across the dusting of freckles and over his lips, pulling away just as his mouth falls open. 

He whines but the noise quickly cuts off at the sharp warning look in your eye and turns into a sigh as you push him onto an empty spot on the bed, legs opening in wait of whatever touch you would decide to gift him with. 

From the corner of your eye you see Minho pause, just for a second in pure need. Pure and unfiltered lust to be in the place that Felix is now.

“Yeah, kitten.” You speak, voice a rasp. “Such a good boy for me.” He bites his lip, entranced in you; by your voice and your touch and your scent and your presence; so utterly intoxicating. “Can my good boy remind me what the naughty bunny did to earn him his punishment?”

You glance to Minho, finding him looking right back at you, desperation and competition glittering in his gaze.

Two sides rivalling in what he wants more. 

To listen to you, be broken down and given pleasure, be used as nothing more than a toy and be spoken to like one, just the way he likes. 

Or to listen to his pride, continue to behave like this-like he doesn’t want whatever you’re planning to do. Be denied over and over until finally, he’d give into you.

Really, it was just a waiting game.

And it didn’t help that your patience was wearing thin.

You look back down to Felix, who’s glancing over to his tied up hyung as well. “W-well, Minnie...”

“Yes, what did Minnie do?” You prompt, guiding his face back to look at you, he whines under the gaze, thrusting up into empty air.

“Minnie t-touched me without your per-permission.” His cheeks flooded with colour, in embarrassment or perhaps in shame of his previous actions, fidgeting with his hands and working his bottom lip with his teeth.

You nod, fake sympathy playing on your face. “Yeah. The naughty little bunny tried to play with what was mine, didn’t he?”

Now that the initial words came out, it was a spew, voice growing in pitch as the flow of Minho’s crimes came to the light. 

“Y-yeah! Was just cleaning up! Being a good boy for you, mommy!” You nod, biting back a smile at how adorable he was, a comical pout and flying hands as he grew more and more distressed. 

“A-and then Minnie! Minnie came out and said he wanted to play! Lix sa-said no! Lix said no mommy!”

You cradled his face in your arms, “Shh, shh, it’s okay kitten, you’re not in trouble.” You coo, watching over his shoulder at the way the boy in question turned redder and redder at the confession. 

“B-but then! Then Min started to play with me! Lix wanted to be good for mommy, tried so hard! Just felt so good mommy! Lixie’s sorry, so sorry!”

His hands gripped onto your hips, holding them for dear life as he apologized, trying to pull you closer to him.

But if you were being honest, you didn’t really care about what Felix had done. 

99% of the time he was an obedient thing. A good boy down to his very being, through and through, doing anything he possibly could to make you happy. 

The only time he ever disobeyed your rules was when Minho pulled him into something, which very rarely he successfully managed to. Even then though, just seeing you look at him with disappointment in your eyes was enough punishment to make the poor thing even start crying at times.

Your sweet little thing.

The one that got your nicer side. Sweet and comforting, cooing and doting. Kind words and even kinder praises, filled with love and velvety touches.

Minho however, Minho was an entirely different story. 

He loved to push buttons and loved to pull Felix into his ploys, coercing the younger boy into them as well when he can. He loved to piss you off and loved the punishment that would come after that.

Oh, how he loved it when you were cruel. Venom leaking into every word, he loved it-craved it. How you looked down at him like he was nothing. How you’d call him a toy and a slut and every other depraved word your twisted mind could come up with. 

You could be nice or you could be cruel.

And it seemed that tonight you’d need to be both for them.

You brushed Felix’s hair back with a warm look in your eye. “It’s okay baby, shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”

He looks up at you with big sad eyes and you smile sweetly. “Really?”

“Of course kitten. I am, however, upset at bunny here.” Your attention turns to him for a brief moment. “What do you think his punishment should be, baby? For breaking my rules and making me angry?”

He looks at Minho, then back at you and you can see the answer forming in his mind before he leans up to you, whispering so that only you can hear his words.

Your smirk grows, nodding along and he pulls away, looking up at you as you work the plan over in your head. 

“What?” Your tone is scandalized, speaking as if you weren’t laughing inside. 

“Lixie, since when did you become such a filthy little thing?” Pushing him back to lay onto the bed, embarrassment crawls up his neck at your patronizing tone. “Disgusting,” you murmur, crawling on top of him, legs on either side of his slim waist. 

“Gross.” A raspy comment thats only reply is a moan as you place two of your fingers under his chin, making him look at you, attention falling across his unmarked neck, a smooth canvas of pale skin and scattered freckles. 

Your lips find their way up his collarbone, tracing the dots with your tongue and teeth, biting, sucking, marking. Smirking as his breathy whines become apparent, loud and clear in the silence.

Felix blushes, head falling back to give you more access, mouth falling wide open. 

“Sinful.” It was all too much and all too little as you pulled the waistband down, just low enough for his cock to spring out before swiping your thumb over his tip. 

He threw his head back, a loud, unrestricted moan reverberating deep in his throat. “So mean.” Your hand forces his chin, prying his mouth open to slip your middle and pointer finger as he’s forced to look at Minho. “You think he can take that? The poor little slut, just wants to be fucked dumb but don’t you think it’ll be too much for him?”

His moan is garbled as are the words that follow after it. “Mi-minnie can take it.” His words are determined as his eyes grow unfocused, a faraway look clouding them, drool dripping down his jaw, coating your hand in his saliva. 

His tongue swirls around your fingers, lapping at them all while trying to gasp for air around them, eyes falling shut. 

“Oh can he now?”

Your words. Your touches, burning, scorching his skin, heating his body up from head to toe. 

He so sensitive it hurts. 

Every sound. Your pants, heaving air into your lungs between intervals of kisses, the sound of your tongue working against him, the feel of it, warm and wet, right in the places that you know will turn him on so much. 

The feel of your hand, gripping him, using the leaking pre-cum, already a mess and leaking through his pants as lube. The other gripping his jaw tightly, pressing down on the muscle as he tries to pull it deeper, trying to pull you closer to him.

His cock is so hard, leaking and throbbing from your touch, from Minho’s earlier touch. Fuck, he wants to come so bad he’s afraid he might actually come in no time.

Humiliation runs cold down his spine but he likes it. He’s already so hard. He’s already so close. So close and you’ve done practically nothing. You just started touching his cock, it’s been less than a minute and he feels as if he could cum from this alone.

From you lightly stroking his dick. From your lips on his neck and your fingers in his throat.

He’s only vaguely aware that Minho is still in the room. 

But when he opens his eyes they meet his. Wide and wanting now that you’re distracted with something else. Fixating intently on you-your hands, your mouth.

“So you’re just gonna make me watch?” He sneers, voice slightly shaking in a way that makes him cringe. 

But it’s okay because it seems that neither you nor Felix seem to notice-in fact neither of you even seem to register that he had spoken. 

He doesn’t know if that’s better or worse than you looking over him with a sadistic smile and condescending eyes, telling him to simply shut up as if he were a toddler having a tantrum.

And he almost wishes that that was the case as the both of you continue, Felix moaning out high, whiny noises while you groan into his neck. Your hand still works against him, gaining in speed, faster and faster. 

“This d-doesn’t seem like much of a punishment at a-ll.”

No response, just the lewd, wet noises filling the room, running straight to his cock as he bucks into the air, letting out a sob of frustration at the inevitable unsatisfaction at the motion.

“C-c’mon, you-you aren’t even trying~” He whines, once again straining against the ropes, whimpering. “You th-think that this is even doing anything-”

“S-shut up, slut.”

To his surprise, it’s not you who says the harsh words that make him shudder, full-bodied, falling rigid, a moan spilling out from deep in his chest. 

It’s Felix.

Felix who looks at him, pupils blown wide and mouth fallen open, heaving small pants alongside cute little whines.

Felix who’s always been soft and pliable. Submissive even to Minho.

Felix who’s never ever said anything remotely mean, much less degraded him before, but now that he has, Minho can’t help the effects that it’s having on his body.

You chuckle, pulling away with a contented sigh to look at the boy beside you. “Oh, that work you up bunny?” You reach over, hands leaving Felix with a whimper. “Lixie here degrading you?”

His head’s gone foggy, dazed and he can barely register your hand cupping his cheek with a wet hand until he’s melting into the touch, shoving his face further into the contact, desperate for any form of touch at this point. “Yes.”

At the confession you bite your lip, opposite hand trailing down, admiring the art of the ropes against his skin. They’re tight, tight enough to leave slight marks, to let him feel them, squeezing, pressing down into his skin in the most maddening ways. 

They’re not tight enough to do any real damage. Just tight enough that tomorrow he’ll look in the mirror, fingers tracing tender red skin, moaning at the sensitivity of pressing down on them.

Finally you begin to circle his buds, already hardened into peaks. “You love it when I tell you how much of a slut you are, corrupting sweet little Lixie until he says it too.”

At his name, he begins to paw at your hips, begging for your attention once more. “Mommy~” When you don’t react his hands slip up your shirt, travelling to your boobs. “Mommy, pay attention to me.”

But still, you continue to play with Minho. 

He makes no reaction at your motions, biting down on his lip hard as to not let a single noise out. “C’mon Minnie, let mommy hear your pretty noises.” You coo, tracing your nails around his pretty pink nipples, before coming to pinching them, twisting them between your fingers.

“Mommy, Lix can make pretty noises for you, Lix will let you hear him.” He whimpers, fiddling with the clasp in a second of struggle before slipping off your bra.

Your mouth replaces your fingers on his chest, latching around one of his hardened nipples, nipping on it lightly with your teeth before sucking, coaxing and encouraging him to let you hear the noises ready on his tongue. 

Yet he continues to be stubborn. All that can be heard is his heavy breathing as his hands move in an effort to grip your hair, the ropes restricting him so all he can do is clench them fisting around nothing so hard his knuckles turn white.

Felix throws your bra somewhere forgotten on the floor and begins to grope at your body, maneuvering to shove your shirt up for access to your chest. “Please mommy,” He tries once more in a pitiful whine, grinding your hips down onto him before licking up from navel to clavicle.

“Please,” He begs, plush lips sucking a mark onto your cleavage, groping at your boobs just the way you taught him to. You let out a deep moan, the sound vibrating through you and straight to where you’re connected to Minho and finally-finally his exterior breaks. 

He moans and that’s just the beginning. His hips jump wildly off the bed, back lifting in a vain attempt to arch, head falling back as a spew of curses and broken whines tumble out of his red, bitten lips.

You pull away from him with a wet pop and a satisfied smirk, continuing with your fingers, the area now wet with your spit.

And at last, you refocus your attention back on Felix. 

“Been such a good boy for me, Lix.” You groan, his hands warm and soft against your skin, cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly, whining at the way your hips rolled down onto his. 

Soon he began to gain confidence in the movements, growing slightly rougher and less gentle, pinching and rolling your hard buds between his fingers, ripping a hiss from you.

“Such a good boy, mommy thinks you deserve a reward. Want a reward kitten?”

He nods but his attention isn’t fully on you until you’re gripping his wrists, breaking the fixation. 

“Want to play with Minnie?”

His eyes grow wide at the prospect, pink tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “Can I?” He asks with an airy lilt, looking over to him.

“Yeah baby, you can. Take off your clothes and do me a favour and go mommy’s strap.”

He pounces off the bed in a scrambled rush to carry out the order and you have to bite back a smile before turning your attention back to the one left behind. “What do you think of that? Want us to play with you bunny?”

He shivers when your hands ghosts over his dick, nail trailing down a vein, moaning unabashedly. “Yeah, you like the idea of that huh?”

He slowly nods and you test the ropes, slipping a finger under one on his inner thigh, relishing in the groan he emits. “Gonna have take all these off though.” You pout in faux disappointment. “Look so pretty with them on, but with what Lix has planned for you, well we’re gonna need a little more...access.”

You reach over to the bedside table as Felix comes up behind you, bare and with the harness in hand. You pick up the pair of scissors you had set there earlier. “So we’re just gonna cut them off of you.”

His heart races faster and his hands grow sweaty, in lust or in nerves he can’t tell as you snip the scissors once, a metallic sound that sends goosebumps down his spine.

“Just stay still for me, okay? Yeah.”

And like that, the cruel facade is gone. Concentration is set across your face and he wonders at how fast you switch between the two masks.

The one that loves to torture him, make him moan and calls him filthy names; and the one that loves to hold him, praise him, whispers to him sweetly and makes him feel safe.

You’re carefully sliding the scissors under the rope, slowly, and tenderly, checking in on him whenever he shivers from the cool feel of it against his feverish skin.

It takes less than half a minute, only a few necessary strands having to be cut to have the whole thing falling apart, but it feels as if its longer.

Every time he trembles. 

Tensing at each new spot, as the sharp point of them grazes his skin before slipping under the knots. Relaxing when your eyes meet his, pausing the movements to reassure him before continuing, dropping your hard exterior for the moment to take extra care for this.

If anything, it makes him all the harder. The intimacy of it. The trust in you he has, the trust of the blade, despite only being scissors pressing nearly into his skin to get under the cords. The coax of your voice, calming and comforting that it even has Lix, not even under your ministrations falling deeper until he’s whining and you’re fixing him with a glare, telling him to stop distracting you.

And when you’re done, he’s throbbing, fully hard as you pull the ropes out from around and under his body, lifting his limbs gently for better access. 

He knows both you and Felix can tell, shame running down his spine at the quip clearly seen on Lix’s lips, a scolding from you the only thing holding it from being released. 

A hot tension fills the room, he swears the heaters have been turned up as you tell Felix to put the harness on you and he does, dropping to his knees for what he calls better ‘access’.

He feels like mush, melted into the mattress. He doesn’t feel like he can get up or even move until you place a hand under his chin, encouraging him to look up at you. “You done for now or do you still wanna continue?”

You give him a minute to fully contemplate the choice before he’s slowly nodding, glowing in the warm smile you give him. “You sure bun? It’s okay if you need a break.”

You place a hand on his cheek and he nuzzles against it. ”M’ sure. Wanna keep going.”

“Okay then.” And the facade is back up. You’re digging your nails into his jaw, dragging a low groan from him. “Lixie, you wanna prepare me or do you want Minnie here too?”

He doesn’t say anything. He feels clumsy, giddy, like he can’t fully control his body like he normally would. But the answer is obvious as he drops onto the floor.

The hardwood is uncomfortable against his knees, hardly cushioning but it’s the very last thing on his mind at the moment. 

Because the way you smile down at him, towering over him with a malicious aura has him drooling, nearly vibrating in excitement. 

You tap the dildo against his pretty pink lips, patiently waiting with a wicked gleam in your eye as he opens his mouth, eyes falling shut and tongue lolling out with an exaggerated flourish for your own benefit.

“Aw, so cute.” You whisper, giving him no time to reply as take the roots of his hair in hand, clenching it in a grip as you swiftly shove it into his mouth. 

It’s girthy with fake but realistic veins to match. He struggles to wrap his lips around the whole thing. But the poor thing’s trying, putting in his best efforts and the sight is such an arousing visual, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter from simply watching.

He’s never done this before and that only heightens the experience. 

He’s watched it countless of times when you’ve forced Minho to his knees, but Felix himself has never been subjected to such a treatment before. 

Never asked to is more like it. He remembers, early of the three of your’s relationship, you preparing the strap and right before you began to lube it up. 

He clearly recalls the blush across his face as Minho in all of his tough front turning red and shyly asking if he could prepare it for you.

And clearly, oh so clearly, he could remember the sadistic smirk that crossed your face as you agreed-or wait-was he just getting that confused with now as you looked down at him, beginning to get impatient with the way he was oh so obviously struggling to take the whole thing. 

So impatient that you decide to help him out, using the leverage you have with the grip in his hair to finish it with one quick push, all the way in, nudging against the back of his throat.

He gags around it, tears welling up in his eyes. “What do you think, kitten? You enjoying this?” Giving an experimental thrust he can’t help but moan. 

You turn to Minho who is trying his very best to not touch himself, trying not to make you angrier than you already are at him. “What do you think, Minnie? Doesn’t he look so good gagging on my cock, maybe prettier than you are~”

“N-no!” He pouts at the quip but watches on with a lust-filled interest. “Look at him, Lix can barely take it all in! M’ so much better at it than he is!” You let him go and he gasps for air, leaving just the tip in his mouth for just a moment before giving another experimental thrust.

His hands fly to the back of your thighs, gripping them and using them to push it in harder and harder, quicker and quicker, lodging the strap deep into the back of his throat. “Oh but look, he’s doing so good, aren’t you Lix?” 

He holds himself there for a moment, moaning around it at the compliment, at the feel of it so deep down his throat. “I don’t remember you being this good your first time Min.” You tease, brushing a finger over the slight bulge on his neck, biting your lip. “Look how good he’s taking it, like he was made for it.” You purr, finally pulling all the way out. 

He splutters, coughing and trying to collect himself, slightly wheezing and sniffling, tears running freely down his cheeks. But finally he looks back up at you, mouth falling open, ready for you to go again.

But you don’t, instead you push his chin up. “Ready?”

He nods, jumping up off the floor and ungracefully onto the bed, sliding up to the headboard. You laugh at his eagerness. “Flip over now Min.”

Minho bobs his head, impatient after such a show and flips over onto his stomach, uncoordinatedly lifting himself onto his hands and knees and spreading them just the way you always tell him to. 

“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna suck on Lixie’s cock while I fuck you from behind,” You lean over his back, thumbing over his hole. “Can you do that for me, or you still too dumb to follow orders correctly?”

His breathing grows heavier, your voice along with the way Felix sits in front of him, legs spreading to show him his dick, all red and hard, leaking pre. He wants to reply, tries to, but all that can come out is a pitiful whine.

“Oh, that’s okay bunny, just open your mouth like a good toy and Lix will do the rest, won’t you baby?”

“Yes mommy!” He replies, chipper in his reply as always, putting a hand on the back of Minho’s head, threading his fingers into his hair.

Slowly, you push into him, watching as his hole gives and adjusts to girth and length of the strap, already all lubed up with Lix’s spit. 

It’s so mind boggling hot. The view, the sounds. Listening as he whines brokenly, hips stuttering, brain scrambling trying to figure out whether he should push back into you or pull away.

You put a single hand onto his shoulder, pressing him back into you, feasting on the way he slides, pulling, swallowing the strap until the full length in deep inside of him and he’s moaning loudly, arms already wobbling where they’re holding him up on the bed.

You bring a hand forward, squeezing the boy’s jaw until he opens, slipping two fingers in to wet them before pulling away. 

“Go ahead, baby.”

It’s so fucking hot. All heavy panting and husky moans as Felix lines his cock up with hyung’s mouth, pushing in slowly. “C’mon baby, remember what he did earlier?”

You watch with a bated breath and pulsing ache as he gasps, slightly arching from what you assume is Minho’s tongue swirling around his tip and you wonder if he’s moving slowly truly for Minho’s sake or for his own and how sensitive he is.

“Remember Lixie? This is his punishment. His punishment for playing with my things without asking for permission. No need to be gentle with him.” At your words, Felix groans. “C’mon, kitten.” And finally he’s letting out a helpless whimper and suddenly, with no preamble using Minho’s hair to shove himself all the way down his throat, moaning out loudly as he bottoms out in his throat. 

His mouth is so tight and warm and wet. It drives him utterly insane, his hips thrusting erratically, mewling out in pleasure. “Mommy-mommy please, w-wanna kiss, please.”

You smile at your sweet boy, leaning over Minho’s back to press a quick kiss to his lips, unintentionally but not ungratefully pressing the tip of the fake cock right into his prostate.

Minho’s eyes widen, moaning around the cock sheathed down his throat, in turn having Felix moan against your lips, hand frantically searching for anything to find purchase on, finally landing on your shoulders, holding you in place against him as you desperately lick into his mouth.

Wet, lewd sounds of skin-on-skin echo around the room as you rock your hips into him, jostling him higher on the bed, farther onto Felix’s thrusting hips until you fall into a rhythm.

And poor Lix feels dizzy with pleasure, hips moving at their own will. Your tongue in his mouth, Minho moaning below him, choking and gagging on his dick, moving at his own pace without so much of his junior even having to guide him anymore. 

“Y-yes-please.” He whispers in a cry, the words immediately swallowed into your mouth, before you’re pulling away and he’s whining from the loss as you focus your efforts back onto rolling your hips into the boy below you.

“Harder, please, harder,” Minho whines, pulling off of him just for a second to say the words. Then you’re shoving his head back down, brushing Lix’s hand aside, replacing it with your own to control his movements. 

 He arches his hips, encouraging you to fuck him harder, deeper. And you do with more fervour, slamming his hips against the swell of his ass. “Toys don’t talk bunny. Just keep being a good little toy and maybe I’ll let you come.”

The noises in the room are so lewd, so disgusting. Wet smacking of your thrusts as Minho begins lifting his hips, meeting your own to let them collide harder, repeatedly slamming into that spot deep inside of him over and of Felix’s thrusts, his whines, so wanton and needy.

“P-please, hnng, m-mommy, need-need to cum so bad! Can I cum? Please, please, p-please!”

You grip Minho’s hair, pulling up, ignoring Felix’s whine as he brings his hand to keep the stimulation he so desperately needs. Drool and tears drip down his face, falling onto the sheets into a messy puddle. “What do you think bunny? Want Lixie to come on your face or in your mouth?”

He’s moaning loudly, not responding in anything but a whimper when you stop moving. “Asked you a question.” You pull him harder, his back arching up as your other hand falls on his throat, no pressure yet, just resting there. “And I don’t like repeating myself.”

“Wan-want Lixie t-to come in my mouth, wan’ his come.” 

You smile over-sweetly as his reply comes, broken and breathless. “Yeah? Why don’t you ask Lixie?”

It seems the other boy is lost in his own world until you his say his name, panting as his eyes meet your own. “Lixie-please, co-come in my mouth.”

His head dips, moaning it the thought. “Fu-fuck yes.”

“Good.” You murmur.

You push his head down once more, but first he frantically shouts out. “Can I cum! Ple-please, need it so badly!”

Massaging his jutting hipbone with one hand, you pretend to think over the thought. “Make Lixie come and then you can.”

Giving him no time to respond, you’re shoving his head down and starting a new punishing pace, rocking his entire body as you abuse his prostate over and over.

And when Felix comes with a long with, gripping into Minho’s shoulders like his life depends on it, Minho is crying, tears flowing down his cheeks as he moans, the warm salty fluid fills his mouth.

Felix trembles, shaking with a sob, falling back against the headboard of the bed from the intensity of his orgasm. “Shit, so good, so good, thank you!” He sighs.

Meanwhile, Minho hiccups, swaying slightly, still slowly thrusting back against you. “Fu-ck!” His voice cracks and he sticks out his tongue, showing both you and Felix before dutifully swallowing. 

He pants heavily, eyes drooping. “Please! Please...fuck, shit...c-can I please cum, please, please! I promise-I promise I’ll be so good!” His voice is hoarse with desperation, wailing as cries out. “I’ll be so good for you!”

You pet his hair, shushing him with the movement. “Go ahead, bunny, been such a good boy, cum for me.“ 

The hand that’s been resting on his throat, teasing him with the presence of it finally presses down, cutting off his air, making his head spin in every best way for one final harsh thrust as he finally comes with a high-pitched keen, twitching as his arms give out, falling against your arms as you rest him down onto the mattress.

He curls up on the bed, clutching your arm and one of Felix’s legs as he comes in spirts, dirtying the sheets with white, crying out in ecstasy.

Quickly pulling off the harness, throwing it somewhere on the floor to be cleaned later you grab the cup of water set on the nightstand, turning back to where the two have huddled on the bed, Felix holding Minho as he pants for air.

You make each of them take a few sips until the glass is empty before setting it back on the nightstand. 

Then you carefully nudge the two over, laying down beside Minho and pulling him into your chest, letting him nuzzle into you as Felix falls into place behind him, lacing fingers with you.

The blankets are pulled up and over as a final touch and they take turns having their hair played with by you, whining when you pull away to the other. 

“Love you both. Bunny.” You kiss the corresponding boy on the forehead. “And kitty.” Both smile, enjoying the praise and the aftercare attention from you. “Such good boys for me.”

A hum of agreement from Felix that has you quietly gigging and soon you find yourself falling asleep.

[wonhosmistress]

Idk about y'all but Lee Know seems like someone who puts on the bad boy, “dom” façade until someone comes along to put him in in his place. He gives me bratty vibes, I feel like he'd refuse to completely give the power to someone else that is until they tame bratty!Minho.

Smut under the cut!

Word Count: 427 (basically a drabble)

A/N: Over the past two weeks I've had nothing but brain rot about Sub!Minho. So here is this, I hope y'all enjoy this originally took me five hours to write but Tumblr closed the app as I was writing this and lost some of the original content, and I kept going.

Warnings: Dom!reader, edging, brat!Minho, gender neutral, Degredation, Name-calling, Sub!Minho (mayhaps missed some?; idk let me know)

(Constructive criticism is appreciated as well as comments and reblogs since liking doesn’t really do much.)

I feel like he'd be secretly into degradation and gets off on being called, “cum slut” and his partner saying, “What would your fans think of you, Minho?” he'd be looking up at y/n with a scowl on his face all while feeling the tightening of his cock. Thinking about how his body could betray him like this, y/n would roughly dig their fingers into his pretty cheeks as they get on his level and mock him, “aww, is my pretty boy upset?”.

“Your face says one thing, but your mind and body say another. Am I not right?” He remained quiet. “Answer me when I'm talking to you.” Y/N hissed. He looked directly into Y/N's eyes, “No you're not.” he snapped back. Y/N stared in disbelief. “Oh, is that so?” she grabbed a fistful of Minho’s hair pulling his neck back as a low moan escape his lips. Y/N's hands made their way into his pants grabbing his swollen, sensitive cock. Y/n’s slid their thumb over Minho’s precum-covered head and pumped him slowly. Minho’s whines clearly showed how much he enjoyed being manhandled.

“What would your fans think about their favorite idol being a submissive, little cum-slut?” He was hoping Y/N wouldn't see right through him. Minho noticed Y/N get closer to him, “I bet, your fans would think you're a disgusting pervert, isn't that right?” she feigned a smile. A low moan slipped out of him in agreement as he gripped the sheets underneath him, fuck. His chest began to rise and fall more rapidly with each pump and the pleasure was beginning to cloud his mind.

Y/N noticed how easily he was coming undone and was cherishing how fucked out he looked with his lips gaping open, Minho looked delicious and Y/N wanted to punish him for snapping back earlier. And so Y/N did, the slow pumps turned into rapid ones and a high-pitched cry escaped him. “Fuck, please...” he trailed off, “Use your words.” Y/N demanded. He hummed in pure bliss fighting between his cock and his smart mouth but he couldn't, his moans were becoming more pathetic and he felt weak as his core begged for release.

“I’m cum-” Minho’s release was cut short and sobbed as he no longer felt y/n’s hand on his throbbing cock. “No, don't do this. Please let me cum.” He begged desperately as he felt tears rolling down his cheeks. “That’ll teach you to talk back to me, whore.” Y/n said as they left him high and dry on the mattress looking completely disheveled and exposed.

Tags: @taehyungsgrowl