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"Heats" with Bunny!Lee Know

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 2 of my Bboki-Dwae collab with @bbokicidal <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~900

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: gn!reader but theres pregnancy mentions in the last two quotes at the very very end of this post, constant mentions of breeding, 1 mention of a spank, overstimulation, some cum talk, using another person's clothes+scent to get off, this last one is marked with "⚠" but 1 mention of being forced down with a foot on ur head lol

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

❥ Has no real heat cycle, at least not an obvious one, since male rabbits are always ready to breed year-round.

❥ That being said, he will be very obsessive about breeding you from the very beginning of the year, usually February or March, all the way to September. You both quickly come to learn that it is because of rabbit's mating season! Which explains why he's constantly insatiable during this time frame and will usually want to go multiple rounds a day, every single day if you'll allow it.

❥ He cums super fast sometimes, so oral is not an option in his mind. He will taste you at least 3 times a day and he'll dig his nails into your thighs if you start trying to squirm away from overstimulation.

❥ Once he's got his fill and he's sure you've enjoyed yourself, he’s wasting no time to flip you onto your hands and knees. It’s his favorite position!! something something "Best for me to breed you thoroughly"

❥ He’s gonna keep your hole nice and stuffed while he roughs you around for as many rounds as he deems sufficient enough for his seed to take. (Spoiler: it's NEVER enough for him)

❥ And if he’s that deep in, that he’s giving in to his more 'primal' side, then you will be at it for hours before his mushy little brain pushes past the chants of “breed. breed. breed.” and remembers that you’re, in fact, a human and need a second to breathe.

❥ He quite literally does not care if you physically can not get pregnant... You not having the means to get pregnant or simply being on birth control will never stop him from talking or thinking about breeding you. If anything, he finds it even hotter because his minds convinces him that "If we try hard enough.."

❥ You don’t need lube when he has almost disgusting amounts of precum/cum leaking from his tip <3 So much so that you now have a towel drawer in your nightstand

❥ Much to his human side’s dismay, and to his rabbit side’s joy, he will cum buckets every 2nd time. Meaning that once that second round of the day is hitting, prepare to literally overflow due to the sheer amount of cum his heavy balls will pump into you.

❥ Oh, and don’t even think about letting any of it go to waste. The second a singular drop of his cum falls past the midpoint of your thigh, he is racing to shove it back inside where it belongs.

❥ Depending on how deep into this “headspace” he is he might even growl, which always comes out as a huff, and land a warning slap to your ass cheek. Loves to combine it with some crude comment (like the very first quote at the end of this post)

❥ If he’s reaally really into it he will mount you as best as he physically can: If you’re in a position similar to missionary, you’re getting shoved into a mating press and held in place. Or if you’re in a position similar to doggy style, you’re getting shoved flat into the sheets so he can straddle the backs of your thighs and spread your cheeks while he watches himself fuck into your tight hole <3

⚠ You didn't hear this from me but if he's particularly insatiable & has lost himself to his instincts, he may or may not hold you down with his foot on the back of your head while you're in downward doggy. This is so he can force you to sit still and fuck your brains out so that you stay pliant for him until he's ready to take a break <3 In this position, he fucks you soo much more aggressively/rougher than ever before so prepare to not be able to walk for a bit hehe

Now, let’s say he goes through one of these “mating season” fits while you’re nowhere near. Maybe in another country or state for whatever reason and there’s no possibility that you and him can reunite anytime soon.

❥ He WILL try to breed hump everything that smells like you. From using your towel(s) to tug one out all the way to humping your favorite spot on the couch until his dick is raw.

❥ This also means he will throw one of your clothes (cough 90% of the time is your worn underwear cough) onto a pillow and will rub his cock against it until he dirties it even more.

❥ But, he is a good boy. So he won’t be gross and leave his cum to seep into your clothes until you come home. He’ll be good and thoroughly clean whatever he lost his mind on and definitely will get horny again in the process

❥ You let him think he’s gotten away with it, but in reality? He cums so much that some stains just don’t go away…

Well... that and you leaving a semi-filled laundry basket just to come home to an empty basket and suspiciously clean clothes always gives him away.

“Tell this ungrateful, little hole to take what it's given and stop wasting.”

“Jagi- Fuck. Jagiya, stop wiggling so much. The deeper I am, the better I can breed you.”

"I need to cum- God, please, baby- you haveta' take it all. You owe me for being so fucking tight and wasting all my cum."

“If you keep spilling, I’ll have no choice but to fuck another couple of loads into you, Honey.”

"You're gonna be so fucking sexy, all nice and round with my kits in your tummy. Yeah? Right fucking here." As he puts his palm on your lower stomach 🥴

"Yeah? You're gonna give me a litter? Gonna have our babies runnin' around my parent's house while I stuff you full with even more of them."

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@valkyriexo @lunearta @jabmastersupriseee @rylea08

@yaorzu-blog @amararosesblog @jiminssluttyminx @clemissleepy

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@mariteez

lee know hard thoughts?

thoughts on lee know fucking you when u have a collar/choker with a bell on it? ><

eeee this is soooo hot I can’t

Minho bought the collar on a whim— a very horny, possibly drunk whim. But that doesn’t mean he can’t use it now in his completely sober, albeit just as horny, state. You laugh at him when he first propositions the use of the collar. You laugh until he doesn’t, then your face flushes and you let out a yelp of surprise. When you finally see the thing it’s like you couldn’t believe it was real. Adorned with a silver bell and light, baby pink leather, a tag laid on the front as if a trophy, engraved with the letters “my pet” on the front. It’s almost surreal when he offers to put it on you— his eyes dark with a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re serious?” He can’t help but laugh at you, “Deadly.”

You’re not sure what compelled you to agree; whether it was the look of desire in your boyfriend’s eyes or the actual need to try the leather collar on, you’ll never know. But you let him pull your hair back and buckle it up for you, watching his eyes flutter and his lips pull in a grin, almost sadistic as he taps your cheek with his finger. He looks like he’s considering what he wants to do, weighing his options. There were truly so many running through his brain right now… each one better than the next. Minho’s eyes flash up to yours again and he simply tells you to get on the bed, all fours, now. And who exactly are you to say no?

The little jingles of the bell on the collar are sending the man into a spiral with every movement you made the bell made twice as loud a noise. One after the other, egging him on, coinciding with your moans and his rugged groans. Minho has you on all fours like a dog— mewling at every thrust of his hips into you. Panting like a dog too, elbows threatening to buckle each time he slams himself back inside you. Minho almost feels bad as he stuffs his fingers into your jaw from behind, tugging your cheek back like a fishhook. He used you as leverage for his thrusts like this.

“Kitty getting fucked so good, isn’t she?” Minho chuckled in your ear, mocking you and digging his fingers harsher against your tongue. You nod blankly as your eyes well up with tears, close to release. “You like the collar, baby? I know you do, kitty, look at you… fuck,” Minho pulls his slobbery fingers out your mouth and drags them down to your collar, jingling the bell between his wet digits, taunting you with a smile. You could feel every inch of his cock ram in and out of you, slowly, then quick again. The pace uneven and staggered, catching you off guard every single time. You can feel him in your chest with how sensitive you were right now. His toned body pressing against yours, the long sighs of pleasure leaving his lips directly into your ear… most of all, that stupid bell. You despised how hot you found it.

“My kitty cat, you’re close, yeah? Gonna cum on my dick like a good pet? Go ahead, I won’t stop you.” He finishes his sentence by dragging his tongue up the side of your cheek, making you shiver, composure cracking as you let out a cry. Pussy clenching around his cock so tight it left him dizzy. You milked his dick, pulsating around him until he had no choice but to cum, “Fuckkk, there ya go…” Minho held your body down on his cock, “Take it like a good pet…”

tired slow sex and talking him through it + minho

you hear the front door open then close and peak your head out from your bedroom, smiling when you see minho all but dragging his feet to come see you. he looks exhausted, hair a little messy, lips curled into his signature little pout while his eyes blink slowly at you. he doesn’t say anything, just dragging you over to the bed, practically collapsing onto the plush duvet.

“long day?” you ask quietly, fingers instinctively going up to thread through his hair. he leans into you, eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a slow sigh.

it feels like time’s moving so slowly, his lips moulding against yours as his hands work to tug off his clothes then yours. it’s gentle and intimate and missing the usual hunger and desperation he normally exudes when he’s in the mood. any other time, he’d have you pressed into the sheets, making you see stars as his hips snap roughly. but tonight, he’s just so tired.

he gently pushes your thighs apart, calloused hands caressing your soft skin so tenderly, mouth never leaving yours. he breaths a shaky breath against you as he bottoms out, his hips finding a slow but steady rhythm. minho’s hands find yours, fingers lacing together. soft grunts and moans fill the room, almost like whispers as if anything louder would burst the bubble around the two of you.

his pace starts to stutter and you know he’s getting close, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, trying to be closer to you. you can tell your lover’s trying to hold on, wanting you to be the focus of the pleasure, struggling to keep his hips moving at the same, consistent speed.

“does that feel good, pretty?” you whisper into his shoulder and he nearly shudders, letting out a soft whine as a yes.

“can feel you’re close, my love, doing so well for me”. minho’s breathing grows shaky too, melting at your sweet words. he’s always the one talking you through it, whispering the sweet words into your ears as he finds your sweet spot again and again, but he feels his brain go all fuzzy at the thought of you doing it with him.

“gonna cum for me, min? feels so good, doesn’t it?” you coo, not condescending or teasing, just wanting him to relax and let you take care of him. “c’mon, sweet boy, you can cum. cum for me”.

the words make his mind feel even mushier, lips parting to let out the sweetest of noises as he releases, helping you ride out your own high. he lays his head down on your chest, a small and tired but dazed smile on his lips as he feels himself slowly grow sleepy.

“there you go, min, did so well for me. let me get us cleaned up and we’ll go to bed, hm?” you whisper, untangling yourself to get cleaned up.

by the time you get back to the bed, he’s already asleep, deep breaths passing his plump lips as he curls into your pillow, arm draped across your half of the bed as if to keep it warm until you came back to him.

a/n: just wanted to write something nsfw but still sweet and fluffy and it was about time i wrote something for my favourite boy <3 pls ignore the ending because i can’t write endings to save my life </3 i wanna start writing more for skz so feel free to send me little ideas or thoughts anytime!! sending lots of love 🤍

bangchan x fem! reader "your body will remember me."

word count — <1k

warnings — NSFW, 18+. pervert(?) bangchan, drugged! reader, dub con. choking, piv/penetration, overstimulation, squirting, dumbification, drunk sex (sorta), use of nicknames (babygirl), unprotected sex (be safe yall)

editor note — i saw bangchan's new solo and was like . mm. christopher in the building yall.

You were in a daze, red and black filling your blurred vision and your body heating up to a dangerous degree. And yet, your tongue was loose, your mouth spilling out noises and nonsense. Your numb fingers gripped the pillow, your cheek flush with the firm mattress.

“Good girl,” He mumbled behind you, his large hand dragging along your neck and gripping it. His other hand splayed on your lower stomach, holding your hips up to connect them with his own. 

After seeing you like this, Bangchan didn’t feel so guilty anymore. Sure, you were the one to initiate the conversation. But he was the one to initiate this.

You let out another garbled moan, eyes rolling into your skull. Your legs trembled, your cunt clenching down on him. He let out a breathy curse as he gripped your stomach, his slow, hard movements stuttering.

Something about slowly dragging his thick cock against your tight walls, feeling everything as the veins made you shake and drool, was so much better than fucking you into the mattress–

The gold party dress that caught his attention in the first place was on the pillow, the straps stressed and nearly torn. Your lace bra was still intact, but the panties were torn and hanging on your ankles. Chan’s red tie was knotted snug against your eyes, small tear stains already penetrating through the silk fabric.

You felt his tip brush agonizingly slow again on your g-spot and you convulsed. “C-Chan–”

“Shh,” He hushed you, pressing two fingers against your wet mouth. You welcomed them instantly, your tongue messily swirling around the digits. “You’re being such a good girl for me, baby. So good…”You whined again, almost like an injured animal. The noise grounded Chan for a second, realizing his situation.

He was fucking the girl of his dreams, the only thought occupying his mind, his obsession…

She was drunk on liquor and Chan’s cock, resulting in a babbling, sloppy mess. 

He hissed, going to lift up your hips even higher. He started pistoning into you, the abrupt change of pace making you scream. You gripped the sheets, drool soaking the mattress, and the tears darkened the silk tie even more. 

“Chan-! S’too much! Too much– Chan~!” Did he mention that he started on you two hours ago?

You convulsed even more violently, your sloppy lips opening in a silent moan as you cum for the nth time. Chan felt a familiar pressure building up against his cock, but he hissed and continued to shallowly fuck you. Your hips jolted, toes curling as he fucked you while squirting

You were so sensitive you felt like you could pass out. You could feel every inch, every vein– fuck even the coarse hair. You felt everything.

Your arms flail, but he manages to catch them and pin both down with one hand. He continued fighting against your orgasm, your essence going everywhere. 

He leaned to your ear, his teeth clenched and jaw taught. “Relax, baby girl. Daddy’s taking good care of you, right? He’s making you feel so good, right?”Your head lolled, more hoarse moans leaving you. At this point, your wet cunt and his thick dick was louder than your moans. It was more arousing to him, faintly hearing your whimpers but mostly the wet slapping of your hips against his. 

You probably will kill him next morning. Sure, you’ll know that you fucked him. But you wouldn’t know the alcohol buzzing in your veins, tainted with a drug thanks to Chan, melted a hole in your memory. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but at least he knew.

His camera knew. His photo and video library knew too. He let out another hiss, tossing his phone aside as he instead rammed your hips against his, having you move on his cock. At this point you were dead weight, letting the man use you like a limp doll. Within minutes he came, a loud curse leaving him as thick cum flooded your abused hole. A garbled complaint left you, but you couldn’t complain about the sticky warmth left between your legs.

Fuck, he hoped that you were on the pill. If not, well…

He gripped your neck again, making your back arch as he lifted you up to his mouth. “I just need your body to remember, baby.

“Your mind can find any other guy, but your body knows it belongs to me now.”

08.25.24

♡The Wolf Unbound - Chan

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: lycanthrope! Chan x afab! reader

summary: Deep in the heart of an ancient forest, the air was filled with an untamed nature. You come across a captured creature. If you set him free, he will be bound to you forever.

warnings: predator/prey dynamic, mentions of chains, sharp teeth, size difference, rough sex, breeding, knotting

You had grown up isolated from the world of men. Your parents, long gone, had left you with a deep bond to the wilderness and a life of solitude. One evening, as twilight cloaked the trees in shadows, you stumbled upon a hidden clearing. There, surrounded by heavy chains, lay a trapped lycanthrope—an imposing creature with eyes that burned with both primal fury and a plea for freedom. Your curiosity piqued, you faced the ultimate choice: to remain in your safe, familiar world or to delve into the mysteries of the beast that could forever change your life.

The massive lycanthrope snarled into his muzzle, his eyes glowing with a fierce, untamed energy and his muscles tensed as he pulled against his restraints, watching you with his piercing gaze as you approached him. You stepped cautiously, your hands trembling slightly as you made your way closer to the creature.

He watched you with a deadly stare, unsure of what you were going to do next. Your eyes locked with his and you could see the fear and your heart clenched.

“You poor creature.” You continued your path towards him.

The monster's eyes darted to a nearby tree. Hammered into it was a nail with a set of keys dangling from it. You quickly ran over to the keys and made haste to find the one that fit. The beast watched you intensely, his eyes never leaving your fingers as they searched through the different keys.

Finally, the correct key opened the lock to his muzzle. You watched it fall to the forest floor with a loud thud. The unhinged muzzle created a domino effect causing all of his chains to fall off his muscular body. He lets out a low growl as he slowly stands up, his massive form towering over you. With the muzzle removed, he bares his sharp teeth. He looks at you, gratitude shining in his eyes.

"Thank you..." His voice is deep.

You look up at him slowly, taking in his entire form. He had to be at least eight feet tall, although he didn't look like that when he was all chained up a moment ago.

“You're welcome. What happened?” Your voice was soft and immensely curious.

“Humans... Hunters... They caught me off guard... Tracked me for days..." His voice was gruff and angry. “I should have smelled their scent.”

The massive lycanthrope stalked towards you. His head was already tilting like a curious pup. He watches your face, his expression softening slightly. "You're not like them... You smell different... Like... nature and power. You didn't even hesitate to free me.”

You swallow hard as he speaks. You didn't expect him to talk. You had read books about creatures like this. Lycanthrope. Villagers feared them, poachers hunted them for sport. You never thought you would see one up close. Your heart was racing. The severity of your situation was sinking in fast and you weren't sure what to do next.

“Do you have a name?” You asked softly.

The creature stood rigid for a moment, like someone had not asked him that question in a very long time. Eventually, he simply said “Chan. That's my name.”

Chan. You repeated the name under your breath like speaking it into existence would change how your body was feeling.

“Are you going to eat me?” You blurted out loudly.

Chan leaned down, bringing his face close to yours. His breath was warm and slightly musky, a mix of wild and raw.

"You saved my life. Owing someone their life is a big deal among my kind... It's a debt that must be repaid..." His golden eyes held your gaze, unblinking.

You felt your blood instantly run hot through your veins. You couldn't understand what was happening to your body. You couldn't recognize this primal need that was growing. What is a spell? Some kind of curse? You couldn't stop the next words from coming out of your mouth.

“I…I want…” your needy eyes looked up at the beast towering over you, his broad chest heaving with every breath.

Chan breathed deep, as if he could smell the desire on you already. His nostrils flared as the scent of your arousal filled his senses. He knew exactly what you wanted, the heat radiating off of your core was so deliciously desperate. Chan let out a low, feral growl.

Chan moved towards you slowly at first, causing you to fall back onto the ground. His strong hands guide your legs to stay wrapped around his waist. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, letting his hard, throbbing member free. He looked at you, his golden eyes filled with primal desire. Your eyes grew wider with need and a hint of fear.

"So big..." You said in a whispered tone. "Is it this big in your...human form too?"

He chuckled darkly, his voice hoarse with desire.

"It's always this big, love. But when I'm a wolf... there's no gentle. I'll split you open, breed you like an animal. Now, hold on tight."

"Like an animal?" The words echoed in your head. You let out a soft, needy moan.

His grin was feral, his golden eyes glinting with untamed passion.

"Exactly like that. I'll pin you down, mount you, and breed you until you're full with my cubs. And you'll love every second of it, won't you, little mouse?"

You nod your head obediently. You didn't even recognize yourself anymore. All your inhibitions had fallen away the moment you had set him free.

His grin widens, his powerful arms wrapping around you as he rolls, pinning you beneath him on the bed.

"Then lift your knees, spread your thighs... show me where you want me.”

You let out a soft whimper as he instructs you. You hold your legs up and spread your cunt wide for him. With a slow, steady thrust that's nonetheless impossibly deep and powerful, he pushes into you until his hips meet yours and you can feel him pressing against your womb.

"You're so tight, little mouse... You're going to take all of me.”

Your body tenses at the initial contact and pressure. Your head falls back and your eyes flutter closed as your body melts into the feeling of his cock hot inside of you.

His arms bulge with muscle as he holds your thighs apart, his golden eyes locked onto yours as he begins to move. His powerful hips pull back, his thickness dragging against your inner walls, only to snap forward again, burying himself balls-deep inside you.

You let out desperate wails of need and pleasure as his massive lycanthrope form towers over you. His pace quickens, his powerful hips a blur as he pounds into you, his thick member swelling even larger inside you.

"You're so beautiful, stretched around me... I'm going to fill you up, little mouse... I'm going to knot you and breed you.”

Chan grunted into the crook of your neck. He was losing the human side of himself now. The only thing in his vision was the sight of you coming undone on the forest floor beneath him. His little woodland mouse that came to rescue him, not squelching around him.

His face contorted in pleasure, his jaw unhinging to reveal his sharp teeth. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and hisses, his body seizing as a thick, heated knot forms at the base of his member, locking you together.

You let out a strangled noise you had never heard yourself make before. Something between a moan and a howl. You grabbed onto his arms like a lifeline.

He begins to move within you slowly, his thick, hard flesh pulsing inside as his knot keeps you locked. He grins wickedly, his golden eyes filled with primal satisfaction.

"You're so helpless... so perfect... I'm going to fill you up so much... “

You groan softly, a satisfied smile spreading across your sweat-soaked face. Maybe it was a spell, or a curse. Maybe you would be bound to him now. His little mouse. The lycanthrope snarled as he licked your neck slowly, leaving a hot wet trail on your skin.

“All mine.”

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✿ Fic Recommendations PT 2✿

Link to First One Here

Part 2 is here! Some more amazing fics that you should definitely check out! Give the writers your love and support🩷 this would have been way longer however I can’t get anymore people 😂

˚ ༘❀Bangchan:

•The Wolf Unbound - @milkteabinniechan

•Your Body Will Remember Me - @melathan

•The Magic trick - @straykeedz

•Late Shift @biteyoubiteme

˚ ༘❀Minho:

•No Title (Slow Sex) @hykwrld

•No Title (Collar) @jeongin-lvr

•Biker AU! @minminbunny

•Heats (Bunny AU) @httpdwaekki

•When Did You Get So Buff @krosiefics

˚ ༘❀Changbin:

•Strength Is Virtue @thefantasyden (Female Bin W/W)

•No title (free use birthday) @jeongin-lvr

•I love you @luvyeni

•Yes, Mistress @baby-yongbok

•Only You @baby-yongbok

˚ ༘❀Hyunjin:

•Feel It - @elllisaaa

•Crave @changbunnies

•Hate to love you, Love to hate you @moonchild9350

•Sweet Venom @tasteracha

•Gentle @ivyyisbored22

•Take It @hyunj1nsbae

•On Live @luvyeni

•Demon AU @minminbunny

˚ ༘❀Jisung:

•No Title (Subby Han) @jeongin-lvr

•Breathless @lixiesfreckless

•Are We Still Friends @1byhwng 

•Anime Afternoon @moonlightndaydreams

•Lofi Lust @kaysungshine

˚ ༘❀Felix:

•Fried eggs and pillow talk - @woozyvee

•Everything Werewolf!Au @skzdarlings

•Miscalculation @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

•Playing With his Hair @ybklix

•Blow Me Instead @bbyquokka

•Sweetner @hyuniepies

˚ ༘❀Seungmin:

•Protective @sheerfreesia007 (fluff)

•Your Biggest Fan @jeonginsleftcheek

•A Helping Hand @therhythmafterthesummer

•Gathering Courage @sheerfreesia007 (fluff)

•Focus on your Studies @jeongin-lvr

•Let It Go @baby-yongbok

˚ ༘❀Jeongin:

•Future AI AU @minminbunny

•No title (A dom IN) @jeongin-lvr

•I Don’t Hate You @seungminssangel

•Blind Date @biteyoubiteme

˚ ༘❀Multiples:

•Oh Baby @minniesmutt. (Chan, Minho, Jisung)

•Play Date @cbini. (Chan, Seungmin)

•Are You Still Watching @kaciidubs (Seungmin, Chan)

•Green Eyed Perv @bandgie (Chan , Jisung)

•Let’s Fulfill the Prophecy @krosiefics. (MinSung)

˚ ༘❀Series:

•Ever Lovely @doitforbangchan

•Putting something in their suitcase (Texts) @bluejutdae I don’t normally put texts but these are just to cute to me and I needed to add them (fluff)

Winter Blunderland (Part Four)

Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: 🩻 🦷Alcohol consumption, fluffy stuff, some dirty thoughts mentioned, SMUT, oral sex (f!receiving)

Comments: It's been a long time coming, but I wrote enough of a part to be ready to release more. @lyramundana always talking about murdering me but oh well. Please let me know what you think!! ♥️♥️ Summary: Isn't it such an unfortunate thing when you are stuck somewhere you don't want to be? Like a fucking airport. :( Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

“Where did that come from?”

“I am just… curious.”

“ I think you’re cool.” You said casually. Not knowing how much you should actually say to the man. What was he really asking?

“That’s it?” HE perked an eyebrow at the quick response.

“Do you want me to say more?”

“Something real would be great. Stop being formal.” He challenged your attempt at being decent and nice.

You smiled at his straight-forwardness. So lovely to have someone that just wants to talk about the reality of things. Not the damn weather or how your day is.

“I think you are an anomaly, a surprise, that I didn’t plan on; someone I did not plan on meeting. I didn’t think I would enjoy today at all. Your funny mannerisms and cute presents have turned my winter break around. I am very grateful you sat by me.”

“Hmm…” He contemplated what he thought of that response. “Anything else?” He persisted as he turned slightly more towards you while resting his elbow on the table.

You really could say a lot more. The look on his face was impossible to read. The shots had loosened your tongue a lot more than you’re used to, but the temptation to say more was itching to be released.

Fuck it.

“I think you are absolutely gorgeous. The way you carry yourself is very attractive and your style is impeccable. I don’t know how I got so lucky to sit next to you. But, if I wasn’t stuck here in this damn airport in the middle of the night, or if you didn’t live across the world, I probably would’ve tried to get you to go out with me. Your hair is fun, you're sweet to random old ladies, and you’re such a dork and that turns me on so much.”

His eyes widen and you just cackle out loud at his shock. You really did just lay all of your feelings out on the table for him. And now the floodgates have opened.

“Besides being just so handsome, you seem so strong. Like, I want to feel your arms and just stare at your hands while you do things.”

He still looked so surprised at how blatantly honest you continued being to him. You had been holding your breath, only breathing out as you continued spewing your thoughts. This was not the normal thing for you, but you were tired of being afraid of speaking your piece and being “too much” for people. This man was going to be with you for the next few hours, but after that, who knows? 

Minho stood up and grabbed your hand. He started pulling you away from your stuff and walked off down the hall. There was no one around besides the occasional bored travelers waiting for their flights, hardly anyone honestly. “Wait, Minho, where are we going?”

“Trust me?”

“I do, but-” He cut off your thought when he turned a corner. It was sudden, like he didn’t really know where he was going. The two of you walked past a fancy bar and came to the end of one of the many halls. He stopped at a door that said “Custodial” and finally turned himself back towards you.

Your face must have looked concerned, because he sighed and smiled at you, “Sorry, I forgot about this until now. The barman? He asked who the alcohol was for. I said "me and my new friend. Long night.”.”

This made sense. He had been gone for a few minutes. “Okayyyy?” You replied slowly, trying to understand where this was going. He was still holding onto your hand since he had gotten up, albeit tightly and making you more confused.

He looked up as he thought of how to continue his story. The cogs were rolling and he knew what he wanted to say to you, but his nerves of saying it wrong were making it harder. To try and bring his heart rate down, he brought his thoughts back to how soft your hand was. He rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb, and it honestly helped both of your nerves.

“Well, he said this room was built wrong. The lock was put inside, not outside. They use it for meetings. He wanted me to know.” So Minho grabbed the handle and, sure enough, it opened right up. He reached past the door for a switch and the light flickered on to show a desk and a few chairs. 

You looked around to see there was no one around. There was not a soul to see you walk into this suspicious closet. “What are we doing, Minho?”

He led you into the closet, shut and locked the door behind you, and said in the most serious tone, “I wanted to tell you what I think about you.”

The air was immediately tense as you pieced together what was happening. The handsomest man stood a foot away, licking his lips, and stared at you up and down as if he was starving.

“But only if you want me to.” He whispered to finish his previous thought. You had already said what you thought of him, and you are locked in this closet in a mostly empty airport Christmas eve.  

Wait-

You pull your phone out of your butt pocket to take a look at the lock screen. “Minho, it’s 00:03. If you don’t tell me exactly how you feel about me as my Christmas present I might-”

Minho backed you against the door as he threw his lips onto yours. You sighed so sweetly as his perfect lips finally met yours. He had one hand cradling the nape of your neck and another resting on your hip.

You gladly accepted the connection and immediately craved more. “You are beautiful.” He whispered between breathless kisses. Your immediate response was a moan into his mouth as he pulled your lower lip between his teeth. On instinct, your pelvis met his own as you leaned into him, and you felt him growing harder against you.

“You are so fun. You make me laugh.” He continued between breaths as he went for your neck. The intensity was ramping up and you wanted this man as close to you as you could get him. So, while he was distracted by your smooth neck, you took the opportunity to push him back into the chair that was away from the desk. As soon as he fell into the spot, he looked up at you slowly approaching him.

“You are the best present I could have asked for, y/n” Minho whined as you approached him. When you were within reach, though, he grabbed your waist to pull you flush with his crotch. He rubbed your sides as he slowly lifted the sides of your long sleeve shirt. Feeling his slightly calloused hands on the soft skin of your hips and waist was such a treat for the two of you. Neither of you knowing just how long both of you had been craving the touch of another in this way.

He lifted his palms higher under the plush clothing until they were under the hem of your sports bra. He brought his face to your stomach and left kisses lightly along your lower abdomen. Slowly inhaling your natural scent and adoring the exposed skin. You took the opportunity to ruffle your fingers through his purple hair. You were surprised at the fluffiness of his tresses, expecting him to have it dried out due to the color processing, but he knew how to take care of his hair.

“I want to show you how much I think about you. Will you let me?” He purred against your skin. Leaning over to kiss your wrist that was resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his breath tickled the hair on your body as he spoke those words and sent chills to your core. He was so sexy. You had thought that before, but his gentle caressing was turning you on more than you thought possible.

You smiled down at the man that was still adoring your torso and nothing more, waiting patiently for approval. You led two fingers under his chin to guide his eyes to meet yours. The longing in his eyes made you feel like long lost lovers that hadn’t seen each other in months. You stared into his beautiful eyes while grounding and reminding yourself that this was new and temporary. “Please, Minho.”

That was all he needed for him to grasp the hem of your jeans and look at you for confirmation. You nodded quickly and he smirked at your excitement. He began unbuttoning and pulling your skinny jeans past the swell of your ass. He struggled a little getting it past and you could see his annoyance, but you giggled and it made him look back up at you with amusement, “If your ass was not so big, this would not be a problem.”. You smacked him on the shoulder a little and he chuckled, “I’m joking. I love your ass.” He replied as his voice lowered and his eyes darkened with carnal instinct.

He held the sides of your pants as you slipped your feet out; having needed help with your shoes too. He scooted forward more in his seat to make sure he was flush with your exposed body. His face lined up just above the edge of your panties and his hands took all of your exposed bottom in his hands. Thank god you wore a thong; you could feel his nails dig into the pliable flesh as he kneaded it and tugged it every direction. All while his face ventured south, smelling and teething at your exposed skin and underwear. “You smell heavenly, y/n.”.

“Please don’t stop…” You sighed at the sight of him taking you all in. As he continued slowly letting his nose rub against the soft cotton, you grew more needy and he could tell as you squirmed, not sure what to do with your hands. But a low chuckle from deep in his throat made you groan and you resided in grabbing the back of his head and pull him closer to your clothed heat.

He tucked his head between your thighs and gave a long lap at your clothed core made you sigh and throw your head back. He smacked one cheek to get you to snap back and look down at him, “Sit.” He slapped the desktop and you followed his command without a word.

As you hopped up onto the desk he swiveled his chair in your direction and pulled you forward to the edge. Your core was officially in front of his face and you were impatient. You tore off your panties on your own and he leaned back in awe at how ready you were. “Couldn’t wait?” He smirked at your neediness as he rubbed his hard on through his dark jeans.

Once you were free of that tiny piece of fabric you spread your legs by placing them on the arm rests of his chair; both elevating your knees and leaning back on your elbows. Your trimmed cunt displayed loud and proud as you flaunted where you wanted him. That look of awe in his face turned carnal as he licked his lips and watched you open yourself up to him.

“What are you waiting for? Open your present?” You sighed, feeling already so wound up as you opened your labia up to show him how wet you were for him. 

That was all he needed to hear as he dove forward to consume you fully. His arms looped under your knees to pull your ass even closer to him and make you lay back on the desk. He gave you one long lap across your whole exposed sex, from asshole to clit. You moaned softly, remembering you were still in a public area.

“No one is around. Let me hear how much you enjoy my present to you.” He dipped his tongue into your tight pussy and hummed in satisfaction. Then followed it up by sucking on your clit and adding two fingers to your cunt. You couldn’t hold back the mewls of pleasure he was sending to you. Everything he did with that tongue of his was pure bliss and you got yourself back up on your elbows to look at him at work.

He retracted his face from your clit and smiled so beautifully you thought you would climax just looking at him. His nose to chin were covered in your slickness and he seemed so happy just doing this. “God, y/n. You are perfect. I don’t want to stop.” So, he went back to playing with your pussy and nipping at everything around and in your most sensitive area.

The feelings he was bringing to you were nothing to joke around about. You had been with women that knew how to please you, but never a man. And he did it purely because he wanted you. There was no sense of tit-for-tat. Just enjoyment of making another person gasp and contract around his digits. His ministrations were something you had never expected tonight and you were so happy you had given him your charger to borrow.

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Winter Blunderland (Part Three)

Word Count: 2632

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some dirty thoughts mentioned, embarrassment.

Comments: I was thinking on what I wanted to say in this part for a long time. It's not much but something is better than nothing. @lyramundana here's another part! :)

Summary: Isn't it such an unfortunate thing when you are stuck somewhere you don't want to be? Like a fucking airport. :(

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What you had thought was bubbly, your word for champagne or sparkling wine, was actually vodka. It was a shot of straight vodka that this man had poured you. But you were still in the dark on that fact. 

When you were lifting the glass to try it you looked through your eyelashes to see he had taken the whole drink as a shot. Maybe that was a customary thing from where he’s from? Or maybe he was just eager for more. Regardless, you took a sip, and boy were you surprised.

You coughed so hard at the strong burning sip, feeling like you were lied to, but you had just assumed he wouldn’t have grabbed and poured you both actual liquor to share. The surprise was so impactful that you felt like you had been punched in the gut and lost all air in your lungs. As you sat there dying, Minho let out a full blown laugh, the first you had heard from your mysterious new friend. You started trying to laugh too. His laugh was so contagious and, despite being startled, you knew that it was your own stupid mistake and just enjoyed doing something dumb with someone that made you feel comfortable being weird in your skin.

After the failed sip of the shot, you downed the rest, knowing the drill. This wasn’t your first shot, and if the dark bottle sitting on the empty chair between you and your friend was any indication, it wasn’t your last of the night. 

“Can you hold your liquor?” Minho questioned, catching his breath from laughing so hard at how dumb you had just acted. He reached for a bag of chips on the makeshift table between the two of you with a teasing look in his eye. 

“No! I mean, yes! That’s not the problem here, SIR.” You defensively answered with a pout at his guess, “I didn’t think it was actual vodka. Are you trying to get us drunk??” You laughed at his innocent face he made.

Hand on his chest as he clutched his designer shirt, “I am getting drunk. You don’t have to if you cannot keep up.” His smirk was pure EVIL. 

Challenge accepted. 

You poured a second shot for both of you in your designated cups and lifted your own to your lips without hesitation. In one gulp, and with eye contact held with the handsome man, you finished it and set your plastic cup back down on the “table”. 

Now it was your time to smirk. But he still held steady his expression as he smoothly lifted his soft lips to his own cup. The burning sensation made you feel hot in all the right places and you couldn’t stop thinking about what his lips would feel like latched to your neck. 

It’s torturous being so close to such a gorgeous creature. You’re used to social media showing you what you can’t have, but did the world really have to mock you so much to put one of those imaginary men in front of you? 

The way his loose jeans still manage to hug his thighs while he sits? Based off the way his biceps look in his t-shirt, and the large veins cover the back of his arm and wrist, this mans works out. His thighs must look so good without fabric constricting them. 

His purple mane has a gorgeous wave to it and barely touches his nape. My gods, you could see yourself grabbing those ends when you finally managed to slide your arms around his slender neck-

“Y/n?” Minho waved in front of you, fully aware of you zoning out. Was he aware of you literally taking in his pleasing physique? The universe wouldn’t be that cruel, would it? 

With your vision focusing back on Minho and that smug little grin had you thinking otherwise. You could feel yourself getting queasy at the thought of being caught being a horn dog and took evasive action to change the subject. 

“Where are you from, Minho?” You decided getting to know a little more about him would help you do a one-eighty. 

“Seoul. And you?” He beamed at the direction this was going. Y/n was fully unaware of who he was, and it was so refreshing to have a normal conversation with someone that didn’t involve his band. To be asked questions in such a casual manner was making y/n even more attractive in his eyes. 

He already found her look and her demeanor gorgeous, but to be treated like a human being and not just an idol is the icing on the cake. He’s always sought out deeper conversations with individuals but being that his face is recognized in nearly every corner of South Korea, it makes it extremely difficult. 

“I’m from a small city called y/c. It’s nothing special.” She brushed off the idea that anything could be important about her, she is dead wrong. His fascination only grew with her mystery. 

“What do you do for work? And why are you going to Phoenix?” 

This is where it could get tricky. He contemplated the best answer without seeming obvious or full of himself. “I dance.”

You were surprised to find that out about him. Although, you had just been speculating he was a model the past half hour or so, so it’s not the most surprising. He already seemed like he worked out, so the pieces were coming together. Of course, a dancer would have thick thighs. 

As you nodded your head at his answer, he was trying to interpret your thoughts, “I am not special. Everyone in Korea does it,” he jests at himself, “what about you?”

The thought that you would have to talk about yourself had escaped your mind while you were trying to take in this image of Minho in your mind. Not the dirty image of what’s underneath the jeans, but who he is at his home. But now, you can’t seem to get that thought out of your mind too. Those shots were already hitting you since you hadn’t eaten since before the airport. 

How would you explain yourself; you don’t really have a career choice as concrete as him. You just tend to go where the wind blows you next. “Right now, I am a secretary at a tech company. Just answer emails and phone calls.” You shrugged off the seemingly blah-ness of your life compared to him. 

He nodded understandingly at how you felt about your job. In seeing that you weren’t very excited about the change in direction of the conversation, he reached back into the plastic bag for the final treasures. 

“There’s more in that bag? Minho, you didn’t have to buy so much.” You tried to speak to the man, but he seemed too focused on his task. 

“My treat. For using your charger.” He says sincerely with the softest smile as he pulls out two black bowls with lids. You sighed when you saw the size of them, but your curiosity was still piqued. 

As he handed you one of the bowls, you softly thanked him and opened the lid to see what was inside. “Ramyeon?! Are you crazy? You spent way too much money on me for just a charger!” You were shocked at the delicious meal that was now in your face, the aromas kicking your growling stomach into full gear. 

Minho just snickered when he heard your happy guts response. You were surprised but he swore he saw your mouth water too. You were a sight to behold. The bewilderment and joy made you look ten years younger. He just hoped that you liked it. 

“You eat.”

You nodded back at him as you sniffed the food fully. You love ramyeon so much. But usually only got the quick stuff at home. Seeing the pork, egg, and the crunchy seaweed on top looked so decadent. And expensive. 

Minho handed you some chopsticks and you looked spooked, “I’m so bad at chopsticks.” You pulled your lower lip out into the most dramatic sad face you could. Maybe he had a fork hiding in there. 

“Here” is all the man said before he reached for the bowl, but you didn’t want to set it down. He was adamant so you let him set the bowl on your makeshift table. He reached over to you but you were too far away. He scurried off his seat onto the floor and patted the seat next to you. 

Being a little tipsy, you didn’t think about the dirty floor. Just how he beckoned you to sit close to him with yourselves facing the seat where your food and drinks sat. He grabbed your right hand and placed the chopsticks accordingly. His grip was soft, but his hands were so strong and warm. 

You wanted to watch how he put your hold on the pieces of wood, but you were more drawn to the concentration on his face as he tried to teach you something he’s probably done since he could walk. His nose was too perfect; angled sharply and downward. And his full upper lip was tucked away into his lower in an attempt to focus. He took a second to look up while he thought of how he normally holds his. Even his eyelashes were perfect. 

He caught you staring and smirked at you. “Focus.” He sternly nodded at his deft hands making your fingers function in an odd way from what you're used to. His ears were red, and you felt hot at the fact you were caught in the act, so you tried your darndest to watch his hands work. 

They were so detailed with every movement he made your own do. The veins in his hands moved with every attempt he had at getting them perfect. He sighed once he had them where he wanted them. He grabbed his own chopsticks and held them next to your own hand, leaning into you to get your right hands close together. His head was practically on your shoulder when he showed you how to open and close them. 

You imitated him, but you were back to thinking about his lips on your neck. He was so close to just doing it. You would gladly let it happen, even if this setting was not private at all. You were obviously still bad at moving the wooden sticks open and close, but he was still proud at his handy work as he whispered an almost sensual “perfect” in your ear and pulled away to start eating his food. 

You felt so stupid for still trying to use these new utensils, but you didn’t want to let him down. So, as you dropped and splashed broth on yourself, Minho slurped his own, almost choking when he saw you do something really funny. 

You were so God damn hungry you just wanted to food to make its way into your mouth on its own. After getting a few good bites and stabbing one chopstick through the entire egg to eat it, he pulled out a fork. 

You huffed as he howled at your defeated face. “But you look so cute struggling.” He smirked at your pouty face. 

“You might look cute with a chopstick in your eye. “he was back to howling but you were less than amused at his torment as you squinted at the evil grape in front of you. 

You noticed over his shoulder that one of the high-top tables freed up and you set your bowl down to run and claim it. He was surprised by your sudden movements, but quickly got the memo that this meal was about to be consumed more properly. The two of you gathered all of your belongings as you got comfortable at an actual table. Without noticing, you placed yourself in the seat right now to Minho, leaving only half a foot between you two. 

You returned to munching at a much faster rate when you took the fork from him. The two of you were silently chewing for a few minutes on the delicious noodles. 

You mixed one of the drinks he got with the liquor to just help finish off the bottle. Looking over to Minho you raised your eyebrows in a question. He understood and shook his head as you silently offered him the same mix drink. 

The atmosphere was light as you continued asking each other dumb questions about each other. He stared intensely whenever you started talking about something you were passionate about. He may not have understood every word that you were spewing, but you were sparkling and gleaming and that was the best part of it all. 

While you were ranting about jobs not being accepting of colorful hair in your hometown, two younger women approached the two of you from behind. They were giggling and seemed nervous as they interrupted your thought with their proximity. 

“Hi! You’re Lee Know, right? We just wanted to ask if we could get a signature and photo with you?” She stuttered dramatically as she tried to hold eye contact with your handsome friend. You quirked an eyebrow at Minho, who looked back at you blushing profusely. 

“Yeah, sure.” He said quickly as he got into a selfie with the two of them and pulled up a peace sign. Then signed what looked like those girls’ passports and they apologized for interrupting and left quickly. 

“Well, that was unexpected.” You again smirked and laughed at the embarrassed man that hid his face in his arms on the table. You could still see how red his ears were and you just grabbed the top and giggled. ``Lee Know, huh?” 

“It’s my stage name.” He said quickly. “Lee Minho is my name.” 

“I didn’t know dancers were so popular that they’d get recognized in random airports.” You guffawed at the strangeness that just keeps getting more unusual. “I won’t pry if you don’t want to talk about your career, but I am impressed. I feel like I’m talking to someone famous.”

He looked back up at you and had a death glare. The last thing he wanted was for you to start treating him differently because of his popularity back home. “I can tell you if you want.”

“Oh no! I love the whole anonymity.”

“Y/n…”

“Oh shit. The mystery.” You simplified your English to make sure you weren’t misunderstood. He nodded and returned his head to the dark inside his arms to hide his still crimson face. 

“I thought you were dope before we were interrupted by your fans.” You made fun of his groan, and you shook his shoulder as you made fun of the situation light heartedly. Before long, your hand that had been tugging him around had gone to rubbing his upper back. He seemed quite embarrassed and didn’t want to remove himself from his hidey-hole. 

“Hey, it’s not that bad. Let’s just get back to drinks and dumb questions, yeah?” The red-faced gorgeous human finally came out from hiding and looked directly at you, looking for confirmation that everything was fine and that you still wanted to stay with him. And the warmth of your dorky grin made him fully aware that you were, indeed, being honest.

He grabbed his drink and chugged it, pulling another astonished look from you, but also a guttural laugh as he seemed to have a tad reaction from the alcohol. The look in his eyes seemed to be telling you everything he wanted to say, but also saying too many things as he flipped through so many emotions with just his eyes. “Ok, y/n. What do you think of me?”

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Winter Blunderland (Part Two)

Word Count: 1552

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption

Comments: I'm back again. Just couldn't find time to continue but please read and let me know what you think!

Summary: Isn't it such an unfortunate thing when you are stuck somewhere you don't want to be? Like a fucking airport. :(

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To call this situation strange is an understatement. Anyone else would be completely out of their depths, but luckily you live your life in the strange, and this was just a dip in the pool of “Weird” for you. Minho disappeared around the corner out of sight and you looked back at his stuff he left behind. Nothing extravagant, until you look closer and notice the black Dior bag. But with a quick glance it looks like any millennial bag, with its random heart character keychain.

His phone was charging and it was evident with the screen turning on with the Apple logo. You wanted to go back to doing something less creepy with your own stuff, but considering anyone could walk by, you felt more responsibility watching his stuff. As soon as you looked over your shoulder to see if he was coming back, his phone screen turned onto the lock screen. It had a few cats on as the background and your heart melted at the untold understanding that those must be his cats. What if they’re his girlfriend or boyfriends, though? Ah, oh well, a man that loves fun hair colors AND animals is and will always be a man after your own heart.

When it darkened, you looked back in the direction he had come from. His fluffy purple locks were easy to find amongst the other travelers getting cozy in their own spaces. He was looking around aimlessly at all the commotion with a white plastic bag crinkling in his hand. Before he could get back to his stuff he was stopped by a short old lady with a smile on her face. He seemed confused, but he smiled back at her once he understood whatever she said to him.

She put her hand on his shoulder and laughed out loud at him. Hopefully not making fun of his accent. IF she is, you were not afraid to knock the lights out of an old white lady. Luckily, he was just smiling back at her and only seemed slightly uncomfortable before locking eyes with you.

Shit. He caught you staring at them. His smile brightened as he laughed a little with her, and you softened your facial expression to smile smally back at him. Your face started heating up when the lady also turned to make eye contact with you and waved. You’re not sure why, but that made you even more nervous. He bowed to her and pointed his full hand in your direction.

She nodded and said goodbye to the nervous man. You could tell he was trying to hustle back to his chair and avoid anymore conversation and you laughed at him as he set his bag down between you two on the open seat, “She didn’t seem too scary. What did she say to you?”

“She asked if I want to trade seats with her.” He responded shyly, not making eye contact as he thought of how to form his thoughts, “She sits next to you, she saw your ticket, and wants us next to each other.”

“She wants us next to each other?”

“Yes. She said ‘cute couples should not be separated on planes’.” He was blushing again and your face started to heat up even more than it had earlier. This lady had the wrong idea obviously.

“Oh my goodness, that’s why you looked so nervous. I’m so sorry she approached you like that! I didn’t even notice her earlier, so weird. Did you explain this to her?” You pointed back and forth between you two hoping he understood.

“No, I could not make the words. I switched with her, if that is okay to you?” He looked back up for confirmation and you literally felt faint. He was so sweet but there was a glint of mischief behind those pools of chocolate that were holding you hostage. Of course it was okay. He was a gorgeous man that was peaking your interest with everything he says and does.

You looked down at your hands that were picking at themselves while you tried to keep your cool and develop a reasonable response for the foreigner. He was still looking at you, getting nervous again and misinterpreting the situation. He thought he fucked up. 

“I can return this and talk to her-” he was already standing before he finished his sentence,but you grabbed onto his muscular arm and held him in place.

Those eyes looked surprised by the contact and looked back at your expression, “I would love to have more time with you. You seem like a fun and sweet person.”

He smirked and laughed at your super cheesy response. “No one calls me sweet.” You have no idea what he meant by that, but that was for you to find out you suppose.

“What did you get?” You ask, trying to peek into the bag without being too nosey. Minho grabbed the bag out of your line of sight and placed it on his lap. He rifled through the loud plastic like a kid on Christmas Day, which you suppose it’s about to be.

“Two waters.” He placed both on the seat that lie between your bodies, one closer to his side and your side.

“You didn’t need to get me anything!” You started to push the surprise gift back at him. His head was still pointed downward towards the bag's contents as he glared through his lashes at you. “Fiiiine” you put it back in its place not wanting to argue.

“Chips.” He pulled out multiple snack sized packs of Doritos, Lays, and Cheetos. You giggled at the amount of bags he grabbed, “Chocolate and worms.” You gasped at your favorite sour gummies that he had grabbed without knowing they were one of your favorites. He followed your eyes and tossed the worms at you. You excitedly ripped it open and grabbed a couple out. One for you, and one for Minho who was slowly climbing your list of favorite people.

He leaned towards you and opened his mouth for you to place the treat in his mouth. His teeth were perfect, of course. You reached your arm out to meet him. He bit down quickly and got the tip of your fingers. “Ah! Damn it. Don’t scare me!” 

He giggled menacingly and also made a squinty face once the sourness hit his taste buds. "Am I still sweet to you?" God damn. How does one look so hot and cute at the same time? After his face settled, it returned to that same smirk he had earlier, “You do not have to have any… “ you were curious now. 

Minho pulls out a whole bottle of bubbly and two plastic cups. You gasp at him and his smirk and then he giggles at your facial expression. “Where did you get that?!”

“Man behind the counter.”

“At a bar??”

“Yes.”

Nothing weird there. This man that can barely speak a whole sentence in English got a whole bottle of alcohol from a bartender and just came back with it and two glasses. You are extremely impressed by the audacity of your new friend. Luckily for him, you love some bubbly, and neither of you are going to be doing anything for a little while anyways.

“I would love some, Minho.” You smile back as you rest your elbows on the armrest of your chair.

Minho clears his throat to calm his mind. You were leaning in his direction and the way you had your body angled gave him the perfect shot at the cleavage you're sporting. Also, why did his name have to roll so sweetly off your tongue?

He is mentally coaching himself to be civilized and hold eye contact with you. Instead, trying to think about how you are gorgeous without needing to ogle that curvy body. The slope of your nose, your round cheeks, your quirky smile and face piercings are all something special and beautiful.

You grabbed the chocolate while he just stared at you, opened it gracefully, and stuck a piece in your mouth, all while holding eye contact with him. Making a small moan at the delightful taste of the dark chocolate spreading across the roof of your mouth. Why was that so attractive to him?

"You still with me there, Min?" You mumbled at the man that seemed to be lost in thought in front of you. Sure, you were messing with him and testing the waters to get a reaction, but you still wanted conversation with the man.

"Sorry, Y/n. You are just very beautiful. I want to remember this night." His whole face turned red at his sudden truthfulness. He blurted it out like this was something normal. But he didn't look away. He just smiled and watched as you physically began to melt.

You turned away from him in your chair and slung your legs over the armrest to hid your face in your knees. You could not let him see how much his confession just made you blush. Your face was so red that you felt like you were already a few shots into drinking. How could he say that to you? This is too much. You need to run away in embarrassment.

But where would you go? You had to stay by your terminal for your plane and any updates. And the handsome fucker had your charger. Maybe you could make something up? This is too much for you to handle right now. You're supposed to be mad at your fam-

"Y/n? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just want you to know." You chance a glance over your shoulder to see the puppy dogs eyes on his face.

"Did you mean it?"

"Of course. I cannot lie to a beautiful woman. Not in English really."

You laughed so hard at his comment on the language barrier. I guess it would be hard for him to do that when he's thinking about translating his words all the time.

"Ok. You can't just spew that out there though! You gotta give me a warning. You're too charming. I might just fall in love with you." You wiggle your eyebrows and make a hand heart at him.

He let out a nervous breathy chuckle as he returned his focus on the glass bottle in his hand. You watched him pour the cups full of liquid and you took one from him. Giving you ample opportunity to look at how veiny and strong his tanned hands look. They look like they would be very good at all kinds of… work.

You were going to sip it, but he held his drink up for you to do a cheer with him. Your smile never left your face, so it only grew bigger when you caught on to what he wanted. You made your best impression of a ‘clink’ sound as if you actually had glasses instead of plastic cups.

“Cheers!” You give your best impression of celebrating with your friends and family, since you should be doing that. His warm smile was already making your body warm before you even had any alcohol.

He reached across the empty seat to rest his hand on your thigh that was closest to him. The spot felt like it was on fire from just that touch. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hand that you were just admiring, nor the way all of his muscles flexed when he gave a quick squeeze to your soft leg.

“Cheers to just us.” He replied with his voice seemingly an octave lower than it was moments ago. You were down for whatever he meant by that. The sound of ‘us’ coming out his mouth made you feel so many emotions.

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Winter Blunderland (Part One)

Word Count: 980

Warnings: Suggestive comments, mention of weight concerns

Comments: Hmmm... I just keep thinking of this to write. Of course it's for my bias and my wreckers first. I would love to keep writing for SKZ but this is a great start. <3

Summary: Isn't it such an unfortunate thing when you are stuck somewhere you don't want to be? Like a fucking airport. :(

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

This wasn't happening.

The universe was playing a sick joke.

As y/n went up to the counter she noticed all the others that were gathering around. The flocking and concerned looks were confirming all of her fears.

The flight was delayed until the thick of the storm passed through.

Everyone was stuck here on Christmas fucking Eve. They were guessing ten hours. What is anyone supposed to do for ten hours? All of the stands and restaurants close in an hour.

Instead of trying to get a word in, y/n decided to find a seat before the others started filling them up. There weren't any free tables to set up a tablet, so she looked for a chair that wasn't in the dead center of the seating area.

By the window, there was a row of four chairs facing the frozen nightmare. She decided this was better than looking at strangers, especially if she was really going to attempt privacy and getting a couple hours of sleep to kill time.

Y/n decided to plop down on the left most chair, to allow someone to sit on the farthest seat and not be the dick that makes everything awkward.

She leans back into the firm chair that was obviously meant as a temporary seat, not for half a day of relaxation. With only a travel pillow and a thin blanket for the actual plane ride, comfort didn't seem to be in the cards anytime soon.

This bullshit shouldn't be happening. Her family really fucked her over this time.

The plan had been to get together at her grandma's house for the holidays. But NO. They decided last second to accept her aunts invitation to go out to Phoenix. Who wouldn't want to go somewhere warm when all you've seen the last two months is snow and slush? Because Y/n definitely wanted to. But the time she had taken off didn't give her many options to get to Phoenix except for the day before the actual holiday.

And now, the winter laughed in her face and told her she would spend at least the first six hours of Christmas with strangers and her book instead. Life was taking a big shit on this vacation already.

"Fuck-" She heard the soft curse from her right. After the small noise pulled her from her self pity party, y/n looked over and saw a man with purple hair sitting on the other end of the bench. The guy had on a white t-shirt and a jacket with lots of jewelry. He was digging through his shoulder bag with his muscular ring-clad fingers, presumably looking for something. His face was covered, but that didn't stop her from admiring the deep purple of his hair. She had always wanted to try pulling off that gorgeous purple but, instead, found herself stuck with the firetruck red and orange tips.

After a very dramatic huff from the man she had been staring at, he sensed someones eyes on him and made direct contact with y/n's. She smiled politely and the man apologized for his cursing. She chuckled at his manners, being the sailor that she is.

"It's not a problem. Did you find what you're looking for?"

He held his eye contact for a second as he thought how to respond, "Sorry my English is not very good."

"Oh no, I'm sorry-"

"My phone is dead."

"You need a charger? Do you have an iPhone?" He nodded, and so you looked in your backpack for your travel charger. You held the cord out to him and he grabbed it. His hand was slightly calloused, but comfortably warm.

"Thank you." Y/n felt a blush creep up. His hand was warm and his smile was even warmer. She admired his beautiful tanned skin and the way his smile made his deep brown eyes scrunch up. This wasn't just a man, this was a gorgeous god that should definitely be a model. Probably is based off the designer brand bag and shirt you saw.

He looked under the edge of the chair and to the side of the bench, feeling around for a plug, and realized that the charging tower was next to the pretty red head that just gave him this cord.

She followed where his eyes went and realized what he was looking at. Her eyes widened when she caught on, "Oh, you can sit over here."

He stood from his seat and brought his bag over with him. She grabbed her own stuff and went to the opposite end of the bench.

"You can stay over here. This is your spot. But, could you watch my phone? I want food." She nodded and sat with one seat between them to still allow for some personal space.

"My name's Y/n by the way, since you're leaving me with your stuff, you know." She shook her head at him when she realized this guy didn't even know her name. She was so freaking awkward; always forgetting to introduce herself to people she starts talking to. And he was going to just leave his valuables with her.

"Minho." Was all he managed to say, still finding it hard to translate his thoughts to the cool woman that was treating him as if they've know each other for more than three minutes. She may have felt awkward, but Minho didn't see it that way at all.

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a/n: ksm and cockwarming. that's it. there's no plot here, just cock. smut - MINORS DNI.

there's very few things kim seungmin loves more than your warm mouth engulfing his cock.

and not in the normal way - though he did thoroughly enjoy when you dropped to your knees and sucked his cock so enthusiastically he thought his brain was going to melt out of his ears. no, he had no complaints about that.

but what was even better is when you would pad over to him when he's watching his latest reality tv show and shuffle towards him on the sofa, fingers poking at the waistband of his sweatpants. he would pretend to roll his eyes, pretend that this didn't excite him as he lifted his hips enough to slide his pants down far enough to free his cock. he wouldn't look at you after that, eyes trained fully on the pixelated faces on the tv as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, pursing your lips a bit just to tease, before taking it all the way. you'd sit there for as long as you could, his weight heavy on your tongue, your cheek rested on his thigh, until your muscles begin to cramp and your jaw starts clicking.

you'd climb off of him, tucking him back into his pants without bothering to clean him up - you'd do that later. it's only then that he would focus his attention to you, to your glassy eyes and slack jaw and open mouth. he would beckon you over, securing a warm arm around your shoulders as he whispers a thank you in the form of a kiss to your head.

or, there would be times where he was sitting as his desk chair, dorky headset secured to his head as he yelled commands and insults into the mic at felix and jeongin. his fingers would be flying over his keyboard, eyes glued to the screen as if looking away for one second would send his character to certain death. you'd slink into the room, quiet as a black cat, and settle in front of him expectantly. he would make you wait until a pause in the game, whether that be seconds or minutes, and you were glad to wait knowing what was to come. when he deemed it appropriate, he would slide his cock out, sending you a warning glance to be quiet, the mic is on, and you take that as your signal to go ahead.

this position is less comfortable, the floor harder on your knees and the lack of cushy thigh to rest your head on was a little challenging. but, you liked a challenge, especially when it came to him. when he achieved a particularly hard combo, he would jump a little in his seat and yell in delight, but all you could focus on is the way his cock would drive just a little bit further into your throat with his movement. you couldn't choke, couldn't whine or gag or anything so you sat there with tense muscles and tears springing at your eyes until he finally relaxed again.

it was only when he was done playing that he would tangle his fingers in your hair, scratching at your scalp just the way he knows you like it. he'd let you finish sucking him off, feeding you his cum as a reward for your good behavior. then, he'd pull you up to your feet and lay you down in his bed, massaging the life back to your lower body muscles that have gone numb from how long you knelt in front of him. you felt on cloud nine, so carefully attended to by him.

so, yeah, there were few things kim seungmin loved more than having his cock in your mouth, but you shared the sentiment.

brother’s best friend

word count: 2.4k

warnings: possessive behavior, reader is called sweet girl, afab!reader

synopsis: you told your brother chan that his 25th birthday would be eventful, a true milestone, but even you couldn’t have prepared him for the mess that unraveled. or alternatively, minho, your brother's best friend, is your friends-with-benefits-but-with-feelings.

you and chan have always been more of best friends than siblings. having such a small age gap meant you always had the same teachers, the same hobbies, the same circles of friends - of which included lee minho. 

lee fucking minho. 

the man has been in your lives for longer than you can remember, since you used to ride around your neighborhood on your pink tricycle and him and chan would chase behind you like the young boys they were. the older you got the less annoying he seemed to you - you found yourself seeking out his company instead of shying away from it. it was different than the rest of chan’s boys. hyunjin and felix were your comfort, the ones you went to when you needed a shoulder to cry on or a hug to make all your problems disappear if only for a moment. changbin and jisung were chan’s right and left hands, or wings as they liked to call it. you couldn’t find your brother without those two anymore, it’s a good thing you like them so much otherwise you would go insane with their constant presence. jeongin and seungmin were the two youngest, snarky and pouty and your favorite thing to do was to smother them with cuddles and kisses just to hear their complaints. there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for them.

minho somehow managed to encompass all of that. his comfort, his constant presence, his aversion to touch from anyone that isn’t you. it’s no wonder you ended up making out over the console of his car when he drove you home from a party last year. 

and again in a dingy club bathroom, away from prying eyes and secret-spilling lips.

and again under the tree that you used to climb together when you were younger.

and again. and again. and again.

the amount of times you’ve hooked up are more than you can count on both of your hands, now. you both know you’re exclusive even though neither of you have talked about it. there are too many feelings, too much history for it to be anything other than love, even if you’re unwilling to admit it yet. 

which leads you to now - sipping a fruity cocktail that’s probably more liquor than juice even though you can’t taste it. you’ve been nursing it for so long that the ice has melted and the condensation is dripping off your fingers, but it serves as a nice distraction from the guy that’s been trying to chat you up for the past hour or so. 

trying is the key word. he’s incredibly dull, and for every thirty words he’s spoken you’ve barely gotten in one. he’s been telling you about some business his friend is starting with him, and he reaches out to touch your shoulder when you finally catch sight of minho across the room. he turns towards you as if he feels your gaze on him, and his eyes harden when he sees the guy’s hand on you. 

if eyes could kill, the guy would have two burning holes smoking on the back of his head right now. you gently shrug the guys hand off of you, taking a sip of your drink as minho stalks across the room and slides up behind you, snaking an arm around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. his fingers are digging into your skin and you can feel the tense set of his jaw, and you waste no time twirling out of his hold.

“min,” you hiss. your grip on his arm like a vice as you drag him to the kitchen, flirty boy left behind with his hand still outstretched. if minho wasn’t wearing a jacket you’re sure your nails would be digging into his flesh right now. “what are you doing.”

“i’m just showing everyone here who you belong to, or have you forgotten?” he purrs out, not caring for a second how irritated you are at him. did you say you were in love with him? you take it back. not an ounce of love is present right now.

“you know we can’t,” you frown, knowing that his actions are because of his emotions, not because he wants to mess with you or chan. “not here.”

his eyes narrow and he lets out a breath, crossing his arms like a child. 

“if one more of those brats looks at you wrong, i won’t be able to stop myself.”

you didn’t know if it was a threat or a warning. maybe it was a promise. 

the night goes on. you try and stay glued to chan’s side the entire night, knowing that minho wouldn’t try anything with his best friend standing right there. it also helps that chan is always surrounded by his friends and not random guys that showed up because they heard about the event, so there was no opportunity for Jealous Minho to show his face. 

shit goes a little sideways when your bladder catches up with you and you have to use the bathroom, alone in your trek up the stairs where you know the cleanest one was. 

the flirty guy whose name you don’t remember is waiting at the foot of the stairs when you return, his insanely white smile glinting from the fairy lights you helped hang up earlier. 

“i thought i lost you,” he said, blocking your escape from the hallway. “i wanted to get your number? if that’s okay.”

before you could come up with some way to politely decline, minho reappears as if summoned by someone other than him giving you attention. he moves his body physically between you and the guy, baring his teeth like a cat. 

“she’s not available,” he almost growls, standing at his full height. it’s somehow intimidating even though the guy has a couple of inches on him. 

“whoa, okay,” the guy says, holding his hands up in surrender as he backs a foot away. “i didn’t know. no harm right?”

“there was definitely harm-“

“all good,” you interrupt minho, poking your head out from behind his shoulder. “nice meeting you, but you should probably go.”

he walks away and you expect minho to deflate, but he still stands with his hackles raised like a predator. 

“i was going to handle that,” you pout when he doesn’t say anything, honestly a little turned on by his caveman-like behavior even though you would never tell him that. he knows you can fight your own battles, even though he decided to step in. it’s a matter of him showing the guy who has a bigger dick, rather than him being narrow minded. 

“i’ll show you what you can handle,” he grumbles, gesturing at you to follow him as he stalks away. 

you follow him like a helpless moth to a flame as he leads you into the guest bedroom on the main floor. you let him, the fight inside of you having not left but waiting for the right moment. not in front of everyone, your brain supplies helpfully. 

“what, you didn’t want to use chan’s bedroom?” you ask as he closes the door behind you. “really seal in the deal, since there’s no way he doesn’t know about us now-“

he cuts you off with a searing kiss, his hands ember-warm on either side of your face as he holds you close to him. 

“do not talk about your brother when i’m about to fuck you,” he murmurs against your lips. 

oh. 

“who says i want you to?” you back away, false bravado coating your words. of course you want him to. you never stop wanting him. 

“you’re telling me you’re not wet right now?” he arches a brow at you. “i saw how you were looking at me. you forget how well i can read you.”

the unspoken sentiment of you can say no, it’s your choice is hidden in his words. you know him just as well as he knows you, well enough to be able to read between the lines that he’s laid out for you. 

but he’s right - you are wet. the feeling gets more intense as he steps back into your space and you let him, meeting his lips with a sigh. 

he kneels to the floor when you part, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down with your panties inch by inch. he presses fluttering kisses to each bit of skin that’s revealed until your legs feel weak and shaky. he tosses the clothes to the side once they’re off, not showing them a fraction of the reverence that he shows you as he stands and helps you to lay onto the bed, cushioning your head onto the pillows. 

he drapes his body over yours after dealing with his own pants and boxers, leaning his head down to kiss and bite at your neck as he slowly grinds against you. 

“mine,” he mumbles into your skin, making your skin flush and your entire body sing. 

“yes,” you breath out, tilting your head back for him. he jerks at your verbal confirmation, growling into your neck before leaning up on his forearm to look at you. 

“come on, my sweet girl,” he says, letting the head of his cock slide through your folds in an infuriatingly teasing way. it catches in your clit with each swipe and you have to bite your tongue to hold back the noises that threaten to spill from your mouth. the sounds coming from your bodies are already obscene enough. “show me who you belong to.”

“fuck, i’m your-“ your sentence can’t even make it out before he sinks into you in one full strike, his hips connecting with yours. a gasp leaves your throat and he smirks, a satisfied glint swimming in his eyes like there always is when he pulls out a reaction from you. 

“let me hear you,” he says, rocking into you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him dragging in and out of you. you slide your hands into the back of his shirt and dig your nails into his muscle, letting out a moan when he pushes his hips even deeper. 

“yes, yes,” your voice is strangled, your breath is punched out with every push of his cock. you’re so full of him, he’s covering every inch of you and yet it’s not enough. “please, more?”

his eyes go soft when he looks at you, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, then the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. 

“how can i say no when you ask so nicely?” he says, voice soft and just bordering on condescending. he picks up his pace, the headboard rocking back and forth with your bodies as he rolls his hips in a steady rhythm. 

you’re letting out little staccato bursts of breath in tune with his movements that morph into thready moans when he switches his angle just so. he’s hitting that spot inside of you just right, making your entire body feel like it’s on fire and doused in ice water all at once. you feel the pressure building in your lower belly, too soon even though it feels like he’s been fucking you for hours. 

“come for me,” he pants out, the exertion catching up to him even though he doesn’t pause even for a moment. “please, baby, i need to see you fall apart for me.”

so you do. your legs shake as your orgasm takes over, clenching around him over and over and you can’t even keep track of the noises spilling out of your mouth because it feels so good. 

he keeps going, even as you begin to twitch in the pleasure-pain of oversensitivity until he’s pulling out and spilling onto your thighs. he collapses next to you, pulling you close so he can bury his face into your hair as you both come down from your highs. 

“i love you, you know that right?” it’s the first time you’ve said it to him. the timing is wrong, the location is wrong, but you couldn’t let yourself leave this room without telling him that. he jerks away and blinks as you, once, twice, three times before kissing you until you’re breathless again, not giving you any time to regret your words. 

“i love you too,” he says when he pulls back, his lips red and shiny where they’re pulled into a helpless smile. his hair is a mess and his eyes are watery and tinged a little pink but he looks beautiful. 

“well, lover,” you grin, pressing one last peck to his lips. “clean yourself off of me, please.”

his smile drops into a scowl but his eyes stay soft as he rolls off the bed to find a towel. he cleans you up gently and helps you back into your clothes, contrasted by the way he swats your butt once you’re both dressed. 

“my shirt is wrinkled,” you whine, looking down at the mussed up fabric hanging from your frame. 

“it’s a party, everyone’s shirt is wrinkled,” he says, smoothing his hands down your sides. “no one will notice.”

but when you return to the living room it’s not your shirt that you have to worry about. most of the party had left, leaving only seven of your closest friends. 

seven of your closest friends that are now staring at the two of you, all conversations paused when they notice you there.  

“really? minho?” chan says, arching an eyebrow. he looks stern, but you know him; it’s a show. he’s not really mad. a breath of relief rushes out of your lungs. “of all of them, minho? you couldn’t have chosen seungmin?”

“hey,” seungmin pouts from across the room, looking offended. you can’t help the laugh that bursts out of your lungs at the put-out expression on his face, and it’s like the tension in the room deflates. everyone relaxes, even minho, who sags against you a little bit.

“trust me minnie,” you start, shrugging. “if it was a choice i could make, i would have chosen you in a heartbeat.”

seungmin’s blinding smile is overshadowed by minho’s affronted shout, followed by a chorus of laughter from all the people you love. 

let me see you

a/n: just you watching minho jerk himself off. <1k. SMUT - MINORS DNI

it’s a game the two of you play - riling each other up and pushing the other out of their comfort zone, always testing the limits in a way that leaves the both of you feeling out of control in the best possible way. 

you of course had days where you’d fall into each other’s arms and fuck slow and sweet, whispering declarations of love into each others’ ears. you had days where you both fell asleep tangled together on the couch, warm and fully clothed and comfortable just being near each other. there’s days where you have to spend them apart, him traveling or you visiting your family, and you’d fall asleep to the sound of each other’s slow breathing over the phone. 

this was not one of those days. 

this was a day where you won the unspoken game, you got the upper hand, you’re calling the shots. a day where you can do whatever you want with him, have him do whatever you wanted him to do with you, soft and pliant under you as he holds on to your every word. 

except, you didn’t want that. what you wanted was the image of him in front of you as he is right now, fully stripped and naked and vulnerable on the bed with you standing at the foot of it, clothed and so, so turned on. he had taken off his clothes in record time, flopping on the bed as he eagerly stared at you, waiting for you to touch him. 

“touch yourself,” you say instead of doing that. he looks at you with his eyes wide in shock while his cock twitches a little at your command. it’s hard and flushed against his stomach, has been since before you even made it to the room. you raise an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t move, as threatening as you can manage while admiring the smooth planes and curves of his body. 

“really?” he says, voice incredulous as his hand travels tentatively down his body, stopping a hair's breadth from his swollen cock. you nod, a breath escaping you as his hand finally fists his cock and his head angles back against the pillows. 

“look at me,” you say sharply, gripping one of his ankles, the only part of him that you’re going to touch for a while. he tilts his head back down, slightly kiltered off to the side as he slowly strokes himself. his eyes are hooded and dark, and he takes in a sharp breath when he curves his wrist a bit. 

you squeeze his ankle, tightening your fingers around his skin, and he speeds up without you having to ask. good boy, you don’t say out loud. he doesn’t need it, or deserve it, not yet. 

he bites his lip as he works himself, his chest and neck flushing red as his breaths turn shallow and quick. his cock looks so pretty in his hand, his graceful fingers curving around himself so well as he jerks himself off with a familiarity only he can have. no matter how hard you try, you’re never going to know his body as well as he does, and it’s worth it just for moments like this where you see sides of him you can’t pull out of him yourself. 

“let me hear you,” you breathe out when you see him biting his lip to hold back a moan. you’re almost as out of breath as he is just from watching him, he looks gorgeous laid out in front of you like this. he lets out a drawn out groan, tapering into a whimper when your hand trails up a bit to stroke his calf. you’re leaned over him now, watching his hand intently, your eyes don’t stray other than to look into his own. 

he’s letting out harsh pants in between moans as his hand loses it’s rhythm, little ah-ah-ah’s escaping his plush lips; he’s close, and you can’t stop yourself from climbing over him as his face contorts in pleasure. you kiss him, taking advantage of the way his mouth is slack and open by dipping your tongue inside, sliding along his teeth before pulling away. 

“come for me,” you say against his lips, smiling when he chokes out a cry and his entire body tenses, thighs trembling. he arches up into his hand as he releases onto his stomach, his body following your command like he’s possessed. you keep your eyes on his and he doesn’t look away, not even to blink as a haze takes over and he’s left dazed and slumped into the bed underneath you. 

you look down to see his cum painting his stomach and you slide your finger through it, marveling at how he coats your skin. you bring it to his mouth and he opens obediently, sucking the digit in and hallowing his cheeks as he continues to stare at you with half lidded eyes. 

he’s perfect. 

“my good boy,” you marvel, eyes fond as you smile at him before settling against his side, your cheek squished to his shoulder. 

“clean?” he asks, voice soft and brow furrowed. 

“later,” you hum against him. 

“mmkay,” he says, eyes slipping closed as he drifts off. 

feel the beat

word count: <1k

warnings: afab!reader, oral (f. receiving), mentions of multiple orgasms, mentions of bruises, minor choking, teasing, edging, soft dom!minho, sub!reader - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: minho has this way of bringing out the most obedient sub in you

minho has this way of making you behave, more so than any partner you’ve ever had. your naturally bratty attitude fizzles out and dissolves as soon as he put his hands on you, your waist, your neck, your back, anywhere. you’re pliant and cooperative in his bed the way you’re argumentative and combative anywhere else. you thrive off of his praises and collect them to tuck away into a little pocket of your brain only he can access.

which explains how you’ve found yourself in your current predicament, spread out on your bed with his face between your legs. you’ve been leaking since he first instructed you to strip, leaving only a short chain around your neck with his initial on it, almost short enough to be a choker, or a collar.

your arms are crossed above your head, triceps shaking with the effort to keep them there as he instructed. good girl, he had said once you got into position, leaving goosebumps all over your body as you waited for him to touch you. you’re letting out whimpers now as he works, one of his hands holding your thigh, fingers digging into your skin in a way you hope will leave bruises.

there’s a song playing but you couldn’t tell what it was. he’s tapping out what can only be described as an unholy rhrythm into your clit with his fingers to the beat of the song as his tongue dives in and out of you, teasing you and keeping you right on the edge of pleasure. he’s singing along the best he can with his tongue occupied, his hums reverberating throughout your entire body sending jolts of pleasure through your bloodstream. it’s all part of the game, you’re to wait until the song is over to cum. but was the song over? is this the same song, or did another one play? you can’t tell.

“min-“ you breathe out, gasping when he switches to rubbing his fingers in slow circles. “please-“

he speeds up his fingers instead of answering you, and your moans become increasingly breathy and high. you can’t finish even your thoughts, let alone a sentence. you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed, but he taps at your thigh twice - eyes on me, he doesn’t have to say. you’re too well trained for him to have to use words anymore.

you pry your eyes open and what a sight he makes, head bobbing in his effort, hair already a bit sweaty and curling at the edges. you meet his eyes and they’re dark and hungry, staring at you like you’re his prey.

the coils get impossibly tight in your lower belly, burning with pleasure, and you can’t hold back anymore. you grind your hips into face as the pleasure overwhelms you, your orgasm hitting just as the final beat of the song plays. he moves to lap at your clit as you ride through your aftershocks, your body spasming as it became too much. his hands hold your hips down as he eats you out into overstimulation, and you want to scream from how good it hurts. he finally let up, turning to press a soft, wet kiss to your inner thigh before sitting back, lips red and bruised. you’re left slumped into the mattress, sweating and panting and arms sore, so drowsy that you felt like you could sleep right there.

“oh, kitten,” he says, tutting with a condescendingly sad look on his face when he sees your eyes droop. the pet name send another jolt through your sore pussy, and you choke back a moan. “you didn’t think you were done just because you came, were you? you almost didn’t last until the end of the song. i have so much more planned for you.”

he climbs over you, gracefully cat-like and eyes feral, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth with one hand while he strokes your side gently with the other, a perfect balance only he knows how to achieve for you. you can feel how hard he is where his hips align with yours, but he makes no move to relieve himself - this night is about you. your torture, your pleasure, your pain, your ecstasy.

you choke on his fingers when they enter deep, but suckle on them when he wiggles them out a bit, moaning when you taste yourself on them. his shirt rubs against your sensitive nipples, making you whimper and drool around his fingers. you’re reminded of the contrast between the two of you, you completely exposed and spread and him fully clothed and looking more composed than he had the right to be. his free hand creeps down your stomach to your pussy, making you shiver in fear, or anticipation, you can hardly tell anymore.

“my playlist has five songs left. you think you can cum five more times for me?”

kinktober - day one

kink: breeding kink with chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. talk of birth control. unprotected sex. afab!reader.

the thing is, you don’t even want kids. or at least, not right now, not in the place in life you were. you’re sure that if you ever did end up wanting kids that you would want them with chan though, the most perfect and gentle soul with the perfect balance of sweet and spicy that you would love to see passed down the genetic line. even so, it doesn’t explain why the thought of him spilling inside of you and filling you up to the brim makes you shiver in unabridged desire.

it’s a thought that you’ve kept to yourself until now. for all of his quick jokes and dirty humor, chan is pretty tame in bed - he knows what he likes, what you like, and rarely strays from it. he’s always been willing to try new things, whether it results in the best fuck of your combined lives or with the two of you giggling all over each other, but for some reason this one is different.

it’s only after he’s pulled out two orgasms from you, one with his fingers and the other with his mouth, that you let it slip out right as he’s slipping himself into you. 

“oh, fuck,” you grunt, bearing down on chan’s dick as he bottoms out. “knock me up baby, come on.”

“wait, really?” he stops moving just as he’s almost pulled out, mouth gaped open, leaving your core pulsing around nothing and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. “i just mean, we haven’t talked about it, shouldn’t we get married firs-”

“no not really, i’m on birth control, dumbass,” you raise yourself up, glutes on fire as you try and fuck yourself on his cock, taking the both of your breaths away for a moment. “it’s just really hot to imagine. now fill me up with your babies, please.”

you don’t know if it’s your tone or your words, crude as they were, but his eyes harden just a bit and he slams his hips down with enough force that yours press up against the mattress again, making you see stars. 

“how can i deny you anything when you ask so nicely?” he says, punctuating every other word with a harsh thrust and you for a moment you can’t even remember what he was talking about with the way your thoughts are tangled up.

“you’d give me anything, hmm?” your voice comes out in whisps, your breath utterly taken away by him. 

he gets a bit animalistic then, like he’s trying to get into the mood, to match you on your level at his own pace - which seems to be fast, if the way he’s drilling into you like a jackhammer has anything to say about it. 

“you’re going to look so good with my baby inside of you,” he rubs at your lower belly before pushing down, stimulating you from either side as he continues fucking into you so slowly. he’s finally letting himself lean into it, the logic that he was trying to work around suddenly forgotten in lieu of ramming into you like he would die if he stopped. 

“come on,” you twist your hips a bit, letting him hit new spots within you that send your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “come in me, you can do it baby.”

you know you won’t be able to come again until you feel his release inside of you, costing your walls like a painting. you continue urging him, sweet words in his ears and whispered encouragements that make his arms tighten just a little bit more around you until he comes with a growl. his movements go slack, little aborted thrusts, and he buries his head into your neck just as you come around his length. 

it takes the two of you several moments to come down from your highs, the sound of your panting covering the entire room.

“no!” you cry out almost involuntarily when he moves to pull out, the slightest budge that causes some of the cum inside of you to slip out. your hands grasp at his hips, holding him against you and the movement drives him further inside of you than he had been all night. you shake in oversensitivity, the tiny drag of him against your walls burning so good.

he’s not entirely unaffected either, shown by the way he all but collapses on top of you. he’s covering you completely, his weight on top of you and his softening cock inside of you a comfort. 

“do you think it took?” he massages at your belly, right where his cock was. if you weren’t also as hazy as him, you might have snarked back at him about how it’s very unlikely that it did, but any comment you might have made fizzled out with one look at his dazed face. his eyes were soft, clouded over a bit and he had a small smile on his face as he looked up at you from where his head was resting on your chest. 

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professor bang

word count: 2.3k

warnings: unprotected sex, power imbalance (grad student x professor), multiple orgasms, chan calling the reader pet/good girl

synopsis: you laid out a perfectly crafted trap to seduce the hot professor - too bad he’s one step ahead of you.

the midday air is unsuspecting as you walk down the creaky hallway, floorboards of the psychology building groaning under your feet. the nerves are close to eating you up whole but you continue walking, too far into your plan to turn back now - you know what you want, and you’re going to get it. no one turns an eye as you walk past open doors, the hem of your dress swishing around your knees. they’re accustomed to seeing you here, being a graduate student in the department means you spend more time here than you do in your own apartment. 

you stop at one door in a series of identical ones, only told apart by a worn out plaque listing a room number and a shinier, newer one reading “christopher bang, ph.d.” underneath it.

the door is cracked just a bit, enough for you to peer inside and there he is, standing in front of his desk, wearing a crisp white shirt under a grayish-blue blazer. his pants are too tight to be suitable for a professor, and they cling to his thighs and stretch across his ass perfectly, making you pause in the doorway with a hungry stare that lasts for too many seconds. 

when you look up you meet his eyes and it makes you jump; you didn’t know that he knew you were there. this doesn’t fit in the plan.

the plan you cooked up when he got a little too cozy with you during the department holiday party last semester. the plan you’ve been making and scrapping and working yourself up to execute, avoiding him at every corner so that he wouldn’t know. you were supposed to surprise him, walk in pretending like you needed help with some assignment, getting closer and closer to him until your breaths were intermingling and then you’d look into his eyes and he would glance at your lips and-

and now he’s caught you checking him out like some kind of creep. 

“oh, hi y/n,” he says, eyes turning crinkly as he looks at you with a shit-eating grin. fuck.  

now that you’ve been found out, you slide inside the gap in the door, shutting it closed behind you and letting the lock click behind your back. if he notices, he doesn’t react, steady eyes trained on you as your feet take you closer and closer to his desk.

“hi professor bang,” you say, surprised by how clear your voice comes out. that’s good, you wouldn’t want him to know how nervous you are just yet, it would add to his smugness and you didn’t know if you could handle his ego being even bigger than it is right now. 

“what can i do for you?” he says, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk. the blazer stretches over his shoulders and the material does nothing to hide his biceps and your mouth waters. he quirks an eyebrow at you when you don’t speak for a moment, and you have to clear your throat before any sound comes out.

“i needed some help with a research project,” you say, moving close enough to him that if anyone were to walk in they would absolutely report the both of you for some kind of ethical violation. good thing you locked the door, then. “i was hoping you could be of service.”

“oh?” he leans further back into the desk, fully relaxed in a way you wish you were. “what kind of project?”

“well, it has to do with human connection,” you trail a finger across the collar of his blazer, further down until it catches on a button, in a show of false confidence. “i was looking to maybe get some hands-on experience? for research, of course.”

you feel a swell of victory when his breath catches in his throat and his arms loosen from where they were crossed to drop at his side. 

“well i certainly am the expert in that domain,” he drawls, eyes flickering down to your lips and back up. “i did write my dissertation on it, after all.”

it’s a lie - you’ve read his dissertation, full of information about cognitive theory and eye movements and other things that honestly went way over your head. not a single mention of human connection was in that document, but the fact that he’s so readily playing along with you means that you didn’t misread anything. either he wants you, or he enjoys toying with you; either way, you were on board.

even more so when he takes his blazer off, throwing it off to the side like it didn’t cost him an aggressive amount of money to buy. you’ve seen the designer labels on him plenty of times enough to know he likes to treat himself to nice things. 

you’re hoping you can be his next nice thing, the next possession that he flaunts and parades around. 

you lean in for a kiss, but he surprises you and flips the both of you around until you’re backed up into the desk. he’s leaning over you, dark eyes looking down at you like you’re his prey. 

“let’s even the playing field a bit, shall we?” his voice has gone down, low and sultry, and you feel your head loll back from how it makes you feel. he makes quick work of removing your dress, letting the material pool to the floor so he could focus on your bra. it’s your favorite one, lacey and red and sexy, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. he takes a second to admire it, fingering at the strap around your shoulder and sliding his thumb into the cup before he reaches behind you and unhooks it in one try. it joins his blazer and your dress on the floor a moment later, and you’re left feeling exposed in front of him. 

“how is this even?” you ask, resisting the urge to cover yourself with your hands. “you’re still wearing all of your clothes.”

“well, sweetheart,” he starts, moving impossibly closer to you. “we’re in my office. that means i get to decide the rules, no?”

he swipes an arm across the table behind you before you can answer. papers flutter in the air, and he’s hiking you up onto the desk before they reach the ground. his hands are under your thighs, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. one of his hands snakes into the band of your underwear, your sensitive skin erupting in goosebumps from his touch.

“so wet,” he says, a smirk painting his face as his fingers part your folds to make slow circles around your clit. it shouldn’t be enough to send shivers up your spine, but it’s him, so it does.

“for you,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes. the amused glint in his eyes turns sharp, dark and possessive. just what you wanted. 

“this is mine?” he asks, cupping you in his hand while his other reaches around the small of your back to hold you close to him.

“yours,” you hum, nodding even though his attention certainly wasn’t on your head.

he dips his fingers inside of you, gliding easily inside from how his fingers are coated with your juices. when he crooks his fingers and thumbs at your clit your head tips back, and you might have lost your balance if he wasn’t holding you so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. 

it’s on your third time stumbling over the word professor that he leans into your ear and tells you to call him chris, his lips kissing your ear as he works you to your high. you’re shaking apart on his desk and yet he doesn’t relent, he continues to move his fingers with fervor until you can’t help but push at his chest to get him to stop. 

“chris,” you stutter out when he latches his lips to your neck, open mouthed and hot as his fingers move to grab at your thighs. his hands are so big, veins bulging as he digs his fingers in. you hope there are bruises there, tomorrow. and the next day. 

“gonna fuck you now, okay?” he says, voice husky. “for research.”

“yeah, research,” you breath out, using both your hands to cradle his face so that you could kiss him, finally. his lips are as soft as you imagined, plushy pillows that you could find yourself lost in for hours. he keeps his lips on yours as he moves your underwear down and off, helping you balance so he could slide it under your thighs until you’re bare in front of him. you’re unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers, and he chuckles against you when you can’t get one of them open.

“funny?” you break away from him, eyes trained on the way his lips are red and slick with spit. 

“you’re cute,” condescension lines his voice and a spark of anger runs through you at how he knows he has the upper hand. he gently takes your hands away from his clothes and makes quick work of them himself. in what feels like a split second, he’s stripped of his shirt and pants and he’s pulling down his boxers, revealing smooth planes of muscle and strong thighs and bulging arms that you’ve fantasized about for months. you don’t know if you want to cover them in bites or let him crush you with them more - there will be time for that, the next time. 

you know there’s going to be a next time if it’s already this good and he’s barely even done anything to you yet. 

he spreads your thighs apart further, and you don’t miss how he licks his lips at the view of your dripping cunt in front of him before he lines himself up at your entrance. you barely got a glimpse of his cock, but your mouth waters at the idea of it being inside of you. he glides his cock through your folds a few time, slicking himself up before pressing his head inside of you. 

when he bottoms out you can’t help but tighten your walls around him, helpless to the desires of your own body, and the groan he lets out makes you clench down even harder. 

“relax, pet,” he says, panting a bit. his thumb strokes at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “i’m going to take good care of you okay? but you need to relax for me.”

he leans down to kiss you again, and it must be a good enough distraction because he begins moving in time with the swipes of his tongue on your teeth. every time he rocks into you the air punches out of your lungs, you’re so full. he moves his face to the crook of your neck to hide his own labored breaths when he increases his pace, thrusting into you faster than you can keep up with. 

he’s pressing you into the desk with each movement of his hips, the sharp corner against your legs sending pricks of pain up to your head. the game is over, the research bit is done, now it’s just chris taking what he wants from you. you love it. his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright, and you latch onto him like a lifeline. you’re completely at his mercy, entirely submissive to the way he’s keeping you still so he can use you. 

you can tell he’s close when he pushes his head even further into your skin, fingers gripping your back and his movements becoming sharp and purposeful. he spills into you a second later with a bite to your neck, and you can’t help yourself from following him as your head tips back in pleasure. 

when he pulls out you wince, the emptiness that he’s left you with feeling worse than you’ve ever felt with anyone else. he lowers you onto the desk slowly, letting your head rest on his mousepad as he runs his hands up and down your sides in comforting sweeps. you’re utterly spent, two orgasms hitting your limit, even more intense coming from him. 

“one more,” he drawls out, not showing compassion at all for the way you’re panting and drooling onto his desk. “you can do one more for me, can’t you?”

“no, no, no,” your voice comes out thready and light, barely a sound. his hand returns to your core either way, slow circles of his fingers around your clit making your body twitch with each pass. the oversensitivity is too much, but you’re too weak to pull away from him. you don’t even know if you want to, anymore. 

“there’s my good girl,” he grins when you whine and rut down onto his hand. you didn’t know it was possible, but the coils in your lower belly start to tighten faster than before. you’re coming before you even realize it’s happening, pleasure seeping from your core to your fingertips, an all encompassing sensation that you can’t put words to. it lasts for what feels like forever, waves and waves of ecstasy rocking through your body until your vision blacks out for a moment. 

“you did so good,” he finally stops and you press your legs together to stop him from returning. he’s pressing kisses to your body, your thighs and your stomach up to your neck and cheeks as he mumbles praises into your skin. his hand runs through your hair, pushing the sweaty locks that were stuck to your forehead out of the way so he could press a final, sweet kiss to your forehead. “so good for me. so pretty, my precious pet.”

and even as he takes care of you, cleans you up and helps you back into your clothes and feeds you water, you’re holding back a smirk. because he thinks he has the upper hand, he thinks he won, but you can guarantee that he’ll be knocking at your door before the week is over.

HONEY

PAIRING: minho + seungmin x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY: You finally get to spend a lazy day in bed with your boyfriends. Playful bickering. Smut with feelings. The usual.

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You’re used to waking up alone, especially recently. You’re lucky to get any time together at all. Seungmin works nights, Minho during the day. Your schedule is all over the place. It’s why you’re a little confused when you wake strewn half across a warm body, your check pressed to bare skin. Minho usually crept out before you’d woken, making time for a gym session before he started his day. Seungmin would crawl into bed just as you were starting your day. So who were you sleeping on?

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— lollipop

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff?, roommates to lovers, sub!hyunjin, switch!hyunjin. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 4k

summary: your roommate f*cks a fleshlight, then f*cks you. oil massages and pervy behaviour are involved.

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FEAST

PAIRING: minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. desperate floor sex. dry humping. overstim. biting. licking. WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Minho teaches you self defence and then…. well ya know.

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“Remember to slap the mat,” he reminds you again as he takes your wrist. 

“Mm, I got it.” 

“I’ll take some of your weight, just—”

“Fall safely, I know.” 

He’d only been teaching you a few weeks. ‘Self defence’ he’d called it. A combination of mixed martial arts which you could use against people far bigger and stronger than yourself. It was a response to a minor incident, so minor you wouldn’t have brought it up if he hadn’t happened to call you at the right time. You were a little late as you’d avoided a group of clearly wasted men. It was a minor detour really, but he’d always call when you weren’t home after dark.

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ZIPPER

PAIRING: minho x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. established relationship. CONTENT: 18+ only. shy reader. marking. desperation. mutual obsession. unprotected intercourse. biting. body worship. overstimulation. mention of violence. oral (m. rec). WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTE: yeah it’s my birthday tomorrow and i wrote this as a gift to myself. @lino-nyangi​ and @tasteracha​ encouraged this. no other comment at this time.

SUMMARY: when your boyfriend asks you what you want for your birthday, only one thing comes to mind. you want to dress him in an outfit of your choosing.

PART ONE | DRABBLE: SWEAT | PART TWO

You’re backed up against the wall when the door opens, mentally preparing yourself for seeing him in the outfit you’d picked out. He’d laughed as you’d explained what you wanted for your birthday, eyes on the floor at the embarrassment of it all. You wanted to go out and pick an outfit and have him wear it for you. He only ever wore baggy pants, t-shirts and hoodies. You love him in whatever he wore but he never showed off all the work he’d put in at the gym. Despite his relentless teasing at your request, he’d agreed. Of course he agreed. He always did. He might act like everything was the biggest inconvenience he’d ever faced in his life, but he hadn’t turned you down once since you’d been together. You’d learned that’s just how he was. He never wanted anyone to know how much he cared. 

He looks up at you the moment the bedroom door shuts behind him, tugging his pants up his waist a little. You press your lips together as he looks at you expectantly. 

“Well?” he prompts.

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strawberries

pairing: minho + jisung x fem!reader genre: smut. established relationship [boyfriend!minho]. boyfriend’s best friend [jisung]. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 5k

summary: your boyfriend catches his best friend moaning your name.

Minho and Jisung were practically a package deal. Your boyfriend had even brought his best friend along on your third date. “He’s feeling down,” he’d said, the only explanation he’d offered. Luckily, you liked him. He was a little reserved at first, only opening up when you’d been dating Minho a few months. You ended up spending a lot of time with him without Minho, waking up to find your boyfriend had left for work and spending the day with his roommate instead. He was sweet, made you laugh, and you shared a love of Ghibli. It wasn’t until a year into your relationship that Minho had brought his friend’s little crush to your attention. 

Minho drapes his arm over you now, pulling you back into his chest. His lips brush against the skin behind your ear as he speaks. “Caught him again,” he mutters. “Got home late and heard him gasping your name.”

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spiderweb

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, roommates to lovers, brothers best friend.  content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 7.4k

summary: he’s spent so long in denial. when he finally realises you’ve trapped him in your web, he panics. mutual pining. minho’s pov.

He startles awake at a high pitched scream before tumbling out of bed and scrambling to his feet. “Minho!” you scream again just as he’s swinging the door open that separates your bedrooms. He rushes into the room, kicking something across the floor as he struggles to locate you in the darkness. “What is it?! What’s wrong?” he asks, the frantic tone of his voice matching his clumsy movements. That’s when he spots you, perched on top of your dresser in the corner of your room.

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HELLO STRANGER. MASTERLIST.

summary: after watching everyone around you pair off with their soulmate, you finally get your turn. a slow burn strangers to enemies to lovers soulmate!au with jealousy and angst and smut and suffering (and softness ofc).

pairing: minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au. enemies to lovers. jealousy. pining. unrequited love. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings before each chapter. word count: currently 45k

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› part three

› part four

› part five

› part six

› part seven

› part eight

› part nine

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