Manifesting A Good Day For Every Tumblr Girl Out There In The Cruel Unforgiving World

manifesting a good day for every tumblr girl out there in the cruel unforgiving world

I am still not over this and cb is tomorrow…

Fucking shit—

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my mind is going places… from the moment he salid “good kitten” it just kept getting better

help

warnings: somewhat dubcon, degradation, rough sex, off-screen aftercare.

“good girl,” minho whispers, wiping the sweaty strands of hair off your forehead and planting a gentle kiss on the skin there, “my good kitty.”

his words are a stark contrast to his actions, two hands gripping roughly at your thighs while his cock thrusts in and out of you steadily. you feel limp in his hands, completely numb as he fucks you through your second orgasm. you are convinced you can’t feel pleasure anymore; you know you’re wrong the moment his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, solid circles. your body jerks violently at the touch, your hands clutching minho, scratching his abs roughly. he merely snorts. 

you can see he’s not totally unaffected; he clenches his jaw when he touches your pussy, probably a direct result from your cunt tensing around his cock. but he’s nowhere close to the state you are in, thoroughly overstimulated by the two orgasms you’ve already had, thighs trembling as small ‘uh, uh, uh'’s escape your lips, your brain’s unable to form any coherent words anymore. you can’t even beg; you wouldn’t know what you would be begging for anyway.

“is that good?” he asks: a rhetorical question. of course it’s good. if it was bad, you would’ve said so. but you can’t even form the words anymore.

minho’s cock is sufficient, bigger than you’d see some men carry, and his perfect aim causes him to wreck your g-spot every single time. maybe the initial stretch, where he soothes you by bending over and kissing your lips softly, rubbing your back and whispering, “biiig stretch, yeah, there you go,” was painful, but you’re eventually only left with delirious pleasure. 

you’re confused when you suddenly feel a sharp pain run through your body, and your head immediately snaps down to look at the place that the feeling originated from; a wide-eyed minho with his thumb and pointer finger around the bud of your clit, his head cocked sideways in curiosity. his face contorts into pure bliss as suddenly you clench around his cock. 

“you like that? you like it when i hurt you, when i pinch your clit like that?” your face heats up at the comment, but it also sends a delicious shiver up your cunt. minho barks out something akin to a laugh, but it’s not that wholly, because his cock twitches inside of you, and you realize he’s cumming, a hot liquid spreading itself inside. 

minho must’ve been surprised. you were a softie, not feisty or mean or rough ever, at least not if you weren’t pissed off. he must’ve thought you hated anything but vanilla sex, hell, judging by the look on his face the pinch was probably just an accident, but there is little that made you feel quite as good as what minho just did. 

“jesus christ, i can’t fucking believe you,” minho breathes heavily, still inside your cunt to come down from his high, “who would’ve thought my good kitty was such a slut?” well, that gets your brain running again. 

“‘m not a slut,” you slur, gently pulling away from his grip, his cock slipping out of your glossy cunt. you forget minho is much, much stronger than you, and in bare seconds you’re right back where you were. minho laughs, a real one this time.

“you’re not a slut? how are you gonna explain that you like being hurt so much, then?” you whine, struggling against the hard grip minho has on your wrists, but not being able to move an inch. you give a kick against his shins in an attempt to escape. 

you realize it’s a wrong move - or maybe a right one - as minho lets out a barely audible groan, and a flat hand spanks you on the side of your thigh. it stings, you realize, and squeal. minho grabs you firmly by the jaw and holds your face right in front of his, noses touching. you can’t call it a kunik; not with the unfiltered anger in his eyes and the strong hold he has on you.

“you answer with your words, brat. not by picking a fight,” he begins, moving the hand that isn’t on your mouth to your hair and hoisting you a few inches up by it, “because if you do, you’re gonna get it back twice as badly. you understand?”

you understand, you’re far from stupid. you spit in his face nonetheless. 

for a second, there is nothing but a shocked silence as minho moves a hand up to his face, experimentally feeling the saliva on his cheek. his eyes are as wide and confused as a little earlier. they harden instantly, but it feels as if it stretches to eternity, everything moving in slow motion. he grits his teeth, says nothing, and swiftly twists your body until you're on your stomach. next, he uses one hand to push your head into the soft pillow with a not-so-soft movement and uses the other the wrap his arm around your waist and push your hips upwards. he does not let you get used to any feeling; his cock is snug inside you immediately, pressing in and out without mercy. you think you scream, but you aren’t sure because your ears are filled with white noise, and the pillow muffles most of your sounds.

“oh, you’re not a slut,” he says between thrusts, not mockingly, totally serious, “you’re all mine. my personal fucking painslut.” his words are mean, insults thrown onto you. terrifyingly enough, you feel your body flush with pleasure, becoming hotter and hotter. minho groans and cums for the second time that evening, and exactly that does it for you; his cum squelching between his thrusts, dripping out of your cunt on the bed, his rough words, “mine to fucking breed.”

you come and collapse onto the bed, your shivering legs unable to hold you up any longer. minho slaps your thigh one last time, but it’s more gentle and loving than before, and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering: “my fucking baby, aren’t you?”

“So this makes us what?” | fwb lee minho

pairings: lee know x f.reader

genre: smut | fwb trope | +18 minors DNI

requested by @kyungpenguin33 ˜ sorry this took forever to write, darling. i hope you like it <3

summary: you and minho had been friends for a while, but it all changes one rainy afternoon. now someone is jealous and can't really stand just being friends with benefits (college!au)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: biting, marking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (big no-no), minho calls reader bunny, slight argument, jealousy... lmk if I forgot something

Enjoy (;

His number 2 pencil snapped in his hand. 

Not that anyone would notice, especially not you. Your attention was somewhere else, better said, on someone else. Minho’s chest feels heavy as he watches how your deskmate puts his arm around you. Does he have a death wish? Minho shakes his head trying to calm down his thoughts. Of course, your deskmate didn’t have a death wish. He, like everyone else, is aloof about what goes on behind closed doors between you and Minho. The way you moan under his touch, how impatient you become when he teases you, oh, and the look on your face when he eats you out. 

It’s celestial yet sinful. 

Minho scoffs. What is so great about that dude anyway? You are way too much for him, you are the sunshine itself. You bring life into every situation no matter how difficult it is. It is hard for Minho to shake off these feelings, especially when you two are supposed to be just friends who fuck. 

It all started one rainy afternoon. Water poured heavily as you tried to focus on the movie Minho insisted you watch. It was ‘the best thing ever’, but although you tried not to hate it, the movie was incredibly boring and you rather be napping. Your eyelids feel heavy, drowsiness overpowers your body, and the next thing you know your eyes open to a very sleepy Minho. He is an angel walking the Earth, tortured, joyful, and beautiful. His head rests on your shoulders, his purple hair slightly covering his eyes as the two of you now lay on the very soft and cozy couch. Little drops of rain hit the window and your index finger lands on his perfect nose, then his perfect lips which are slightly parted. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” he asks. His eyes were still closed. 

Your heart almost stops as your body jumps, scared. 

Minho chuckles and tries to resume his nap, his head now getting cozy on the crook of your neck. You swallow hard, his breath tickles that very sensitive spot on your neck. No. You can’t think of him in that way. This is your friend, your friend. But when Minho plants a little kiss on the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, you are doomed. 

A soft moan involuntarily escaped your lips. 

Minho smiles, the corners of his lips going up. So he plants another kiss and another and another. His tongue ever-so-slightly tasting your skin, creating in you a euphoric feeling you hope never ends. His eyes land on yours, a silent petition to kiss you. There is no need to verbally answer him, you nod and your lips are on his. His lips gracing yours, feel like cotton candy, soft and sweet. You bring your face down to his and the moment his tongue touches your bottom lip the dynamic changes. 

Minho’s hands are quick and skillful to reach your hips and pull you on top of him. You feel his erection pulsating through his sweatpants as you straddle him, still not breaking the kiss. It feels so easy to strip off your clothes in front of him. For Minho is the same, he loves the warmth of your skin and wants to worship every part of you, but your eagerness is palpable and to him, pleasing you is now a must. 

Never in his life, Minho would have thought he would be inside you. Did he imagine it? Well, in all honestly he tried to stop himself any time his mind would go there. But fuck, he couldn’t, his will wasn’t that strong. However, now it is a whole different deal, you are here, riding him like a fucking goddess. The way your ass keeps bouncing up and down, your hips rocking back and forth. You drive him into madness, his brain can’t process how all this is happening. If he gets to have you, then let him be damned. 

You, on the other hand, feel the heat radiating from Minho’s body, your sweat mixing with his as your tongue clashes with his fighting for dominance. It is not the first time you have had skin-to-skin contact with your friend. You’ve hugged and cuddled a little bit before. But the way his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, encouraging you to keep going makes your pussy wetter and your moans louder. 

Skin-slapping sounds in crescendo, Minho positions his feet flat on the couch, changing your angle as he starts to fuck you, faster than the pace you originally set. Your broken moans are getting him hornier and making him groan, whispering your name as it’s the only word in his vocabulary. 

“Minho… fuck– faster, please… harder…” you whisper. 

And he obeys as he continues fucking you until your vision blurs. Minho feels the exquisite clenching of your entrance and he wants you to milk him whole, but that is not something he’s been allowed to do. So he focuses as hard as he can to make you cum first. Your eyes closed, muscles tensing as your nails claw his chest. 

“Fuck yes– ah! “ you say as you reach your high, laughing at the blissful sensation. 

Minho lifts you and you want him to cum so immediately your hand wraps around his beautiful, perfect thick cock and after a few pumps, he’s cumming for you. 

No words. The only thing that can be heard is both of your heavy breathing trying to go back to normal. Minho smiles. 

“I didn’t know you were such a menace in bed, bunny…” 

That sentence opened the door for endless sessions of fucking and resuming your everyday activities. No questions asked. To be honest you were too scared to and Minho seemed not to care about talking about it. Minho didn’t want to lose you and would not take that risk by talking about the friends-with-benefits thing and ruining everything. 

That was of course until he saw you with him—your deskmate. 

The class was not over, but Minho was too upset to keep witnessing another man’s hands on you. So he storms out of the class, curious eyes all over him as he doesn’t bother to excuse himself. This behaviour is not completely uncommon from him, but you just knew something was off. 

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Snow falls lightly as the day comes to an end. Minho walks determined straight to his car, heart beating so fast he almost didn’t hear your voice from afar. 

“Minho! Stop… shit! Minho!” you ran as fast as possible to catch up with him. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What’s wrong Min?” you shiver at the cold wind hitting you. 

“Nothing… go back to the lecture. Go back to your friend,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Friend? Wh-what? Wait… do you mean–”

“Yes, him… whatever! Just go back in there, you’ll freeze your ass out here.” 

Minho takes out his car keys and opens his car door but you are set on not moving. Your eyes can’t believe the fact that Lee Minho is jealous of a classmate. You don’t even like him like that, you only like Minho but he doesn’t know that. 

Since you are not moving, Minho gets in his car and you do the same shortly after him. 

“Shit… just go to class!” 

“Are you seriously jealous of him? He is just a friend… I am not fucking him!” you try to look him in the eye but Minho just looks away. 

“Yeah, I’m your friend too and we fuck nearly every night. Does he fuck you better than I do?” 

Your heart sinks because his words are harsh and hurtful. You try to get out of his car but Minho pulls you back in. 

“I’m sorry,” and his face is so close to yours that you finally see the Minho you love. So you delicately brush your fingertips on his cheek. 

He doesn’t say a word. His eyes close and now his hand covers yours. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he pauses, meditating on what to say next. “But… I don’t want you to sleep with that guy– or anyone else.” Minho now looks at you, eyes anxious awaiting your answer. 

“I don’t want to sleep with him or anyone else, Minho.” 

“You’re fucking mine,” he cups your face and kisses you passionately. 

Suddenly it all feels like that first time you two kissed. It was deep, lustful, yet loving. Your hands entangle in his now-fading purple hair as you savour every bit of that kiss. His tongue diving into your mouth, swallowing your moans, and his hands keeping you in place. 

Your body moves and before your brain can process it, Minho has you on his lap. Driver’s seat pushed to the back so you can sit, your back against his chest. It doesn’t take long for him to undo his and your jeans when he is already entering you with his middle fingers tapping on your clit. 

His lips on your shoulders and back, kissing and licking your skin making you throw your head back giving him access to your neck. He knows your sensitive spot. Minho’s mouth marks your neck so beautifully, licking, kissing, biting, sucking, as you slowly bounce up and down his cock. Every little touch drives you crazy. 

“Mine,” he whispers, as he bites down on your shoulder now and adds more pressure to your clit, drawing circles on it. 

“Mine, mine, you’re fucking mine. No one else's,” he speeds up, making you cry in response. 

“Yours,” you reply. “Fucking yours.” 

“I want you to fucking use me, cum for me, bunny. I’m no one else’s but yours.” 

His words alone make you clench around him. Quickening your pace you chase your release as Minho’s free hand helps you up and down. 

“Don’t fucking stop, bunny, just like th- that… ugh… you’re the fucking death of me.” 

You feel how your climax triggers his, spilling his seed inside you and you collapse, head on the steering wheel. Once again silence, your heartbeat so fast you hear it in your ears. Minho holds you tenderly and kisses you softly. He carefully helps you up and to the passenger’s seat. You are about to open the door, but he stops you. 

“So this makes us what?” he finally asks. 

“Get out of the car,” you reply. 

The snow had stopped now and you go around the car and hold Minho’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his. 

“This makes you mine and I am yours,” you smile.

“Let’s go back to class, I think I have a new deskmate.” 

“Hmmm, I want to meet him already…” Minho smirks, the tips of his ears getting red. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I enjoyed so much writing this! This man be fucking with my brain BAD.

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