Dirty Bunny Lmh

Dirty Bunny • lmh

PAIRINGS: lee know x fem!reader

GENRE: mature (smut) 18+

CONTENT WARNINGS: sex (quick, act surprised!), piss play, watersports, consensual video recording, p in v, creampies, degradation, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, pain play (pussy slapping), mean dom!minho, sub!reader, just really filthy smutty writing.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

A/N: ... very self indulgent, enjoy.....

MDNI ‼️

"M-Minho... I-I can't," you pitifully say, physically shuddering as your body warns you for the nth time that you needed to pee, the urge coming at you like a wave that washes all over your body. You wanted to relieve yourself so bad you feel like your bladder is about to burst, but Minho doesn't let you. Well... at least not yet.

He wanted to see how long you can last, how long until he can turn you into a sobbing and whining mess. He wanted to see you beg and break, loves how glossy your eyes get when you look at him, loves how fuckable you'd always look.

Clad with nothing but a flimsy tank top and some grey shorts with no panties (as per Minho's request), he has you seated in the bed, legs spread open as your back leans against his sturdy chest with his phone recording the two of you from a distance, properly propped on a tripod he bought specifically for moments like this.

"Try holding it in just a little bit longer, bun," he says against your ear, chin propped up on your shoulder just to get a view of your clothed pussy from behind, his own legs keeping your own open. "Min, I-I really can't anymore— fuck, c-can't hold it in anymore, I really can't!" He hears the desperation in your voice, high-pitched and whiny, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you try your best to hold it in. "P-please, Minnie. I can't— I feel like I'm gonna burst."

He already sees the dark patch on the crotch area of your shorts already growing by the second, your hips moving like crazy as you try to stop the flow. Minho only grows only harder at the sight.

"Dirty bunny, you really want to make a mess?" he says, sneaking a hand right around your waist only to slap your clothed cunt, making you cry out. "Your slutty little shorts are already sticking to your pussy, bun. Look at this," he says, cupping your heat over the fabric before pressing his fingers against the wet patch. "Your greedy little cunt just always wants to have it her way, huh?" You whine at his words, now watching the way his fingers trace the outline of your cunt before he taps at your aching clit, almost making you scream. "Minho— fuck! S-stop, oh my god, I-I might pee, please!"

You were sensitive, everything feels sensitive at this point. You fear that if Minho were to keep on messing with you like this, you might not be able to hold it in any longer.

"You're in no place to tell me to stop, little one," he replies sternly, giving your clit a harsh flick before putting his hand inside your shorts to finally touch your bare cunt. "You're already leaking, bun. Are you not embarrassed? Didn't I train you enough?" He shows no mercy in touching you down there, his fingers dragging over your slit before circling your clit. It had you moaning, hips lifting from the bed with your head thrown over his shoulder as you try to hold yourself back, cursing with reckless abandon and chanting his name like a prayer.

"You're so fucking filthy, bunny. Maybe I should start potty training you again."

"N-no, I'm good— I'll be good, I promise! I can h-hold it in just- just please stop— ah!— stop touching me there, please!"

He doesn't listen, opting to just watch everything unfold, a smile plastered on that sculpted face of his which proves that he truly is a menace.

You were at your limit, body writhing against him as you poorly warn him, no longer able to hold your bladder. "F-fuck, Minho, fuck— i-it's coming, I-I can't— can't hold it in any longer—"

Warm stream of piss leaves your body as he continues stimulating your clit, making an absolute mess on his hand and your shorts that are definitely getting wet. Tears spill from your eyes as you repeat the words "I'm sorry" over and over again as you felt the relief from finally, finally being able to pee, the pleasure from Minho's fingers, and the embarrassment from not being able to hold it in, all at once.

"Dumb little slut. Didn't I tell you to hold it in?"

Suddenly, he flips you over, pushing you down until you were chest down with your ass up. Your soiled shorts immediately gets removed and thrown away somewhere in the room with a wet splat before Minho (who was already naked the moment he started filming) starts to line up against your hole.

Using the piss that was still leaking from you as lubricant, he manages to push right in with no struggle, your warm walls wrapping around his cock.

"You really like pissing yourself that much, bun?" He asks, his thrusts quick and rough, making you crossed eyed from the pleasure you feel in your sensitive pussy. "You like being my piss bunny? Is that what you want? Is that what you are?"

"P-piss bun— bunny, yes" you slur out hands scrambling to grab unto the sheets to ground yourself. You were already so high strung, you can already feel your orgasm creeping near, dangerously building up.

Everything about this was just so filthy. You feel wet all over, even your tank top got dirtied too, the damp fabric now bunched around your chest as Minho's hands found its way to grope your tits and play with your nipples, making you scream and clench around him.

"You love being my filthy bunny, don't you? Always so so good to me, letting me do whatever I wanna do to you. Would you let me piss on you too? Let me mark you? Your body? Perhaps you'd let me piss inside you too, love. Make you my personal toilet, how does that sound, hm?"

His words was enough to send you into a spiral, pussy clenching around his dick so hard as you squirted, your body convulsing through your orgasm as you cum with a broken moan.

"That's it, bun. Cum for me just like that— god. If only they knew how a good girl like you could be such a dirty piss bunny— oh shit, fuck!"

Minho doesn't stop fucking you until you've been milked through your high, following suit soon after as he cums inside of you, his body hunched over yours in a mating press, heavy balls pulsing with every spurt of his seed.

He thinks that this is probably the best video the two of you have ever filmed.

a/n: @lino-nyangi sent me into a brainrot about sucking on min’s sensitive tiddies and this was born

you don’t think there are many other places you’d rather be than settled on top of minho, straddling his lap while your head is pillowed on his chest. 

he’s just so warm, so sweet and soft and comforting even if he would pretend to bristle at the thought. the way he mumbles his thoughts out loud like he forgets you can hear him, talking about everything and absolutely nothing all at once. the way he’ll move his hand to rub at your shoulder or your back or your scalp every now and then, whenever the thought passes by. 

today though, something is different. you can’t seem to get comfortable, and you wriggle this way and that to find that happy place that you just can’t reach. it’s when you nuzzle your head a little harder into his chest than usual out of frustration that it happens. 

he whines, and when you look up at him he’s matching your surprise on his face like a mirror. your brow furrows as the cogs turn in your head rapidly; did you hit a bruise? are you too heavy on him? does he want you to leave?

but when he exhales, his body shuddering a little further into the mattress under him, you realize slowly that he’s not uncomfortable. you look down and see his nipple pebbling up under his shirt, right where your head was moments ago. he’s turned on. 

“oh,” you breathe out, bringing a finger up to trace around his other pec. he lets out another whine, high in the back of his throat, and when you meet his eyes they’re desperate and a little wild. “you never told me you were so sensitive here.”

instead of an answer he gives you a look, his hips jerking up a bit. 

“you never asked,” he says, voice right but drawn out like he’s trying to sound unaffected. his mistake. 

while one of your hands was circling feather-light touches around his right nipple, the other was sneaking to the bottom of his shirt, and you took the opportunity to slide it under to his left one and pinch it between your fingers. 

his reaction is instant. he throws his head back, a moan slipping from his parted lips from where his mouth parted open. you sooth it after, massaging his skin, and it pulls another whine from him. little pants are escaping him and a blush is rapidly traveling down his neck to his chest, and you swear he’s never looked more beautiful. 

“off,” you demand, tugging at his shirt a bit, and he sits up just enough to pull it off. the movement jostles you a bit in his lap, and you can feel his cock hardening under you. you have to resist the urge to grind down against him when he settles back into the pillows, hyper focused on this new discovery. 

his chest is bare, pretty pink hues splotched all over, and you can’t help but run your hands over the skin. your nails rake over his abdomen, leaving little red paintbrush strokes in their wake. he’s an open canvas, all yours to ruin beautifully. 

he squirms when you lean further down, your breath brushing over his nipples. you look up at him through your lashes, knowing what that does to him, and his eyes are pleasing as they look back. he looks one movement away from pleading you to continue, but you don’t want that. you don’t want him to ask for it, you want to take it. 

you take him in your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as you concentrate on your task. you leave your mouth open, sucking gently and rolling your tongue this way and that, listening to the sounds he’s making for you; small whines in the back of his throat, gasps of shock when you change trajectory. when you switch to his other side he just gets louder, more desperate. you always think he sounds lovely, but the song you’re strumming out of him right now is nothing short of perfection. 

you grind into him, his reactions rendering you unable to stop yourself, and he ruts up into you in little helpless motions. his hands move to either side of your head, warm and trembling as he tilts you just right against him. his eyes are hooded and dark as he looks down at you, nearly possessive, and it sends a shiver wracking down your spine.  

you move your hips more purposefully, the movements of your mouth never slowing even when you start to get tired. you decide to bring your teeth into the equation, lightly scraping them over the sensitive skin of his chest. you suck gently at the spot, blowing cool air over it before leaning back a bit to look at your work. a red splotch is left behind, lonely on the smooth planes of his chest, and that can’t do can it? so you repeat the motion, over and over until his chest is dotted in spots and he’s shaking so much you think he might cry.  

you give one last bite right to his nipple and his eyes roll back as he shudders violently under you. his muscles go completely taught for a moment before he goes boneless, melting into the mattress. he’s staring up at the ceiling with wide, glossy eyes and his breath is coming out in slow pants that shake you as you lay back over his chest. 

“did you come in your pants?” you ask, knowing the answer but wanting to tease him by making him admit it anyways. 

“no?” his voice is high, betraying him along with the tremors that are still shaking in his thighs.  

“so you don’t want me to help you clean up the mess you made down there?” you ask, quirking a brow up at him. his answering pout makes you giggle. 

“i didn’t say that.”

WILD CARD.

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Seungmin got angry at you and it’s not because he lost a game to Lee Know. (2,1k words)

Minho tried to hold his waves of laughter as he showed his Uno cards at you.

You gasped because he got all the best cards. You looked at Seungmin, knowing that he’d lose this round again.

He shot you a glare, sensed the pity in your eyes.

Seungmin put out his cards when Minho burst out giggling as he pulled out the wild draw 4 cards one after another because there was no use for Seungmin to try. He leaned back against the couch and sighed in defeat.

Minho held his hands up at you, and you high-five him to congratulate him but caught both your hands in his, “What’s the result again?” He asked you, tangling his hands with yours.

Your eyes hovered to Seungmin, he was collecting the cards on the table.

“4:5 to Minho!” You answered.

Minho laughed that villainous laugh of him and finally let go of your hands, grabbed his glass of mango juice, and took a long swig.

You scooted over to Seungmin, couldn’t decide whether you should try to comfort him or just let him be, afraid that you would ruin his already sour mood. You settled on the latter.

“Don’t be mad, Seungmin! It’s just a game!” Minho said with a mocking tone before getting up from the floor.

“I’m going to bed,” he announced, took his phone from the table, “goodnight!” Minho gave you a ruffle on your hair and then went to his bedroom.

You were about to loop your arms around him until Seungmin suddenly took his jacket and put it on.

“Come on, I’m going to drive you home!” He said to you, there was a slight edge to his words.

You nodded at him and gathered your things from the coffee table.

It only took less than 15 minutes to get you to your place from his dorm, mainly because the traffic was slow towards the middle of the night.

Seungmin opened the car door for you like he usually does, maybe he wasn’t as mad as you think he was after all.

“I can’t stay long tonight,” he told you, locked the car as you made your way to the elevator.

“It’s okay,” you said to him, you guessed he was tired, and that contributed to this sour mood of his.

Seungmin was terribly quiet in the elevator, not that he’s the type to blabbering around, but sometimes he would randomly ask about your day or vice versa.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at your floor, your hand reached for his hand but Seungmin got out the second the elevator door slid open. Your heart sank, convinced that Seungmin was really mad at you.

He didn’t wait for you to enter your passcode to your place since he already knew it by heart, your steps getting heavier feeling more convinced that Seungmin was mad at you.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” He asked, holding the door open for you.

You quickly entered the house, stood there by the threshold, you braved yourself to confront him.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, your voice almost breaking at the end of your sentence.

Seungmin shot you a look then bent down to take off his shoes. He put his feet in the slippers he always wears around your place and walked inside, brushing past you.

You scoffed at his brashy attitude. You took off your shoes and kicked them to the side out of frustration, you followed him inside.

“Seungmin, what is wrong with you?” You asked him again because the silent treatment he gave you only irritated you more.

He just stood there in the middle of the room, took off his jacket then sat down on the sofa.

“Take off your clothes!” He said, his voice loud and firm.

He noticed the puzzled look on your face, he leaned forward with elbows resting on his knees.

“I said, take off your clothes!” he tried again, louder and resolute.

You sighed in exasperation but finally relented to whatever he was trying to do to you.

You took off your outerwear, then started unbuttoning your top one by one, Seungmin’s eyes didn’t leave you even for a second. You snapped open the button of your jeans and pulled it down and off your legs.

You stood there facing him, wearing nothing but the nude-colored undergarments. Your heart beating so fast you started to think you’re about to have a cardiac arrest.

Seungmin sighed before sitting down on the floor with his back against the sofa, he spread his legs open.

“Come here, sit down.” He patted the space between his legs.

You complied because it didn’t seem like he was going to tell you twice.

You walked over to him, sat down with your back leaned on his chest.

He took your hands and placed them under his arms, “Keep these hands here.” He commanded.

At this point, he wasn’t really asking you, you decided to just obey him.

“Bend your knees!”

You bent your knees as he told you.

Seungmin parted your legs with his hand, spreading them open next to his legs.

You turned your head to the side, stole a glance at Seungmin only for him to sharply exhaled cold air onto your bare shoulder.

He grabbed your chin and roughly kissed you on the mouth, his kiss was passionate and hungry like his life was depending on it.

He broke the kiss, left you breathless and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. With one hand reached your back, Seungmin unclasped your bra, you held up your hand to help him got rid of it and placed your hands back under his arms as he instructed you to.

You heard Seungmin scoffed behind you.

He placed his hand on your breast, fondling and kneading, rolling your bud between his thumb and index finger then tugged at it before pulled it away, which caused you to yelp in pain. He did the same to the other one, but this time he gave your breast a gentle slap, causing you to writhe in his hold.

“If it’s about earlier, I’m sorry, Seungmin!” You told him, as you panted.

“Who told you to speak?” He snapped, his eyes dark and wide. You shrank, feeling small now under his hold.

Seungmin moved his hand to your core now, slipped his hand under, and didn’t waste any second to start circling his fingers around your bundle of nerves.

You squirmed, feeling waves of pleasure getting into you. Without hesitating,

Seungmin slipped two fingers inside you, you gasped at the sudden penetration. He started pumping his fingers into you, he synced it with the thumb that circling your clit.

He knew his way around you, it didn’t take long for your high come closing in.

Your breath quickens, the knot in your stomach tightens, you were on the verge of your climax when Seungmin pulled out completely.

Your body shook at the orgasm denial, groaned onto his neck, “Seungmin,” you called breathlessly.

“You should have known what you did wrong now, huh?” He asked, pressed his mouth so close to your ear.

“I’m sorry, Seungmin,” you quickly apologized.

“For what?” He asked.

“For earlier, I’m sorry that you lost, I should have comforted you,” you told him, half panting.

He clicked his tongue together, “You think I’m mad over a stupid card game?”

Seungmin leaned forward to ripped down your underwear off your legs, “I’m going to give you more time to think over what you did wrong,” he said, parting your legs open and spread it open so he could palmed your cunt and without warning, jammed his digits back into you.

You cried out, he was knuckles deep inside you, his thumb on your clit again, syncing their movements.

Seungmin buried his head onto your neck, sucking and biting on the soft skin, your hand helplessly reaching for his head but he was quick to catch you by your wrist.

“You are not allowed to touch me.” He said to you, he brought your other hand to your chest then held both your hands there with a grip around your wrists.

You felt your high closing in again, and Seungmin noticed it too, he quickly pulled out of you again. You winced at being denied once again, your body slumped against his chest.

“Seungmin, please,” you pleaded with tears started pooling in your eyes.

“You know what you did wrong now?” He asked.

You swallowed air before you could answer, “Minho,” you paused to catch a breathe, “you’re mad because I was too close to Minho,”

Seungmin landed a slap on your cunt, sending your body jolted in its wake, you yelped, feeling a surge of pain rippled through your body.

“Why are you crying?” He asked in a mocking tone as a tear rolled down the corner of your eyes, “You were so happy with Minho earlier,” he added.

His hand began to go for another round on your cunt, he tapped your clit in rapid motion. Your body was already sensitive at this point, the slightest stimulation made you gasped and writhed.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” you said, blubbering your words.

Seungmin shook his head, “I’m going to give you another lesson.”

He started fingering you again, your body stopped thrashing around due to exhaustion, sweat coated your body. Your body was heating, making your skin sweat, hot to the touch.

“Please, Seungmin, please,” was all you could manage to say to him, repeatedly, hoping he’d take a pity on you. It was hopeless though, your third high coming in yet he halted his movement just right when you were on edge.

Seungmin looked down on you with streaks of tears painted on your face.

“Not so happy now, huh?” He sneered, “why don’t you ask Minho for help?”

“Seungmin, please,” you said between your choked sobs.

“I’m getting sick of your pleads,” he said with a faint disgust in his words.

He brought his fingers that were inside your cunt a moment ago into your mouth, jammed it too deep into your mouth sending you gagging, when he pulled it out, you coughed with saliva dribbling down your mouth.

“You should’ve thought before you acted out like that,” Seungmin said, there was bitterness in his tone.

You coughed a few times before you could finally say a croaking apology, “I’m sorry,”

Seungmin looked down at you again, started taking pity on you as your body laying in limply before him, drained from overstimulation.

Sweat, tears, and saliva, your body struggled to keep awake. Seungmin let go of his grip on your wrists, sending your hands fell down to your sides. He scooped your body and hoisted it onto his lap, holding you in his care now.

Your tears seeped into the front of his shirt, “I’m sorry,” you said again, or it was your unconsciousness that said it.

“Shh….” he shushed you. He slowly got up from the floor then carrying you with his arms to your bedroom.

He lay you down gently on the bed. He got up to stripped off of all of his clothes then lay beside you on the bed. He hovered above you to removed strands of hair that stuck to your face, his thumb wiping down the tears from your eyes.

“My baby,” he cooed. He pressed kisses all over your face, tenderly as if he tried to make up for what he did to you.

“Baby,” he said with a sigh, peppering your neck with kisses.

“Seungmin,” you called out his name, your choked sobs replaced with low hiccups now, “I’m sorry,”

He shushed you again, “It’s okay, it’s alright now,” he convinced you, his thumb rubbing your cheeks.

“Seungmin,” you called out again.

“Yes, baby?” He replied.

“I still want you,” you told him almost pathetically.

He lowly chuckled against the side of your face, “okay,” he said in response.

Seungmin ran the tip of his dick along your slit, earning fresh juices from you.

Once he positioned himself at your entrance, he eased himself into you, you moaned at how good it feels to finally have him inside you.

You clenched around him the moment he bottomed out inside you, earned a few raw groans from him.

Seungmin lowered himself on top of you, laced his hand with yours at the side of your face. His kiss was so tender and careful as if you might break if he kissed you too hard.

He broke the kiss, leaving an inch between your lips,

“I love you,” he said against your lips, capturing you in a lingering kiss as he started thrusting into you at a painstakingly slow pace.

mean channie . mean channie. MEAN CHANNIE !!!

chan who would overstimulate you until you're crying, but he's wiping yr pretty tears and telling you you can take it

chan who'd mock you while you're being split open by his big cock, laughing at your mewls

chan who would put a collar on you, taking a picture of you fucked out prettily to share with his members <3

in which chris likes to be condescending ╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ tags/warnings: big dick chris lol, meanie chris, condescension, overstimulation, sooo much dirty talk ╰┈➤ word count: 580

unedited!!

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"it's okay, baby. it's okay," chris softly mutters as he looks at you adoringly, eyebrows furrowed as if he isn't just pounding into you with no remorse whatsoever. "c'mon, i know you can keep up with me."

chris allows you to flail and whine and shake under him, he lets you show how good he's ruining you. it's a guilty pleasure for him to see you wrecked, all just from his dick. knowing that he's the only man that can make you feel like this, that can overstimulate you, that can bring you to your tears makes him push you to your limit.

that's always the case with chris. he's not afraid to push your boundaries, testing your soft and hard limits -- and you're also not afraid to completely surrender yourself to him.

"i can't!" you mewl, mouth drooling as your legs practically shake over his shoulders, "c-can't take it!"

at that statement, chris laughs menacingly and grabs you by the jaw forcefully. his tight grip entices panic in you, yet somehow making you wetter. he notices that you clamped down harder around his girth, confirming that you are, indeed, a slut for some pain.

"messy, messy baby..." he fakes a caring tone, clicking his tongue, "wet all over, huh? eyes watering, mouth drooling, fuck, even your cunt's gushing around my dick so much. are you gonna cum again, huh?"

his hand comes down from your jaw to your throat, choking you. that action made you gasp and undeniably pushed you closer to cumming for the third time that night. "yeah," he smirks, "you don't need to breathe, baby. all you need to do is cum all over my cock, mhm?"

"c-chris..." you barely say, practically only tired moans and whines coming out of your mouth.

"awh, you can't take it? hm? is it too much for my little girl?" chris leans his head down to wipe your tears away -- not using his hand but his tongue, licking your salty tears from your cheek. your mind was too empty to even fully comprehend what he did, although it was for sure that chris loved seeing you fucked out and brainless for him "ohh, it is too much for you, huh? but i've trained you enough to take at least half of my big cock, baby..."

it was true. no matter how many times he has fucked you, you still can't take all of him inside no matter how much you actually want to.

"cum all over my cock, baby girl. wan' you to tighten around me again and make my cock wet. you can do that for me, right?"

"i... i--" you shake your head, too overwhelmed by both pleasure and pain.

"yes you can," he growls, the guttural sound coming from his chest elicited shills down your spin. "yes you fucking can. d'you wanna be my good girl, hm?"

the mention of that pet name made your eyes widen, and suddenly all of your senses crumble and the only important thing in your mind was to be channie's good girl. only his.

chris notices that spark in your eyes and slight difference in the size of your irises. he chuckles, "yea? wanna be good f'me?"

"yes! mhm, fuck, w-wanna be your good girl!"

"oh, but are you sure? i mean, you just said that you can't cum again," he pouts, "you'll only be my good girl if you cum again, got it? over and over and over again."

“You taste like candy, kitten.”

Summary: Hyunjin and Felix asked if you wanted to go shopping with them and to meet them at Hyunjin's apartment.

Word Count: ~2K

Warning: Kissing, grinding, dirty words, swearing, suggestive things

Comment: Came to me while I was at work today and just had to write it all down really quick. Feel free to comment or reblog! Love all feedback! ♥️

You hadn't seen your friends in a couple weeks due to their busy schedule, so you were super excited to get to go shopping and just wander with them.

When you arrived to 3Racha's, plus Hyunjin's, apartment, you knocked on the door nice and loud to make sure you were heard over whatever music or videos they had playing inside. You were answered with silence, so you gave it another try and yelled "Come on!" to hopefully gain someone's attention.

The door cracked open to a sleepy Quokka, who had not expected to see you. "Y/n! What a pleasant surprise, unlike my other one." As he waved you in and gave you a quick bear hug, you looked for what surprise he was talking about. Oh, Minho.

He was sitting on a chair in the living area scrolling his phone. He looked up, waved, and went right back to whatever had his attention. "Lovely seeing you too, Min." You scoffed at his dismissive attitude as you took off your shoes to walk further in.

"He wanted to get food, but I wasn't awake, so he threw a piece of meat on me from the fridge. Feel free to annoy him while I take a shower." The man walked away from you with nothing else spoken, so you sauntered over to the obscenely evil man to distract yourself.

“Where are the fashion twins?” You casually asked Minho while continued munching on the bag of candy he had sitting on his lap.

He didn’t even look up as he responded, “Still at the studio last I knew.”

“This early?”

“Yup. You know all of our sleep schedules are fucked up.” He replied, still not looking away from his phone.

You pulled out your own to kill time, but the sound of his hand rummaging through that plastic bag was so distracting.

Oh? They’re your favorite flavor of gummies. Would the Captain of Sarcasm and Master of the Tsundere share his goodies with you? It depends on his mood this morning, you decide, and give it a go.

“Could I have one?” You ask as sweetly as you could muster; hoping to win him over in any way possible.

Min places the treat he had just grabbed between his teeth to prevent him talking with his mouth full. One hand holding his phone still, his other reached into the baggie and dug for one for you. He pulled it by the bottom and flipped it.

As he shook it, he also shook his head and threw the empty bag at you. “Sorry doll,” he answered firmly without moving his teeth, “this is the last one. If you want it you’ll have to come grab it.” He smirked to the best of his abilities at your surprised expression.

Knowing the games this man plays, you didn’t wait before you were leaning over him in his relaxed position and face to face with him. As his expression morphed into shock at the bravery of your actions, you touched his nose with your own and picked the gummy out of your teeth.

“You should know by now that these are my favorite.” You munched on it happily, letting a quiet moan escape your lips, still a few inches from his face as you savored the taste, “Totally worth it.”

Before you could register anything, Minho had grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his own. You placed your hands on the back of the chair on either side to prevent yourself from falling into the man, but he wasn’t really thinking about that as he started moving your lips against yours.

Instinct kicked in and you were kissing him back. His mouth was already open and letting out heavy breaths and you both started swapping spit. His tongue stole some of the gummy off your tongue and you huffed at the action.

“Min!”

“You taste like candy, kitten.” He murmured as he licked his lips and swallowed the piece he had taken back.

“You think I do? You should taste yourself.”

He laughed quickly under his breath, “That sounds very dirty, babe. I’d rather taste you...” And he’s quickly pulling your torso to his own. You straddle his man-spreading thighs and rest your crotch on his own. The thin joggers you wore did little to hide the feeling of his jeans.

Next thing you knew, your pelvis was actively grinding down on him, wanting to feel how good you’re making him feel. He groans at the motions and takes your face back to his. The sloppy kisses are intensifying while both of your hands start to roam.

The friction is too good and you want nothing more than to take him right there and then. He’s always so hot and his perfect face was swoon worthy, but never did you think he would be interested in you as anything more than a friend. And who’s really to say that isn’t still the case. Friends with benefits can work, right?

Your mind won’t stop racing as you continue to let his crotch grow harder beneath you.

“We should go into Changbin’s room. He’s not home and I don’t thi-“

“MATE! You have got to be fucking kidding me!” You look being to see the men you were waiting for stood flabbergasted. Hyunjin’s jaw was basically on the floor and Felix had covered his eyes.

“This isn’t even your apartment, Minho-hyung! Why are you here making out with y/n on my favorite chair?!?” Hyunjin yelled as he walked over and pushed you off of him with so much flair you felt like he was reading a script.

You fell on your ass onto the floor and he regretted it immediately. He helped you up delicately and Felix was behind you to grab you by the other arm. The two irritated men looked at Minho and regretted it immediately.

You all saw the huge tent he was sporting. And, Min being the unphased and unashamed man he is, places his hands behind his shoulders and stretched proudly.

“Ahhh!” Hyunjin threw a couch pillow on his crotch, causing Minho to grunt in pain a little, “Please go do something about that! You are sick! Really, y/n?! You could do better!”

You giggled at their antics as you fixed up your appearance to head out with your friends. The men walked away from the scene in disgust, “Hey, y/n, I’m going to swap my shirt really quick and then we can head out. Minho, don’t you fucking move!”

Your phone buzzed and you checked it as you leaned against the kitchen counter, away from the man that had just made you so horny.

MinHoe🖕🏻: Meet me at my apartment tonight when you’re done with them and we can finish what we started.

Y/n: I don’t know Min…

MinHoe🖕🏻: What’s wrong, kitten? You scared?

Y/n: Of you? No way. Of any feelings I may develop? Hell yeah.

MinHoe🖕🏻: Well, come over and I’ll make you my best meal. We can talk about my intentions with you over a home date.

You felt a blush creep on your face and looked up at Minho, who was still sitting in that godforsaken chair, staring at you to interpret your expressions. Your face heated up more and you caught yourself biting your lip as you changed his name in your phone and responded.

Y/n: It better be some good ass food. Maybe get a little wine to loosen your words a little.

MyMin🫶🏻: I’ll get the wine, but I don’t need it to say what I’ve been feeling for a while now. I’m ready, babe.

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He's so pussydrunk that he fucks you so fucking good that you're just too blissed out to even comprehend his praises. He babbles about how good you're to him, how you're taking him and how beautiful you are. Fuck, he just loves how your warmth is wrapped around him. It's so good, he loves being buried deep inside of you, feeling your warm gummy walls wrapped so tightly around him, practically milking him out. He's just in love, so in love. He loves everything about you, all the way to your tight n' warm cunt that flutters around him whenever the crown of his cock would kiss your womb with every thrust he made. Your sweet, sweet moans were music to his ears. He would die happily like this if he could.

—— AETHER, DILUC, albedo, zhongli, childe, xiao, THOMA, gorou, KAVEH, tighnari, cyno, dainsleif, baizhu, ITTO, KAZUHA, GEPARD, luocha, luka, dan heng, JING YUAN, sampo, welt

He's the one who makes you a dumb, babbling, cockdrunk for him. He has your face flushed into the pillows, tears forming in your eyes, cheeks flushed and drool coming from the corner of your lips. You were babbling incoherent words, but he found it cute that you were too overstimulated, too cockdrunk to even comprehend anything. It's not like he minded, afterall, that pretty little head of your don't need to think about anything except for his cock that continues to ram inside of you, mixed cum leaking out of your hole and staining his cock. Your walls were squeezing him so tightly while he gives another slap to your cheek, making you jolt forward a bit and yelp from the sensation of his slap. He's so mean, he would slap your ass to keep you awake, pull your hair, and leave bruises on your hips..but it's not like you minded anyway. Afterall m, you're his cute little cockdrunk slut <33

—— SCARAMOUCHE, abyss!aether, kaeya, AYATO, ALHAITHAM, dainsleif, HEIZOU, TIGHNARI, XIAO, cyno, DAN FENG, BLADE, jing yuan