Fuckboy Min - Angst&smut W/ Lee Know. 18+ Only Mdni.

Fuckboy Min - angst&smut w/ Lee Know. 18+ only mdni.

Minho is kinda mean. The way I would have done anything for him just so he can like me back. Also happy 200 followers to me. ❤️‍🩹

"Isn't that Y/N?" Han asked looking over the older boy's shoulder.

Minho turns his head around and sees you amongst the crowd - of the very grand party he dreads. He feels himself tense up at the sight of you, he hasn’t seen you in a while and you looked as beautiful as ever. He can feel the corner of his lip turn up as he replays memories of him and you, and that’s when he realises he misses you.

But the feeling soon fades when he notices you’re with a guy. Only a month and you already found yourself a guy? Loud sweet giggles falls from your lips as you grip the man's biceps, laughing about nothings. He scoffs to himself as he recognises the man.

“Out of all the boys in this fucking city, she chose fucking Hwang Hyunjin?” Minho blurted, he was mad. “She’s got a type. Fuckboys,” he turns back around to Han and raises his brows, as if asking for him to agree with the statement.

“You’re not going to do anything right hyung?” Han nervously asked, knowing his hyung will definitely be doing something.

“She just looks too happy, Han. I gotta ruin it for her. Especially when it’s Hwang Hyunjin she’s fucking with,” Minho says before downing the rest of his drink and ditching the younger boy.

Minho met you a couple months ago at one of his mother’s grand get-together. He only came to these events in hopes to find a hook up or a quick fuck, he was never here to support his mom on what ever event-job-work-promotion she got herself into. He probably got with half of the girls who attended these parties with their rich parents.

“Imagine what your daddy would think of his sweet innocent daughter completely coming vulnerable underneath some guy she just met?” Minho would often whisper in their ears as he thrusts into them. He would say anything to get them to sleep with him then ghost them the next day, leaving them restless.

However you weren’t like any of these girls to him, well at first. Minho was addicted to you, he couldn’t put his finger on it but he kept coming back to you. After seeing you a few times, he proposed for you both to be fwb and you agreed, because to be very honest, Minho was hot and he was a great fuck, the best if you can say. Also, something about him felt very secure to you. Meaningless fucks turned into lingering kisses, then turned into secrets date nights. You both shared such gentle and heartfelt moments, like cooking dinner together to holding hands randomly. Minho became so romantic with you secretly, but he never sincerely voiced it. You fell for him. You wanted to do anything for him in hopes that he liked you back. You became obsessive, got restless, jealous that there was many other girls hovering around him. You wanted him to yourself, and it got to the point where you had pull him away one night, letting your tears run down your face as you admitted your feelings to him, intoxicated. And maybe because he never dealt with such heavy feelings and high emotions like this before that, he turned on you.

“Y/N, you're just like the other girls.. Maybe worse. Easy. Clingy. I would never like you back.. Are you crazy?" You couldn't believe it, he abandoned you. Minho ended up treating you just like all the other girls.

Now the other half of the girls that Minho didn’t hooked up with were probably sorted by Hwang Hyunjin. The city’s heartbreaker. Classic story of two best friends that now hates each other. Minho and Hyunjin grew up together, basically brothers due to their mother’s close friendship. But when the boys got older they grew apart. Times that was supposed be spent together catching up on a tv show or playing basketball turned into time spent with a girl trying to get her to undress underneath them. It was now a competition to see who played the most girls. Oh how toxic.

So when Minho saw you in the ballroom with Hyunjin, he assumed you two were sleeping together. Minho needed to get you alone before the end of the night.

He needed to ruin you, in order to ruin it for Hyunjin aswell.

“Should I get you another drink?” The long haired boy asked realising the glass in your hand was almost empty.

“I was actually eyeing the orange slices over there-” you pointed out, gesturing to the massive grazing table.

“-Mimosa?” He was quick to respond, tone so sweet and cheeky.

“You know me too well Hyunjin,” you smiled admiringly up at the boy.

“I’ll get the champagne, you get the oranges and we meet back here then,” he says, hints of his dorky smile showing.

You were finally alone.

"Hey baby," Minho speaks from behind you, his voice so deep, hands find their way to your hips sending chills down your spine. He used to call you that all the time, and your heart never fails to beat out of your chest from it.

Lee Minho. Why the hell was he behind you? Shouldn’t he breaking some poor innocent girl’s heart?

“I missed you.” You stood still at his words, unable to move.

No not this again.

"Minho, go away," you finally spoke, building up a wall that you know isn’t going to stay up.

"No. I need to talk to you baby. I missed you," he made sure you heard him, his hands now made its way higher to your waist. "You look so pretty tonight..” one hand rests on your waist as the other one slowly travels to your thigh. “I missed your pretty little body so much, baby,” his lips were so close to your face, the proximity is so familiar, so safe that you wanted to turn and press your lips on his. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Minho had you under his spell, his presence was all it took for you to consider him again. You lean back, head taking its place on his shoulder as your back pressed on his chest. You tilt your head up slowly, finally looking at him. Oh, he was so beautiful as ever. His cute little bunny teeth showing from his agape mouth, his pretty sparkly eyes looking down at you, and his sharp nose, which you remember you use to peck so much. You missed him so much, you couldn’t resist it anymore.

“Min.” You say in the most vulnerable tone ever, gripping his forearm, giving in to him. He smiles at the nickname, the nickname only you were allowed to call him by.

"Come with me," and with that he yanked your arm dragging you through the crowd, for sure going to leave Hyunjin confused when he comes back.

Minho pulled you into an empty bathroom and pressed you against the door after locking it, instantly smashing his lips on to yours. His lips feels so soft against yours and your body hasn’t felt this rush of adrenaline in a while that you were going insane. Already feeling yourself start to go wet, you were so bothered, you needed more. Your teeth clashes as he practically devours you, his hand hoists one of your leg over his hip.

“Need you on the counter, bunny,” he murmured in between the kisses, there goes the nicknames again. He carries you to the counter, helping you up, your legs immediately spreading for him to slot himself in between. His hand slips underneath your dress, brushing against your clothed core.

“Already so wet for me,” he smirks, feeling the patch on your panties. “Can I?” He asked tapping his finger twice on your core. You nodded throwing your head back and he accepts the invitation to suck on your neck, leaving marks. Minho’s fingers pulls your panties to the side, his pointer finger finally runs through your folds. You were so warm, so sticky already that Minho let out a moan into your neck, unable to control the pleasure he was also having. You jolted forward when his fingers finally entered you pumping you slowly, causing him to let out an airy scoff. “Need to taste, let me taste?” You nod again knowing every time Minho ate you out, he would reward you with his dick for being such a good girl. You wanted that again.

“Need to hear you say it, Y/N,” he stops his movements, to brush your hair out of your face adoring your features.

Verbal consent has always been a big thing to Minho. He has so much control when the other person expresses what they want. It feeds into his already massive ego seeing the other person submit to him, makes him feel like he was in winning. And right there and then when he asked that question he wanted you to submit, so he can feel bigger than Hyunjin.

“Yes, please Min. I want it,” you gave him exactly what he wanted. You missed this. You missed his body and how he fucked you, how he made love to you. You miss Minho. You miss how sweet and gentle he was. How he would text you if you got home okay after spending the entire day with him. How innocent and lovely he can be talking about his cats, his hobbies. You wanted him to like you back, to want you back that you were willing to let him do anything to you, to use you.

“You’re still so good baby,” he buttered you up pressing a kiss your lips once more, letting it linger on a bit before dropping to his knees. He bundles your thin long dress around your waist, pulling down your soaked panties and burying them deep in his pocket. He is met with your pretty pussy, glistening with arousal. Your scent takes him by surprise and he goes numb. Oh, how he remembers it all so well, he would spend forever in between your legs on a Sunday afternoon. He parts your thighs and moves his face closer to your cunt, finally sliding his tongue in your slit. You still taste as sweet as ever too and that was all it took for Minho to devour you, to eat you out like a starved man. You lean back on one hand and the other one finds its place in Minho’s hair keeping it there. He was so good with his tongue, alternating between giving fat stripes, kitten licks and harsh sucks on your clit. Minho was getting you closer to your orgasm. Moans and whimpers falls from your lips as you allow him to hear how good he is making you feel.

“Feels good baby? You still taste so sweet, I just know you’re still going to be so tight." he removes himself from you just so he can glance up at your fucked out state nodding to every word he was saying.

“Want to- to cum,” you needed to cum, you were on the verge of tears feeling the tension in your stomach start to fade..

“Hm?”

“Please, I want to cum Min,” you restates and he dives back down. He grips your thighs as he makes out with your pussy, his nose hitting your clit every now and then to get you going again. Minho picks up his pace, moving his kisses to your clit where he then sucks harshly earning a sharp moan from you. You jolt forward, thighs closing around him, throwing your head back as you spray Minho with your sweet release. You feel him smirk against your pussy, his mouth and chin coated in your arousal. That wasn’t enough for you, you wanted more. Your hand pushes his head further into your cunt as you grind down in his nose, riding out your high. Minho lets you use him, his tongue still overstimulating you until you were satisfied. Frankly, he found it hot how after just one taste you go feral for him.

He licks his lips cleaning himself off as he gets up from your legs, helping you pull down your dress. He cages you between his hands that are now resting on the counter, you don’t move. Just staring up at him, he examines your features again, taking all everything that he used to adore. Something about this moment just feels so innocent to both of you, that Minho can help but give you small giggles, his lips turning into a smile. You mirror it in return, sitting in silence as you both recalls the old times.

A sudden buzz of your phone causes you both to snap out of the sweet moment, heads turning to the device next to you on the counter. And Minho grows hot, his reputation overshadowed his feelings for you the second he saw Hyunjin’s name pop up. He lets out a scoff, remembering why he got you in this bathroom in the first place.

Minho's leans in slowly, one hand still gripping on the counter but the other comes up close to your face. Your phone forgotten now. You think he's about to kiss you but he dodges your lips, making his way by your ears as he lets out an airy chuckle, he sounded so cocky you were taken by surprise at his sudden change in demeanour.

"God, Y/N. You're still so easy," His tone deep aiming an attack on you as he reaches for the paper towel dispenser behind your head. He pulls out a towel throwing it to you, to clean yourself up. "Still so desperate for me". It broke you. He has never done this to you before, usually he'll be on after care and cleaning up. Your head snaps to his face, taking in his smirk and dark eyes. You swallow hard, a salty taste coat your tongue and you realise you're trying you best to not cry.

“Are you this desperate for Hyunjin too?” you furrowed your brows together in response. What?

“Hmm?” You asked confused.

“You got a type Y/N, you’re so pathetic.” He continues, the vibrating of your phone doesn't help but fuels his anger.

"Min, what do you mean?" It was clear to you that Minho and Hyunjin weren’t the best of friends when you meet with Minho. But that night when Minho abandoned you, Hyunjin witnessed the whole thing. He help you get up, covering you with his his coat, wiping away your tears and took you home.

"What are you doing here with Hwang Hyunjin?" he finally asked. But you don't respond, instead you hop off the counter, unable to control how hurt you are from his previous act. Your eyes sparkle, cheeks pink, lips trembling. He takes in your reaction, making him feel a bit guilty as he has seen this all before. The night you admitted your feelings.

"You guys fucking?" this time his tone and eyes soften, it was like he needed to confirm it first before continuing to take out his anger and tension on you. You reach for your phone but he snatches before you could, declining the call sliding it across the counter where you can’t reach.

"Does he fuck you as good as I do?" He moves in closer, your noses barely touching. "He treats you better than I do?" You stay quiet.

You didn't know what to answer. Do you lie? Do you teel the truth? Regardless at the end of this Minho isn't coming back to you right? You realised the moment he called you pathetic.

He moves in to kiss your cheek, a gentle peck. Your heart starts to race even more, unable to look him in the eyes. One hand comes up to hold your face, thumb rubbing against your cheeks. "Come on baby, tell me and I'll give you what you want," his lips comes in contact with yours. You melt into the kiss, your hands grasping the waist band of his trousers. Snap out of it, Y/N. "Hmm, you going to be good and tell me? He kisses you better than I do?" He kisses you harder, helping you back up the counter. He takes back his initial position, in-between your legs. Minho moves his kisses down your neck as his hands advances to your shoulders, pulling the thin straps down exposing your chest. He gulps at the sight and latching his lips onto your boob, his hand groping the other one. You tired your hardest not to give in but you cant, the feeling is too strong. You whimper at the contact, your hand palming his hard on through his pants. It was the first time you touched him that night and Minho throws his head back, unable to control the sexual frustration.

"Fuck- see what you do to me, baby?" He coos. You undo his belt, pulling his trousers along with his boxer down, meeting with his big cock. He was already so red, a bead of pre cum already spilling frim his tip. You grab the base of his cock, holding it firmly giving him a gentle pump. Just like the way you always did. Fuck Y/N I missed this so much. Minho finds himself addicted again as he shuts his eyes, a little moan slipping from his lip. You continue to pump him and he tries his best not to give into you but your hands felt so good, he could cum like this. You lean forward attaching your lips to his neck, leaving marks just like he did to you before. “Want you Min,” you whimper on his skin. You needed to feel him inside you.

"Answer me first, Y/N." He was getting irritated at your lack of answer. God, why are you so caught up on this Minho! Your phone rings again, the buzzing noises incites his thought, and that was the breaking point for him. Hwang Hyunjin. Only Y/N would want such a pathetic man like him. "I'm not fucking you if you’re dirty Y/N," he says and you halt your movements, completely removed yourself from him.

"What?" You replied. Minho is now faced with your confused face.

"You're so desperate Y/N. I can’t believe you’re with Hyunjin right after I left you? You're so dirty for that,” Minho repeat himself moving closer to you to provoke you, he was sure you had given yourself to the other bloke. Your lack of answer confirmed it for him too. “Did you fuck Hyunjin?" But he was determined to hear it.

You took a deep sigh, and all the names and remarks he had made to you tonight flooded your head. You’re hurt. God, Y/N you are pathetic. You wanted to turn this on him but you couldn’t. Regardless of what you answer, you couldn’t win and Minho won’t be yours.

"No I didn't because I love you, Min," you confessed, pushing him off you. You proceed to pull up your dress and jump off the counter. You needed to leave him.

You brushed past him retrieving your phone and bag, unlocking the door and walking out.

Leaving him the way he left you, abandoned. Although it was your feelings that he disregarded, leaving him while he was hard and sexually unsatisfied like this would have hurt the same for a fuck boy like him.

But Minho wasn’t hurt by that. Your words was the thing that stung him. Shes loves me? No one had ever done this to Minho, he didn't know what to do. Such a similar feeling to how you felt - when he ghosted you and just now.

His words still played in your mind, they're still lingering around you. You wanted to sob, cry your heart out but you couldn't just yet, only allowing the tears to build in your eyes. Did you really just let him treat you like that? You chose pleasure again instead of protecting your already broken heart. Minho was right, you are fucking easy. You see the exit through your blurry vision and you rushed to it, pushing into the many people that was just crowding around. Just as you're about to leave a hand pulls you back.

"Y/n, you okay?" You turned around to meet with Hyunjin, and you couldn't help but burry your face in his chest as you let your tears fall.

"I hate him," you cried loudly, your whole body shaking and your legs go numb. Hyunjin hugs you, both arms wrapped around you tightly as he lets you become completely vulnerable. You were safe with him.

"I know.. Let's go home."

Part 2? DLMU?

Also I’m really bad with my proof reading I know.

perv!bestfriend felix who always insists every guy you’re with isn’t good enough for you. somehow they always end up scared off.

perv!bestfriend felix, who slips into bed with you at night, and squeezes your hands while smelling your hair. totally normal! friends do those things all the time. friends totally keep thousands of pictures of you in their phone, right?

friends shower together ofc, even when you whine and protest that you guys are too old for it now. the clinginess can get annoying, but not as annoying as undergarments constantly disappearing. ‘didn’t i just buy those?’ 🐼

felix, who holds you against the bed while straddling, blowing raspberries into your neck. somehow it always turns into sucking. (star im feral) (please) (please. omffahaj)

for my 🐼 anon who’s so cute when she gets jealous and she puts up with my disloyalty every second of the day but she has nothing to worry about bc she’s literally my one and only ily baby

Warning: suggestive! mdni.

Felix is so relentless in his ways, sitting with such purpose atop your bed as you scramble to pack for your trip. The luggage rests propped open at the foot of the bed, piled high with neatly folded clothes and bags of cosmetics. And Felix doesn’t preoccupy himself with any form of activity- he simply watches you, analyzing your every movement like he’s studying you.

“I don’t know how the weather’s going to be over there,” you remark, pulling your phone out your back pocket to conduct a quick google search.

And Felix swallows nervously, his eyes scanning over your nimble fingers as you type.

“High 60’s,” he says casually. “But you normally run warmer, so I wouldn’t pack too much.”

“Really?” You retort, tossing your phone on the bed as you think over his answer. “I was going to pack a couple long-sleeved t-shirts.”

“Do that black one,” Felix chimes in from where he’s sitting. “With the cutout at the front. That one always looks really pretty on you.”

Your eyes shift momentarily to his seated figure, pondering the shirt he speaks of.

Or the sports bra, rather, the small strip of fabric serving as a go-to to earn yourself free drinks at the club. Just a few inches in length, riding up the sides when you so much as lift your arms, the circle cutout in the front providing a generous view of your cleavage.

“Ew, no,” you retort. “That one’s not fit for a vacation.”

“Yeah it is,” Felix says with a light chuckle. “Besides, you’re going to the beach, it’s not like you won’t be showing skin.”

“I dunno,” you reply, refolding a shirt on the top of the stack. “I might just do a big t-shirt and some shorts.”

“What?” Felix says a little too passionately. “It’s the beach. You have to get tanned, and show off when you can. Wear that little black bikini you took swimming the other day.”

“That one is for the privacy of my own pool, not a public beach, Felix.”

He shrugs lightly, thinking back to the sight of you wading in the still water of the swimming pool alongside him, your breasts practically falling out of the little string top and complementing an erotic view of your lower half swallowing the little fabric bottoms.

“What else are you packing?” Felix inquires, sitting up to peer inside your suitcase.

“Couple shorts, a few tank tops and maybe a dress for when we hit the club.”

“The red one?” Felix says quickly. “Good call, that one looks really good on you. I mean, not to make it weird or anything. But last time we went out, it was like half the bar was staring at you. I don’t blame them.”

You furrow your eyebrows together, a small chuckle escaping your lips as he nods eagerly.

“Yeah, the red one,” you reaffirm. “I think we’ll only hit the bars the first night we’re there.”

“Take lots of pictures,” Felix says, folding his arms behind his head leisurely. “I want to see all the outfits you wear.”

And you know the drill very well already, Felix often pressing you to send quick mirror snaps of your short dresses, beach attire or gym outfits. He plays it off as an interest in your fashion, but you know he’s just interested in the way your curves hug every inch of the clothing, leaving little to the imagination as you flaunt your assets, with Felix’s curiosity piqued every time.

Felix is naive enough to think you genuinely don't know his calculated schemes. But you don’t miss the way he shoves a pillow against the tent in his crotch when you’re in a short skirt, or how he purposely grazes his hips against yours when you bend over. He’s embarrassingly obsessed with you, your figure, your body, your skin, the sweet smell of your perfume when you pass him by. Thoughts of you plague his mind at all hours of the day, on your knees for him, your mouth taking his cock to the hilt and the erotic view of your breasts pushed up against his lanky figure hovering over yours.

“I don’t know,” you voice with a sigh, occupying the spot beside Felix as you throw yourself onto the white duvet. “I feel like I’m second-guessing everything I’m packing.”

“Don’t,” Felix emphasizes, rolling over to climb over you. “It’s all good stuff, you’ll look amazing.”

And you’re giggling beneath him as his lips suddenly find your neck, taking your flesh between his teeth to suck a bruise on the column of your neck.

“Felix, stop!” You say between laughter, not doing much to push him away, either.

“I’m gonna give you a hickey here and then you can show it off in your little dress.”

“Felix!”

He resumes his sucking motions, lips latching around your neck to form a dark purple bruise, giggling against your skin when he feels you gasp beneath him.

To anyone else, the sight would be provocative, your best friend’s lips all over your skin and your hands pinned at your sides, with every intention to cover you in marks. But oddly enough it’s a normal occurrence between the two of you, Felix getting riled up at the sensation of climbing over you and completely flustering you. It’s the same sensation he’ll later jerk himself off to, imagining he was inside of you the whole time, fucking you like a boyfriend would.

And it’s a phenomenon you’ve gotten used to at this point, Felix’s perverted tendencies making themself known early on in your friendship and never fully dissipating. Always under the guise of “friends”, always defending it with his platonic relationship to you, that these are completely normal occurrences that friends always do. And though you know it to be untrue, you don’t stop him, admittedly amused at the way Felix is so obsessed with you. He’s easy to read, and he does a terrible job at covering his tracks. It’s a little pathetic, really, but it’s amusing, nonetheless. Perhaps one day you’ll give him a hand or indulge him in a quick fuck and watch him go absolutely insane.

“That’s good,” Felix says, as he pulls away to examine his work. The bruise is a robust shade of purple, placed inconveniently for everybody to see for the entirety of your trip.

“Felix,” you groan, sitting up to examine it in the mirror across from you. “This thing is huge.”

“You love it,” he says with a smile, pulling back to crawl off of you.

“In your dreams,” you retort, slinging your legs over the side of the bed. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“I’ll come,” Felix says, standing up and pulling off his t-shirt.

“Felix, we talked about this-”

“Please,” he begs with an exaggerated pout. “It’s so hot and I’m so sweaty.”

You sigh frustratedly, gesturing to the bathroom and rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Go start the shower,” you say to him. “I need to grab a change of clothes.”

And he grins mischievously, taking purposeful strides into the bathroom as you shake your head.

You pull a change of clothes from your drawer- a t-shirt, a new pair of shorts. Panties- which seem to be your last pair. Except you did laundry just two days ago, and you should have several pairs still, even when accounting for the ones you’ve already packed.

You fish around the drawers desperately, searching high and low- and they’re missing. Which means you’ll require a trip to the mall before your vacation this week.

And Felix watches in amusement through the crack in the door, smirking at the knowledge that half of your panties are stowed away in the drawer of his nightstand. Ones he runs his fingers along and imagines ripping them off of you, ones that aid him in stroking his cock to pictures of you at night. Outfit snaps, gym photos.

It’s filthy, and he knows it. But under his devious guise of “just friends”, anything goes.

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(no tags while I edit the taglist, sorry ☹️🫶)

hard thoughts; lmh

tags: dom!minho, afab!reader, fingering, hickies, smacking, ruined orgasms, reader is sort of a brat, use of “slut/whore”, not proofread just bored and horny

imagining lee minho fucking you in some alleyway behind a club after you tested his patience and flirted with the bartender.

“m-min- we’re gonna get caught!” you whispered frantically between minho’s lips. you could hardly call what the two of you were doing kissing; it was more like an attack, his teeth occasionally pulling at your bottom lip and his tongue down your throat.

he pulled away momentarily before harshly groping your ass cheeks that were barely hidden by your short dress and taunting him all night. “i don’t give a fuck,” he growled out. “i hope your little playmate finds us. he’ll see me fucking you better than he could ever try to.” minho used your hips to press you forcefully against his hard-on.

you rolled your eyes. “he’s not my playmate. i was just being nice to him,” you scoffed. minho glared daggers into your challenging gaze before he suddenly bent down to nip at your neck, a yelp escaping your lips. “o-ow!”

“then let me leave something to show off for the next time you wanna be ‘nice’,” he muttered, sucking a dark bruise into your skin. you couldn’t hold back the borderline pained moans caused by his marking, which only encouraged him to continue. his hands hiked up your dress, displaying your thin panties to anyone who might be passing by. without breaking away from your neck, two fingers slid underneath the fabric. minho rubbed your clit painfully slow, a harsh contrast to the way he was attacking your flesh. he only pulled away when the whole crevice between your jaw and your collar bones were painted a deep purple.

you didn’t even get the chance to complain about how much makeup you’d have to use to cover your neck before he turned you around and pressed your front against a wall. he landed a hard smack on your ass that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “i don’t wanna hear another word from you unless you’re begging, got it?” minho grunted into your ear, grinding his hardness against your clothed pussy. you whined in response, which wasn’t good enough for him. he smacked you again. “i asked you a question.”

“y-yes, got it,” you whimpered, yelping when minho swiftly ripped your panties down your thighs. his fingers slid into your hole that was definitely leaking your wetness, fucking your juices back into you. you moaned out as he thrusted two fingers in and out of you, hooking and splitting them in a rhythm he knew you loved.

“that good?” he hummed, his lips suddenly against the back of your neck. “you know, i don’t even think you know this pussy as well as i do. i don’t think you can cum without me, but here you are, flirting with every cock you see. such a slut.” his pace sped up, his other hand trailing down your front to find your clit.

“were you just trying to make me jealous? you knew this was gonna happen, yeah? you knew if you riled me up enough you’d be getting filled in the back of the club. this is dirty. you’re fucking dirty. dirty fucking whore,” minho spat out as your pussy throbbed around his digits, his words pulling you towards your orgasm. you were reduced to a moaning, blabbering mess in front of him: your cheek pressed up against some wall behind a building, practically naked for anyone’s eyes to see as he absolutely ruined you without stripping off even a piece of his clothing yet. he was right, this was dirty. but you loved every second of it.

“are you gonna cum?” he questioned, knowing very well the answer. you nodded meekly, feeling the pressure in your abdomen at its tightest. “you’re gonna cum? that’s funny,” he laughed out loud before immediately retracting his fingers right as you came, your hole clenching around absolutely nothing as you cried out.

“n-no, no no,” you whined, trying to press back against him in search for something to help you ride out your ruined orgasm. minho’s body swerved away from you, and you could feel his dark eyes just watching you cry out in frustration with an evil grin on his lips. you slid down to your knees, legs too shaken to hold yourself up. you turned around to face minho, your face scrunched up in irritation with tears pricking the corners your eyes. “w-why would you do that??”

“you’re lucky you even got to cum at all,” he barked out. he crouched down, grabbing your chin. he rested his forehead on yours, never once breaking eye contact with an unreadable gaze. “listen to me: we’re going home and you’re gonna make me cum until i tell you we’re done. then maybe i’ll think about letting you cum on my cock, but you’re not getting shit when you act like a stupid whore.”

he dropped your face suddenly, giving you whiplash. he waited for you to nod in understanding before he pressed a small kiss to your temple, momentarily breaking his dominant facade. he stood up and turned away from you, leaving you to collect yourself and sloppily chase after him as he walked towards your car.

as much as you needed a shower, sleep, and to get out of that tight dress, you knew you weren’t gonna get much of anything you wanted when you got home. it was okay though; you knew what you were getting into from the second you returned that bartender’s flirty smile.

a/n: beyond grateful for the likes and feedback on my last two drabbles<33 just felt like putting something short out for u guys, thank u for reading!!:)

i miss chan ignore my singknf

we moved on from this hyunjin way too fast

dildo training with hyunjin !

hyunjin has a big dick-

-contains mature themes

"breathe baby breathe" hyunjin reminded you as you pressed your eyelids closed. the stretch sending mixed signals of pain and pleasure to your brain.

his clothed body close to you. hand controlling just how much you could take. you needed to get adjusted.

to his size.

hyunjin suggested using a dildo. one that was close to his length. you were eager at first. thinking you could take him in one go.

you overestimated yourself. and more importantly underestimated your boyfriend's dick.

.

.

it had originally began with you...

"can we try?" you asked, wiping the tears off your cheeks. things were tough this week. you were tired. tired of everyone. of socialising. putting up a fake mask to hide your pain to the people outside.

but with hyunjin there was no hiding. you could rant to him, cry to him and he would listen. word to word. kissing your tears away. holding you tight when you felt like you couldn't do it anymore.

"my love, i don't think you're in the right state of mind to do this.."

yeah, maybe you weren't but right now you didn't want to think of anything. you didn't want to talk anymore.

so you looked at him. with teary eyes. and jutted your lips out into a pout. he smiled. cupping your face to plant a kiss on your nose. mumbling a small okay.

.

his plan was to get you as relaxed as possible. he'd decided on making you cum atleast twice before he actually gets down to business.

1. fingering you.

his fingers being much longer than yours was an advantage. he'd reach deep and stretch you out. not too much but just enough. hitting that spot inside of you. carving himself there. digging into all the right places. till your cumming all over his digits.

2. eating you out.

whenever he did, you'd see stars. he knows his tongue has a lot of power. one lick and you're a complete goner. being as sloppy as possible. spit dripping down his chin as he fucks his tongue into your aching cunt. it was as easy as breathing for him.

and finally.

to the best part.

your mouth watered as he loosened his belt. his slacks hanging on his hips in the sexiest way possible. he was hard.

of course he was. how could he not be.

letting out a hiss, as he pushed his pants down just enough to get his dick out. precum leaking from his tip. you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

so big. so thick. curved slightly upwards.

"want t-to suck you off" you mumbled. he tutted. not in a mean way. never in a mean way.

"not today darling. maybe some other time"

you felt yourself getting wetter. as he took the lube. putting a whole lot into his palm before he coated himself. the room beginning to smell like berries.

.

"just the tip, yeah?" he reassured as you clawed at his biceps. fuck he was too big. you weren't ready for him. a mess of substances between your leg.

your own slick, the lube and his wetness.

"come on, baby..you can take it"

you tried to focus on him. his breathing. your breathing. and slowly rested. you didn't clench your muscles. within a few seconds, you could feel his length slid into you a little more.

"only the tip, y-yeah?" hyunjin mumbled, kissing the single tear drop that rolled down your face. you breathed out heavily.

"i-in?" you muttered, mouth parted as he stretched you deliciously.

his eyes widening a bit before going back to being half lidded.

"baby im not even halfway in...shit-" he cursed, looking down at where he was. his tip stretching your poor little pussy. you panicked. your senses heightened.

"shh shhh its okay. you did your best sweetheart" he praised you.

noticing how a few more tears slipped out. you wanted him. but it frustrated you that you couldn't even take him in one go. it really wasn't your problem but it felt like it was. him and his stupid dick.

he moved his hips. enough. till he was fucking you. pushing just his tip in and out of you. you cried at how good it felt. you could see how his composure was slowly fading away.

everything becoming too much for him. the squelching. the warmth.

"can't imagine how you'll be when you take me whole"

you shivered. realising that one day you would. you would be able to. if you just practiced getting used to it.

stretched out to the limit. you could do it.

"feels good, doesn't it ?"

you shook your head, opening your mouth to let him in. his tongue licking into your mouth. in the most erotic way possible.

.

.

the silicone dildo slowly entering. you trusted hyunjin. he knew if you couldn't take it.

"deep breaths baby"

you tried to relax as he pressed it a little firmer to your entrance. you could feel yourself flutter.

his other hand gently lifting your face up. to look at him.

he looked gorgeous. his mid length hair slicked back. the white button up shirt and his tie still on. you couldn't help but stare at his wrist. a gold watch.

his rings still on as he pushed the toy more and more into you.

"h-hyun I don't think i ca-" you panted out, thighs shaking. he hummed, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"you can do it, i know you can darling"

the purple dildo easing into you even more and more. and with each inch it slipped it, the more fuller you felt. your cunt aching. his fingers gripping the side of your hip to hold you in place as you writhed.

you threw your head back as you reached the base. hyunjin's hand pressed against your heat as he held the base. keeping it still. eyes plastered on how your pussy tried so hard to take it all in. spasming and clenching.

"thats my girl. such a good girl, took it so well"

"i d-did it?" you questioned. mind hazy.

the pressure you felt between your legs was an experience. you felt absolutely full.

pussy clenching at the fact that very soon you'd be able to actually take him without much difficulty.

him splitting you apart on his cock. fucking you raw.

"of course you did. i knew you could do it."

"i'm so proud of you" he giggled, kissing you.