This Is So Cute Omg

this is so cute omg☹️☹️

tired slow sex and talking him through it + minho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i love corsets so much, and this definitely made me love them more🤭

no air

word count: <2k

warnings: afab!reader, slight orgasm denial, soft dom!minho, sub!reader, minor choking, minor breathplay, hair pulling, minor degradation, a bit of manhandling, reader is called kitten and baby girl, unprotected sex (use a condom, folks), teasing - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: you come home to minho gifting you a corset. of course you have to put it to good use.

“i got you something,” is the first thing you hear when you walk through the door of your shared apartment, ready to change into pajamas and curl up against your partner for the night. you place your bag down before turning towards him, an eyebrow quirked, but his face doesn’t betray anything beyond the excited mirth in his eyes.

he’s sitting on the couch, making the perfect picture of relaxation, body slumped and legs spread. a white box tied shut with a glittery ribbon lays on the coffee table in front of him, and the slight shake of his hand when he gestures towards it shows what he’s trying to hide. he’s nervous.

you approach the box timidly, gently pulling apart the ribbon and pulling the lid off. when you push back the thin tissue paper on the inside, you have a let out a gasp as your heart skips a beat. a black corset is placed there, lacy and ribbed, with shiny black ribbons on the front and back criss-crossing with the strings hanging off the end.

“baby,” you breathe out, running a fingertip over the ribbing. “for me?”

“no, for me,” he snarks, smiling fondly at you. “of course, for you. i saw you looking at them the other day on the computer so. i got it. do you like it?”

“maybe i was looking for you, i think you would look sexy in this,” you tease, matching his crinkly eyed smile with your own and softening your voice. “i love it, min.”

“we don’t have to use it today. i just wanted to give it to you as soon as it arrived.” he says, edges of anxiety peeling back to reveal satisfied contentment at your reaction.

“good, because tonight i want to cuddle you until your limbs fall asleep.”

“oh baby, you have such a way with words.”

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it takes two weeks for you to finally put it on, wiggling your body into the material and clumsily tying the strings in the back. you leave the ones in the front untied, tightened with no knot - he’d want to do that part himself, you’re sure.

you’ve chosen a day where you know he’ll come home with the desire to relieve some stress. he’s at a meeting with some higher ups, ones you know he doesn’t get along with, and your entire body shivers in anticipation as you think of the way his jaw is probably tightening in anger right now on his drive home. you’ll be the perfect release for him today, you’re sure of it.

you forgo bottoms for just a simple pair of black cotton underwear, knowing that he won’t pay attention to anything other than the mesh and lace that’s melting into your skin. you do put on a simple black choker with a metal “M” hanging off of it, a gift he got you for christmas last year that you treasure and only bring out on special occasions.

this seemed like a special enough occasion to you.

your heart races when you hear his keys jangling against the front door, and you run to the door, struggling to stand in a position that didn’t look like a pose.

“baby, you wouldn’t believe the day i’ve had-“ he starts, the complaint on his lips dying as he takes you in, takes in what you’re wearing, just for him. his jaw drops a bit as he kicks the door shut, dropping the keys to the floor instead of hanging them up in his usual near manner. “well, what do we have here?” he purrs, stalking towards you with feline eyes. you blush under his intense gaze, body twitching as he approaches you slowly.

“wanted to do something special for you, min,” you say, voice trembling a bit at the edges, insecurities that you never could squash coming up to your throat. does he even like this? sure, he bought it for you, but what if it was a joke?

you let out a gasp as he finally lays his hands on your waist, fingertips digging in slightly as his soft lips press a kiss to your jawbone.

“bedroom, now.” he says, voice hard and commanding, arousal dripping off of it like honey. it’s like a switch flipped in his brain the second he saw you, and that’s exactly what you wanted.

you rush to stand in the middle of your shared bedroom, in front of the bed, knowing that he probably wants you on the mattress on all fours but not wanting to give into him just yet; he loves the chase just as much as the act. you can’t help the anticipation from crawling up your chest, sending waves of arousal through you as you wait for him.

he stalks in a few minutes later, collar of his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his defined collarbone and the column of his neck. he’s taking off his belt, the buckle jingling in the silent room, and for a second you think he might use it to cuff your wrists together before he throws it off to the side.

“and what’s my kitten doing all the way over here?” he purrs, clicking his tongue as he buries his fingers soothingly into your hair before jerking, your head whipping up, giving his access to wrap a hand lightly around your throat. his hand digs the metal of your collar into your skin and for a second you can’t breathe. “you know where your place is.”

he walks you backwards and pushes you roughly, your knees buckling as they hit the edge of the bed and your breath rushing out as your body hits the mattress. he wastes no time stripping himself of his pants and boxers, the clothes pooling on the floor. he leans over, climbing onto the bed on top of you, stalking like a feline who’s caught it’s prey. his fingers dip into the band of your underwear as he finally captures your lips in a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, messy and delicious.

he slides his hand into your panties, his warm palm sending a fresh wave of arousal throughout your entire body. he plays with you with his fingers, sliding through your folds and digging into your clit perfectly, sparks flying up your spine as you moan into his mouth. he doesn’t bother taking your panties off, his hand moving furiously underneath them, and that makes the heat bubbling up in you even worse.

he breaks the kiss when you start panting, not able to hold back as your orgasm quickly approaches. you hold onto his arm for dear life, rutting up into his hand desperately and making little whines every time he pressed harder.

“min- ah,” you breathe out, the words barely making it past your swollen lips. you’re already delirious and he‘s barely even done anything yet. “min, please.”

“oh, baby girl,” he says, a sick satisfaction burning through your head when you realize that he’s breathless, too. “you wrapped yourself into a nice pretty present for me. let me open you up properly.”

with that, he plunges three fingers into your cunt, your wetness proving more than enough slickness for them to slide in easily. you clench around them as you moan, high and thready, each push and pull of his hand punching an eager sound out of you.

your eyes roll back into your head as the coils in your lower belly tighten, more and more until-

he removes his hand completely, letting you slump back into the mattress, clenching around nothing and choking out a sob.

“my kitten’s been so good, hasn’t she?” he says, voice velvet as he breaths words into your ear. he peels back your underwear in one swift movement, leaving you open and exposed in front of him. “she deserves a reward, hmm?”

“yes, yes, been good,” you babble, not able to lift out of the daze that he’s put you in to be embarrassed about how desperate you’ve become in just a few minutes. “kitten’s been good for you.”

“all for me,” he says, teasing the tip of his cock through your folds, smirk widening when you jump as it catches on your hole, oversensitive from being denied your release. “right, baby? my perfect little kitten, wrapped up tight, all for me.”

you scream as he finally pushes into you, one sure thrust until he’s fully seated inside. he’s filling you up perfectly, like he was made just for you. or you were made just for him, you can’t tell anymore. his hands run up and down the corset, fingers playing with the ribbing as he moves in and out of you shallowly.

“min,” you whine, bottom lip trembling as your legs shake, desperate for him to move, to do something, anything. “more.”

“you want more?” he says, pushing into your hear harshly, punching the air out of your throat as you choke on a sob. you nod, a few stray tears escaping you as he finally sets up a brutal rhythm, his hair matting against his forehead with sweat; he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him.

he slams into you, over and over, the force of his hips moving your body synchronously with his. each thrust sends fireworks sparking up your spine, bursting behind your eyes until you can’t control them from rolling to the back of your head again.

you gather the strings at the front of the corset and clumsily press them to his palm.

“pull,” you breathe out, thoughts not coherent enough to say anything else. his hips stutter in surprise, stopping completely as he slumps a bit into you, breathing hard.

“are you sure?“ he says, kitten eyes wide with curiosity. you nod vigorously, the moment making your head spin, even more when he resumes his movement with a newfound intensity. he wraps each string around his hands, flexing his fists before tugging, sharp and strong. you feel your breath constrict, your lungs lodged up in your throat and your heartbeat loud in your ears. you’ve never done anything like this before, anything past his wandering hand squeezing lightly against your throat, never enough to rob you of your breath. you don’t even realize you’re cumming until it hits you all at once, a crescendo of waves washing over you, leaving you fucked out and dazed with pleasure. he lets go of the strings, your breath rushing back into your lungs as he works you through your orgasm, one hand moving to rub circles into your clit while the other slides along your waist.

his own breath is coming out in short bursts, close to his release, but you’re too overwhelmed to notice when he spills inside of you. you’re dizzy, lightheaded in the best way, barely whining when he pulls out. he presses a few tender kisses to your lips, your forehead, your cheek, but you still make a sad noise at him when he walks away to find a rag to clean you up with.

your breathing is still shallow when comes back, constricted by the ribbing in the corset, and it does nothing to help the lightheadedness you’re feeling. he tugs on the strings with gentle fingers, loosening them and helping you sit up so he could tug it off over your head. he lays you back down, massaging at the indentations the hard edges of the corset left into your skin. you sigh into him, letting him pull you into his arms and pillow your head on his chest.

“you always take such good care of me,” he murmurs, tracing idle patterns into your bare skin. “my pretty girl.”

thank you @wolfennracha for the tag <3

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or more piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

tagging @skz-streamer @mommyghostface28 and @straywrds

absolutely no pressure tho!!💖

color the sentence that's true about you >.>

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

no pressure tags >.>

@snowyquokka @sungiesbbg

i have one similar to this :))

this pic just brought me to my knees GOD DAMN

i want to get a master's degree i want to take a cake decorating class i want to dance i want to sing i want to write and remember how to think i want to swim i want to be free

he’s so chicken little yet suburban golf dad😭