Ruin Me - Part Ilee Know X F!reader

⛓️˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ruin me - part I lee know x f!reader

In his dirtiest, deepest fantasies, you know exactly what he wants. You run your pretty fingers along his jaw, down his throat, letting your nails drag over his skin dangerously. You stare at him like you’re ready to devour him whole, and then you wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze until his vision fuzzes out at the edges. You force him onto the bed, rip his clothes off until he’s bared to you in all his desperation, maybe make him get on all fours, push his face into the sheets as you inspect his hole. And, God, he begs, begs until his throat is raw, promises you anything for just one touch. OR perv!bsf!minho finds your panties. temptation is too strong.

word count: 4k words

author's note: the second part of this is basically almost done and will be dropping in the next couple of days, but I needed to separate them for pacing reasons. the second part is ... long. for reasons that will become apparent at the end of this. also this is pretty filthy, so heed warnings!

warnings: this a perv!skz thing so Minho’s being weird and pushing boundaries, please don’t see this as a model of healthy behaviour; mention of food and being full in a sexy way because this may be perv!Minho but he’s still Minho; panty stealing; masturbation; male squirting; choking and breathplay by himself (DON'T!!!); fantasizing about degradation, praise, more choking, painplay; dacryphilia; one mention of breeding; implied butt stuff (m receiving)

part 2 (coming in the next few days!!!!)

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Ten seconds. Ten seconds is all it took.

One, you disappearing into the bathroom to find your bracelet.

Two, Minho scuffing his foot into the plush carpet next to your bed and spotting something peeking out from under the bed frame.

Three, a single shift of his weight from one foot to the other, to see what it was.

Four, a realisation that made his mouth go dry and his heart skip a beat.

Five, six, seven, his body moving before his brain could stop him.

Eight, nine, clammy hands shoving the material into the pocket of his jeans, next this traitorous cock that was already filling out.

Ten, you walking out of your bathroom, pretty and glowing like the main character in a movie as you slot your earring into place, shirt riding up enough to expose a sliver of soft waist, jeans digging into the pudge of your stomach in a way that makes Minho’s stomach lurch with need.

A few steps of your pretty socked feet on the hardwood, a smile up at him, looking at him through your lashes, offering him your wrist, your bracelet dangling between your fingers. Minho is glad he manages to hold your gaze, glad his fingers aren’t shaking, and his body doesn’t betray him when your chest keeps rising and falling, tits so close to his fingers that he could brush against them if he straightened them out. He takes a deep breath, is overwhelmed with the smell of you, your shampoo, your perfume. His cock is half hard, his guts pulsing with the same gut-wrenching desire you pull out of him all the time without even trying, only this time it’s made more deliciously maddening by the knowledge of what he’s hiding in his pocket.

Your panties. Black, simple, only a little lacy around the edges, crushed up in a ball in the left pocket of his blue jeans, burning a hole into his skin, a hole into his conscience, where guilt and unbearable desire swear to rob him off his sanity, as he struggles to be even half coherent as he flips the meat on the grill at your favourite KBBQ place.

Of course, he grills it for you. He would worship the ground you walk on, if he could – but you don’t know that, so he settles for grilling your meat and watching you eat well, preening at the happy, satiated grin on your face when you’re done, resisting the urge to reach across the table to wipe a smear of grease off the corner of your mouth or let his hand drag over your full, undoubtedly warm, soft belly to slip between your legs and caress a full-body orgasm out of your warm, –

He has to shake himself out of it, has to will his cock back to the half chub he’s been sporting all day that has only been controlled by his willpower and his willpower alone, has to force himself to put one foot in front of the other when the food and the two shots of soju have mellowed you into a clingy, sleepy version of you that holds on to his bicep as you walk, head resting against his shoulder in a way that he knows will leave the smell of your hair ingrained there for exactly two hours, long enough for two orgasms, rubbed out of his cock, burning with guilt and shame and so much desire it makes his world feels like it tilts on its axis and makes him sob into his pillow when the high fades …

He almost forgets about the panties, mind entirely elsewhere on the cold walk from your place to his after dropping you off, thinking about you, yes, but also Doongie’s birthday, as he toes off his shoes in the hallway, drops his coat on the hook, wonders whether cats feel their own age at all and if they know why humans give them presents and the good wet food once a year …

Until he stands in the middle of his bedroom, reaches into his pockets for his phone, his wallet, his keys, ready to peel off his pants and shove the shoulder of his sweater under his nose and finally take care of his half hard, aching cock when he reaches into his pocket and his fingertips meet cotton.

His hands are shaking when he pulls them out of his pocket, and it only takes him one look before he flings them onto his bed and takes a shaky few steps back, his heart thundering in his chest.

They’re not washed. They’re worn.

They’re worn

His cock pulses between his legs, his stomach coiling with so much desire it nearly makes him double over. He digs his fingers into the wood of the dresser behind him.

Somewhere deep within him, his conscience rebels, strikes the alarm. Tells him that he shouldn’t do this, that he should know that once he gets a taste of this, he won’t be able to go back. That he’s fucked in the head and that he knows it, that he’ll be digging through your dirty clothes hamper before the next week is up to get more, more, more, because he’ll wrap them around his cock and smear his release all over the residue of your pussy, and he’ll never be able to forget the taste of it once he has it on his tongue.

He wars with himself like that for what feels like hours, until the sun has sunk way past the horizon, shrouding his room in darkness until the offending material is nothing but a dark shadow on his bedsheets. Standing at the other end of his room, as far away from his bed as possible, gnawing at his bottom lip, but he knows he’s delaying the inevitable.

He knows his fate was sealed the moment he reached under the bed and stuffed the panties in his pocket.

His legs don’t feel like his own when he slowly walks over, sinks onto his bed. Blindly, he feels around for the thing that has been tormenting him. When his fingers find lace, he crushes the panties into his hand with an iron grip. His legs part slightly. His chest feels tight. Arousal makes his brain feel foggy, until everything fades, except the one thing that’s always there, in every waking thought — you.

In his more tame fantasies, he takes what he can get. He imagines kissing you, maybe, if he lets himself go where he shouldn’t, he imagines you kissing him. Shoving your pretty pink tongue that he’s only ever gotten greedy glimpses of when you were eating or taking a sip from your coffee, right into his mouth. He’d probably drool all over himself, but you’d like it. You’d climb into his lap and his hands would be shaking once he finally got to touch you. But touch you, he would. He would commit every inch of you to memory. He would push his fingers into you, rub an orgasm out of you, suck your juices off his fingers and not wash his hands just so he could rub them against his nose for the next 24 hours while he jerked his cock raw.

But here, in the darkness of his room, with the black lace of your panties crushed between his fingers, he lets himself venture where he doesn’t often let himself go, where it’s too dangerous. Because if he let himself believe that you could give him what he really wants, his hopes would get too strong to contend with reality, threatening to distort it and warp it until the tenuous grasp he has on his sanity, on his sick and twisted and unrequited love for you, slipped right through his fingers.

Because in his dirtiest, deepest fantasies, you know exactly what he wants. You run your pretty fingers along his jaw, down his throat, letting your nails drag over his skin dangerously. You stare at him like you’re ready to devour him whole, and then you wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze until his vision fuzzes out at the edges. You force him onto the bed, rip his clothes off until he’s bared to you in all his desperation, maybe make him get on all fours, push his face into the sheets as you inspect his hole. And, God, he begs, begs until his throat is raw, promises you anything for just one touch.

He likes to imagine, how you’d render every gram of muscle he’s worked so hard on in the gym useless. How you’d make him feel like he’s nothing. Smaller than small. Just a vehicle for your pleasure. Maybe you’d condescend to calling him pretty. Run your sweet, deadly fingers over the arch of his nose, stare down at his lips without touching until he’s shivering. Reduce him to tears with just one look of those eyes he has the privilege of being seen by, without ever truly being seen. He doesn’t want you to just see him. He wants you to see everything, wants to be bared to your intelligent eyes — he wants you to see him for what he is. Pathetic. Dirty. Perverted.

Wrong.

And he wants you to punish him for it.

He doesn’t know when he raised his hand, when he brought the balled up underwear in his hand to his face, but the first whiff of it is life-changing, earth-shattering, makes his world turn upside down and his eyes roll into back of his head, his back hitting the sheets as he shoves it against his nose so hard it almost hurts and inhales again.

It’s sweet. Tangy. A little sour, maybe, because you were probably wearing them all day. Maybe some sweat mixed in with the sweet slick from your pussy. The thought alone makes Minho’s hips jump off the bed pathetically, chasing the pressure of his own hand. He often wonders what your pussy looks like. He only saw the outline of it once, when you were wearing leggings, thoughtlessly leaning over the side of the sofa to grab your phone before you were heading out. Your ass, round and perfect, then, leading down, a little V. Two lips, and a little space in between, where the head of his cock could fit so prettily. He jacked off so often to the thought of filling that little space with his cum that his dick was chafed raw, and he could barely meet your eyes. But no matter what he imagines it to look like, he knows it wouldn’t matter to him – it would be as gorgeous as you are, no doubt, wet and glistening and hot, and he’d worship it, if he was just given the chance.

He takes a ragged breath, chest rising in barely controllable tremors, and lets go of the panties, lets them drop on the pillow next to his bed, in favour of torturously slowly trailing his free hand over his clothed chest – the depraved, limitless part of himself already slipping into a place where he can imagine it’s your hand instead of his – until his fingers find the cool metal of the necklace around his neck.

You gave him this necklace, almost a year ago now, for his birthday. It’s a simple thing, a sturdy, a thick chain, shining, real silver, long enough to rest just between his collarbones, a decorative closure, a little thin stick that is threaded through a ring to hold it in place. And Minho knows that’s all it is – a present, a thing you picked out because you thought it would go well with his oversized shirts and thick hoodies, short enough to not get in the way too much when dancing, not expensive enough to be too precious to wear.

But to Minho, it’s so much more. To Minho, the necklace isn’t as much of a necklace. It’s a collar. He wears it not for a fashion statement, but out of a devotion to you that only he knows about. He wears it every day, barely takes it off, his skin itching when he has to, at airport security, a hysterical kind of calm settling back into his bones when it’s back around his neck. He touches it when he sees your name light up his phone screen, or when he thinks of you while he’s out with his friends. But most often, he pulls at it when he’s right here, on his bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, tugging until the metal cuts into the back of his neck and he can feel his devotion to you with every sting of pain.

The necklace snags against his skin and the pain singes a path through his body, a light tremor that runs from the tips of his toes all the way to the crown of his head, makes his cock pulse with the neglect.

He’s been hard for so long that his cock hurts, where it’s confined in his jeans, and he feels his control slipping so fast it’s almost scary. His hand trails an absentminded path down his stomach, until his fingertips graze the bulge in his jeans, thick and hot, just how you’d like it, and the thought of you, makes him burn. You wouldn’t want him to give in so quickly. You’d make him wait.

He squeezes his cock so hard it hurts – his back arching, cock spurting more precum into his boxers, a sob tearing out his throat.

Oh, Minho.

Your voice, molten caramel crawling up his chest, coiling around the skin of his throat, a moan around a piece of meat becoming something entirely else here in the safety of his room. He digs his nails into the jean material of his bulge. Chokes out a ragged breath.

A soft giggle. Nobody does it like you. You’ve ruined me for everyone else.

He whimpers, blindly, desperately fumbles around his pillows until he finds the delicate material of your underwear again. He crushes them against his face and takes a greedy inhale, and the battle with his self-control is lost. His back arches off the bed again, his hand grinds down on his cock and the friction kicks him into motion.

He shoves his clothes off frantically, sits up only enough to rip his shirt and hoodie over his head at the same time, before flopping back down into the pillows. He drags a heavy, burning hand down until he can pop the button of his tight, tight, way too tight jeans, shucks them down, off, kicks them off the bed and then he’s finally naked.

He falls back. He’s exposed, body twitching and hot, every nerve ending on fire, just lying there on his bed, in the dark. The room is quiet except for his heaving chest. On the street, a car is passing. Minho shivers, whimpers into the darkness. He aches.

The cool air of the room makes goosebumps break out all over his body, but he doesn’t move to cover himself up. He lets them make another full-body tremor rack through him. His cock is heavy and hot and wet against his lower stomach, and he parts is legs, exposes himself further to the emptiness of his room, imagines it’s you he’s exposing himself to.

He shoves your underwear back to his nose and smoothes his hand down over his chest, first his palm, then the tip of his finger brushing over his sensitive nipple. The moan he lets out is dampened by the cotton, but the room is dead silent, and it slices through the darkness. It’s so loud, so needy, entirely humiliating. It’s perfect. He moans again.

His chest is sensitive, always has been. He came just from playing with it, once, cock entirely untouched, only his fingers brushing over his nipples until he nearly screamed with sensitivity. He wonders if you’d like it, that he’s sensitive. If you’d touch him there softly, brushing your fingers over him until he goes insane with pleasure. Or if you’d be mean, if you’d pinch them and twist them, laugh at him when he cries. His hand drags down his belly when he imagines your lips around his nipple, calling him your sweet, sensitive boy.

His hand curls around his cock when the you in his head bites his nipple and laughs at him. The pleasure of his hand finally curling around himself rockets pleasure through him and his cock spurts so much precum he thinks for a second that he already came – though when he pumps himself once, the hot, heavy weight of arousal in his guts tells him he hasn’t.

Already made such a mess, you purr, what are we going to do with such a needy little boy?

Minho sniffles into the silence of the room. And he is a mess already, his stomach covered in rapidly, uncomfortably cooling precum, the hand on his cock sliding with how wet it already is. It’s humiliating. He wishes you could see. Fuck, he wishes you were here.

What is heartache but a different kind of pain. He somehow manages to rip his hand from his cock, fisting it into the sheets, relishing in the way his whole body shakes, his knees knock together, try to create friction, and he howls into the room.

It’s like you’re a spectre. He can almost feel the weight of your body when he imagines you crawling over him, straddling his waist, can imagine it’s the plush of your ass when he pushes his cock up from his abdomen with his hands.Blindly, he scrambles for one of his

pillows, let’s go off the panties, only for long enough to fold the pillow in half and wrap it around his cock. The softness, the coolness of the material, they’re a relief on his burning, aching skin. He can’t help but think that this is what it would be like to touch you. Cool fingers, soothing the way his body burns. A salve on the open wound that is his desire for you.

A first tear rolls down his cheek, and he grinds his hips up and oh god he isn’t gonna last, he isn’t gonna last at all.

The wetness seeps into the pillows, and it’s slightly uncomfortable, only makes him sob with how much better he knows you’d feel. You, sitting on his cock, pussy snugly wrapped around him. He imagines the lips of them, rubbing against his shaft with every lift of your hips. The button of your clit, wet, glistening, red, little, and needy for his touch. The cream of you coating his cock. Spit pools in his mouth. He grips the pillow in one hand, brings the other back to his face so he can shove your underwear against his nose, and lets go.

It’s pathetic, so fucking pathetic, the way he starts humping the pillow, the way his back arches and his mattress squeaks with every thrust into the softness that doesn’t quite squeeze him the way he wants to be squeezed, sucked into your warm body, milked until he’s breeding you full of his cum.

He half screams, half sobs, his release so close he can almost taste it, when his heel slips on his sheets, makes his cock slip out of the pillow and his hips lose their rhythm. It’s devastating. His body screams for more, for friction, heat, a hole to sink his cock into. He inhales, feels the tart sweetness of your scent cover his tastebuds and somehow, he manages to flip himself over. The pillow is still below his hips, but the fold of it is long forgotten, his cock now just trapped between it and his abdomen.

He falls forward onto his elbow, black lace still clutched against his face, and he grinds his cock down hard.

The friction is so good, so much better than on his back, and he loses the last dregs of his dignity/ With his face buried in your underwear, his back hunched, he allows his hips to do what they need to, to chase the friction, no matter how fast and hard and uncoordinated, desperate whimpers torn from his lips with every drag of cotton against the sensitive head of his cock.

There are no scenarios playing in his head, any more, no words he wishes you were saying, only the heavy, unignorable sense, the presence of you that haunts him day and night, and the brutal, cold hard truth of him, in his dark room, furiously humping his pillow with your dirty underwear pressed to his nose, every inhale a desperate gasp, every exhale a pathetic moan.

His arm gives out, and he falls forwards into the sheets, panting desperately, his face buried in your panties, his free hand snaking between his legs, wrapping around his cock in a tight fist, the other reaching behind his head, taking a hold of the necklace and pulling, until he can feel it constrict his airways.

He comes two seconds later. With his face buried in your panties, his hand still wrapped around the necklace, his lungs fighting for air, every shaky inhale sending more of your smell through his system, he crashes over the edge with such an intensity that his vision whites out for a second. Distantly, he hears himself scream into his sheets, toes curling, body locking up as he spills, hot and wet, all over his hand, his pillow, his abdomen. And he keeps cumming, his cock spurting wetness all over himself until he seriously wonders if he’s peeing himself, and also if he’s about to pass out, until he realises he’s still holding the necklace in a vice grip. He lets go.

He rears up, gasps for air, gulps it down, his hand helplessly falling into the sheets, his sensitive cock still dripping, every brush of it against the pillow underneath him making little jolts run through his body.

And it takes him a good few minutes to come down, his consciousness floating somewhere five feet above his head. His lucidity comes back to him slowly, but still too painfully fast.

The first thing that becomes awfully clear is his posture. His body, hunched over the pillow that’s still bunched between his thighs, absolutely drenched in his cum. His chest, still heaving slightly, pressed into the sheets.

Then, he realises his face is still smushed into your panties. They’re right underneath his face, on his pillow.

Oh, and he’s drooling. Fuck.

He tries to get himself upright, but his arm nearly gives out, then his leg does, and he tumbles onto his side, cursing in pain when he tries to straighten his leg and a dull ache shoots through his body. He reaches down, past his wet, sticky abdomen, tries to massage feeling back into his calves, and he waits. He waits patiently for what he knows is the next step of the all too familiar process of coming down from one of his manic jerk-off sessions. The shame.

But before it can kick in, his phone rings. But it’s not his normal ringtone. No, it’s the one he set for you. You’re calling. The thought hits him like it’s the bell, and he’s pavlov’s dog.

He scrambles out of bed, his legs still aching and half asleep, and he almost faceplants straight into the floor, catches himself, and crawls over to where his phone is vibrating in the pockets of his jeans.

He rips it out of his pocket, hits accept, and lets himself thunk back onto the floor with a groan.

There’s silence on the other side of the phone. But he can hear you breathing. Steadily, in, out, in, out.

He’s cold. Shivering. The comedown is hitting him.

Finally, you speak.

“Something of mine has gone missing …”

The tone of your voice, the quiet, knowing rasp, makes Minho gasp out a desperate moan, so loud there’s no doubt in his mind that you heard. The knowledge makes his oversensitive body tremor.

“And if you’re a good boy and tell me where it’s gone, I won’t have to punish you.”

part 2 (coming in the next few days!!!!)

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 [𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈], 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭?

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝!𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 & 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 :

As a wolf hybrid, Chris takes a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. When he ends up in a relationship with you, he wants to take care of you - wants to be there for you, be the man of the house; and sometimes this causes you to think he may have misogynistic tendencies only to soon realize it's just because he's part wolf and sees himself as the Alpha.

He's very social. He's the charismatic one of you two, even if you're outgoing; He'll introduce the two of you together, order for you, greet strangers he doesn't know if they're looking in his direction - He's extremely social, it's just how he is. He'll also introduce you to his friends just days after beginning to date him.

Like it or not, licking is a thing. He'll cuddle up with you for movie night and you'll end up falling asleep because he'll lick over your neck and the side of your face, caring and gentle and kind. He'll stop if you stir, though, annoyed with the feeling in your sleep. He understands it's a bit odd for you.

He's doting on certain occasions. Example; If you're younger than him and you grow sick, he'll immediately take it upon himself to take care of you in any way he can and stick by your side the entire time. If you're older than him and he gets sick, he'll secretly hope for you to care for him in his time of need. He may even verbally ask for you to dote on him a bit more often.

Takes it upon himself to teach you things he knows about. He wants to show you how to cook special meals, how to properly wrap wounds, how to figure out where to put a nail in the wall and hang decor. Anything at all - It's natural for wolves to want to pass knowledge along younger pups and he sees you as one of his own, so he wants to pass some knowledge to you as well. And any time he learns a better technique for something, he'll share it with you, too.

He's one of mutual respect. Though he sees himself as the Alpha, he doesn't think of you as any less. He treats you equally, doesn't put you down, doesn't treat you like a child or a pup or something beneath him.

He is extremely loyal down to the bone. Not only in your relationship, but his friendships, his commitments - You're having a date at 12:30 PM on Friday? He's there at exactly 12:30 - and he brought roses. He promised Minho he'd be there for him during a doctors appointment next week? "Sorry, sweetheart - I told a friend I'd be there for him and I can't let him down. Do you think we could do it Thursday instead?"

^ However, he is almost loyal to a fault. He expects to be with you forever - for the rest of his life - and if you decide to break it off or cheat on him, expect him to hold a grudge against you until the end of time.

He does not like new people introducing themselves into the friend group - AKA his pack. He will growl and glare, silently seethe at the idea and sight of someone being so openly friendly with you or Minho or Seungmin. He doesn't like it - He can't help that, either.

He's not extremely keen on new people coming into your shared apartment. That's his territory. Either get them out or at least let them know he's unhappy about it and will have to get use to it over time. It'll take a while, but. He'll try. For you.

He has a very, very bad tendency to just stare. Usually in a more menacing way, because it's in his genes to intimidate and be above others, but most of the time he's just observing people's behaviors and judging them based on what he sees.

He has what I'm going to call - a high success rate. Because of his (admittedly a bit big) ego and view of himself, his rather fit and large body build, and confidence - he excels in pretty much anything he puts his mind to because he gives it his all and is capable of doing quite a lot of things on his own, whether it be complex sports or simply putting together a desk for the shared study.

Bonus : He scent marks a lot of your clothing so other hybrids know you're already with someone - specifically a wolf hybrid who does not fuck around when it comes to his mate.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 :

He's not the type to have sex with you shortly into your relationship. He's going to wait, and talk to you about it - Because he wants pups. It in his genes - He wants pups, wants you to mother them, and wants a lot of them.

As soon as the two of you 'mate' - You better step up. He's going to see you as the other half of the 'alpha pair' now, so you're going to have to change a few things around. He's going to look for loyalty in you towards his friends - people he also considers part of his pack.

Speaking of mating - He's a fucking monster in bed. He's fucking you to breed. He's no there just for fun, there's purpose behind the way he ruts his hips into you so hard that it bruises your skin.

He's going to fuck into you doggystyle (pun? intended.) but not just, oh you're on your hands and knees. He's going to manhandle you onto your knees and use one hand to push you down by the nape of your neck, shoving your face in the sheets.

His canines - which are longer than most would assume - will sink into your neck and on occasion when he comes, break skin. He'll essentially scruff you, bite at your neck and try to hold you still like that - which always works to his amusement. He doesn't care in the moment if it stings or not because he needs you to keep still so he can fuck into you and knot you.

Oh God - Knotting you is his favorite thing to do in his free time. Not only because it's a chance to fuck some pups into you and hope you pop out a few sweet babies for him to take care of and nurture, but also because you're so fucking tight when his knot slips inside of you and plugs you full. It's the best when he doesn't even have the option of sliding out - There's no way his cum won't sink into you and coat your walls. And there's so much of it.

He is obsessed with the idea of you carrying his pups. After the first few times of mating and trying for a baby (or.. babies?), he grows to want it more and more. It's like an insatiable craving - Any time you wear anything remotely see-through or tight or short he's instantly thinking about how much he wants to sink his cock into you until you're crying about how good it feels.

And if you mention in bed wanting to have his pups? You're leaving that room covered in lightly-bleeding bite marks over your entire body, your boyfriend marking you so much that it hurts. You asked for it, though; You knew what you were getting into when you said you wanted him to fill you full over and over.

He keeps you scruffed the entire time his knot is in you and will not let go until it's deflated, his cock softening as he pulls out. He'll clean you up of course, maybe give you a few licks and use his fingertips to push any cum that dares seep out back into your bruised and puffy hole.

There is no soft sex. Ever. Sorry not sorry.

The two weeks that he is in rut are the worst for you. He's struggling, sure, but you're the one who has to take it all - If you need a break you can tell him and he'll let you up, but five minutes later he'll seek you out, whimpering and rutting his hips against your rear to gain some sort of friction. During these two weeks he will fuck you anywhere. He usually doesn't leave the house during this time - but he'll still fuck you in the bathroom, the bedroom, over your study desk, against the back of the couch, on the coffee table, on the kitchen island - you could be sitting, laying down, standing, being carried by him, in the bath or shower, brushing your teeth, cooking dinner, reading a book - He is going to fuck you.

Tag List : @dwaekkicidal

"Just One More Time." | [B.C.]

Day 1 of '8 Days of Kinks' : Breeding

Pairing : Dom!Chris Bang x Fem!Reader

Genre : Pure Smut (MDNI)

Warnings : Breeding kink, mentions of pet names (good girl, sweet girl, pretty girl, etc. type things), pinning, face down ass up position, reader having her face shoved in the mattress, Chris being major daddy material, manhandling,

8 Days of Kinks : Day One [Bangchan] + Breeding Kink

Notes : My first (mini) fic for the 8 Days of Kinks series I'm collaborating with @daisykihannie on. Can't wait to release the rest and see the feedback! Enjoy ~ (Also I did this with blonde curly Chris in mind so THANK ME)

Word Count : 2K

@daisykihannie Day 1: Here

"C'mon, help me out here." The man hovering over you chuckles as he slowly pulls back from where he'd had his face buried in your throat. Your skin burns in his wake, the spit from his kisses coating the junction between your neck and shoulder, and leaving a sparkling trail in the overhead light above - Neither of you had bothered turning it off in the haste to get each other's clothes off.

A flicker of confusion flashes in your eyes before you realize what he's on about this time. He'd laced his left arm across the soft expanse of your waist and pulled on the junction of your hip to flip you over beneath him. The effort and time he'd put into working out five days a week had proved beneficial here with how easy it was to maneuver your body, with the muscle of his bicep flexing and you catching sight of it as you flip over to face the mattress.

"Good girl," His voice is rough - nothing short of holding gravel when he hums out the words. Chris lets his hand slide over the warmth of your back, caressing the bare skin to feel just how heating you've become after his relentless teasing; His kisses that left you breathless and words that sent waves of scorching hot lust through your veins. The skin ignites under his fingertips and the warmth only grows worse when he leans down over you to press lingering kisses along your bare shoulders. His lips are soft, compared to his voice; Plush and warm and promising of love. He's only acting like this - like some animal - because his desires run as deep as his admiration.

With impatience boiling in your blood, your hips jerk backwards to find his own. Chris groans, audible but soft in your ear, and tips his head to look down at where you're wiggling up onto your knees. The thin fabric of your panties is the only thing that separates his leaking cock from the entrance of your pussy - the only thing keeping him from sinking into you and taking what he wants from your body. Not that he doesn't want the rest of you; God, this man cherishes you. All of you.

But right now, he's busy cherishing the dripping essence that is your drooling little cunt displayed in front of him. With just a thin fold of fabric covering what he knew was really his, he could basically see all of you already - especially when he lowers a hand to the curve of your ass and runs his thumb from bottom to top through your slick folds, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to make you quiver under his touch. The fabric of your panties pushes in, clinging to the wet cavern and sticking even as he drags his hand down back to your hip.

He can't help the way his hands smooth down over your hips as he sits back on his knees, nor the way his hips buck forward to meet your own and grind against you. He can see now, from the position he sits in, the way his cock, leaking in desperation for more and a muddy purple at the tip, slips in between your covered folds; He can see how the fabric sticks to your cunt and pushes in towards your hole when he juts his hips up just a little harder than before to make you moan.

"Chris," you breathe, tipping your head to the side to glance back over your shoulder at him. He meets your eyes before his hold on your hip tightens, fingertips digging into your skin before curling underneath the waistband of your panties and beginning to drag them down.

"I'm getting there, pretty girl." He chuckles, pulling the undergarment down your thighs and past your knees to toss them on the floor. He'll steal those later, maybe use them for the next few days - thrust his cock into them until he's covering the fabric in his cum - and maybe he'll return them to you that way, too. Apologize for somehow grabbing them when he left and simply not acknowledging the mess he'd left behind on purpose. "Patience."

Well, maybe he's the one who is impatient.

He's the one wasting no time in pressing closer to you, sliding the length of his cock between your glistening folds. He's weak to the slick sounds of your wetness, thin and dripping strings of your essence clinging to him as he pulls back just enough to line himself up with your entrance, closing his eyes when the head of his cock presses to your hole. The feeling of sinking into your walls has him swallowing down his spit, basking in both the warmth tightening around him - and the sounds of your lungs gasping into the sheets beneath your head.

Chris only blinks his eyes back open when he hears you muttering something. As he leans down, bottoming out in that pretty pussy he gets to call his, he whispers, "What was that, sweetheart?"

Your lashes flutter when you hear him questioning you, fingers instinctively clenching tighter in the sheets. "I..." You trail off, having to find your words once more after feeling the head of your boyfriend's cock kissing at your cervix, buried balls deep in you without movement. "I asked if you could.. fill me up this time," you admit.

Chris stares. With dark eyes and a desire to ruin you that could fight for first place with his passion for his work, he slowly leaned back and let his thumbs rub small strokes over the skin of your lower back. He's quiet - and for a moment you think you may have ruined the mood asking him to come inside of you for the first time in... well, a good while.

Any time Chris had let himself come in you before was purely by accident and he would immediately apologize afterwards. He would rush to clean you up and help you to the bathroom to take care of it, lathering you in the shower and wanting nothing more than to keep you content and not upset at him for his slip up (and not slip out.)

Because of this - Because of the way he always panicked and gasped in fear when he did accidentally come inside of you - You'd guessed off assumption alone that your boyfriend wasn't interested in filling you with his cum at any point, or was just too afraid of the consequences to actually do so and risk it all.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this."

Your eyes blink open a few times in surprise. Peeking back, you lay your eyes on Chris just in time to see him pull back and snap his hips forward hard enough to have you gasping. Your body rocks into the mattress as he sets himself a slow but harsh pace, hips rocking into yours with quick snaps that promise to bruise the insides of your thighs later.

Mouth falling open and eyes slipping shut, you let more of your weight be pushed onto your shoulders. You find comfort in the position, only moving every so often to straighten out your back when the pressure on your upper half gets too much with Chris rocking into you.

But the quicker he moves, the more it aches - and he takes matters into his own hands. His hips snap forward rapidly, almost angry as he pushes his cock into your drooling cunt and holds onto your hips with an iron grip. He'd been pretty quiet up until now, breathing heavy and groans escaping his lips here and there when your walls fluttered around the length stretching you wide. He'd been waiting so long for this and he wasn't going to let you squirming hinder his movements, so he'd slid one hand down to back to force you to arch, eyes igniting at the sight beneath him.

His fingers tangle in your hair before you can react, curling into a fist and gripping tight to your scalp. It causes you to whine - moaning loud and tipping your head straight so he can really hold onto you - and with your face pressed into the mattress you can do nothing but gasp and drool at the relentless pace he sets.

Chris lets himself lean down, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room as background noise now when he whispers right into your ear. "-'m gonna fuck a baby into you," he growls, one of his knees jerking in closer to your own. The snapping of his hips turns into desperate ruts - quick bumps and grinds so he can force his cock into your pussy as deep as it would let him go. "-Gonna fuck you so good, yeah? Gonna put a baby in you 'n make you mine forever."

Your eyes peek open at the last bit, flickering over to glance at him beside you. He's peering down at you, eyes soft despite his words - and you know he's just desperate to fill you with his cum and mark you as his own. Not that you weren't already.

You're met with the sight of golden curls sticking to his forehead from the way he had begun to sweat as he rut into you, flawless skin coated with a light sheen. His lashes fluttered as he tried so hard to keep his eyes open - to keep looking at how gorgeous you were beneath him.

"Want--" You choke, your voice jerking him from his thoughts and causing his eyes to widen a bit as he looked to you. "Want you to -- breed me," You moan in want, one hand coming up just barely from the sheets to push curls away from his eyes and get a better look at him.

Eyes flashing with nothing short of need, he hums. There's the smallest nod of his head before he's burying his cock in you as deep as he can, rolling his hips for a moment before bringing one hand to the mattress near your head and pistoning his hips forward so he can drive his cock into your pussy over and over - quick and hard. His eyes dart down to where you're connected as if trying to see you - trying to see the way your slick dripped from your cunt and down your thighs with how wet you were for him and how his cock throbbed with the want to see his cum dripping out of you.

Chris whines. He whines, growls, and tucks his head down against your shoulder and throat as he picks up the pace once more. He's doing his best to snap his hips in sharp and quick motions mixed with the sad and pathetic, desperate rutting he'd been doing just moments prior. And when he does come, he's sure to fill you to the brim. He'll even pull back just a bit to watch the way his cum leaks out of your pussy and onto the sheets below, dripping and oozing further out with every thrust as he continues to piston into you. Oh well - You had to do laundry anyway, right?

The feeling of his warmth flooding against your walls, coating you with his cum, has you tightening down on him - and maybe on purpose. Maybe you'd done it just to milk him for all he had to offer.

Though when he'd pulled out and flipped you onto your back once more, you could tell just by looking up at him that you were far from being done for the night. He makes the move to slowly pull out of you, away from your puffy pink folds and just take a moment to admire. His eyes only further darkened at the sight he'd been craving for months now after discovering this - newfound want, one could say - with his cum slowly dripping from the slit that promised him nothing but bliss.

He sighs, eyes slowly dragging up your heaving form as you fight to catch your breath where you lay. Pressing one hand over the mound of your cunt, Chris' thumb catches on your clit and rubs slow steady circles to draw your attention. When you peek your eyes open at him and begin to writhe once more, he's smiling, head slowly tipping to one side as he observes you.

"Maybe we should do it just one more time. You know, to make sure it takes."

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(Reader has no name! I use (Y/N) and pronouns she/her.)

Bangchan: He wouldn’t tease you really. He’d reassure you that it’s normal and there’s no need to be embarrassed. He would kiss all over your face until your blush disappears and you giggle.

“You feeling better?” He asks, smiling at Y/N.

Y/N nods, “Feel better but I’m still thinking about my dream.”

He grins, “We can make your dream reality if you tell me what it was.”

“I’m too embarrassed.”

“I’ve seen every beautiful part of you and we have done everything known to man, sweetheart.”

Y/N takes a deep breath as she plays with her shirt, “I was just dreaming about your arms and how you pin me down, Chan. I love it when you do that.”

“That’s what has you so worked up?” He asks, “The thought of me pinning you down is what made you wake up moaning my name?”

Y/N blushes, “Shut up.”

He laughs and kisses her again, “I have no complaints about it, sweetheart. I love knowing how much you desire me. You have no idea how many times I’ve had dreams about you and woke to find I came in my pants.”

“You dirty boy.” Y/N laughs.

He grins and looks down between her legs and licks his lips, “Would you rather go back to sleep or have me bring your dream to life?”

Y/N gulps, “I’d much rather you fuck me back to sleep.”

He takes his shirt off and trips getting out of his pants causing her to laugh. He jumps on her making her squeal as he starts kissing all over her face again, “No one would know you’re horny with how much you’re laughing.”

“You’re the only one who needs to know I’m horny.”

He looks down at her and his face lights up, “I know we are both horny and craving sex but can I just say you are so beautiful.”

“Tell me after you fuck me because after that dream I really need you.”

He groans and the sound goes straight between her legs. She loved dreaming about him and all the inappropriate things they do together and even though it is sometimes embarrassing when he catches her, there was nothing she loved more than when those dreams came to life because reality was always better and he was always so thoughtful and caring even through all the sexual tension.

Y/N gasps as he suddenly starts taking her clothes off, leaving her naked and exposed. His eyes rake over her body and he groans at the sight.

“I am so thankful that you get horny when you’re sleeping.”

Y/N laughs loudly but he silences her with a kiss and the two of you get lost in a world that is entirely yours.

Changbin: “You wannnnnnt me.” He smirked.

She blushed, “Shut up.”

He laughed, “(Y/N), you have no idea how much I desire you every day and to know you desire me even when you sleep brings me joy and also makes me horny.”

She snorted out a laugh, “You’re always horny.”

“Seems to me that you are too.” He grinned.

He moved closer causing her stomach to tighten. His breath was hitting her lips and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and slide her tongue into his mouth and to feel his tongue in hers.

“Tell me what you were dreaming about that got you so turned on.” He spoke, hand on the inside of your thigh. You were craving for it to go higher.

(Y/N) blushed, "You'll just tease me more."

He only grinned and moved his hand up further.

He's such a smartass, she thought.

"I can tease you as much as you'd like, sweetheart." He smiled.

"I know you would." (Y/N) replied, rolling her eyes.

He squeezed her thigh and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, "So tell me what you were dreaming about, baby. I want to make it happen for you. Give you something else to dream about tomorrow."

His voice sent shivers down her spine and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him.

She never fucking could.

So as soon as she told him she dreamt that she was riding him into the mattress and he was grabbing at her ass, he wasted no time in ripping their clothes off, his lips attached to every inch of her skin.

"Tomorrow you're going to wake up from another dream and I'm going to make that one come true."

"If we had sex every time I dreamed about you we would never actually rest." She admitted.

He stared at her, (Y/N) felt her stomach tighten at his face, but she didn't have time to think about it because he was on her and the rest of the world faded away the moment his body was against hers.

Han: "Tell me, baby. I want to know all about the things I was doing to you in your dream."

(Y/N) gulped as he pushed her to her back, hovering over her so he could stare down at her with that damn smirk on his face.

"Who said I was dreaming about you?" She teased.

He smirked and pushed her thighs open, his fingers digging into the soft flesh like he knew she liked it, "You wouldn't let me do this to you if you were dreaming about anyone else, sweetheart. Besides, I fuck you too good for you to ever want to be with another man."

He wasn't wrong and he knew it. He always knew how weak you were for him and he used it to his advantage. Just like he was doing now.

"It was just a normal sex dream." (Y/N) replied, a blush on her cheeks.

"I don't think it was because you're extremely wet right now." He grinned, placing his hand against her through her thin shorts.

She groaned, "You mother fucker."

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her softly, "Not a mother fucker but I'm definitely a you fucker."

She glared at him, "You always have a smart reply for everything."

"Well if you tell me your dream then I won't talk no more. I'll just fuck you until you fall into a dreamless sleep."

(Y/N) stuttered a bit as she tried getting her words out, "You're awful! Why can't I just get myself off and go to bed?"

His fingers trailed up under her shorts, "Because you can't touch yourself as well as I can. I can make you fall apart on my fingers, baby. You're going to struggle to get yourself there."

Once again, he wasn't wrong.

His fingers trailed lightly over the front of her underwear causing her to groan. She grabbed his arms, "Stop talking and just fuck me. Tomorrow we're going to pretend this never happened."

"If you think I'm going to forget you got this wet just dreaming about me you're wrong. I'm going to keep that in my mind for the rest of my life."

She went to argue him but he was kissing her and every other thought flew out of her head apart from him fucking her into the mattress.

She really loved this man even if he could be a major pain in the ass sometimes, but he was her pain in the ass and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Felix: "Come on, (Y/N), tell me what has you squirming under me right now. What were you dreaming about?"

She let out a shaky breath, "Just thought of you and your mouth."

He smiled at her, "Yeah? Where was my mouth at?"

She blushed, "You know where it was."

"I do. I just want to hear your pretty mouth say the word."

(Y/N) was always amazed by him because he always seemed so soft in front of others but when it was just them he turned into such a filth mouth. That was part of the reason she had the dream she did.

"It was between my thighs."

He shook his head and grinned as he moved between her legs, "Close but not exactly what I want to hear."

She groaned, "You're killing me."

He chuckled, "Let me hear you say the word and I'll give you something better than your dreams."

(Y/N) knew that she would absolutely never live this down.

"Your mouth was on my pussy!" She exclaimed, blushing.

"That's a good girl."

He settled between her stomach and grabbed for her underwear. Her stomach racing even though they have done this a million times. She didn't think she'd ever get used to having someone as wonderful as him in her life, but she was excited to have forever with him and figure it all out along the way.

"I want you to wake me up anytime you're horny, baby." He smiled, kissing her thigh as he pulled her underwear down, "I always love making you feel good."

She covered her eyes as he peeled her underwear away and tossed them to the floor, "Felix, please."

He let out a low chuckle, "Your dream got you this turned on, sweetheart?"

(Y/N) just mumbled under her breath causing him to laugh. She was about to scold him but his lips were suddenly on her and the only thing she could focus on was the way his mouth felt.

Nothing else in the world mattered to her at that moment.

Minho: "You're such a good girl."

(Y/N) kept her hands on her face as Minho took her clothes off. She knew it would happen as soon as she woke up moaning his name. She wasn't expecting to find him already awake staring at her but when she saw the look on his face, oh yeah, she knew.

What was going to happen in the next little while would be so much better than her dreams but she was still nervous. She figured she'd always be nervous because she loved him so much and he always made her feel things.

"Minho." She whined.

He smiled at her, "Can't let my angel go to bed horny can I?"

(Y/N) removed her hands and looked at him as he moved between her legs, "I didn't think you'd be awake."

"I woke up to the sounds of you moaning and to my surprise you were still asleep. Wasn't expecting you to moan my name and arch that pretty little back off the bed."

He was going to be her end.

"Minho, get some rest. You really don't have to worry about me."

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you off, sweetheart? Now you're going to lay there and look all pretty while I do all the things that I want to do to you."

She gulped and grabbed at the sheets. She'd never get used to his mouth either, physically and verbally.

"I'll make sure for the next week you don't have these dreams of yours because I'm going to fuck you every night."

She whined, "Baby, please."

"Love hearing you whine for me." He groaned, "Wish I knew what I was doing to you in your dream but that's okay because I'm about to do it all even better."

Her head was spinning. It was a good thing they didn't have any plans for the rest of the week because she knew she was in for it and that she wouldn't be in any kind of shape to be in public after he was done with her.

She really fucking loved this man.

He disappeared down between her thighs and every other rational thought she was forming also disappeared.

Hyunjin: "Tell me what I was doing to you."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, "You were fucking me raw."

He cussed and pushed her legs further apart as he crawled between them. His obvious erection straining against his boxers. The sight had her mouth watering.

"Yeah? You want me to do that to you right now, sweetheart? It's so late and you're craving my cum leaking out of you. What a dirty girl."

(Y/N) whine at his words, "Hyunjin, please."

"Love it when you beg."

He reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers, rubbing it against her pussy. She mentally scolded herself for always sleeping naked, but at the same time it felt too good that she really didn't care. She hoped he fucked her while she slept one night. She'd have to bring that up afterwards.

"Just fuck me." She begged, "Want you."

"Mhm, I know. I heard those sweet noises you were making." He grinned, "Wish I knew exactly how I was fucking you."

(Y/N) gulped before speaking, "From behind. You were taking me from behind and spanking me as you fucked me."

She knew when he hit it from behind he often lost his mind because it was his favorite position.

He had her on her hands and knees before she could even notice his reaction to her words.

"If that's what my baby wants that's what she'll get."

He spanked her ass causing her to gasp. He groaned at the sight of his hand print on her skin. He'd have to take some more photos to add to his collection.

"You ready for me, baby? Going to fuck you so good and make sure you're leaking of me all night."

She groaned and pushed back against him, "Fuck me right now or I'm getting my dildo."

That was all she needed to say before he pushed his cock in her.

(Y/N) knew a fucking dildo would never compare to the real thing but it was always a nice threat to get him to do what she wanted. They'd have a lot of washing to do tomorrow but they both know that it would be worth it, even if it wouldn't stay clean long.

Seungmin: "Sweetheart, I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is I was doing to you in your dreams."

(Y/N) groaned causing him to laugh, "Do I have to tell you?"

"If you want me to fuck you then yes." He replied, "I need to know what you were dreaming of that had you grinding against my leg in the middle of the night."

She'd be embarrassed if they hadn't been together so long. She was only blushing because it was the first time he caught her. She could usually wake up, get herself off and go back to sleep without him knowing.

"I thought about the night when you came home a couple months ago. I really wanted you and you took me in every room of the house. You were fucking me into the bed so good and I was making marks on your back."

He let out a soft groan, "I'm going to have to fuck you in every room tomorrow then, sweetheart. Consider all our plans canceled."

He kissed her before she could argue and she melted against his lips. They were so soft, tender and always knew how to get her blood racing.

(Y/N) was absolutely in love with this man even though he could be a tease and purposely make her squirm. She couldn't imagine living this life with anyone else.

"Do you want me to fuck you into the mattress right now, princess?" He asked, licking her bottom lip, "Want me to make you cum?"

(Y/N) groaned and grabbed his shoulders, "If you don't then I'm going to kick your ass because I could have gotten myself off."

He laughed and kissed her nose, "I would never leave you hanging, baby. As hot as it is to think about you touching yourself, I would much rather be the one making you cum."

He pulled her hips down and wrapped her legs around his waist, You're already so wet that I don't even need to get your ready."

She groaned in embarrassment but he was smiling away. He loved making her get like this, all flushed and squirmy. He felt blessed to be the one to see her this way.

"Fuck me and shut up."

He could tell how needy she actually was because she was being snippy and he loved it. She always got so mean when she was horny and it was such a turn on knowing she wanted him that bad.

Even in her fucking dreams.

"I'll fuck you good, baby. You won't have to dream about me fucking you anymore because you can just wake me up by riding my cock."

(Y/N) opened her mouth to say something but it turned into a moan when his cock started pushing inside of her.

"I'll make sure you sleep so good afterwards, angel." He promised.

And he never failed to keep a promise.

Jeongin: "Jeongin, stop looking at me like that!" (Y/N) scolded.

But he really couldn't help it. He woke up to find his girlfriend moaning his name while she was dreaming. How could he not be amused and smug at the fact?

"You're so beautiful, baby. Even more beautiful when you're moaning for me like that."

She let out a scoff, "You're annoying."

"Can't be too annoying if you're desperate for my cock at one in the morning." He grinned.

She could only cover her face in embarrassment causing him to chuckle. He pulled her hands away and leaned down to kiss her.

"You don't know what it does to me to know you want me that bad, sweetheart. To know you desire me even in your state of unconsciousness makes me so hard. I want you so bad."

She let out a small whimper, "You're such a fucking tease. If you want me then fuck me."

He smiled at her, "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, princess. I'd never dream of letting you go to bed horny."

She rolled her eyes, "You're a menace to society I hope you know that."

"I do but you're the only one who matters to me so whatever everyone else thinks it isn't important." He kissed her softly and he could feel all the sass leave her body. It seemed she always softened up when he kissed her.

"Fuck." She groaned, "Don't stop kissing me."

"I don't want to, angel, but if you want me to fuck you then I need to make sure you really want to. I need verbal consent."

"You have it! Fuck me, Jeongin. Make me cum on your cock!"

He cussed and dug his nails into her hips, "And you say I'm the menace?"

She laughed at his reaction, "You're the one taking your time when you could have been in me forever ago."

He bit her lip causing her to gasp then licked it to soothe any pain she felt, "I'm promising you now that the next time I wake to find you moaning for me in your dreams, that I'm going to wake you up and fuck you so hard that you fall right back to sleep before you can say a single word to me."

"I really hope you keep that promise then, baby." (Y/N) said, smiling at him.

She knew he would. She also knew that he really wouldn't fuck her without knowing she was okay with it, but the thought of him taking her when she was still sleepy and out of it actually turned her on.

"You with me?" He asked.

She nodded, "I'm here and I'm waiting for your cock."

He chuckled, "Alright, sweetheart since you seem to want it so bad. Your next dream won't even compare to what I'm about to do to you."

She knew no matter what kind of dream she had next that it would never compare to the real thing, but it was still fun to think about how he'd react to her dreaming about him again.

Still turned her on to think of all the late night things they would do.

But for now she could only focus on his cock suddenly sliding inside her.

Who needed dreams when she had this for her reality?

DISCO STICK | ft. minho

Don’t think too much, just bust that quick. Or whatever those lyrics say.

— Pairing; Lee Minho | Lee Know x Reader

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Author’s Note; I’m unwell. Minho’s fat ass cock is always staring at me and I need to be lobotomized because of it. Also, @skzms and @hyunsvngs are to blame (indirectly).

— Warnings; frottage/dry humping, pretty much enemies to lovers, big dick!lino, lino’s stupid fat bulge, reader’s insane, hate speech (it’s mild, reader just tells lino she hates him all the time lol), banter, crushes disguised as loathing, lino gets blue balled a little (he’s a lil into it), lino is stern, reader is a brat!, uhm, i think that’s all!

“I hate you.”

Minho’s only mildly offended. You don’t look nearly as menacing as you’re probably hoping for. In fact, Minho thinks the furrow between your brows and the downturn of your mouth is rather cute. You look more like a sulky toddler who’s upset to find out that Daddy was right about the tooth fairy. Only, Minho’s definitely not your father, though he can’t say he’d be any bit turned off if your pretty lips fixed themselves to call him Daddy.

“I hate you and your stupid, big, fat cock,” you whimper, grinding your hips down angrily. “Are you even hard? Why’s it so fucking big?”

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, hands gripping your hips to help steady you into a rhythm. “It’s just the cock I was born with, princess.”

“I-Is it hard?” You ask, voice small. “M-Min.”

He feels his cock jump where it’s chubbed up, hardening steadily beneath the heat of your cunt. He wants to be nonchalant about it all, but you’re warm and whiny, all up in his space and forcing him to take notice. You hate him, huh? You have one hell of a way of showing it.

“It’s half mast right now, but if you keep moaning my name like that, I’m gonna be full grown before you know it.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, gripping into his broad shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin through the cotton of his tee and Minho wishes he were naked so he could wear your scratches pridefully.

“It’s so unfair! S-Such a big cock gone to waste.”

Minho snorts, choking on his own spit when you bounce on his bulge, glaring at him. You come down roughly and something about it sends electricity up Minho’s spine. You’re looking at him like he’s the worst human being alive, like he isn’t letting you grind your pussy all over him like a cat in heat despite the scathing words you speak at him. If he was fucking you for real, he’d have flipped you onto your back a long time ago. He would have buried his dick so deep in your guts that you’d feel him in your throat, unable to speak because it’d feel like his tip was nudging your uvula. Alas, he’s maintaining some semblance of control, respecting your disdain for him by letting you have your fun.

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s trying to fuck me through my clothes,” he says, eyes turned downward, trained on the wet spot you’re making on his sweats. “Also, it’s a dick, not a po-go stick.”

“Shut up,” you cry, rolling your bottom lip into your mouth when his bulge stimulates your clit just right. Your skin is hot with embarrassment. “I can’t come if you’re talking; your voice is turning me off.”

That’s a real bold face lie if he’s ever heard one. Minho can feel your pussy clenching through the layers separating the two of you. That tiny hole of yours spasms every time he opens his mouth; how are you gonna tell him that his voice does nothing for you? You’re fucking stubborn, he thinks, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You’re such a damn brat, and boy does he salivate at the thought of putting you in your place.

He’s sporting a full erection by now, cock hard and aching against the heat of you. You shiver and grind down hard, rutting your swollen, achy clit against the thickness between his thighs. You hate that you know you’re going to come like this, quick and desperate in your enemy’s lap like some horny teenager.

“I—,” you hiccup, wet eyes staring into his own, “I’m n-not letting you f-fuck me,” you stammer, rolling your hips.

He aches with frustration, but he respects it nonetheless. Minho is a man of honor, even if his thoughts are criminal.

“I know,” he laments, brown eyes glued to you. He doesn’t want to miss it when you come undone. “I’m just a means to an end, princess. Use my cock however you need.”

“God, I hate you,” you say, but the watery sob that follows says differently.

Honestly, if he were a more delusional man, he’d say you were well on your way to being in love with him. Why else would you have fixated on his cock? Why else would you be humping and grinding on him like a wanton whore, babbling to yourself about how big his dick is? The sounds you make have him gritting his teeth, the ache is his jaw the only thing keeping him from latching onto your skin and marking you up. You look so pretty this way, sat upon his cock like you are. Minho’s not sure he’s ever wanted a woman so badly.

The closing of your eyes drives him feral, a growl working its way through his chest and up out of his esophagus. He’s not in control of himself when he wraps a hand in your hair, fucking his hips up right as you’re grinding down. Your eyes snap open and a warbling noise passes your lips, and Minho can’t help but pin you with his stare.

“Eyes on me,” he sneers, snapping his hips up, bulge pressing heavily against your clit. “If you’re going to get off on my cock, you better fucking look at me while you do it.”

“Minho,” you whine, blinking up at him in a daze, “I-I’m—“

“Yeah,” he breathes, dark eyes holding you hostage. “Come on it; go ahead. Be a good girl for once.”

The moment you shudder apart is the moment Minho feels his entire DNA sequence being rewritten down to the atoms. You squeal, high pitched and breathy, a wobbly sigh of his name that makes him feel raw and frayed at the edges. Lee Minho is not one to get caught up, especially with girls who claim to hate his guts. There’s certainly a first time for everything though, and he thinks that this might be the start of a beautifully horribly disastrous fling.

“Messy girl,” he teases, staring down between your bodies. “You’ve ruined my pants.”

“Shut up! You’re such a pig.”

You slide off his lap with a groan, righting your skirt and wobbling on shaky legs. He laughs, big palms warm against your hips as he steadies you. You glare, but it holds none of the heat you want it to. Especially when your eyes are quick to the mess you made, watching his dick twitch and dribble under your gaze, making the mess more prominent. Minho smirks, using his muscles to make it bob without touching it.

“I can fuck you real good, you know,” he says, low in his throat. “Show you what big dick is really all about.”

You blink, and blink again, lip caught between your teeth. It’s a bad idea. Fucking Lee Minho is a really, no good, rotten, terrible idea. You hate him, he hates you. On the flip side, dick like that only comes around once in a lifetime and you’d be a fool to let it slip through your fingers.

“You can’t come inside me,” you blurt out as agreement, “And this gets out to no one.”

“Sure,” he answers, giddy but honest, “Whatever you say, princess. Your pussy, your rules.”

“Good,” you nod, stalling.

Minho rolls his eyes. So much all that bravado you had ten minutes ago. That’s okay though, Minho’s sure he knows how to handle you now.

“C’mon,” he says, standing and grabbing your hand. “You’re gonna want to be in a bed when I finally blow your back out, but don’t worry! Foreplay first!”

“You make it sound so sleazy,” you groan, feeling your cunt drip in your panties.

Minho’s responding laugh is loud and ugly and you still hate him. A voice in your head that sounds way too much like Felix telling you that this a bad idea.

You follow him anyways.

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