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f!reader x lee minho smut | mdni 1.8k it's your boyfriend's birthday and you gift him a... dog collar? Well not exactly... the collar is in deed for you but the gift is definitely for him nsfw tags under the cut
#28: pet play (twt p☆rnlink) pet play, dog collar and leash, a lot of teasing because i mean it's lee minho, oral (m), minho is an ass man (ofc), one spank, backshots, dacryphilia (he's a sadist <3), mild degradation, a lot of praising, he's gentle when he's gotta and then he gets rough because you both lil freaks, light breathplay at the very end, squirting, creampie ♡
a/n : im backkkk. honestly that one was so fun to write and so different. i hope you like it <333
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“A dog… collar?” Minho tilted his head quizzically as he held the odd item in his hand and set the small present box aside on the coffee table. “You know I’m more of a cat person, right?” he raised one eyebrow, slightly turning to you making the leather couch creek quietly.
“It’s not for you, dummy” you said, sliding between your boyfriend’s thighs, sitting on your heels, your knees resting on the soft rug. “It’s for me” you delicately took the collar from his hands and wrapped it around your own neck.
“It’s my birthday and you’re getting yourself a gift-... oh” Minho’s words trailed off when he finally understood where you were getting at.
“Oh don’t get me wrong the collar is for me but the gift is definitely for you, Min” you said letting a little smirk pull on your lips as you flipped the golden tag. Minho reached out to it and swiped his thumb over the engraved writing.
“Minho’s bitch” he whispered. He liked what he was seeing, he knew that much by the way his cock was jumping between his thigh as he heard the metallic clink of the hook around your neck and you slipped in his hand the leash that came along the pretty pink collar.
“A pretty little fucktoy for my birthday, huh?” Minho twisted the leather around his wrist once, twice and tugged at the leash making you draw closer. “Aren’t I lucky?”
The way his eyes darkened with obscene thoughts made you squeeze your thighs together. Minho always liked to be in control and you knew this gift was going to be effective. But you didn’t picture he would get into the role this quickly.
“So you’ll do everything I ask you to tonight?” he said, taking his available hand and tenderly rubbing your cheek. His hands were warm and gentle.
“Everything” you whispered, eyes fluttering close, letting your cheek rest against his hand, quite literally melting in his touch. But you felt the leash being tugged sharply again pulling you even closer and making your eyes snap open.
“Tsk tsk” Minho clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow. “Never heard a dog speak before” his smirk was downright evil as he was looking down at you, keeping a certain tension on the leash to make sure he was having your undivided attention as he was disciplining you. “Bark for me, bitch. Bark for your owner.”
He was hanging from your lips, eagerly anticipating hearing you submit to him in the form of giving away your human right to speak.
“Woof woof” you uttered and Minho swore he felt his cock leaking at the tip right there and then. He was so painfully hard for you. And you could feel it, you wanted to relieve him, be good for your master. But you couldn’t say anything.
So you nuzzled him, you buried your face between his thighs, rubbing your burning cheek on his even hotter cock, feeling it respond to you through the fabric of his jeans.
“Awww, puppy. I think I understand what you want”
With his available hand Minho unzipped his pants and pulled out his leaking and raging hard cock. You swallowed thickly like a dog that was presented with his favourite treat, and that wasn't too far from the truth. You opened your mouth patiently waiting.
“Good girl” Minho praised as he breached your lips, feeling your hot wet tongue on his tip, he sighed at the contact and you moaned as his taste was filling your mouth again. You instantly felt the tension melting away from your shoulders. Kneeling between your boyfriend’s thigh was your favourite place on earth, where you belonged. And Minho also knew that much.
You began sucking his cock, bobbing your head up and down until your drool was soaking his balls and making his jeans sticky and wet. He sighed every time you spent more time focussing on his cock head. You picked up the pace and took him deeper with every groan and sigh. It was the only things you could hear: him, the lewd and wet slurping noises and the clinking of the metal tag around your neck.
“Stay” Minho said in a commanding tone, pulling on the leash again when you were fitting him whole inside your mouth. “Look at me”
How he loved to see you like that, watery heart eyes looking up at him, mouth filled to the brim with his cock. He was so close to cumming, shooting his huge load so deep in you it would probably go out through your nose but he couldn't. Not right now. He had to enjoy his birthday gift a little longer.
He tugged at the leash again but this time to get you off his painfully sensitive cock. He needed to feel your throbbing cunt around him. And he needed it now.
“Take off your clothes”
Without much thought you obeyed peeling off one article of clothing after the other until you were in your simplest form apart from the pretty pink collar.
“Bedroom. Now.” You were eager, your sticky juices clinging onto your thighs and you hurriedly took a step towards your shared bedroom but once again the leash stopped you.
“Awww, puppy.” Minho tilted his head and gave a mock concerned half smile. “I wanna see you crawl.” He took your face into a gentle hold and urged you on your knees again. “Like a good little bitch. Right?”
“Woof woof”
“Good girl”
You started crawling on all fours across the living space and through the hall. Closely followed by Minho, looking at your ass roll with every step. He always liked looking at you from behind, your ass was probably his favourite thing about you so you knew he was admiring you back there, taking in the breathtaking view.
“Up” he said once you reached the bed and you climbed up. “Stay right there. Nice and pretty for me.” You felt him grab your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed while you were still on all fours. Then you heard him fumble with his belt and shed the clothes he was wearing before you felt him palm your ass, fingers spread out to cup it, groping the flesh while his other hand was still tightly holding onto the leash.
He landed a crisp slap on your ass, making you whimper. Music to his ears. You had to bite your lips to refrain from begging for more.
But the idea was quickly gone when you felt his tip rub along your slick folds, lewd wet noises erupting from the act.
“Look at how fucking wet you got from sucking on my cock and prancing naked on all fours” He spread you ass with both hands, looking at you pretty pussy open up for him, more slick gushing out of the slit. “You really are a bitch. A cock hungry little whore.”
There were so many things you wanted to say, you wanted to say thank you, wanted to ask him to pull on the leash more, you wanted to beg for his cock. But you were determined to obey him, be a good girl for him and you stayed silent apart from the occasional whimpering complaints, which Minho tolerated.
So it was only understandable that you felt your cunt dangerously throb as soon as he pushed his cock inside. You waited for him for so long, you almost came undone as soon as you felt his tip gently kissing your cervix. But you couldn’t yet, not without disappointing your master so you clenched your jaw, fisted the sheets and grunted. Trying so hard to refrain yourself and it worked, somehow.
“Gooood girlll" Minho said, voice a little strained, he probably also was trying to hold himself back, that would explain why he hadn’t started moving yet.
“Fucckkk” he sighed as soon as he started pumping his cock in and out of you, at first very slowly. The kind of pace that was driving you mad, and he knew it but that’s what he liked. He loved to make you suffer. And you heard the maniacal laugh when he felt you squirm under him, pathetically trying to fuck yourself back on his cock, matching his rhythm, biting your lips almost until you drew blood to keep your pitifully little pleas behind your teeth. Minho couldn't see but he knew you were crying right now. Thick tears rolling off your burning cheeks from the sheer frustration of being fucked too slowly after this much teasing. And he loved every second of it. He loved breaking you to put you back together. You were his toy.
“Your bitch cunt is so fucking wet and tight for me. You want more? Want me to fuck faster huh?” he picked up the pace.
“woofwoofwoofwoof” you mumbled incoherently.
“Good girl, what a good little bitch you are being for Master” Now he was hammering into you. “Hghh Fuck-” His nails dug into your side as he continued to smash himself into you, drawing more slick out of your throbbing little pussy.
Minho knew he was close and he needed to make sure you would finish before he did. He might have been a psycho sadist but he was still your loving boyfriend and he wanted you to be satisfied.
“Now you’re gonna cum for me baby, ok?” he pulled on the leash again, making your neck awkwardly bend back. The pink collar dug into your skin restricting the blood flow to your brain.
It was exhilarating. You were deliciously light headed, your ears were ringing, Minho’s words became unintelligible, and you felt your heart beat in your pussy every time Minho was smashing inside. You thought you couldn’t possibly feel better then that but then you felt Minho hand left your waist to press on your clit. He didn’t even need to rub it, only pressing it lightly was enough to send you over the edge, making your cunt gush out more cum as you pulsed and throbbed around your boyfriend’s cock.
And he couldn't take it anymore, not when you were this wet, literally dripping over the sheets and not when you were milking him dry demanding to be filled to the brink with his hot cum. The least he could do was grant your wish. With a low agonizing groan and a final deep thrust he delivered his load as deep as he could, effectively creaming your little cunt until it oozed out of your abused hole. His dick was still twitching when he pulled, half hard.
He finally let go of the leash and your wits are quick to come back before you crash on your stomach, too bad for the sheets ruined by cum leaking out your pussy. Minho crashed beside you seconds later, panting, his hand haphazardly looking for yours. He brought it to his lips to lay a gentle kiss on it, before smiling adorably at you. There was nothing left of the darkness that was clouding his gaze a few seconds ago. Now he was looking at you with round loving eyes and his signature bunny smile that melted your heart.
“Happy birthday, baby”
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a/n: ugggghhhhh why is pet play + minho such a good combo thoughhh???? anyways if you enjoyed and reblog or comment before midnight i will be summoned into your bedroom tonight and i will talk for hours about my hyperfixations. you've been warned <3
🕸️ ₊ ˖ ་. “Cry for me” - Kinktober Day 17
paring: producer!namjoon x vocalist!fem!reader
genre: smut
tags/warnings: dacryphilia, explicit language, creampies, recording with consent (a song), praise and slight degradation, fat dick joonie, makes reader cry once and wants to do it again, pet names and degrading ones alike, some exhibitionist undertones (like the other post lol), readers pussy is wet just like her face ☹️ joon is so cute
synopsis: namjoon needs to add a special touch to his song
word count: 1k
you and namjoon really tried to keep business and pleasure different. you both realized the greatness of mixing the two though after namjoon’s mind was dazed, only thoughts of making a mess out of you filled his head. he didn’t think this simple favor would lead to him being buried in you with your clammy hands sliding down the glass for support. coughs and tears croaked out of you as you remembered exactly how namjoon asked you for this favor. you had recorded background vocals and ad libs for namjoon and the boys many times, the cut of the check was pretty nice too. so you were used to when they’d hit you up, especially namjoon who practically lived in his studio and needed samples of your voice frequently. this favor he was asking for was a strange one though. “can you cry for me?” his alluring, deep voice making you sit up at the strange words he just asked. cry for him? well that wasn’t what he usually needed from you.
“huh? you said cry?” your eyebrows furrowed. “that’s not nice joon.”
“it’s for a song i’m working on, i need it done by tomorrow. so yes or no?”
“what are you trying to make an edgy breakup song?”
“you could say that.” that’s how you found yourself in the recording booth, headphones over your ears as you tried pushing out fake tears. you looked pathetic trying to do something so stupid. namjoon sighed, seeing that you weren’t taking this seriously and realizing this process was going to be a lot longer than he wanted it to. he pressed down on the button to speak to you, wanting to burst into laughter at the face you were giving him. “why are you looking at me like that? i just need a clip of it.” he let out another laugh.
“i can’t just cry on command. i don’t have a reason to cry namjoon.” you glared at him through the glass trying to figure out why he thought you could do this naturally.
“how about i give you one then?”
and so, your salty, tear stained face was pressed into the glass after that, wet panties dragged down your thighs while he plunged that thick, meaty cock between your pussy lips. his large hand covered your head, keeping you grounded against the glass as your cries sounded throughout the studio. being split open with makeup mixed tears, your body went limp when you couldn’t take it anymore. “needed something to cry about? cry about this dick then sweetheart. wanna hear you.” your whimpers weren’t enough for him. he wanted you sobbing and blabbering. so he pushed in further, hitting your womb and turning your pussy to mush. he knew this was for a project, but he wanted to see you like this more. “always wanted this pussy, knew you felt warm like this– uhh–fuck.”
“joonie,” you sniffled out, eyes puffy and red from how relentless he was being when it came to your body. drool inched from the corners of your mouth while you went on a rampage of fucked out, rambled sentences he didn’t try understanding. instead he made those sentences more incoherent, lifting your legs slightly so that you were mid air being destroyed by his cock. he was chasing those pretty tears now, eyes never leaving your face and completely forgetting the reason why he wanted you to shed tears for him. fucking his prissy little background vocalist wasn’t on his list today but he was happy he could squeeze in the time. “joonie ahh– ahhh ‘m so wet, ‘s–so wet for this dick fuck!”
“yeah baby girl, who’s making you cry on this dick?”
“you joonie!” you looked back at him, black mascara stained cheeks bringing out all of those slutty features. your tears were making him grow inside you, if he knew you’d look like a goddess while crying for him he’d have been much meaner in the past. he was desperate to see what else could have you crying like a destitute slut.
“look at you,” namjoon pulled you up by your throat. he made you face the transparent glass now, making you look at how your tears were smudged up on the glass along with your faint reflection. “look at my fucked out crybaby. fuckin’ sexy ass.” he grabbed your ass, smack after smack landing on you while you threw it back on his dick, pushing that tight pussy on him so he was balls deep inside of you. you didn’t know if you were sobbing because of the stretch or because you desperately needed more. “gonna make my song go platinum with these cries sweetheart.” he wanted everyone to hear how hard you cried over him, maybe he’d add the squelch of your soaked hole for more affect too. “shit– you getting tighter or you cumming on my dick?”
he got his answer when relief washed over you, finally being able to nut right on his cock. namjoon buried himself inside, filling you up and mixing your mess. your hole leaked out onto the floor, trickling and dripping out of you like a waterfall. “so pretty, leaking with my kids, just like those tears leaking from your eyes darling.”
“did i do good joon? can i hear?” this was always the best part, listening to joon tweak and revise your sounds. you couldn’t wait to watch him play around with those beautiful moans and mewls. you took it easy when lifting your body from the glass you were pressed into. you pulled your panties up to prevent yourself from spilling even more and quickly followed joon over to listen with him. his expression fell when he realized the record symbol wasn’t a play symbol. “namjoon.”
he gave you that innocent golden retriever smile. “shit. guess i forgot to press record.” he laughed and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, all while his eyes narrowed lustfully at you. “session two?”
“i’m going to fucking kill you.” you grumbled, fingers hooking around your flimsy panties again and slipping the cum stained fabric back down your thighs.
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James' particular tastes
Or, headcanons about introducing JPM to snuff films
18+! Under 18 - bye bye or I will block u
Contains: descriptions of murder (not detailed), snuff film description (not detailed&made up), nsfw content (blowjob, fear kink, JPM is a sadistic voyeur). It's essentially pretty fluffy. Dark&sexual content ahead!
Credit for a lot of ideas to the darling @nahoyasboyfriend (check her acc out or else🔫)
James who is illiterate when it comes to technology, and completely unwilling to learn. You, his modern lover, however, have taken the initiative in making him learn. Of course you can't just show him a smartphone app, as that might scare him away. But the hotel is already full of ancient TVs, so why not start with that? James was not fond of the machines, as the Simpsons or Supersize vs Superskinny were not in his preferred repertoire, so you had to go and buy a variety of VHS tapes for you two to watch.
Of course you start with the classics - a ton of 1920s movies to help ease him into it, then a bunch of classics like Gentlemen prefer blondes or Breakfast at Tiffany's. He enjoys the movie nights you have planned for the two of you - he likes the wine, the sliver of human interaction he so misses, and the glow of the TV reflecting on your face. Seeing how the art of film changes is a nice bonus, he is an intelligent man after all, he can appreciate the evolution of the 10th muse.
After a while, you have the idea to show him a different type of movie; classic horror. He seems to like Psycho or The Shining, but not as much as the romance movies... you thought about showing him more scary and gorey films, such as Saw or Hostel, but you figured he'd get quite bored and disgusted by them. He was a killer himself, those films wouldn't entertain him one bit! The fake blood would seem ridiculous to a man as... experienced as him for sure. You figured he needed the real thing... real blood, real tortured screams, real open flesh!
After digging for a while, you found some real snuff tapes in some obscure horror (gore porn) VHS shop. Nasty, it seemed. All untitled, in black boxes, and you had asked the seller to play a bit of it before buying to check if it was real. And, as someone who dated a serial killer and practicslly lived in a murder hotel, you could tell the recordings were very real. Oh, he would love to see them, you thought. Anything for him! Even illegal murder and torture footage🥰
His pants felt awfully tight at the way she screamed and thrashed. He was an impatient killer, but he always had a fantasy of torturing his victims for hours on end. He rarely had such a privilege, though, as the adrenaline rush was too much of a temptation to really delay taking his victims' lives. He loved to see it on a screen, though. Watching the torment before the woman was shot felt like edging too him.
You expected him to watch the footage with you and tell you about some particularly memorable murder, as talking about it was one of his favourite pastimes. But instead, he just watched one entire tape (about half an hour long, of a woman being slowly tortured with various methods) with a completely straight face, not looking away for a moment.
"Replay it and... yes, here. Kneel, darling, I need you to do something very specific.", he said in a dominant tone, that syrupy voice of his dripping with lust and determination. You obeyed instantly, overjoyed that he seems to really like your gift.
He made you take him in your hands and jerk him - slowly, teasingly, making him groan in desperation. Then he gestured for you to take him in your mouth. You warmed his hard cock, salivating over it, watching as the light from the screen reflected in his wide eyes as he took in the gory scenes before him. He paid you no mind, thrusting up occasionally and making you gag in surprise. You realized he was edging himself to the girl's suffering. The thought of his debauchery was enough to make you wet, and his stiff cock down your throat definitely helped, too.
You knew the footage was ending soon, because he started thrusting into your tight throat aggressively, holding the back of your head and grunting obscenely with every hip movement. The sound of a drill piercing flesh and the woman screaming was blurred out by the noise your pretty little mouth made; all the gags and slurps. Once you heard the gunshot, you felt him finish in your throat. He whined loudly, eyes glued to the screen, as he didn't want to miss anything of the disgusting scene before him. You swallowed all he had to give, like a good darling, and you panted for air clinging to his leg. He really just took you to the sight of a snuff film; it was like porn to him... you were astounded, but positively surprised, because the warmth of his cum in your mouth and the chill of fear from watching the tape made you feel woozy. He pulled you up, so you were kneeling between his legs, hugging his torso, his hands loose around your upper back. He held you so protectively you couldn't believe the disgusting act you just witnessed. Oh, you were so perfect for him!
There were still a few tapes left...
Not tagging anyone bcs I'm ashamed of myself sorry babes! I didn't forget abt you.
Sybil for @thehedash !
