#Park Minju smut

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Kinktember Day 4: Dollification

ILLIT Park Minju x male reader smut

words: 6,488 Kinktember Masterlist

Art is eternal. Who was it that once said that a thing of beauty is a joy forever? Was it Byron? Was it Yeats? Who cares. But that line, however trite, does kind of get the concept down, really, as clichéd and insipid as it sounds.

Minju, too, is a joy forever, with her soft face, her sweet body, and her delicate touch. On this, I will allow you an image: she was the absolute pinnacle of girlhood, the perfect blending of innocence and wanton sexiness. When you pressed her slender wrists down into the sheets of her bed with those pale, thin fingers and pinned her slender body with your cock, you became one with a living, breathing piece of high art. The feeling of that, ah, that is something you cannot ever convey. And that's probably how it started, your obsession with her; she was beautiful and delicate and utterly desirable. She had all the loveliness of a porcelain figurine; just looking at her could arouse you, bring about your lusts and make your mouth dry up.

But there is something, and you realise this, something both primal and shameful, about wanting to sully that image of innocence. Not, of course, that your feelings towards Minju are wholly visceral—you do love her, and genuinely so. The things you do may imply something different, a detachment from her as a person if someone were looking in from the outside, but just as you assured her, it's an act born out of admiration. It's an act out of devotion.

To dollify the living, breathing, loving, feeling organism called Minju, then to make her merely an object for your desires. Ah, there's something wonderfully, gloriously filthy in that—the violation and the liberation. In all those actions and thoughts, you can be sure, is that undercurrent of perverseness and lust. Your lips tracing across Minju's navel is an act of passion, one to express the fullness and warmth that has bloomed inside your chest. Your hands gripping her thighs so tight that they leave deep, crimson fingerprints on the skin is an act of passion too—one to express a primal need.

When it all starts, Minju, a girl so usually full of energy and vivacity, is demure and quiet; she sits in this stoic way in front of you, knees together and her hands resting on her thighs, just below the table. The table holds the tools of your art: hairclips, mascara, lip gloss, nail polish and everything else. She waits, as she always does, in silent expectation.

Minju wears the outfit you laid out for her that afternoon. The fabrics are light and flowing, cotton in a milky off-white colour hugging her upper body and a linen shirt whose billowy sleeves hang around her slender arms; at the wrists, she keeps the cuffs rolled up. Cotton shorts, equally soft, equally neutral in colour, held to her small waist by a ribbon as a makeshift belt. All of it was chosen specifically by you—it's all so very angelic, and comfortable. Innocent.

You set about your work, asking her to place a hand on the table. Nails take the longest to dry so you start there: you paint the end of each of her slender fingers one at a time, taking great care, letting her rest her hand in the palm of your own as you go through the motion. Whisper-like strokes of the brush over the thin keratin in a pastel shade, the pink of newly-blossomed cherry flowers. A compliment to her fair complexion. 

One hand done, you raise it closer to your mouth and gently blow over the fingertips, to quicken their drying. Her hand, in yours, is ever so small. So petite. You remark this, smiling, and her expression—wide-eyed and quietly attentive—softens. It's a sight so adorable; how the ends of her lips upturn as if you've said something exceptionally touching. That's the thing with Minju; you just never quite get used to how much trust and affection is conveyed in those big, soft eyes.

Not long until the other hand is done, perfect crisp painting without a single smudge, or mistake.

You screw in the brush, then stand to move the table aside, you pull it away from her and then push it away. You kneel at her feet, hand resting gently on a small calf. You lift a leg, then draw your hand down it, to her heel. Bare feet, too, are a marvel in and of themselves: smooth skin over arched bones. Like all good things, it's imperfect; she's a dancer after all, still, she takes all the care to moisturise and you take all the care to massage them.

Now, Minju is ticklish, always has been, so when you take hold of her foot in preparation to paint her nails, she struggles not to break composure, and yet a cute little smirk betrays her. With one hand, you hold it steady; with the other, you reach to the table and draw the brush from the pot of white paint. White like the brightest snow, a winter's morn. You make slow, even strokes, over her nails, starting with the big toe and making your way down the digits, till her little feet are thoroughly and beautifully made up.

She flinches occasionally, under your touch, but with great care, you never make a mistake. No stain on her flesh. Repeated for her other foot too, each followed by a patient period of gently blowing, which sees her struggle against the tickling of her flesh even more. This time, she moves, almost unable to help it—and you know that to admonish her would not be the gentlemanly thing.

"It's okay Minju. Relax," you tell her, softly, as she takes a steadying breath, "that's it. Good."

It is here where you see a glow of pleasure and a hint of a smile on her pretty, youthful face, at hearing words of praise from you. This you know well: to Minju, your affirmations have an almost spiritual significance. In all the time you have known her, she has yearned to do well, to make others around her happy, to gain approval and affection, and as someone important in her life, this sentiment extends to you.

"My angel," you call her, not for the first time, and definitely not for the last. You lean close to place a gentle peck of your lips against her leg, just above the ankle, which causes her to stir. But that's okay, a moment of weakness is ever expected. You shift away from her leg, letting the soft flesh slip from your hand, and admire the neat work you have done so far. "There we go."

You bring your chair close to her, so you can sit, knee to knee across from her and set to work on her pretty features. First, you frame her face by clipping back the locks of fine honey-brown that threatened to obscure her eyes. Then you take the lip gloss in a soft rose colour, and a slender, synthetic-haired brush, and begin the work of accentuating her lips. Start at the top and glide over the curve that runs along her cupid's bow. Define the fine edges and then coat, to treat yourself to a shimmering pink glow; a shine over the otherwise natural look.

"Perfect. Oh, how I want to kiss them."

Minju doesn't say a word but the look in her eye speaks all the same, 'I wish you would do it.'

She remains still as you take hold of the thin eyeliner pencil in one hand and Minju's chin with the other, carefully positioning the tip under the lash line, and drawing it slowly, ever-so-carefully. Drawing a light, curved line to the side, first on her right, and then on her left. Do the same, light and clean, under the bottom lashes, being extra sure to define her creases.

Her eyes, as you study them, are so rich and vivid in colour that they command all of your attention and all of your efforts. So you work carefully, deliberately; being this close to her means you can see each speck, each mote in those deep, earthy brown irises. This intimacy, the face-to-face nearness of it all, brings on a unique vulnerability: when she closes her eyes next, to allow you to apply shadow to her lids, Minju puts herself at your mercy.

Minju's lips part and a small but noticeable hitch of her breath follows as you pull yourself away and admire your work. She has this kind of seductive natural pout—soft, shapely. Something alluring that the angles of her mouth lend her. As you sweep blush powder over her cheeks with a fine, oval-shaped brush, she utters a soft question, "How does it look?"

You bring a finger to rest against the fullness of her cheek, letting it trace along her soft flesh, down her jaw, and under her chin—before bringing it upwards, a physical prompting, to make her lift her chin higher. "Perfect. Always."

It occurs to you, as you define her eyebrows in quick, practised strokes, that for all the work you put into her, the inhuman focus and the undivided attention, this effort is nothing against the absolute, undying beauty that is Park Minju. It's a sort of colour-by-numbers deal; with all the perfect lines drawn out, it's up to you—a mock amateur—to simply embellish, to exaggerate, what is already there. To add shadow, light, and life.

You finish your work creating ('Creating' is the wrong word, more so, refining) the perfect doll. Minju keeps still, and patient. Beautiful.

"Precious girl."

By her earlobe, just below the jaw, there is a spot. The most perfect, sensitive area, to which you bow your head. Close your eyes. Place your lips. You kiss this spot, slowly, dragging your lips against her flesh, across it, revelling in the delicate softness. Revelling in her soft little moan, muffled only by pursed lips.

You push your chair back, and stand, looking down at her from above. You draw the clips back from her hair and it falls back into the perfect place. You circle around her once, slow, methodical. Taking all of her in, marvelling.

The greatest treasure in all the world. A masterpiece.

She follows your every guidance as you pull her to her feet. After all, she is, for tonight, nothing more than a doll. Pliable. Openly, and explicitly, subservient. You turn her and position her before a full-length mirror set in the far corner of her room. There she stands, arms at her side, staring back at you with doe-like, innocent eyes. There you stand, tall, strong behind her, hands on her arms.

"Perfect. You really are the most precious girl."

Your grip on her upper arms is gentle but firm as you ease her forward into a bend at the hips, tilting her towards the mirror as you place her into a pose. Fingers playing lightly down her limbs, like stroking the keys on the piano, or the strings on a guitar. You place her hands behind her back, and instruct her expression, "Give me a sweet smile."

Your voice is quiet in her ear as she nods, just the slightest, almost indiscernible incline of the head. She stares down the mirror as her full, kissable lips slowly contort into a charming, simpering smile, the type that the most beloved princesses often wear. You press up behind her, brushing your body tight against hers and see how that lovely little grin of hers slowly stretches up, to become ever so slightly crooked.

In your reflection in the mirror, you see yourself behind her. She holds perfectly still, hands fixed as if bound at the wrists, legs set slightly apart. "Pretty, don't you think?" You ask, teasingly. You press a little into her upper back, angling her in such a way that in the reflection you see down her cotton shirt, revealing the taut, soft curve of her small breasts. The sight of that, the teasing glance, is intoxicating. It brings a slight tremor down your spine, one you swallow down with a sharp breath. "Yes," you assure her, "Very pretty."

Her breathing comes laboured now, sharp little gasps; perhaps it has started to arouse her too, knowing herself to be at the mercy of your hands. Knowing herself to be nothing more than an object at this time—a living doll. To be used, played with, broken, toyed with, cared for or cast aside as you will.

You pull her to a stand and guide her away from the mirror. Her legs are long but you tower over her. She's so light to the touch, the petite girl, that should you need to, you could carry anywhere you desire in one swooping embrace.

You lead her to her dresser, to pose her against it. You guide her lithe left leg, so it crosses over the right one, you place her hands on the wood and let her rest against it. And she, docile, complies. "Like this?" She whispers.

"That's perfect."

You draw the collar of her shirt over her left shoulder, the one closest to you, until it hangs at around elbow height, exposing the skin underneath. A bare arm, all the way up to the strap of her tank top. You smile, admiring your own work, her poise and posture. You adjust her face, so she gazes slightly down in front of her. A final check to ensure the pose is perfect. It doesn't hurt that Minju is a natural when it comes to expressions: there is always some inflexion to the curl of her lips and the shape of her eyes, that says, 'I love this'.

You take the final unused item from the table, a Polaroid camera, one of the new instant types. This one, white, boxy and expensive, is perfect to capture Minju's pristine beauty. One image taken of her here, a pose in the frame, holding the photo to wait for it to develop is worth, it seems, a thousand words. It never ceases to amaze you: how well the camera captures her: how it draws out that natural aura of Minju and depicts it on the fine gloss. It makes, in effect, a perfect keepsake.

You take two more shots, each one giving you pause for appreciation. Each one, was perfect, like it was a scene from an album cover or the poster for a movie. She watches you from her position, gazing intently at you with a lovingly longing gaze. Watching you in fascination, and admiration.

You hold one in front of her. "This is my favourite, look at the way your leg curves here," you point to it, showing her. "And here, the shoulder, just at that angle. See the light dancing in your eyes and on the pink gloss, on the lips. Beautiful."

She remains lifelessly still staring at herself in the print without a word or reaction.

"Now, just one more like this, but first..." You place the camera slowly on the dresser, then grab the hem of her shirt. You fold it in under itself a few times until it sits taut across her stomach, just above her button. Her narrow waist is set into beautiful relief: a curvature down toned abs leading to between her thin hips. Then you pull at the other shoulder of the shirt, more pale skin, more svelteness of form, more smooth flesh. There's a light shiver through her skin as you graze her arm with your finger.

You push slightly into her chest, leaning her back a little over the dresser and then you tilt her head back exposing her neck. Soft lips fall open just the slightest, like the petals of a rose blooming, a faint gasp of a moan parting her pink lips, and her heavy breathing filling her heaving chest.

Taking the camera, you step back, crouch slightly, hold the lens up to eye height and take the shot; a flash and a click of the shutter is followed by a slow hum and a whir of the plastic film rolling out. Another polaroid, you take it to her, tugging lightly at her chin to direct her gaze to it. "This one," you breathe in close to her, placing a kiss on her exposed neck, "is something truly special." You fix on her scent, something fruity and soft: orange blossom undertones.

Minju lets out a soft gasp.

"This one turns me on. The exposed skin. The lustful eyes. Those parted lips, like an invitation," you utter, "do you know how beautiful you look, Minju? How sexy?"

The deepening of her breath tells you what you want to hear.

"New pose. Come here." You take hold of her bare shoulders and pull her to a stand. Her shirt hangs at her back between her elbows. You move behind her as you guide her toward the window, opening her curtains wide and letting the final embers of sunlight in to kiss her skin. You slip her shirt from her arms that hang by her side. "Let's lean you against here."

You guide her hands onto the sill of the window. Let her hands rest flat against it. Hold her by the hips and pull them back, making her shuffle her legs back. Make the curve of her ass tighter, the flex of her lower back deeper.

You pose her into this deep bend, then guide her face up so she faces the evening light. So she basks, regally, in the final glow of the setting sun, and you can see the pinking hue reflected in her eyes.

"Be a good doll and remain still."

The heat has turned Minju's pale flesh red, but you soothe her with a palm, a brush against a soft cheek and an affectionate 'hush'. You fixate upon the curves and lines of her back, following the path of her spine down with your hand, taking care to remain in the hollow. That central channel carved through her back that draws down the centre, passing by dimples in her lower back before widening at the hips and merging into her tapering waist, is a work of art unto itself. 

A simple touch of a kiss against that soft flesh at the base of the spine, and Minju fails to disguise a sharp breath as you kneel, her bare calves become a mounting point for your hands. She inhales in soft, controlled bursts as your fingertips stroke around the curve of her lower leg, working around and under the leg, dragging slowly upwards as you make careful circles over her toned calves, till your finger hits the lower thigh. Upward, further. Her body trembles gently as your hand traces along her inner thigh, up to her light cotton shorts where you draw your hand over to the back of her thighs and back down.

"Be a good doll," you repeat, quiet, breath warm against her lower back. You hook your fingers into her shorts, running your palms on her taut, toned little ass. Slight tremors from Minju ripple through your skin as you hook in the fingers of either hand beneath the elastic of her underwear too. A lingering hesitation passes as you focus, and in the serenity of the moment, you draw everything down in one slow, measured pull. The sight of the white cotton dragging down over the firm roundness of her ass has you weak.

You stop at her ankles, and one at a time, you lift a foot out of the clothes, and pull them free, planting her foot back down in a slightly wider stance. You look up, and to her faint reflection in the window, and admire the look she wears, the unnerving determination to hold still and say not a single thing. The deep red hue paints her skin as the day darkens.

"Stay," you command.

You find the camera one final time, to indulge in one final intoxicating shot: Minju, back beautifully lit by the last remnants of the sun's rays, the light striking her skin and making the paleness and tone all the more beautiful; the slight swell of her hips, the small, firm, almost apple-like curve of her behind, and those slim toned thighs in the shadow.

"Hold for me, don't move."

She stares resolutely into the distance through the window, hands clutching the edge of the window sill as you draw the viewfinder to your eye once again. Click, a flash and a whir. The exposure of the light behind her leaves a shadowy image on the thinning film of her nude behind; the smooth line of her legs, her trim waist and that sweet little thing between her legs. An air of sophistication; and one of sin.

"See this?" You show it to her and the embarrassment causes a flutter in her eyes; the arousal of watching her own bare ass on the printed film causes the slightest redness of her cheeks. "I'm going to use that right there. Stay."

There's another twitch in her eyes as you walk away and leave her there, still posing, looking as sensational as ever. You walk out the door, to drink, relax, anything to make her wait. Make her suffer the indignity of exposure and vulnerability.

You spy her through the doorway and never does she move a muscle, your little doll-girl stands there obediently as requested. Time passes—several minutes. And yet she, with such admirable determination, wills herself to stay in position until you return. And you do. You saunter back in, slow. Walking behind her and she never once looks back over her shoulder.

You rest a hand on her waist and the contact is met with a sudden release of tension—her chest falls with a sigh. Her pose remains perfect—adulation for your hand, written in the small shakes of her body and the gradual intonations of her heavy pants. A perfect and delicate angel. Your hand slips from her waist down over the taut curve of her ass, palm resting for the briefest moment on the soft, supple flesh. The pliability. Your hand continues the path it has carved over her skin until it rests lightly between her legs.

A gentle palm over her sex sends a current through her entire form, and a tensing in her muscles is the only indication she offers that there's a struggle to suppress noise in her throat. Hot and wet and you're a man driven by impulse. You step behind her, stroking her, massaging her, then withdrawing to instead spread her slightly with a single, teasing fingertip. "Good little doll."

A clear, sticky, glistening moisture trickles onto the digit and in the way Minju shivers, you are given every impression, you're sure of it, that her lower stomach muscles have clenched tight and are presently squeezing themselves in on each other. A fever pitch is reached within her, and you're ready too.

You draw your hand away, leaving Minju suspended in torment: there is desire, there is desperation and tension that must be alleviated. That itch soothed. She must hear it, the sound of you unbuckling and unzipping. A rustle of fabric as you pull them down and take them off.

With no word, you hit a palm against her ass, a quick and painful swat with your bare hand. Hard, smacking against soft, dough-like flesh. She stifles a soft, bitten-off yelp that sends a vibration up the curve of her back. "Going to play with you," you utter quietly. "Use this doll however I like."

Your hand is drawn back over the red mark on her tender flesh, stroking the mark, massaging, and it soon heats against your palm. You follow it by pressing the very tip of your dick, gently, against her opening. Enough pressure there for you both to know where the next moments go and a slight motion—only the gentlest thrusting—to grind that sensitive flesh in. Just enough to make her bite back her lower lip, to struggle against the overwhelming urge to break her poise.

To add to that struggle, the sensation, you lull her, deceive her, by trailing your length against her slick, tender folds, then abruptly drag it over the tight hole right there at the back. One more light tap there too, right on her little asshole, that drives her into a daze. Then you take her slit again, spreading her open, rubbing yourself over that hot hole and sending her a thousand electric tingles up through her hips.

You thrust once, a single long thrust, right into her little pussy, as much as her wetness will allow until resistance forms. Then back out, completely. Glistening with the slick fluids, you slap your shaft against her ass a couple of times. Wetness dripping, staining those tight cheeks. Then a wet slap of your hand to a cheek. Testing when she will break. Searching for that whimper, that moan, or maybe she'll hold it so well that a tear will form in her eye.

You fill her again, use her a little, rocking your hips back and forth. A careless use of her for pleasure, no consideration for her, for what she might desire and it is pure torture to her. One hand circles over her ass, grazing over the reddened mark, you let it settle on the top of her thigh for leverage and dig your fingertips into the skin. Another few firm pumps into her. Out. All the way out.

Dripping fluid pools around her slit, spilling out down her thigh, hot. "There's no better use for you than this," you hiss, as you smear the wetness over her flesh with the swollen head. The discomfort, the uncertainty, all of it written on her reddened skin and trembling lips. Another few slow pumps up her. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Draw out—slow, torturous—and then fill her again, rough, and violent, driving yourself up hard against her soft skin. Again. "Just like a sex doll," you groan. "Like you're a dirty toy."

Those words draw this low growl inside her, and Minju shudders under the intensity, this vibrating noise rising in her. Fuck, it feels wonderful in her, tight, burning hot—soft, yielding—wet, messy. Drive into that tension, the squeeze on you, where she can feel you so full and snug inside her.

Allow yourself for a moment, to just enjoy her, as she is. She will allow you to, don't fret. Enjoy her as a possession, something lesser than yourself; an object to be manipulated, used and owned. Let her be your slut and let the words roll around in your head. There are times you prefer to fill her with long, agonising strokes, and there are those other times that are frantic and hurried. She takes it all, wilfully and willingly and adoration flows through your veins.

No care for if she cums, you simply use her too. It is not in a casual disregard for her desires, or in selfish pursuit of pleasure at the sacrifice of her. No, no. That is not true. Minju wants this. She cares less about her own pleasure than you. Should she cum, then maybe that would be a nice perk to all of this, but all she wants is to submit herself as a vessel for yours. To serve as the implement to which you expel everything. You have taken her into that dream world she desires to inhabit, where she's an item to be manoeuvred as one wills.

And so you get close, right inside of her—clutch, tense—as she milks you so exquisitely, squeezing and so soft, so fucking silken-smooth and at the very last, you pull out—every last drop is captured on Minju's skin. Her spread ass, her back, thighs.

For all the care you took, perfecting her makeup, now a fine sweat paints a layer across her skin and you're shooting over it and making a true mess of her. All that, her absolute purity and devotion, and what you have done is sullied it. Your doll, your most precious is dirtied. But your most precious thing in the world deserves the best you can give her.

So it is after you have painted your release over her body, that you leave her again—basking in the humiliation of how fluids trickle down her flesh. Just a toy, put aside to stand, vulnerable, debauched and unsatisfied, waiting to be picked up again and played with once more. You could leave her all night. Have her be ready and willing any time you desire. Your toy.

"Fuck, what a sight." You step away, back out of the room, spent and gazing at her. Minju, of course, keeps her back facing you the entire time, she does not dare turn back around to see her, not even to cover up or find modesty, it simply would not occur to her to do so.

Aware of the pain, the hurt of being left this way. Left unfinished. A small smile plays on your lips, the knowledge that this is what turns her on most. Her lover is out there, he's drinking, eating, watching TV, or anything, and she doesn't really know where. She just stays resting over the window ledge with her legs held apart, exposed and vulnerable.

Knowing, feeling, every stroke that has been applied over her body, every part you have made use of, and the places in which you have violated, is enough to turn Minju's insides all warm and fuzzy and soft. Your fingerprints are inked upon her flesh—traced by the veneer of liquids coating her—a record of who has marked her, owned her, as nothing more than an instrument of delight.

Until you're ready to come back, she holds back an unspoken whimper. Tension in her stomach muscles and legs threatened to give out.

Oh, how badly the poor girl yearns to be picked up, taken and fucked again and again.

Eventually, you do return, and without warning. As if you'd never been gone a moment at all, you're just there suddenly behind her, you just have that presence of power that exudes over her. You say her name—nothing else—but the tinge to your voice tells her that you've missed her.

You bring your hands around her slim waist, just above the hips, and trail upwards. Grinding back inside her feels as wonderful as ever. Still throbbing, still wet, still wanton, and she takes you in, spreading wide once again. "Missed me?" You coo, but she still never responds verbally—dutifully compliant, Minju simply moans, her cheeks flushed the same colour as her smeared lips.

You're rough with her, pulling her away from the window and pushing her into the middle of the room. Hasty, impatient, and uncaring. Now, you see, Minju weighs nothing to you, it feels like there's nothing to her; something light, lithe, easily manoeuvrable, like you can twist her and pull her without resistance.

You draw her to you, picking her up from the ground by her waist and walking forward. You set her down on a desk—her ass perching first, then you push her onto her back, drawing up her knees to her chest and pressing onto her. Oh, flexible Minju, sweet Minju: the perfect sexual tool to place and fold and screw whichever way you want.

Minju is pinned there, under you, taking you into her pussy, tight around you. Dutifully letting you shove into her repeatedly, without fight or complaint, only meek, restrained sounds of satisfaction. Letting her limbs fold, letting herself be toyed with however you need or want.

Stretch her as you take hold of her neck and restrain her to the wooden surface. You bear down on her, fucking into her with strong, sure pumps, and with every thrust into Minju, you feel her heat against your thighs and groin, her warm juices seeping down over her, and a vulgar squelching sound filling the air.

The air is dense and hot and she is flushed bright red; she gazes at you, her face etched with need. You're forcing your doll-girl, fucking her raw and hard into her desk. Rough, dominating strokes. And what does she do but squirm and moan and take every ounce of your strength? "F-fuck," she moans out the profanity, her body succumbing to the overwhelming burst of intense, numbing heat. She flinches a few times as her eyes squeeze shut.

So close, now. Another round, and there is nowhere Minju is more content than trapped, helpless, watching you near another orgasm. She doesn't even attempt to hide her delight when you're about to blow. A smile of satisfaction as you unload inside of her. A welcome sight as you feel yourself rupture, as your essence pumps into her little fuckhole. The sticky hot cum that fills her.

And Minju moans for you, breathless, happy, so lovingly joyful that her existence has resulted in this moment—this act—her purpose as nothing more than something you fuck, claim, and own.

But, there is work to be done, work you cannot shirk away from. So, with a light sigh, you wipe your forehead, you gather Minju off of the table—flickering eyelids and all—and you lead her with gentle encouragement. "Let's clean you off. There's a good girl," you say, and she holds onto your neck, as you lift her off the desk.

You perch Minju on the sink for a moment, un-trapping her legs so she can stand once you place her into the shower.

"Stay. Still."

And again, you can see that longing gaze. Sultry, drawn. She wants so much, and she needs so little.

"There," you draw out the word with a certain finality and walk behind her to start the shower, switching from bath faucet to shower nozzle, and taking great care in testing the heat of the water, to make sure not to burn her precious skin.

You start with her shoulders, sweeping her soaked locks down her back, wet, heavy and darker now. Washing her takes time, patience, and gentleness—you bring the palm of your hand over her shoulder while the other directs the shower head. The water trails down her arm, little rivulets tracing over her porcelain skin. You draw the shower across her back and admire how the water caresses the curves of her frame.

She keeps perfectly still, save the tremble that comes with the rise of her chest each time the water meets a sensitive point. Your hand follows in the water, over her sides, slowly. You draw her close against your chest, putting your head beside Minju's, looking down over her shoulder. you bring the head of the shower to her chest and let the water flow across, over the swell of her breasts.

You whisper into her ear, "Stay just like this. Let me wash down my toy after use."

Your name comes out of her mouth, a little strained, and when you wrap your arm around her and cup her little breast, she immediately whimpers. This poor girl still hasn't cum, and she's so sensitive.

You rest her against you, keeping your front flush against the curve of her back, and there is something wonderful and sweet in the way she falls back against you. Minju leans her head back on your shoulder, a nuzzle, and your hand continues to cup her and you play with her nipple. The shower, however, you bring lower and lower, down over her slender belly and between her legs.

The lower it goes, the more soft whimpers she makes, and Minju's feet begin to curl, and she draws a slow intake of air through her clenched teeth. You dip the jets of water low, and Minju finally gives out this small groan, her eyes squeezing tight and her mouth opening and closing, the words and sounds catching as she trembles all over. 

You press it against her pussy, and she bucks lightly backwards against you—hard—and grinds. A pleasured exhale, a sign of satisfaction. That the poor girl is finally getting her pleasure but "No, no, no," she says—is she feeling guilty for it?—and she struggles forward from your grasp.

"Shh... it's okay," you soothe her, but she still jerks her body. There's this fact, that always rings true, whenever you use Minju like this. Part of it, she told you before, is how in her own head she degrades herself. She tells herself that she doesn't deserve to cum. That a toy's only purpose is for others, and she will deny herself an orgasm until you give her express permission to finish herself. That's why she fights now, she is ashamed of her own arousal and enjoyment.

You press the shower hard into her clit and she groans, "I can't... I can't—"

"Yes, you can." You focus on using the shower in little circles, not allowing any distance between it and the sensitive nub. Her head falls back on you, eyes shut tight as if in anguish. "You have served me so well. You were so wonderful. Let go for me, beautiful." You murmur those things in her ear and Minju opens her lips to say something but no words form, it's simply a long, deep-seated, contented moan. A relief-filled sound that is music to your ears.

Her back goes completely tense, and her hips twist and buck, but you press firmly down, keeping her locked into the jet. She bites her lower lip, almost like she's desperate, and it hurts, the way her whole body tenses up for so many seconds before the relief sweeps over her. The sensations surge throughout her body, leaving her limp and satisfied.

After the rush passes through, she moans, over and over. Shattering pleasure has overtaken her mind and all she can think about is the joy her lover has bestowed upon her, the ultimate show of adoration and tenderness.

"Good girl. That's it. Give in," you breathe out the last sentence, and Minju moans louder, riding it out. Her body writhes violently and her toes curl as her breathing stops, she's stuck at the very height of her pleasure, but finally lets out an ecstatic, long-winded moan. You drop the shower, and cradle Minju with your whole body.

Her hips jump one last time against your hand and then she goes completely lax against you, her feet plant flat down and her whole body gives out. Minju slides back onto her heels, and her face drops toward the floor and she just smiles with pure glee. If not for you, she would collapse to the floor in this exhausted, limp state.

For some minutes, you hold Minju until she can find enough strength until the daze of her orgasm is no longer in effect.

"Now, let's really clean up."

"Let me," she says. "Let me clean you, please."

[littleprinces]

The Korean Rookie

Idol Minju x M! Reader

As I entered the dimly lit room, I could see her silhouette in the corner. Park Minju, the Korean new Idol I had been eyeing for weeks. She was alone, sipping on her drink, her black hair flowing over her back. I approached her, my heart racing with anticipation.

Hey, Minju," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Do you mind if I join you?"

She looked up at me, her eyes a mix of curiosity and desire. "Sure, I don't mind," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.

We exchanged small talk, discussing our jobs and interests. I could feel the sexual tension building between us. I decided to take a risk and make my move.

"Minju, I have to tell you, you're incredibly sexy," I said, my voice low and seductive. "I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you beneath me, your legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into you."

She looked at me with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I don't usually do this," she stammered.

"I know, and that's what makes it so exciting," I replied, my hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Let's go back to my place, and we can explore each other's bodies."

Minju hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her eyes was clear. She nodded her consent, and we left the bar together

Once we arrived at my apartment, I led her to the bedroom, where I began to undress her slowly. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch as I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her perky tits.

"I want you to lie down on the bed," I commanded, my voice deep and authoritative. She complied, her eyes never leaving mine.

I crawled on top of her, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as I explored her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

"You're being such a good little slut, aren't you?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. She whimpered in response, her eyes glazing over with lust.

I positioned myself behind her, my cock throbbing with need. I spanked her ass, leaving a red handprint on her flesh. She yelped in surprise, but her body betrayed her pleasure.

"Ahhh oppa, this is so good" she moan so hard, makes my cock harder

"Do you like being degraded like this?" I whispered in her ear as I nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned softly in response, her body arching into mine.

I moved down to her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples while I massaged her ass. She let out a soft gasp as I pinched one of her nipples, my fingers leaving red marks on her delicate skin.

Doggy style, you dirty little whore," I growled as I slid my cock into her tight pussy. She cried out in pleasure as I began to thrust, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

"Ah oppa, you are so big, claim this dirty slut as yours, oppa" Minju moan softly

"Fuck Park Minju, you are so tight ughh" I said in her earlobe

"Yess i am nghhh oppa, fuck me harder" minju moan harder

"You're such a filthy slut, aren't you?" I taunted, my voice filled with lust. "You love having my cock inside you, don't you?"

She moaned in response, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her orgasm building deep inside her.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" I demanded, my voice stern. She nodded her head frantically, her eyes wide with desire.

I reached around and began to rub her clit, my cock still buried deep inside her. She let out a loud cry as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock.

"Now cum inside me, breed this pussy," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. I couldn't resist, my balls tightening as I released my load deep inside her.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we caught our breath. I looked down at her, her eyes hazy with satisfaction.

"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" I said, my voice filled with amusement. "Yes, I am master" She smiled, her eyes shining with pleasure.

[defnotsoju]

HER FIRST TIME

ILLIT'S MINJU × Y/N ( M READER )

Minju was one of those girls who always made you have mixed emotions about them. She was innocent, beautiful and very kind. Something that sometimes annoyed you about her, but at the same time sometimes made you happy.

In this situation, specifically, it annoyed you more. She was so sexy, lately her company had been making her wear too short skirts, which was pleasing to your eyes. You always had wet dreams with her for as long as you could remember, at least it happened to you often, even if not every time. You both went to the same high school, but after graduation you lost contact for a while. She began to pursue her dream of becoming an idol and now barely even communicates with her own parents, who by the way have always liked and shipped you both. A thought you actually liked.

Every night you went to bed thinking about her and even though you fucked other whores, you never stopped throbbing your cock while watching her first fancams of her debut song 'Magnetic' by ILLIT, which only fed your arouse and your desire to fulfill your dream of fucking her tight pussy. Oh yeah! You were sure she was tight just by the way the stripe on her pussy were clearly defined while wearing white safety shorts.

You heard from a mutual friend of both of you that she will be staying in Busan this week. This thought had excited you so much that you had spent the whole day trying to look good for your upcoming meeting, for which she doesn't even know about.

When you met, the situation didn't seem awkward. You talked about a lot of different things from the kind of school memories you two had. You talked about her idol career and that's actually how happy she is that her dream came true. Overall, hanging out with friends was nice because the old company was back together. Only now they had left you two alone outside, and you were thinking about so many things.

"I missed hanging out with you like this." She said causing you to raise your eyebrows and look at her in surprise. Did she miss you? Time with you? You looked at her confused. You wasn't actually confused, but you pretended not to understand. This made her pout.

"Say it again because I didn't hear you."

Minju folded her arms in front of her body as we walked towards her empty apartment in an affluent district of Busan.

"I told you I miss spending time with you. Are you happy now? Ya! Y/N! Why are you like that?"

You started laughing and she slapped you on the shoulder. You looked at her and instead of getting mad at her you slapped her as well, but on her butt, which made her put her hand on it and jump in surprise.

"I missed you too, Minju."

"Don't do it again! What if someone sees us and I'm in trouble? You'll live your life, but I'll have angry fans after me!"

When did this happen? Both of you were walking, and now you were in her bedroom home. The room was dark red in color, it had a very beautiful interior, and on both sides of the bedroom there were lamps whose light was warm.

You can't figure out when you sent her home and how it all happened, but you're so pleased you can't even complain. Her body lay under yours while you were on top of her. You looked with a confused look at her semi-naked body, whose curves were clearly defined. Minju had a really sexy body that you craved to fuck already. Her soft breasts bounced slightly when you entered her pussy with your erection. You watched her beautiful moaning face howling in pain but also pleasure for the reason that you had just taken her virginity. Damn it! Why was she so beautiful?

At one point she had quite started moaning loudly but also pushing you lightly with her hand which seemed to automatically make you press your pelvis against hers. This made her moan loudly and you covered her mouth with your hand.

"And you mean to tell me you haven't been fucked before? You're too hot Minju.. it's a shame your CEO hasn't fucked you or the guys in the company. Better that way. You're mine now."

Your movements were difficult because of how tight she was down there. This narrowness made you curse but in a raspy voice, and finally you leaned over her and kissed her soft lips. Her lips were so juicy and she was gagging herself in her own saliva because of the way she was constantly moaning and shaking under your body. She was so tiny. Her body was petite and when she is by your side she always boosts your man ego. Over time you roughed up your movements inside her, her warm walls hugs your cock that was throbbing inside her desperate to cum.

"Y..Y..Y/N..!! Don't stop fucking me. Damn it! I'll cum!"

"What if I don't let you?" You asked with a sly smile, stopping your movements for a moment. This startled her and she started moving her pelvis up and down on her own. She was exactly the needy slut you wanted to see. This was the light in which YOU wanted to see Minju. How she desperately rubs into you to cum and begs you, followed by a whimpering.

"Then stop moaning so loudly and be a good girl to me. Open your mouth" You ordered her, and she obeyed you. You spat in her mouth and slapped one of her medium sized tits which made her purse her lips. You didn't like this action of hers, so you allowed yourself to slap her again, but this time on her pussy. This caused Minju to arch her neck back and begin writhing her body on the soft thousand dollar mattress. You noticed that there was blood on your hand. It was her virgin blood. The sheets were in blood, her thighs, you were in her blood yourself, but that motivated you enough to keep going until you felt yourself starting to cum inside her. You filled her tight hole with your cum, but that orgasm didn't even stop you because your goal was for her to cum too.

You gripped one of her legs below the knee and spread the other wide, using your fingers on her clit, which you rubbed hard and fast as your pelvis crashed against hers. Your balls started hitting her small but shapely ass as you watched her boobs bounce with your predatory eyes.

The moment she came you stayed deep inside her, causing her to shake her body intensely, especially her legs and moan even louder, finally pulling away from her. You began slapping your cock against her reddened pussy, finally beginning to rub it between her pussy lips.

You watched with interest as your white liquid flowed from her hole, unable to hold back and lick her pussy. This made her cover her lips with her hand, but you pushed her hand away and continued to lick her greedily.

"Did you think that was the end?"

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[xoxoxoz]

can i request minju x f!reader smut plz? g!p minju 😮‍💨 it goes like this, it was late at night and you ask minju (your gf) to hang out at your house since you are bored but, when watching a movie together you decided to get a lil naughty 😈 by sitting on her lap which yk that she gets hard easily and then lets just say yall fuck on the sofa in the living room for what felt like an eternity 🤥🤥 thanks hon 😘

Thanks for the request, Anon! It got me giggling🤭

⚠️: g!p Minju, smutty, non idol au, couch sex, unprotected sex

A/n: she’s so pretty T-T

It’s been a day since your parents left for their 2 month business trip and you wanted to spend it all by having Minju with you.

Your parents absolutely adored your girlfriend not only because she was a hard working engineering student/part time barista, but also because of her gentle personality.

It was normal for Minju to visit or sleepover at your house and she’d find a way to spend equal time with your parents too. She would help your dad with house renovations (an advantage to see your girlfriend’s muscles) and she would buy your mom flowers whenever she passed by a florist.

So in saying that, they were more than happy to have Minju live in the house for the 2 months.

“Baby, I’m here” You heard her soft voice from the front door.

You placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before skipping over into your taller girlfriend’s arms. She greeted you with multiple kisses to your face and lips. “Missed me?”

“You have no idea” You smiled.

Minju quickly removed her shoes and chucked her car keys to the side. You dragged her to sit on the couch with you on her lap.

“What movie this time?” Minju asked and caressed your hips.

“Spider-Man. Does that sound good?”

“Anything is good as long as you’re here”

Little did she know was that you did not want to watch the movie. It was an excuse to use your sexually frustrated self by riling her up and getting your guts rearranged.

Sadly due to Minju’s studies and long shifts, you two didn’t have sex for a while. You’d only reach the making out stage before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

You weren’t gonna back out this time.

The movie was already 20 minutes in and you stopped feeding Minju popcorn to ‘adjust’ your sitting position when really you just wanted to rub your ass all over her clothed dick.

“Sorry, a bit uncomfy” you scrunched your nose at her while pressing yourself a bit harder against the growing boner.

“D-Don’t do that” you heard her hiss while holding your waist tighter.

“Comfy now. Just need more snacks” you said as you bent down to slowly grab more popcorn.

Minju’s breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of your white lace panties and the end of your back tattoo. It was enough for her to give in to her animal brain and roughly pull you back into her lap.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” She growled in your ear.

“And what if I am?”

She responded with a playboy smirk because she knows this challenging attitude of yours was gonna disappear within seconds.

“On your knees, baby” she quickly kissed your lips and pushed you to the ground.

As you looked up at her, Minju rested her hands behind her head and leaned back comfortably, jutting her crotch at you. “You know what to do”

Nodding, your hands flew to her sweatpants and yanked them off, revealing grey boxers with a huge tent underneath. She arched a brow at you.

“Go on. Won’t cum with you staring at it”

You were quick to remove her boxers before holding her long shaft and slowly sinking your mouth over it. Minju sucked in a sharp breath and tangled one hand into your hair.

“Ahh yes..”

Your clit throbbed at her low grunt, encouraging you to move your head faster, jerking off the length you couldn’t reach. Minju was finding it hard to remain composed as her hips began thrusting up, letting the leaking tip reach the back of your throat.

Being with Minju all these years had improved your gag reflex which made the sex much more enjoyable.

“Fuck baby, like that”

While your one hand continued stroking part of her cock, the other ran across her abs, feeling every bump and curve of the strong muscles. You gripped at it lightly as Minju began thrusting faster, giving you less time to breathe but you didn’t wanna disappoint her so you swirled your tongue around.

And it drove your girlfriend absolutely crazy

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” she grunted one last time before releasing strings of cum down your throat.

You pulled away with a cough, your drool soaking your chin which you wiped away with the back of your hand. Despite being out of breath, you smiled up at your panting girlfriend and stroked her cock again, seeing that it got hard instantly.

“Was that good enough, babe?”

She bent down to grab your neck and shove her tongue in your mouth, moaning at the mixed taste of her own cum. Minju pulled away and caressed your lips with her thumb. “Always perfect. Take off your clothes, baby”

You stood up and got rid of your home fit, throwing it carelessly behind the couch while Minju stripped out of her hoodie and shirt.

She got you to sit on her lap again, facing her this time and making you hold onto her shoulders. “I forgot to bring a condom, baby”

“I love it raw anyways”

“Do you have the pills?”

“Yeah but I’ll take it later, come on, fuck me already” you whined.

Minju rubbed your waist and allowed you to lower your entrance onto her standing dick. She kissed at your collarbones out of comfort, seeing you scrunch your face in pain.

“O-Oh my god, Minju”

She hushed your whines with more soft kisses across your face, feeling you fully take her entire size. “Sorry”

“Fuck, did you get bigger?” You hissed and looked down, a bulge had formed in your stomach.

“It’s just been a while since we’ve done this. Take your time, okay?”

You hid your face into her neck and slowly rocked your hips, the stinging pain started to slowly disappear and replaced with needy pleasure.

“Oh Minju-ah”

“That’s it, baby. You’re riding me so good” she whispered in your ear and kissed at your lobe.

“Feels so good, Minju-ah. I wanna cum so hard on your cock”

She hummed at your cries and grabbed your plump ass while she adjusted her sitting position, holding you still to thrust her hips up. Your back arched and your eyes rolled back, giving Minju the opportunity to suck on your neglected tits.

“H-Holy fuck, Minju!”

The taller girl moaned into your chest. “I love your pussy, baby”

“Faster! Wanna cum!” You screamed.

Minju flipped the position so you were now laying on your back. She wrapped your legs around her waist and held onto the back of the couch with one hand. Minju started to pound roughly into your desperate cunt, her pelvis turning red from the impact.

You cupped her jaw and pulled her down for a French kiss, sucking on her tongue as she drilled impossibly deeper. “Ruin my pussy, Minju-ah. Fill me up” you blabbered against her lips.

“Ah Y/n!” She grunted and looked deeply into your eyes as she continued moving her hips.

Your pornographic expressions were tipping her over the edge but you were her priority. She bit down onto your neck and looked down to watch her cock destroy you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Minju-ah! Oh Minju!” You clawed her back and cried.

Seeing a ring of white cum coat her cock was enough to fully twist Minju’s stomach. She gripped tightly on the couch and pounded her cum deep into your pussy, moaning loudly at the sweet release.

“Argh fuck! Yeah yeah yeah” she panted in your ear.

She slowed her thrusts before pulling out, admiring your red cunt that was dripping an endless amount of cum. You didn’t get time to recover as Minju went on her knees and kept your legs separated.

“W-Wait, baby—Ah!” You screamed, seeing and feeling Minju lap up the escaping liquid.

Her hums vibrated through your body before she sucked harshly at your clit. “Cum one more time for me, baby”

You shook your head as the tears fell. “I-I can’t! T-Too much—fuck Minju!”

She continued sucking at your swollen clit, forcing your legs open when you were trying to close them. “Cum for mommy”

You gasped at her words, making your body shake from another intense orgasm. “Ahhh fuck! Mommy!”

Minju gave your clit one last kiss before moving up to kiss your mouth, caressing your thighs softly. “Good girl”

“Thank you…so…sleepy” you mumbled as you fell in and out of consciousness.

“Baby? Hey stay with me, let me grab you the pills and some water okay?” Minju held your face and shook it a little bit to keep you awake.

She took a bottle of water and carried you to your bedroom, sitting you down while she prepared the pills from your drawer. “Take this first”

You weakly swallowed the pills and drank a fair amount of water before Minju got you to lie down under the covers, quickly sliding in next to you. She put your head on her chest and rubbed slow circles around your back.

“Did I go too hard?” She whispered.

You shook your head and hugged her tightly. “It was the best. Thank you”

“I’m glad. Sleep now, baby”

“I love you” you mumbled, falling into slumber as Minju continued caressing your skin.

“I love you too”

[1lovehanni]

Fun in Fanmeet (Minju of ILLIT)

Minju x Male Reader (Y/N) Wort count: 2087 words Summary: A fan meeting leads to a fun experience for you.

You have been a fan of Minju ever since RU next; the way she has the visual and talent of a perfect idol is what captured your heart.

She has a unique voice, is a wonderful dancer, has a great personality, and lastly, has a gorgeous visual.

She indeed has such K-actress beauty that if she had pursued her acting career rather than her idol career, she would still flourish.

You’ve been playing the Super Real Me album 24/7, thinking of how this group started from being a nobody to a hit with their title song Magnetic. Eventually, a fanmeet has been announced in their official Twitter account. Reading through it, you saw a chance of having a one-on-one conversation with a member, but it was a random draw during the event. Nonetheless, the important part is to attend your favourite group and meet Park Minju. After the 150th album you just bought, you finally got a ticket for the fanmeet. A week has passed, and the day of the fanmeet is here. You’ve dressed as well as you can. You arrived early to the venue and chatted with some fans. And patiently waited for the fan meet to begin.

After some time, a staff member walked to the stage and announced that the fan meet was about to begin. Excitement rises in yourself; you're about to see Minju in real life. A loud cheer as the members each slowly walk. Yunah was dead gorgeous; same with Iroha and Moka. Then there’s the cutest Wonhee, but your eyes fixated on your princess, the queen of your dreams, the one and only Minju. The flower crown on her head makes her an angel that comes down from heaven to save you. Nonetheless, the fanmeet is starting with their hit song Magnetic. After that, they introduced themselves. Doing challenges, literally being themselves. Two hours have passed, everyone still has the energy to cheer, and the girls are still entertaining. But every event has to come to an end; eventually they draw the winner for the one-on-one convo. Since there are a lot of fans who attended, you thought that there's no chance you can win one, let alone win for Minju. But as the staff was picking the winner for Minju, they called in the person, but they had already left, so they redrawn again. This time, luck had come to you when they called your name.

Y/N is selected for Minju; please come right to the stage. You're dazzled by the announcement, and fans near you congratulate you for winning. You followed the instructions to come near the stage. They gave the five winners an envelope with the time and place where they could have a chit-chat with the idols. 

For you, the time is from 10pm to 12 midnight; you thought it's kind of late for a fan meet. It feels like a date for you, which isn't a bad thing but suspicious nonetheless. And the meeting place is private, which makes sense since it's a one-on-one conversation. Arriving at the place, it seems so empty—just 2 bodyguards and 1 staff member. You greeted them and handed them the invitation. Welcome Sir. Y/N, congratulations! Enjoy your date with Minju. ? Huh, did I hear you right? They didn’t talk after that. You entered the place and saw a table for two with a couch right next to it. You didn't mind the place, but suspicion arises since you haven't heard anything for the past 5 minutes. Walking to the door, you noticed the bodyguards and the staff left. You heard footsteps walking toward the door. You instantly hide as if a murderer is on you. The door opened, and a girl walked in. Where’s the guy? Minju said,Umm hi! "Shock.” OMG, why are you there? Ugh, I thought someone was about to kill me. So you won the draw? Yes, I did. I am Y/N, btw, and sorry to startle you. Haha, no worries; it kind of seems like a dark place, right?

Yes, it is.

You two casually just talked to each other for half an hour. You noticed she texted her staff to bring the food. This is fun—she said, Oh, yeah, different from a normal fan meet. Yeah, um, I just noticed my staff for the food; I'm getting hungry. Are you not? Oh, before I got here, I had already eaten. The staff knocked on the door to deliver the food for the two of you. Thank you! Miss Minju, text again if you need something. Both of you munch the food the staff delivered, and deep inside of you is screaming as to how you got to eat with Minju. 

After eating, she asked, Do you have a girlfriend or something? No, not at the moment, but you did have? An ex? Ye That's perfectPerfect? Well, I don't know if you're keeping up all this time. But you haven't just won a date with me; something else is better. Something else? Think Y/N; you're running out of time. Your head is full of confusion; you cannot think straight about what Minju just said. A lot of things are going on in your head. As you think, she stood up and got to the couch. Well, if you can't think of what I am referring to, you won't experience it. This just added to your confusion. Minutes passed, and you still can't think of what she's referring to. But then it hit. Is she giving a massage perk? I think I got it. Finally, you got it! But shouldn’t it be a flat bed rather than a couch? Huh? What? Are you thinking of massaging? Well, I can’t think of any. Ugh, you're too innocent but cute too. I like you, Y/N. But this isn't okay; it’s not massaging. Well,  it involves massaging, but in a special way, and you're the massagist. Huh? Me? Are you saying random things? Did the food make you think less? Shibal, I can’t take you anymore. It’s so simple yet you can’t get to it. Sorry, it’s just my first time, okay? I don't usually go to Fanmeets. It’s my first time too. Ugh, fine, since you only have an hour with me, I’ll do it. What are you going to do? Have fun, fun with you. Ugh, Y/N, I want you to fuck me here. That’s the prize you won; you won me for 2 hours, babe. What are you on? Are you really Minju? She then pinned you down on the couch, like the captured food of a predator.

This is what you won; I am your prize. So get it now before your time runs out. Min... Minju, I don’t see you like that; I like you but not like this. Why are you so cute? You're making me regret this.What? She then slowly removes her clothes—the white dress and her safety shorts—leaving her in her underwear. You're perplexed by the sight you're seeing. She then goes close to you and unbuttons your shirt. Please be gentle, you said to her. She mirks, going for your mouth. Feeling her dessert to you. You just follow what she desires in you. You alright, she asked. Eyep, I am fine. Strip me, touch my body. Y/N, you earned it. Okay, just like that, good boy. You have a silky smooth skin, Minju. I never imagined this. You’re really my fan, right? You mentioned you watched me in RU next Yes, I am Alright, I am gonna suck your dick now Um, okay, I’ll be gentle, I promise She takes off your pants and briefs. Showing your hard cock to your favourite idol She was shocked by the length and girth you have. Wow, you're so big. 

Thank you, I guess.

You gasped from the way she grabbed your rod, spitting on it as a makeshift lube. Slowly jaculating your dick. You are in ecstasy as seconds pass; you feel like you’re going to cum from just a handjob. Ugh, Minju slows down a bit. Am I reaching it already? I guess it's because of me. She slowed down a bit, but this time using her mouth. She kisses your tip, slurping her own spit on it. Tasting your pre-cum is like juice. She then takes it and swallows slowly, inch by inch, in her mouth. How is she good at this? You asked yourself. You thought this was why they'd debuted; they probably got used by the higher-ups. But you cleared that in your mind; you just thought of what is happening at the moment. Slurp.” Hmmm, I love your cock, Y/N. Its so big and juicy. I am glad you like it. I am getting close to it. She swallows all of it while looking at you, having the begging eyes like she's not satisfied. Alright, time to fuck me now, Y/N. You’re special since this is my first time with a fan. Are you not a virgin anymore? She nods, then gets up to align her freshly shaved pussycat with your dick. You feel your body losing strength as it enters the heavens of Minju. Oh my god, you’re so tight. I can’t believe I am inside you, Minju. Just like that, do you like it? Yes, I am getting comfortable now. That's what I want to hear. Now bring me your game. Yeah, fuck me all you want. She's in a cowgirl position on top of you, having the sight of a goddess and her small, cute tits. You moved your hips up, trying out how to fuck a girl. 

I am not good! That's right. You’re hitting my G-spot. The face she’s making fuels you. The cute, innocent-looking Minju is now a cute, hottie, sexy girl, wanting to be fucked. After a minute, she told you to change positions. Ugh, maybe doggystyle? I don’t know my position. Hmm, do you want to see my face? Then I’ll lay here and insert it while looking at me. Alright, you did what she said; you have a full view of her from top to bottom. Now, deep in this state, you just want to taste every part of her. You carry her legs to your shoulder and lick her toes. Wow, getting bold, good boy. Just like that, lick my toes. You get close to her as your body starts to lose some energy; getting this close to her wants you to kiss her. You tried to get it, but she avoided it. Um, sorry, no kissing yet. Oh really, my bad. No, I want to cause you’re cute, but that's one of the rules. Okay, Another change of position led both of you to lay down on the couch. This time you can only see her back, but your cock is still in her. Ugh, like that, Y/N, I am going to stop. You want me to stop? No, she shouts, Okay, okay, continue to fuck me like this. You continue to go inside of her, eventually feeling that her walls are getting tighter. Hinting that she's cumming.

Yes, ughh, ohhhh, yesss, just like that, I am cumming, babe. I am about to cum too, Minju GOOD. Yes, cum inside me. Yes, you can cum in me. YES, just fucking cum in me Okay okay OHHHHHHH, Yes cum in me baby. Ugh, this is so good. After cuddling inside her, both of you were just silent on the couch. She then hugged you and kissed your cheeks.

Don't tell them I kissed you, okay? Okay, I won't. Hmm, how about we do this sometime again, but with no time restriction? You down? For real? Yeah, I like you, Y/N. Maybe we can do more. Oh, alright, give me your number. She then gets dressed, giving you a wink. She looks like nothing happened, but the atmosphere in this small corridor is screaming sex.

I had fun. Did you? Yes. Hopefully next time you win again, haha. Well, I will try. Alright, I’ll call you later. Okay. She then left as the time with her ran out. You stand outside thinking of the things that happened today; not only did you meet Illit and Minju, you have just had the best experience a fanboy has ever had.

Hmm, what happened to the other four guys? Fin. A/N: A late Birthday smut for my girl. Is this the first Illit Smut here? Not proofread cuz I am lazy. Also it got fucked halfway in terms of formatting.

[pe-arls]

MINJU

ILLIT ♥︎ LOCKS.

[wontune]

☆ minju [ illit ] lockscreens.

[vex91]

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[sageluvrr]

Meet The Luvr Girl !

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ABTSAGE.EXP

ᥫ✦. SAGE ﹒✿ hi luvies i'm sage ! i'm an 07 liner, black, use she/her prns and am unlabeled in terms of sexuality [just in luv w/girls]. my mbti is istp and i tend to be rlly socially awkward.

ᥫ✦. LUVLIST ﹒✿ le sserafim [huh yunjin], katseye [meret manon bannerman & lara raj], vcha [savanna collins], twice [im nayeon], itzy [choi ' lia ' jisu], stayc [park sieun], everglow [wang yerin & heo ' aisha ' yoorim], aespa [uchinaga 'giselle' aeri], ive [jang wongyoung, kim 'liz' jiwon, lee 'leeseo' hyungseo], xg [ot7], iz*one, gidle [nicha 'minnie' yontararak], kiss of life [ot4], purple kiss [lee 'chaein' chaeyoung & park 'swan' sujin], illit [park minju], choi yena

ᥫ✦. NOTES ﹒✿ please be kind ♡ dni if you- support israel, are a male, homophobic, racist or sexist. i will not write smut or take requests for overly harsh topics. i do not condone any of the problematic actions of anyone i support

[russett-pots]

Could you write a smut-fluff piece where you are having nightmares, during which you shout for Chaewon, then she comes to take care of you and does stuff to you to calm you down?

Another Type of Stress

Kim Chaewon

Word Count: 2.0k

Tags: Sensual Sex, loving and caring Chaewon

TW: Small mentions of depression

Just some stress relief for the night.

Also sorry for the picture quality. really cannot do much since it is cropped from Minju's insta.

*pitter-patter*

The roar of rain grows louder. The intensity increases. Your shoulders to your shirt become wet. The top you are wearing becomes soaked from all the rain. It is late at night after working extra hours at the office and you became the last one in the office today.

You use your briefcase as a makeshift umbrella and run to your car which is parked in an open car lot. You grab your keys from your pocket and hastily press the unlock button. Your hand tries to find the handle, stumbling and tumbling trying to find where to pull it.

After successfully opening the door, you hop inside the car. Away from the rain. It is quiet inside without the any sound. You can hear nothing except you scream. You shout as loud as your can, banging the wheel in a fit of rage. After a good minute of banging and crying, you breathe heavily, calmly put on your seatbelt, turn on the car engine, and drive away still panting.

You first go slowly and carefully out of the lot. But as soon as your hit the main road, you floor it. You drive as fast as your can like a mad man. The speeds you are going at are supposed to be for the expressway, not inner-city roads. Your lights burst into the road, your windshield wipers wipe furiously as you drive. You can barely make up what’s in front of you but it doesn’t matter you are driving fast and fast is where you want to go.

Suddenly, there is this figure that pops out of nowhere. You can barely discern it. But as you get closer, you figure out what it was or who it was. It is your wife Kim Chaewon. You slam on the breaks, trying to not hit her. The screeching of the tyes on the road. But it is too late don’t have enough stopping distance.

“Chaewon!!!”

You sit up from your bed. Your mind returns back to its original state. You turn around and feel your pillow. It is damp. You wipe your forehead and you are sweating bullets. Your hands shake as you pull them up for inspection. Your head pulls part from a massive headache. You turn your head and see the thing you treasure the most. The one thing you never want to let go of, Kim Chaewon, your wife, your everything.

This is too much for you. You get down with your sweat pants and all and walk to the kitchen. You regain your senses as you move your way. Each step heavy with all the burden you are carrying with. When your turn on the switch in the kitchen, bright lights hits your eyes. It takes time for you to readjust your surroundings.

You grab a glass and a pitcher of water and pour the water into your glass. The cold feeling transfers to your hand from the glass.

 Your first sip, the crisp water quenches the thirst you had. The next gulps of water are for your to replenish all that you lost from sweating. You take a gasp of air after gulping down the water and pour yourself another glass. You swig it again and finish it in one go.

“Are you sleeping okay?”

A voice appears. It is your wife, Chaewon.

You look back at her with your face that hasn’t rested for a million years.

“Come here.” She walks to you with open arms and embraces you tightly. The warm sense, you love so much, comes to you. The feeling of Chaewon’s hugs always calms you down. Your eyes smile as you put your arms around her.

“Oppa, did you have a bad dream?”

“Mhmm” With the saddest tone Chaewon has heard from you.

“It is okay. It is okay. I’m here.”

You hug her closer and snuggle your chin on top of her head.

Drops of tears fall from your eyes. Chaewon pulls you away and sees you. She uses her fingers to wipe off the tears. “What happened this time?”

“I…I-I-I can’t lose you. I don’t want you to go away.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to be here. I married you. Right? We are going to go through this together.”

“Yes.. of course.”

Your lips on connect once more. It becomes more passionate after each second. The sensation of her mouth excites you, well down below. You can feel Chaewon’s hand running up and down your crotch.

“Chaewon, we shouldn’t—”

“It’s okay. I can do it.” Her eyebrows turn up. “Think of it as your stress relief.”

You whimper and nod your head.

Chaewon goes down to her knees and is now face to face with your growing bulge. It slowly increases in size and Chaewon continuously rubs on it. Even the tiny sensation makes you secret out the pre-cum, staining your underwear.

Her hand grabs on top of the hem, her cold fingernails make contact with your skin. She drags down your sweat pants and boxers to your ankles and helps you with taking them out of you. Now she is staring at your fully grown length.

“I can never stop thinking it is this long,” Chaewon compliments you as she slowly takes a grasp on your twitching cock. Her hand a good series of pumps before finally giving you the start of the relief she promised.

Her mouth inches closer to your shaft with it opening it to welcome it inside. Before she fully engulfs, she first gives a lick on the tip. The rough surface of her tongue gives a satisfying feeling to the head. Finally, enough with all the teasing, Chaewon swallows your cock. First halfway, the length doesn’t first allow her to get in. But she still tries her best and the best is enough. The feeling of her warm cave taking over everything. 

She pops off her head for a second. “You can push me in whenever you want.”

Those words just excite you. You may not want to do it immediately but the option is exhilarating. Your heart beats faster as Chaeown returns back below. Her tongue action mixes all around.

With all the pleasure, you grab on to her hair. Her soft, silky, smooth hair. You stroke it at the same pace she goes with your cock. Chaewon licks it like a popsicle, going up and down, left and right, and all around it.

All of this is enough for you to convince yourself you want more. You know she is okay with it. But you never really know if she enjoys it. But regardless if she does or not, one thing is more sure. You do.

You push her head down inside your mouth. Your tip hits the back of her throat. The satisfying feeling of her taking all of you is there. She gags and her eyes water but she doesn’t pull back but instead tries to go in further.

You contemplate face fucking her but you think it is too much at this point. You let go of your tight grip on her. Her saliva creates a bridge between your cock and her lips. She wipes it away using her hand.

You look down. Despite your rough nature, she still looks as beautiful as ever.

“Hold on.” Chaewon stands up and grabs your head, pulling you with her. “That may have been too much.”

“I’m sorry Chaewon.”

“Don’t worry about it. I still love you and I’m happy that I did it.” You arrive at your bedroom. Chaewon gets on the bed and takes off her pajamas. “It is just. I think you need more.”

You with your sweatpants gone. Chaewon lays you down on the bed, inches forward with your cock as a point of her focus, and licks it one more time before kneeling upwards above your cock. She aligns her folds with your tip and looks at you.

“I love you, Oppa.”

Your cock enters her slit. The tightness still compresses you as she goes down. Chaewon sits for a second. You can feel each fold of her walls surround your cock. Then she slides upwards. The foreskin moves in tandem with it. She moves back down. Her motion repeats several times as she ups her pace.

You place your hands on her waist. She closes her eyes as the pleasure envelopes her. It slowly goes from a small pain for her and her eyes show her distress. You sit up and kiss her on the lips.

“Chaewon, Are you okay? Is it too painful?”

“To be honest. I still haven’t gotten used to it.”

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”

“You need this, Oppa.” She kisses you on the lips one more time before resuming. “It is okay.”

She pumps her body one more time before speeding up. This only lasts for a second as the pain still is there. Your eyes look at her in concern. But she closes her and is determined to give you the relief that you desperately need.

She smacks your lips one more time and pushes your body to the bed and continues to make out with you. The passionate kiss is still part of the stress relief that she is giving you. She gets off your cock but leaves her hand stroking it.

“Oppa, get up.”

You do as you are told, getting off the bed. But she places her hands on the bed and points out her ass for you.

“Do it, Oppa.”

You caress her ass first, placing your hand on her cheek and rubbing it all over. You give a teaser for her by rubbing her clit for a second. You can feel the wetness of her cunt. Chaewon whimpers as you touch her. 

Now it is time. You align your cock to her entrance. First enter with the tip, playing with the edges before going in halfway. You get in there as Chaewon whimpers when you go in deeper. But you stop. She gives a good breath. That’s how it will start. You slowly move in and out. Gently going deeper and deeper.

Finally, you reach balls deep. But you don’t move any faster. Slow is the name of the game today. Slow and sensual. You don’t want to rush her or yourself. All that you want is to release and that’s all. All passion and all affection. No shouting, no screaming just gentle moans and groans. And that’s what’s happening. You and Chaewon just barely making any sound. You slowly let out moans while Chaewon holds back her shouts by biting her lip.

She can feel the girth of your cock and how much it pleasures her but she understands what you need and what you need is to concentrate on yourself.

You use this time to reflect on yourself. What you have done today and what will you do tomorrow. A stressful day not being helped by your spiraling depression. But Chaewon is there for you and will always be and now she is giving what she does best. Giving her for you and only you.

“Chaewon. Chaewon…. I’m going to…”

“Anywhere…Oppa….anywhere.” Chaewon tries to say between her grunts.

Things go in slow motion. Chaewon gives you the decision. You quickly think on here do you want. Then your simple idea came up. You exit your cock, turn her over, and pump your cock furiously. Your tip aims at her midriff. Your spew all over her. It goes all over her body. Her abs, to her breast. Her chest gets coated with your liquid.

“Not inside this time?”

“Ummm, I can’t plus I want to see your beautiful face.”

Chaewon smiles at you and pulls up, places her hand on your cheek, and kisses you again. She pulls you down to the bed.

“Your cock is still hard. Do you want to insert it?”

You just nod her and places it inside her but do not move. Instead, this makes your eyes lock into each other. Two people are deeply in love with each other and one just gives the best gift that one might want. 

[iznsfw]

Idea.

A cold night in the park. Minju: “oppa im cold”.

You: stupidly hug your baby to warm her

Minju: looks at you angrily! Daddy I need your hot baby batter to warm me up inside

You: 😉

The Night Settles In

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut

Inspiration: this ask and @kaedewrites' post: “@.iznsfw Minju sex in the park when?”

Today, Kaede. Here's an unedited quickie just for you and anon here ;) Now I'm off. I'm too tired.

Snow paints every tree along your path a cloudy white. A cool wind blows through the park from time to time, so if lucky you can sometimes catch a twinkling snowflake by plucking it out of thin air. If you aren't lucky, you are met with an empty glove and disappointment.

But you won't let snowflakes define your luck. With the girl who owns your heart strolling with you in a night lit by street lamps planted on the sides of the road and the stars in the sky, you are a walking four-leaf clover; you are the luckiest man in the world.

You love these aimless strolls in the park with your girlfriend, Minju. But today, the wintry weather makes you love these little dates even more. The snowflakes that fall from the sky somehow provide a comforting solace within you, even though they are freezing cold when they land on your face or your stuck-out tongue. And with Minju's hand around yours, no amount of cold could get to you.

That isn't the case for her though. While your eyes rake across the sight of withering snowmans and snow-caked park benches, your ears could detect a whine from her.

"Oppa."

You return your focus onto her. There she is beside you, huddled in your white padded winter jacket with her hands making sleeve paws in it.

So adorable.

"Yeah?" you ask her.

She makes a whimpery sound and shivers. "I'm cold."

You chuckle; Minju is such a cutie. She never fails to draw a smile out of you, and how couldn't she when she's there flashing you the most adorable pout ever and shivering like a puppy after a bath?

"I thought foxes liked snow," you remark cockily, hinting at the animal Minju resembles the most. But you open your arms and allow your girlfriend to make herself comfortable between them.

You put a pause your little stroll date to warm Minju. You hug her as tight as you can in, her head in between your shoulder and your arm, and give her a few kisses on the cheek despite your cold chapped lips. Mwah, mwah, mwah.

"Better?" you inquire.

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I need something else."

"I didn't bring any hot packs, Joo. I'm sorry, I'll bring some next time."

"Not that! I need something else."

"What is it?"

"It's something only you can give, daddy."

You immediately understand what she's hinting at when you hear the honorific.

Look down at Minju and you can see the naughty grin on her face. Despite knowing what she means, hesitation still holds you back.

"Here? Right now?" you ask uncertainly.

You look around the park. Nobody is around right now because of the night that is settling in. It's just you, Minju and the pinecone trees, but still!

"Of course!" Minju answers. "Wouldn't you do everything just to keep Mingming warm? Minju wants your hot cum inside her, pretty please, daddy?"

Her sparkling eyes absolutely rob you of any common sense left in you. Who could resist giving this girl the world when she's this cute?

The fluffy date night quickly twists into something else. Realizing how hot Minju looks even with the jacket covering most of her body, you tug off Minju's shorts till they dangle off one of her legs and lift her up. Your lips and hers connect and eagerly search for a taste of each other; eyes closed, Minju lets you nibble on her lower lip while your tongue curls around hers. The moan she lets out brings your cock to half-erectness needed to deliver out your girlfriend's plea.

You pin Minju to the nearest streetlight. Now your hands are free to grip her buff thighs instead, pulling them apart while Minju's hands return similar assistance by unzipping your pants. Soft moans and satisfied sighs continue to fill the cold air.

"Come on, daddy, give Minju what she wants." Minju is certainly demanding, but she helps you meet her needs by wrapping a gloved hand around your dick and jacking it off. You groan at the feeling of the fabric caressing your cock veins. "Fill Minju with your hot cum. Fuck!"

No more wasting time, no more extensive foreplay. You thrust into Minju's tight cunt, hissing at the way her walls immediately clamp down onto you. If she's this tight this early on, you can easily give her what she wants: your load inside her.

You begin with slow yet sharp thrusts. Minju whimpers, biting her lower lip while her long legs curl around you like snakes. You would be glad to be poisoned by this snake though, you joke to yourself. But the chuckle that would have gotten out of you is replaced by a groan upon hearing Minju's girlish moans.

Her tight pussy is coating every inch of your cock with her infamous Kim Minjuice. You make sure to lather it completely with her by slamming your shaft harsher until you are balls deep inside her. Minju's thighs squeezing around you also help you with the task at hand—wait, maybe "at dick" fits this statement better.

"Fuck, baby," Minju yelps, squeezing her eyes shut as you drag your dick out of her till only the tip remains inside and slam it all back in. "Faster! Faster, oh fuck, you're stretching me so well."

And you are: Minju's walls practically part to welcome you in. Her vagina hugs your shaft so tightly that each thrust rubs all her sensitive spots, all the right places.

Your ego swelling with pride, you trail your hand to her wide hips so your thumb could rub circles over her sensitive nub. The moment you do that, she lets out a high-pitched gasp, more juices spilling from her cunt and dripping down her thighs.

Minju's hips rise and spasm so her clit could nestle even more into your thumb. She desperately tries to get you to stimulate it, but you teasingly refuse to. What adds more to her frustration is the sudden slow thrusts.

"What the fuck! You're so annoying," she protests whinily. Her hips begin to move by their own to try and get herself off, but it just isn't enough. "Come on, keep going!"

She's so cute when she's angry. You pretend to be ignorant of her pleads and instead chastise her with a: "Careful, Minju. You're being too loud."

"And you're being too slow! What if I—oh fuck."

She curses when you resume the rough thrusts without warning. That definitely shut her up, you notice; her eyes are closed again but her mouth is wide open.

You close her mouth by closing the little distance between you with a kiss. Her walls contract and squeeze you tighter than ever, but you manage to keep the thrusts steady and consistent. After all, without a proper pace, you wouldn't be able to give Minju what she wants.

You do not want Minju to get cold, so if this were any other situation, you would have zipped up her jacket. However, seeing each thrust cause a delicious bounce from her handful-sized boobs makes you thrust in her faster.

You squeeze at one of them, leaning in to suck at her nipple. It's erect from the cold, so your tongue swirling around it feels even colder to Minju. She yelps a little, but her hands pulling you closer from the back of your head easily tells you that she enjoys it.

"Mmph, ahh, oh fuck, I'm close."

"Already?" you tease, giving her breast one final kiss.

"Oh, shut up! It's your fault anyway!" Minju answers. "And besides, you're—wait, no, please don't stop. I'm almost there."

"Fuck, so am I."

"Cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your little cumsleeve. She wants it—she wants it so fucking… bad!"

Minju's whimpery gasp comes out in the air as a smoky wisp when your thrust become quicker, aimless.

She buries her face in the crook of your neck heavily, biting down on it.

"So close, so close, so close, soclose!" Minju's words come out in high-pitched whines when she cums with you. She clenches down on you so tightly that she finally gets what she wants:

Buried deep inside her, your tip spews ropes and ropes of cum into her. Some stick out and onto her thighs, but you do your best to fuck them all into her.

"Ah! That's better!" Minju gives you a satisfied kiss. "Thank you, daddy!"

[littleprinces]

Day 17: Pet Play

Illit Minju x Male Reader

Kinkvember Day 17

It had been a long day at work, and I was looking forward to coming home to my petgirl, Minju. I walked through the door of my apartment and was greeted by the sight of her kneeling naked on the floor in front of my bed, her collar around her neck. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and gave me a shy smile.

"Welcome home, Master," she said, her voice soft and submissive.

I walked over to her and ran my fingers through her long, red hair. "I've missed you, Minju," I said, my own voice filled with desire.

"I've missed you too, Master," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth as my hands roamed over her body. She moaned softly, her body arching towards me as I touched her. I broke the kiss and looked down at her.

"I want to fuck you, Minju," I said, my voice husky with need.

"Yes, Master," she replied, her own voice filled with desire.

I helped her to her feet and led her over to the bed. I pushed her down onto it and climbed on top of her, my lips finding hers once again. We kissed passionately as I ran my hands over her body, my fingers teasing her nipples. She moaned into my mouth, her hips grinding against mine.

I broke the kiss and trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling and licking at her skin. She gasped and moaned as I made my way down to her breasts, my tongue swirling around her nipples. She arched her back, offering herself up to me. I sucked and bit at her nipples, making her moan even louder.

I continued to kiss and lick my way down her body, my fingers teasing her pussy. She was wet and ready for me, her juices coating my fingers. I spread her legs wide and leaned down, my tongue finding her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking up off the bed as I licked and sucked at her.

I slipped a finger inside of her, fucking her slowly as I continued to lick and suck at her clit. She moaned and gasped, her hips grinding against my face. I added another finger, fucking her harder and faster. She was close, her moans becoming louder and more desperate.

"Come for me, Minju," I commanded, my voice husky with desire.

She cried out, her body shaking as she came. I continued to lick and suck at her clit, drawing out her orgasm. She was panting and gasping, her body still shaking.

I climbed back up her body and positioned my cock at her entrance. I looked down at her, my eyes filled with desire. "I'm going to fuck you now, Minju," I said, my voice husky with need.

"Just fuck me, Master mmhhh," she replied, her own voice filled with desire.

I thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned and gasped, her hips grinding against mine. I started to fuck her, hard and fast. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I fucked her

"Fuck, you feel so good, Minju," I groaned, my hips pistoning in and out of her.

"Yes, Master, fuck me harder," she begged, her hips meeting mine with each thrust.

I fucked her harder and faster, our bodies slapping together as we moved. She moaned and gasped, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening.

"I'm going to come, Minju," I warned, my voice husky with desire.

"Yes, come inside me, Master mnhh cherish my love," she begged, her hips grinding against mine.

I thrust into her one last time, my cock twitching as I came. I filled her completely, my cum mixing with her juices. I collapsed on top of her, my body spent.

We lay there for a few minutes, our bodies still joined. I could feel her heart racing, her chest rising and falling quickly. I kissed the side of her neck and pulled out of her. She moaned as I did, her body missing the feeling of fullness.

I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms, her head resting on my chest. We lay there in silence for a few moments, our bodies still entwined.

"I love you, Master," she said

[defnotsoju]

Can you add anal or petplay on your minju smut?😂

THE KITTEN IN MY HOTEL ROOM

ILLIT's MINJU × M! READER

There was nothing better than hanging out with friends at a club after a long work week. You were drinking to the max, dancing, making out with random women in the club who were selling themselves for a few hundred dollars. Your life as a student was one of the best experiences you ever had and you would never give it up if you could. But what could be better than student life in Seoul?

Having a prostitute in your hotel room waiting for you every night and ready to serve you with her body.

The moment you entered the hotel room, you noticed the brown haired girl sitting on the large bedroom wearing a very cute lingerie. Although it was cute, the way her breasts were pressed together, expressing the line of her bust really turned you on. Her hair was wavy, her thighs were completely exposed and the material over her breasts and pussy was so thin that you could see through them. You could swear this is the hottest sight you've ever seen.

When you stood in front of her, you spread her legs apart with your knee and grabbed her chin. You made her look at you, smiling mischievously at the way she was looking at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Someone's impatient, huh?" You laughed and started caressing her lower lip with your thumb, carefully inserting the same finger into her mouth. "Suck it." You ordered her.

The brunette began to suck your thumb, looking up at your eyes that hungrily gazed at her semi-naked body. "You're so hot like this. I don't think I could go without fucking you anymore. You know what to do." You pushed your finger deeper into her mouth, making her gag slightly. She listened to you and obediently turned around, settling on the mattress on her hands and knees.

You were glaring at her ass which was so pale that the slap on her soft ass left a red mark from your hand. You were constantly enjoying the way her body reacted to the slaps, which made you slap her ass several more times in a row. She just moaned desperately and her body twitched.

But you yourself were eager to fuck her. You could feel the heat hugging your cock after you had applied the lube on it. Your movements were more difficult at first precisely because of how such a tight hole Minju has. The sight was brutal. Her back was arched, her chest pushed out against the mattress, her ass lifted up against your body. The leash was tightened around your hand and you were making her neck arch back until you had lost all sense of what you were doing. You had begun to aggressively thrust your pelvis into her ass, loud slaps of your skin echoing through the hotel room. You could hear her breathing heavily, the bell around her neck ringing constantly.

"S..Sir.. please fuck me slower It h-hurts.." Minju tried to plead with you politely and respectfully, calling you names as if you were higher in the hierarchy than her, which you were. She was just a prostitute and nothing more. But that didn't stop you. It even gave you the motivation to bang her as if it was the last time in your life, making the girl scream loudly in the room. You decided to lean over her yourself, starting to moan against her ear, which you bit.

"Meow for me. Be my good obedient kitty. Isn't that why I pay you? Why don't you do your job like the slut you are? Do you want me to tell your boss what you're doing? If you don't want to get into trouble, listen to what I tell you and you will be rewarded in the end." You growled against her ear, grabbing her hair and starting to pull hard. You pressed her head into the mattress, enjoying the way she meowed for you.

"Fuck...! S..Sir ~ This is so g..good.. N..N..Nyangh ~" The girl was moaning and shaking, trying to somehow squeeze her thighs as if that would stop the feeling of being aggressively fucked like she was some kind of animal. "N..Nyanghhh ~ D..Don't stop fuckin' me like that! P..Please!"

The time passed imperceptibly, and you had already reached your orgasm. You came so much in her tight hole that your cum started to flow out of her anus. Minju looked back at you, expecting you to help her cum as well, but she was going to keep her hopes up because you had other plans for her. She was licking the back of her palm, rubbing it after that on her forehead and acting exactly like the kitty you wanted her to be for you.

Without saying anything you grabbed her leash again and made her walk like an animal on all fours to the small fridge in the corner of the room. You took out a bottle of milk from the fridge and took a deep bowl, placing it on the floor and crouched next to her body.

"This is your reward for the good girl you are for me. " You stroked her soft, long and thick hair and she looked at you smiling. As soon as you poured it into her bowl, you told her to start drink the 'milk' like a kitten, and she listened to you.

Minju bent down and licked the white liquid, widening her eyes and immediately pulled away. It was your sperm. You had made her drink your orgasm, which you had saved especially for this session.

It looked like she didn't want to drink your cum from the bowl, but you forced her down and shoved her face inside, Minju closing her eyes and squeezing her eyelids as she drank from the bowl. "Good girl." You spoke and grabbed her hair to keep it out of the way. "I want you to drink it all."

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paris》 p.sh {character introduction}

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<3 pairing: chaebol!sunghoon x chaebol!fem!reader

<3 genre: smut, angst, fluff, childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers

<3 warnings: all warnings will be mentioned when each chapter is posted

<3 summary: you meet Park Sunghoon, another famous chaebol and your childhood bestfriend, in Paris during one of your parents numerous business trips. this trip is different though because your parents are planning an arranged marriage for you and WHO?!

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<3 notes: im sorry this took so long! Pt. 1 coming soon VERY soon!

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《　Kim Y/n

『　Y/n is 18 years old. She is the daughter of Lee Jiyoon and Kim Hyeonwoo, the chairman/ceo and chairwoman/ceo of the best real estate company and fashion/modeling company in Korea. Y/n also has an older sister. Her best friend is Choi Soobin, the son of the chairwoman of a famous fashion company and the chairman of Korea’s best car company. She also has another friend, Hwang Yeji who is the daughter of the ceo famous beauty brand. Yeji moved to Korea in the second year of high school and quickly became friends with Y/n because she could freely speak French to her. Y/n was friends with Sunghoon since she was 2 and stayed friends with him until Y/n was in her second year of high school. Y/n would never admit it but she has always had feelings for Sunghoon and aren’t over her feelings yet. 』

《 Park Sunghoon

『　Sunghoon is 20 years old. He is two years older than y/n. He is the son of the chairman/ceo of a famous real estate company in Korea and the chairwoman/ceo of a acting management company. Sunghoon has a younger sister. Sunghoon’s best friend are Kim Sunoo, Sim Jaeyun (Jake), Park Jongseong (Jay), and Lee Heeseung. Sunghoon has had a crush on Y/n since he was 9 and she was 7 and still has feelings for her. He had his own reasons to why they drifted apart. 』

《　Choi Soobin

『 Soobin is 20 years old. He’s Y/n’s best friend. He was friends with her since he was 9 and she was 7. He never really interacted with Sunghoon or met him seriously. 』

《 Kim Sunoo

『 Sunoo is 20 years old. He’s Sunghoon’s best friend. Has a step sister named Minju. 』

《 Lee Minju

『 Sunoo’s step sister. She’s 19 years old. Lowkey highkey has a crush on Sunghoon 😬. 』

《 Sim Jaeyun

『 Likes people to address him with his English name, Jake. He’s 20 years old. Went to a boarding school in Australia from 1st grade to 8th grade then came back to Korea for high school. Sunghoon’s best friend. 』

《　Park Jongseong

『 Prefers to be addressed as Jay. He’s in the same situation as Jake. He went to a boarding school in America from 1st grade to 8th grade and transferred back to Korea for high school. Sunghoon’s best friend. 』

《　Lee Heeseung

『 Born and raised in Korea. He’s 20, but almost 21. Average rich boy. Kind and sweet. 』

《 Yang Jungwon

『　Jungwon is 18. He is Y/n’s protector. Jungwon will never let anyone do y/n wrong after what Sunghoon did to her. He is also a chaebol, so a lot of people are afraid of him. They started being friends in Y/n’s 1st year of middle school. Scary to everyone else but y/n, but most people know that he’s nice. 』

《　Nishimura Riki (Niki)

『　Niki is 18. (I raised his age so that it would make sense for him to be in the same grade as Y/n, but I will not sexualize him in anyway. He’s just there enjoying the drama 😃) Y/n’s protector pt.2. Chaebol of course. He is very close to Y/n since she was the first person to approach him and be nice to him when he first moved her from Japan in their first year of middle school. (Like y/n he would go back in forth from Japan and Korea for his family’s business, but ultimately ended up moving over here.) Scary to everyone else but y/n, but most people knows that he’s nice pt. 2.

《　Background Info

『　Y/n and Sunghoon had been friends since they were children. They did everything together. It was all well until high school. As Y/n was starting her 1st year and Sunghoon was starting his 3rd year they became busy and their hang outs and talks became less frequent. Soon enough Sunghoon was entering his 4th year and y/n was starting her 2nd and they stopped talking fully. Sunghoon made a new friend group with the popular chaebols at school and y/n had Yeji, Soobin (who btw went to a differ school), and a new group of friends as well. Y/n was hurt by Sunghoon because he avoided her in the 2nd year of highschool without an explanation. 』

[juoirs]

YOU MANIAC! 박성훈

synopsis ⊹ when a distressed sunghoon desires to win back his ex, he uses a strategy that’s widely used in movies and books — fake date someone to make her jealous and want him back. (un)fortunately, you happen to be the one sunghoon chose to fake date.

pairing ⊹ park sunghoon x reader

genre ⊹ humor, angst, fluff

starring ⊹ enhypen, kim minju, ahn yujin, you, more..

warnings ⊹ reader uses she/her pronouns, cussing, nsfw stuff is mentioned lol but no smut

disclaimer! this story is completely fictional and does not depict how these idols act in real life.

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chapters

( ! ) . . . teaser

( profiles )

♥︎ minju’s children / jay’s parasites

( 1 ) . . . poor yujin

( 2 ) . . . 🚩?

( 3 ) . . . i am not emo.

( 4 ) . . . chase fucking atlantic

( 5 ) . . . #girlboss

( 6 ) . . . gatekeeping

( 7 ) . . . crazy ex disease

( 8 ) . . . andrew garfield, my husband

( 9 ) . . . pick me! choose me!

more to be added . . .