#bottom lee know

[victorbutnotreally]

SCREAM!

A/N: This is intense, so if you're not comfortable with anything given in the warnings, i'll see you in the next fic <3 CNC/Consensual Non-Consent is communicated, and consented to beforehand. warnings: boypussy!minho, CNC, role-play, mask kink (ghostface), knife play, threats (consensual), reader is a bit mean?, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, manhandling, rough sex, size difference, belly bulge, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, clit slapping (once), face slapping (once), dacryphilia, handcuffs, swearing, nicknames, established relationship, aftercare

You've done CNC before, but not like this.

Not this intense.

It all started with an innocent Halloween party…Minho dressed as a playboy bunny, and you as Geto Suguru. Both of your costumes were pretty low effort, but you can't deny you guys looked good. Especially Minho who looked absolutely delectable in a black latex babydoll with bunny ears and a pretty collar. When you got home, you still had the Ghostface mask someone handed you during hide-and-seek.

"Be really scary." "Fine, but only if I get to spoil you afterwards."

"I'll kick and scream but don't you dare stop, okay?"

The words rang in your head even on the way home. The words which made you leave the party early. Hell, you didn't even dance to conserve your energy.

As soon as you got home, you locked the front door shut and wearing your Ghostface mask, carried Minho over your shoulder. Minho, who was as light as a feather, as small as a kitten compared to your towering frame, kicked and screamed as he said he would. You heard him scream, and you could only smirk behind your mask. You trusted him to use his safe word if needed, and he trusted you to stop if he does.

You toss him onto bed and hovered over his small body, pinning his hands above his head. He looked at you in terror…god, he was such a good actor.

"P-Please…what are you doing? Let me go.."

"Let me go!!!", he yelled as you took out the knife you had as part of your Geto costume and pressed it against his throat. Thank god it was blunt.

"I'll slit your fucking throat if you make a sound", you said, lowering your voice to up the scare factor. He wanted scary, you'd give him scary.

Minho's eyes widened in feigned terror, although his heart was racing with excitement beneath his skimpy costume.

"Oh god oh god, please don't hurt me!" He whimpers loudly, tears welling up in his eyes for effect. "I-I have money! Take my money, just let me go!" Despite his pleading words, he arches his back as the cold blade pressed against his skin.

You toss the knife aside and grab both of his wrists in one large hand to pin them above his head while the other ran up his thighs, sliding the soaked panties to the side.

"I bet you're enjoying this, you slut." You spat, slapping his clit harshly, making him cry out.

"A-Ah please…no," his protests start to turn unconvincing as he bucks his hips upward.

He squirms and writhes under your grip, face flushed and chest heaving. Despite his protests, his dripping arousal is evident, juices glistening on his inner thighs.

"You're hurting me! This isn't what I wanted!" He cries out, voice cracking. He tries to clamp his legs shut but you easily part them further. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't do this! I'm begging you!"

He played it well. You almost felt bad. But you remind yourself that this is what he wanted. You knew he'd use his safe word, and that was all the reassurance you needed to proceed.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, you whore."

You say in the same lowered tone. You release his wrists only to cuff it with the handcuffs you grabbed from your nightstand drawer. Your hand which was now free from holding Minho's wrists went to wrap around his neck, putting light pressure, making him gasp and cry as you took off the lace panties and inserted two fingers in, scissoring roughly while your thumb pushed back the hood of his pussy and rubbed harshly against the extremely sensitive clit, making his milky, plush thighs shake and squirm.

Minho thrashes and bucks wildly as your long fingers invade his sopping cunt, scissoring roughly, thumb abusing his aching clit. Tears stream down his flushed cheeks, drool escaping the corner of his mouth as choked sobs spill forth.

"No! Aahh! S-Stop! You're r-ruining me!" He wails pitifully, even as he clenches greedily around the pumping digits. The handcuffs clink as he yanks fruitlessly at the restraints, only to spread his legs wider for your harsh touch.

"Am I? Good." Your tone was harsh, and you could see Minho fighting back a smile.

He was in heaven. Not being able to see your handsome face and hear your actual voice made the fear factor go up exponentially, but it was just as arousing since he knew that it was none other than his beloved boyfriend.

"I'll ruin you, you slut. I'll fucking do that."

Just as those words went past your lips, Minho came undone, sobbing as an intense orgasm took over him.

"You say you don't like this, but you're cumming so fast."

Tears run down his face as he looks up at you with glazed, half-lidded eyes. You reach out, breaking character for a second to run your thumb over his cheek.

"That's a good little slut," you whispered, pulling out your fingers and licking them clean. But you didn't intend to stop there. You undo your pants and boxers, revealing your erection. You gasped as the cold air hit your warm skin. "Let's see how well you can take dick."

"It won't fit! You'll tear me apart!" Minho whines, a pretty pout on his glossy lips. Despite his arousal, he finds himself shutting his quivering thighs, playing into the act. And god how you wanted to kiss those pouty lips you loved so much. But you were enjoying this too much, a big part because of how pleasured Minho looked from this.

"Shut up, whore."

You say harshly, slapping him across the face. You throw his pretty thighs open forcefully with your hand, gazing at the glistening folds through your mask before sliding your dick in, the process easy due to the arousal fluid as well as the previous orgasm's remnants on Minho's pussy.

"So fucking tight, little bunny."

Minho lets out a whimper as your cock spears into his tight heat, stretching him wide. His velvety walls clench and spasm around the invading thickness, moans and curses slipping past his plush lips. Tears run freely down his contorted face as he throws his head back, dark hair splayed across the pillow. His feet flex and toes curl from the intensity.

"P-Please…too big…gonna break me…"

"Stop resisting or it'll hurt more." You say menacingly as you thrust in roughly, every thrust making a bulge in Minho's belly, visible through the tight latex babydoll. He looked so pretty like this, his little hands reaching out to touch you but not being able to because of the restraints.

He whimpered between ragged breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. The brutal pounding of your cock is merciless, each thrust sending waves of excruciating bliss crashing through him. A wet squelch echoed with each snap of your hips, his pussy drenched and gaping around the invading shaft.

You wrap your hand around his throat, moving the index and middle fingers past his lips.

"Y-You fucking whore. Made for taking dick," you groan between thrusts. The words and your relentless abuse of his g-spot made way for the second orgasm which was signalled by his walls clenching around your cock, milking it for all its worth.

"Cumming already like a bitch in heat and you have the fucking nerve to resist me."

His tongue swirls around your fingers obediently, his loud screams muffled by them as he came again. His whole body seizes up, back bowing off the bed. His vision blurred by tears, he looks up at you again, knowing you won't stop.

You smile behind the mask, wanting to kiss his pretty face, but thrusting regardless. You bring his legs up, throwing them over your shoulders as you slam in with more force. Your grip on his thighs was bruising, and the sight of your large hands on his thighs made him clench around you. The assault on his senses made Minho let out the prettiest, most pathetic sounds. You could tell he was sensitive from the two orgasms, but you also knew he had good endurance.

His legs bring you in closer, heels rubbing against your back as he tried to stay still. His tiny hands fist at the sheets the best he could with the cuffs still on. Your thumb rubs at his clit and he bucks his hips, his walls fluttering and clenching around you.

"F-Fuck…"

You felt your climax approaching as your thrusts grew erratic.

"Gonna fucking breed your cunt. Show the whole world who owns you."

He makes a sound between a sob and a moan at your words, mumbling unintelligible protests in a weak attempt to stay in character, but his body screamed otherwise as yet another orgasm overtook him. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he squeezed your back with his legs. As if on cue, you climaxed as well, riding out your high as you moved in and out of his heat weakly. His small frame trembles beneath yours, slick juices dripping down his thighs as he's pumped full of cum. He pants, not a single thought behind his eyes as his walls flutter around your softening member.

You pull out slowly, watching the beautiful sight of his pussy coated in cum and arousal, dripping wet and fluttering. You remove your mask, pulling your clothes up to wipe the sweat from your face. You pulled him onto your lap and wrapped your arms around his waist, taking off his babydoll and pulling him close to your chest.

"Baby?" Your voice was tender, a stark contrast to the menacing tone from earlier.

"Hm?" Minho melts into the embrace, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. He looks at you, a contented smile playing on his lips. "You did such a good job, Mnie," he giggled softly, pressing a kiss to your pulse before continuing. "You scared me half to death and filled me up so well."

"And you did such a good job taking it, darling," you say, kissing his forehead. You wiped his tears and kissed his soft cheeks, a protective instinct taking ahold of you as you see how tiny he is in your arms.

"My pretty baby…my Minnie did so well, hm?"

A warm blush spread across his cheeks at your praise, his heart swelling with affection. "I try," he said, trying to be demure and modest, bringing a fond smile to your lips. You kiss his lips for the first time since you came home, humming at the taste of his chocolate lip gloss.

"I love you baby," you say, looking at him adoringly. He smiled. He would get so overwhelmed by the look in your eyes sometimes, whether it be tender or intense. You nuzzle his nose, tilting your head to give him another little kiss on the lips.

"I'll run a bath for you, okay princess?"

"I want burgers afterwards."

"And curly fries, I know."

[astrosfaerydae]

Sugar, I've Developed a Taste For You || Minsung

[wc: 2.8k]

[Read time: 8 mins]

[Rating: Explicit 🔞]

Summary:

Jisung comes home late from the studio yet still earlier than Minho had expected. Caught in the act Jisung takes care of him the way he deserves.

Excerpt:

Jisung stood up with an indignant huff and walked over to Minho’s side of the bed, trapping his naked body in with a back hug. He squished himself as close as possible resting his cheek against Minho’s still damp shoulder blade, “Are you really ok?” “Ehh, but a bit of Vitamin D might help me feel better.” Jisung kissed Minho’s shoulder softly before smacking it with a burst of laughter, “Can you be serious for two fucking seconds?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62384689

[MasterList]

[skz-fanfic-recs]

Can you recommend me some top bang chan and bottom lee know fanfics

Thanks!! <3

ofc!! <33

opposites attract by keros

fake it till you fuck it by megaotaku98 (ik i've reccomended this before but its but its one of my favorites and by the best minchan author on the planet)

invisible string by bulletbulletbullet

i promise i'm not trying to fuck you by megaotaku98

tutoring for the divorced and lonely by interrupted

[enimsiyobeht]

Thinking about boypussy Lino and pussy drunk reader who always wants to eat his pretty princess out... just getting on his knees when they're having a movie night and devouring that pretty pussy, or laying between Minho's legs, throwing those legs over reader's shoulders and eating him out so vigorously...

and equally obsessed Minho..who wants reader inside him.. will cock warm reader when he's working, is basically free use because there's not one moment he doesn't want reader inside him

😩😩😩

admit it! (you're obsessed). minho x male reader.

1468 boypussy, unprotected (all scenes), oral sex (m. receiving), cockwarming (all scenes), dirty talk, overstimulation, oral fixation, pussy worship, power play, comfort sex elements, implied size kink, sensory kink, somnophilia-adjacent/sleepy sex (extra scene). mdni !!

a/n : i lob this request, and i bet my hubby... @spear-of-moonlight (hope for the best recovery of your wrist 😿😿💖) would love it 2!! 👉👈 i thought of some extra scenes to elaborate with the whole ask, enjoyyy.

The movie plays, mostly ignored.

Minho’s in your lap, pink cotton shorts pushed up high on his thighs, a faded tank top slipping off one shoulder. He’s pretending to focus on the screen—he always does, biting the inside of his cheek like he isn’t soaking the seat of your pants, legs twitching whenever your fingers shift an inch closer to where he wants them.

You’re not even halfway through the opening act when you drop to your knees.

“Again?” Minho teases, though his voice is already breathless. “Didn’t you get enough this morning?”

You don’t answer.

You just hook his legs over your shoulders, peel those pretty shorts down, and stare. His pussy’s puffy and slick, lips parted like it’s been waiting—like it knows you’re down there again.

“Fuck, look at you,” you murmur, palms pressing into his thighs to spread him open. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

Minho giggles, head tipping back, hair spilling over the couch cushions. “You’re the one crawling back between my legs, baby.”

You don’t deny it. You never do.

Because nothing compares to the way he tastes—warm and sticky, pussy twitching the moment your tongue touches it. You groan into him, suckled in like you’ve been starving, like you need him to breathe. And Minho? He’s already moaning, back arched, one hand in your hair and the other clutching the cushions like you’re fucking him with your mouth.

Your tongue drags slow over his slit, and Minho gasps—hips bucking despite himself. His thighs are already trembling, spreading wider over your shoulders as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is. Maybe you’ve made it that way. He doesn’t even try to hide how wet he is, how swollen his pussy’s gotten from you just looking at him.

“You’re drooling,” he breathes, voice laced with smug arousal, “so disgusting.”

You groan into him, tongue dipping into his fluttering hole as your fingers press into the meat of his thighs, spreading him wider, pulling him open. “I can’t help it,” you whisper, voice wrecked. “You’re too fucking pretty. I want to live down here.”

“Then stay,” Minho says softly, and you look up—

—his eyes are half-lidded and shining, lips bitten raw, cheeks flushed. He’s got that same expression you dream about: smug yet ruined, like he’s got you wrapped around his little finger and wants to break you with it.

You bury yourself deeper, tongue fucking into him with purpose now, nose pressed to the slick mess between his folds as your fingers reach up to stroke his thighs, his hips, the little strip of skin above his clit that makes him gasp out loud.

“I’ll cum if you don’t stop,” he warns, breath catching, “and then I’ll get greedy.”

You smile into his cunt. “Good.”

You don’t let up. You eat him out like you’ve forgotten anything else exists—tongue curling and licking and sucking, lips sloppily devouring every drip of slick he gives you. You feel his pussy clamp around your tongue, feel the tension roll through his whole body as he tugs at your hair and writhes in your grip.

He cries out when he cums, the sound sharp and sweet, his back arching clear off the couch. You hold him down, licking him through it until his thighs twitch and he’s squealing from overstimulation, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

You pull back with a wet kiss to his inner thigh. “Princess tastes so fucking good.”

Minho lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one that made me like this.”

“You’ve always been like this.”

He’s still trembling when he shifts onto his side, shorts hanging from one ankle, legs sticky and shining with your spit. His eyes follow you as you sit back on the couch—your cock straining against your sweats now, fully hard, precum staining the waistband.

“You’re gonna take care of that, right?” Minho murmurs, crawling toward you. “Can’t let your princess do all the work.”

You expect him to drop to his knees and suck you off, like he’s done a dozen times before. But instead, he straddles your lap, kissing you open-mouthed and messy, grinding against your cock until your hands settle on his hips.

“Need you,” he breathes, voice breaking. “I want you inside. Now.”

“Min,” you whisper, “we just—”

“I don’t care,” he whines, gripping your shoulders as he lifts himself and lines you up. “I want you. I want to feel you again. I want to keep you in me forever.”

You don’t even try to argue.

He sinks down onto your cock with a breathy moan, pussy still wet and open from your tongue, welcoming you back like he was made for it. You groan, head dropping back against the couch as he fully sheathes himself, his thighs quivering around your waist.

“Fuck, you’re so warm—so tight still,” you pant, holding his hips as he starts to move.

But he shakes his head, hands pressing to your chest. “No. Don’t fuck me. Not yet.”

You blink. “Then—what?”

“Just sit. Let me warm you.”

You can barely hold in your whimper.

Minho curls against your chest, arms wrapping around your shoulders, cock pressed to your stomach as he sighs through his nose. His pussy clenches around you in slow, steady waves, like he’s savoring the stretch, letting you rest inside him without moving—but still making sure you feel every inch of him.

“I’m gonna ride you later,” he murmurs, “when you’re at your desk, pretending to work. I’m just gonna climb in your lap and sit on your cock like this… and not say a word until you beg me to move.”

You groan into his shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I want to,” he whispers, licking a stripe up your neck. “I want to ruin you for anything that isn’t me. I want to make you sick with it.”

You believe him.

Your cock twitches inside him, and he smiles, biting down on your shoulder as you finally start to grind up into him. Slow. Gentle. Lazy. The kind of rhythm that says we’ve got all day and I’m never pulling out.

“I love when you’re inside me,” he murmurs, clutching your shirt. “Even when I’m not cumming. Even when you’re just�� holding me open.”

You press your face into his hair, wrap your arms around his waist, and keep your hips rolling.

“I could stay like this forever.”

extra scenes (2) below

Under the Table

You’re trying to finish emails on your laptop, legs crossed under the table, coffee long since gone cold beside you. Minho’s been quiet for a while, curled up on the floor in an oversized tee, pretending to scroll on his phone.

But then he shifts.

He slides under the table without a word, crawls into the space between your legs and rests his cheek on your thigh, nuzzling you through your sweats. You keep typing for a few more seconds, pretending to ignore him, until his fingers curl into your waistband and tug.

“Baby…” he says, voice muffled. “Can I have it?”

You don’t say yes. You don’t have to.

He pulls your cock out, eyes fluttering as it presses against his cheek, heavy and flushed. He lifts your shirt and slides your cock into him—not his mouth. His pussy.

Wet. Warm. Welcoming.

Minho straddles your thigh, folds spread open as he sinks down slowly, whining as he takes every inch. You groan, hands hovering over your keyboard, as he settles fully onto your lap, cock snug inside him.

“I won’t move,” he whispers, breathless. “Promise. Just need you in me.”

He stays like that the whole time you work—his heat pulsing around you, walls clenching when you get too focused. He doesn’t ride. Doesn’t beg. Just warms you, as promised. Until your hands leave the keyboard, and your fingers curl under his shirt, and you lose the will to pretend.

Middle of the Night

It’s 3:12 AM when you feel it.

Minho stirs beside you in bed, half-asleep and boneless, his bare thigh hooking over yours. He presses his body close—chest to your side, cheek on your shoulder—and lifts the covers without saying anything.

You feel him reach between your legs, guiding your half-hard cock to his entrance, slick and already aching for you.

“Can’t sleep,” he whispers. “Need you.”

You’re groggy, barely awake, but your body knows exactly what to do. You shift your hips and let him sink down onto you, slow and warm and perfect. He hums softly, nuzzling into your neck as he settles fully.

“Just stay like this,” he mumbles. “I’ll fall asleep like this. Just keep me full.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, hold him close, and let him fall asleep cockwarming you—pussy twitching in little spasms every time you breathe.

thanks for 570 followers btw :)

[lee-minhoe]

lee know laughing like 😆

favorite genres of lee know (15/?)

[spear-of-moonlight]

HIM, OBVIOUSLY! | HYUNG LINE VER.

— when they thirst over you and text you, thinking it was someone else.

genre: humour, suggestive warnings: language, suggestive overall masterlist

— BANG CHAN

— LEE MINHO

— SEO CHANGBIN

— HWANG HYUNJIN

[kiss-of-moonlight]

HOME SWEET HOME | LEE MINHO

warnings: multiple rounds, cockdrunk lee know, reader is whipped and so is minho, like four lines of dialogue, language, unprotected sex —w.c:1.2k A/N: happy pride month!!

You've been closer than ever with the new dorm arrangement-just you and Minho in a cozy apartment. There were two bedrooms but you barely glanced at the second one. The two of you shared a room, both of you arranging your things in the same wardrobe in an unspoken agreement. You'd wake up together, tangled in each other's arms, with you pulling him closer with a sleepy "five more minutes.." Minho stayed, of course, nuzzling into your warmth- you, who had become his everything. You'd cook together, and spend sweaty dance practices with close contact and quiet studio sessions with stolen glances together. There were the failed baking attempts where you'd have to call Felix from next door for help, hands covered in flour.

Then there were the not-so-tender moments, the ones Minho thought he'd take to the grave. The ones were Minho would jerk off to pictures of you. He'd cry after, thinking the two of you would never be real. Minho didn't think that even if you do get into a relationship, you'd survive in this industry. But he'd do anything for you. For the way the light catches your eye. For the way his name sounds in your voice.

When you came home from the studio one day, you thought you had walked into heaven. Minho was wearing the tiniest pair of shorts and your too-big hoodie that drowned him in fabric. Seeing Minho in your clothes and barely anything else— his godly thighs almost fully bare, his pretty collarbones showing as the hoodie slipped off one shoulder, the sleeves falling past his small hands as he padded around with adorable sweater paws, the way the hoodie fell beneath the hem of the shorts, making it look like he wasn't wearing anything except it, the way he looked home, tiny and comfortable in your clothes—made your heart lose all control of its rhythm. You looked at him, expression too complex to be read. A mix of feelings swirled in the depths of your eyes—adoration, love, affection, devotion, but also lust, desire, hunger- anyone else would've collapsed under the weight of that look. But not Minho, who had gotten too used to you looking at him like you'd press him to the floor and ravage every inch of him. He was used to wearing your too-big hoodies, and his too-tiny shorts, wishing that he would end the day with more than just your eyes on him. And because you couldn't take it anymore, because Minho didn't stop you, you pressed your lips to his, finally crossing the line you stood so precariously before.

The kiss was soft, sweet, gentle, everything the two of you were. Then it turned heated, passionate, hungry, desperate. Again, nothing the two of you weren't. Because you couldn't take it anymore, because he'd gasped against your lips when your hands slid up his shirt, because he begged with his voice melting like honey when your lips found his pulse, you ended up in bed with him. It was as if you were homesick and he was your front door. You peeled off his clothes, grinning when he made grabby hands at you to take yours off. You kissed down his body, admiring every vein, every curve and dip of his body, every muscle that flexed under your touch, every hair that stood under your breath. He retaliated, pouncing on you like a starved beast. He kissed you again, shoving his tongue into your mouth as your hands guided him onto your lap. He kept your head titled up with a hand in your hair as he put his mouth on your neck. You tasted divine to him, as he moaned into your neck with each suckle of those plush lips.

Before he was finished worshipping you, you had him on his back, looking at you with starry eyes. When you entered him, his voice curled with your name so beautifully you could've come from that alone.

After rounds and rounds of lovemaking from the two dancers with inhuman stamina, Minho was cockdrunk. And beautifully so.

As you fucked him deep, letting him feel every inch of your cock and every vein and ridge of it, and how you shuddered with the warmth and tightness of his eager hole, as you hovered above him with the moonlight making you look like you were crafted by angels, with eyes more luminous than any gem, Minho was drunk. Lost.

Minho was lost in the way you looked above him. He was so fucked out on your length that moved in and out of him with the same energy you've been fucking at for hours. He was a beautiful sight—skin flushed and sweaty, drool leaking from his lips that were parted in moans and incoherent babbles, eyes rolling back as tears streamed down his rosy cheeks, as sobs left his lips, hickeys and bite marks littered over his skin just like the ones on your body that he left, small hands kneading at your chest or desperately grabbing at your forearms which were streaked with lines from his hunger. Minho begged, completely fucked out, for more as you thrusted in deep enough that Minho thought you were in his throat.

When you grabbed his cock, fisting it as your hips moved like a machine, spurred on by his desperate moans and your name leaving his lips like a prayer and a plea all at once.

"F-Fuck..h-hyung please.." He sobbed, hands gripping your biceps. His and your stomachs were sticky with the multiple orgasms before, the ones that seemed endless as you stopped just long enough to kiss his forehead before your cock twitched and throbbed inside him with him clenching around you in a plea when his mind refused to conjure up a word that wasn't your name.

After you've lost count of how many times you've both cum, you buried yourself to the hilt one last time, flooding his insides yet again. You collapsed on top of him, hips aching, shoulders bruised from his grip, arms straining from holding yourself up, lips finding his in a desperation that no one except him could ever see in you. You gasped into his mouth, still slowly rolling your hips, not being able to stop.

"I love you, baby.." You somehow found words, heart swelling at how beautiful he was under you—flushed, utterly blissed out, and yours.

"Hyungie…love you too.." He rasped out, hands cupping your face and bringing you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so sweet you were sure the reason you couldn't feel a toothache was the pleasure flooding through your veins.

This dance was much sweeter than the one you were dancing around the line between friends and lovers.

[algrenion]

bro that's the same fuckin guy

[rootersnoosferret]

absolutely begging dimension 20 to do a battle-heavy courtroom drama inspired season called Rules Lawyers with battle puzzles that hinge on technicalities and rules interpretation

[withleeknow]

♡ leemujin service

[victorbutnotreally]

hyung line ver.

maknae line ver.

warnings: mentions of fucking in chan's and hyunjin's part, reader calls hyunjin a slut, suggestive overall, lee know "died" lol (all pics from pinterest) 

A/N: based on the anon's vibe, I decided to do horny + crack. I feel like you'd love it. i'm actually quite busy rn, so maknae line will be uploaded later. 

Chan: 

Minho:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

[bottomhyunjinbuffet]

Dessert of the Day

╰┈➤ Pairings: Bottom! hyunjin x Top SKZ

╰┈➤ WC: 1.5k

╰┈➤ Warnings: MDNI, Freeuse! Hyunjin, top bang chan top changbin, top felix, top jeongin, top seungmin, top han, top lee know, aftercare mentioned and done, no plot, mainly smut

╰┈➤ Summary: after a long day that never seemed to end, hyunjin offered to help his group in anyway they wanted to use him and they took him on that matter and made sure he was taken care of at the end of it.

“You did say we could have a free use, after today? Of course we're gonna use it.” bang chan groaned out, holding hyunjin's blonde hair tight in his hands while he was throat fucking the poor shaking male. Who was holding onto the man's thighs and letting out muffled gagging sounds, his eyes constantly rolling back in his head while letting out muffled moans at the feeling of his ass being smacked. “I'd never thought it was going to end, seriously trying to ask me out at a fan sign? Can't even get one normal day without getting pissed off.” “Guys, come on we have the poor man shaking already and you two just started! Leave some for the rest of us.” Felix pouted, pushing back some of his hair from his eyes while his cock stood up outside of his pants, not wanting to touch it because he was excited for tonight, being left alone in the dorm room knowing everyone would get a turn.

Chan and changbin let out deep, gruntled growls before staying still, both releasing at once while feeling the bottom male trembling under them. Changbin rubbing hyunjin's already red bum before slowly pulling out with a sigh of relief, like a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders before hearing the sounds of hyunjin panting, seeing that Chan had also pulled out but didn't let go of his hair. Chan leaning down and wiping some of his cum off of hyunjin's swollen lips. His eyes looking at the older male with nothing more than want and never ending need. His tongue sticking out like a dog wanting some wanter, his back was arched in a way that showed he was craving for more, wanting to be used anyway that would help his group. “Someone better be recording this for later, definitely gonna need this when he passes out.” Lee know huffed, seeing that Seuingmin already had his phone recording while Felix happily walked over, turning hyunjin on his back just to crawl over him and trap the panting male under him, Hyunjin's legs instinctively wrapping his legs up to Felix's shoulders while his hands were free, his mouth staying wide while he was panting.

“Sorry hyun, I know I'm usually the gentle one, but tonight I need to fucking pound something.” Felix pushed himself in and began quickly moving his hips, watching hyunjin arch his back while he continued to let out loud moans and pleads. His drool mixing with Changbin's cum while his back kept moving up from the hardwood cold floor under him. His head titled to the side while Felix left large purple marks on his neck and collarbone, leaving almost no room for anyone else to leave marks. “Yes, yes yes! Please don't apologize- fucking gods! Just do it!” He cried out, hearing his skin slapping while his eyes rolled back into his head once again with his tongue sticking out. He knew Felix loved holding him close when they were having times like this, getting the best angle and results while a phone was getting all of this on camera for everyone to enjoy in their own private time.

Feeling yet another release, hyunjin let out a mewl, letting his head move side to side as if he were trying to stay awake with all the help he could get. Feeling Felix slowly pull out and feeling content while looking at those who have yet to get their turn. Seungmin, I.N., han, and lee know all waiting their turns to enjoy themselves. Slowly rolling over, feeling the mixed juices slowly leak out from him while he moved his legs opened more with his mouth staying opened. He still had four more to take, he could do it. He's done it before and he can do it again. He looked up at seungmin, who was slowly panning the camera around just to get everything. Seungmin would go last just so he could get both holes in each shot so he could then send it to the group chat on their separate phones for them to look back and remember how it ended. Seeing hyunjin all tired and shaking afterwards knowing he was going to be taken care of no matter how late it was.

I.N. walked in front of him, tapping the tip on hyunjin's open mouth, watching him take it in and quickly bobbing his head back and forth, holding onto I.n.’s thighs as tight as his shaking hands could while feeling someone rub his back slowly, tracing his middle back and he knew it was Han. Han always loved messing with his back knowing he would squirm even when being in a spot like this and there was little to nothing he could or would want to do to stop it either. It was already driving him crazy while leaning into I.n.’s touch, looking up while the youngest member already had a handful of hair in his hands while slowly moving his hips to hit the back of Hyunjin's throat. His voice was going away feeling two dicks inside him once again both going at different paces just to throw him off once again. It was never enough and he could still take more if he truly wanted to, knowing Lee know would go harder than chan would on his ass. And that is saying a lot when it comes to the two of them.

Even with droopy eyes, he swallowed each drop he could, letting out a pop and a whine when I.n. slowly pulled out, slowly letting go of his hair with a smile on his face before arching his back, feeling himself release once again combined with Han's own release. His mind was blank and he could barely tell what was happening around him before just being picked up once again. Even being lumped against Lee know's chest, his chest rising and falling, his head leaning to the side while trying to keep his eyes wide opened. His arms and legs being numbed but his legs were shaking. He knew Lee Know liked to make him. HIs back against him, his arms behind held back behind him with his weak and tired knees keeping him up while pounding into him. Being able to look over to see Hyunjin sticking his tongue out while looking at seungmin’s camera, his way of begging him to come closer. Even while himself bouncing, he could still take it, and take it well. His mouth latching onto Seungmin’s dick, looking up at the phone into the camrea, despite his lower movements he would swirl his tongue while teasing him but taking everything he possibly could.

His muffled moans getting quicker and higher, his eyes rolling back while he could hear Lee know whispering in his ear, saying words he knew would get Hyunjin closer and would get picked up. “Look at you, taking everyone’s dicks like they were made for you. You were made for these weren't you? Even after everything here you are, taking it all in like nothing else matters. You love putting on shows for us to watch later now don't you hyun?” Seugmin having to hold his head still while lee know bucked his hips up one more time, the two of them releasing once again while hyunjin's body trembled even more. His legs squirming around while seungmin pulled his head back for everyone to hear the broken cry coming from him. Coughing even while his head laid on Lee know's shoulder who was also smirking the entire time. “You sure you want your last turn seuingmin? He would pass out before he could eat.” “Felix should have the straw coming, I can go slow.” He started, watching Hyunjin's eyes flutter back opened before he got on his hands and knees to crawl on the sticky floor, slowly turning on his back with his legs opened. His legs were down, meaning he was done and ready to be cleaned off and eat. Not anything else.

So seungmin stopped the recording and set it to the chat, tossing his phone on the couch while kneeling over. “Alright who ran the bath?” “Han ran the bath with the bubbles and will help you bathe him, Felix should get the smoothie ready since he won't be able to chew and I.N. should have the large bed made with his pj's out so we can hold him to bed while Chan-hyung and Changbin are ready to help lift him up. Let me call Changbin.” Lee know got up, fixing his pants like everyone else before calling out to changbin outside the door, of course they had to take care of their golden boy, after all he did great for all of them today.

[skz-fanfic-recs]

hey could you plsss recommend some minchan fanfics 😭😭

yup!

check this out first <33 and this too !! and this...

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[enimsiyobeht]

room for two? 2min long drabble.

mdni 🐇🐕 !! boypussy seungmin & minho x amab reader. implied ot8 harem. implied 9th member reader. use of folds, pussy, hole as seungmin's & minho's gential. unprotected sex (you know the drill, wrap it up), p-in-v, fingering (s. & m. receiving), riding (both s & m; like a cowgirl, yeehah!), creampie, overstimulation. hmu if i missed some tags.

It started the way these things usually did—with Seungmin curled up beside you, pretending to watch something on your phone while his fingers slipped higher up your thigh. His body was soft and warm, eyes flicking to your lips, his teasing little smile barely hiding how worked up he already was.

“You’re hard,” he whispered, brushing over your bulge through your sweats. “Didn’t even do anything yet.”

“You don’t have to,” you murmured, kissing his jaw. “You always do this to me.”

Seungmin climbed into your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, straddling you with a breathless little sigh. You slid his shorts down just enough to reveal his slick folds—already wet, dripping for you.

“Let me ride you,” he whispered. “Please. I need it.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice.

Your cock was already thick and ready when he lined himself up and sank down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. His pussy fluttered around you, tight and greedy, every inch sending sparks down your spine.

You held his hips steady, letting him find his rhythm. He started slow—grinding down, whimpering quietly, his head resting on your shoulder as he bounced in your lap. The wet, slick sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and addictive.

Then the door opened.

You froze.

Seungmin didn’t even bother stopping—he turned his head lazily, already flushed, already stuffed full of your cock—and smirked.

Minho stood in the doorway, fresh from the shower, hair damp and towel draped around his neck.

“Well,” he said slowly, eyes locked on where Seungmin was grinding in your lap, “didn’t expect to walk into a full show.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Seungmin just moaned and leaned into you. “Come sit with us, Min. Don’t be shy.”

Minho’s lips curved, his gaze growing darker. “I see how it is. You start without me.”

He dropped his towel, peeled off his clothes, and walked over to the bed—bare and already slick between the thighs, his pussy clearly aching to be filled.

You met his eyes. “You want a turn?”

He nodded, licking his lips. “I wanna feel what he’s getting.”

“Then wait,” Seungmin said with a cheeky smile, as if competitive over You. “I’m not done yet.”

Minho sat beside you, hand sliding over your thigh as Seungmin picked up the pace—bouncing faster, wetter, his moans louder now with an audience. Your cock throbbed inside him, your grip tightening as you fucked up into him harder, needing more.

“Fuck,” Seungmin cried out, legs trembling. “M’gonna come—please, don’t stop—!”

You didn’t. You snapped your hips up, burying yourself deep, and he came with a strangled moan—his pussy clenching so hard around you it pushed you right to the edge. You held him down, thrusting deep one last time before spilling inside him, filling him with hot, thick release.

He slumped against you, panting and dazed, your cock slipping out with a sticky sound as he slid off your lap—your cum leaking down his thighs.

Then Minho climbed over you, eyes shining.

“My turn.”

You were still sensitive, cock twitching with aftershocks, but when you felt how slick and warm Minho already was as he settled into your lap, you hardened again almost instantly.

“Fuck,” you groaned, fingers spreading him open. “You’re dripping.”

“Been dripping since I saw you fuck him,” Minho whispered. “Wanna feel that now. All of it.”

You slid inside slow, groaning as his tight, wet heat squeezed around you. Minho gasped, burying his face in your neck, his fingers gripping your shoulders as you started to move—thrusting up into him, deeper each time.

Seungmin lay beside you, lazily watching with a hand stroking your thigh and his own still-leaking hole twitching from oversensitivity.

“You’re gonna break him,” he murmured.

“Want him to,” Minho panted, bouncing harder now. “Wanna be ruined. Wanna be filled just like you were.”

You gripped his hips and gave him exactly what he wanted—thrusting up harder, faster, fucking into him deep enough that he cried out, his thighs shaking.

You didn’t stop until he was whimpering and begging, until your cock throbbed inside him and your second release spilled deep in his clenching pussy.

You collapsed with both of them curled around you—Seungmin against your side, Minho still seated on your lap, cock twitching inside his soaked, messy heat.

“…Next time,” Minho whispered, eyes fluttering, “I want to go first.”

(honorable mention of the series)

[getyourdirtyhandsoffme]

May I request a Top!Lee Know x Btm! Mreader. The reader decided to tease Lee Know by sending some nudes and even the reader wearing lingerie. Lee know couldn't do shit so he called home earlier and the reader gave Lee know a lap dance and riding him in the process.

SEPERATE WARNING(S):

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ READER:

role(s): Dominate/Power Bottom

genitals: Dick

name(s): Kitten (for a bit), baby (?)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ LEE KNOW:

role(s): Submissive Top

genitals: Dick

name(s): Bunny

WARNING(S): Lap dancing (never done this before), kitten/bunny name kink (I'm not into pet play), moaning and groaning, Dick riding, kissing, honestly that's all I can think of. You are wearing white lingerie with cat ears. Lee wears a bunny headband. Butt plug. Rushed writing. This might suck ass.

AUTHOR: Some of these requests got me really thinking like my writing skills aren't that good y'all..but thank you for requesting and I hope this pleases you!

P.S: Not only that, I kinda rushed this. I kept on going then stopping then going so I'm so sorry if this turned out bad.

Please like, comment or/and reblog! Thank you!

"GIVING YOU A SHOW!"

Fuck, he was hard. Why were you doing this? You knew he had practice to do with his members, yet you do something like this.

He bit his bottom lip, looking intently at the photos you are sending in full nude.

He saw you naked a couple of times, like changing, showering, and, well, sex, so this didn’t phase him one bit until one photo caught him off guard.

You are in white lingerie wearing a white cat-ear headband, posing sexually just for him.

His face looked neutral, but his ears were burning red as he tried not to get too hard in front of the cameras for SKZ-TALKER for fans who were excited to see next.

He kept staring until someone sat down next to him, making him immediately turn off his phone and throw his phone to the side. Luckily, it didn’t hit the floor, which could grab everyone's attention except the one who sat next to him.

“Hyung? Are you okay?"

He slowly side-eyes the man beside him until he quickly softens, noticing it is just Jisung.

Lee Know sighed as he tried to adjust himself to get comfortable, trying to hide his bulge from Jisung, others, and most definitely the cameras. “Yeah, it's just, something happened at home with [Your Name]...I might need to leave early..."

"Oh? Are they okay? Do you need any help?"

Lee Know just shook his head. "No, it's just a fever. Can you let the others know I'm leaving early? I promise tomorrow I'll make it up to them."

Jisung nods as he stands up and walks away to Chan to tell him. He watches as Chan stares at him and nods, letting him go.

He quickly grabs his stuff, bowing down a goodbye as he steps out of the dance room then leaves out of the building.

He can handle you later.

He lied; he cannot handle you later.

He found himself allured by your moves. Your hips were swaying as you pulled him by his collar, dragged him to the couch, and put on a bunny ear headband on top of his head. He even noticed his kids, the cats, weren’t here, so he assumed they were getting taken care of by one of your friends as per usual.

He was technically trapped by pleasure.

The way the white lingerie compressed your body, it was so hot, he could cum untouched, which was kind of pathetic now that he thinks about it.

You kept on teasing him with your dancing until you finally landed yourself sexually into his lap, your thighs between Lee’s thighs. You started to move your lower body, almost like you were giving him a lap dance.

Lee Know groans a bit as he feels your ass touching his bulge, struggling not to touch you to ruin your performance.

“Aww, my little bunny, you seem to be having a hard time trying not to fuck me... How cute." You whispered into his ears, smirking at your lover's weak state.

“Kitten, please…” Lee wanted more than just teasing; he was technically begging for the next main performance.

All you could do was laugh a little as you stopped moving your hips, stopping the friction as you just sat on top of his hard bulge.

Lee whimpers as he stares at you.

That’s when you sat up, leaving his lap, causing Lee Know to look at you confused.

“It’s the next performance, the main performance... Shall you join me, my bunny?"

Lee Know’s aching, hard dick twitched through his sweatpants as he quickly took it off along with his boxers. You laughed as you slowly took off the white panties that were holding your hard dick in place.

He was looking at you all hungrily; he could finally feel your pleasure from all the teasing you gave him.

You walked back to him, swaying him again as you sat on top of his lap, feeling his dick touching yours.

“Kitten, where is the lube? We should prep you first."

You shook your head as you grabbed Lee Know’s hand and reached behind your rim to feel the handle of the end of the buttplug inside of you. He groans as he pulls the buttplug out of you, feeling the lube spill a bit onto his fingertips.

You bit your lip as you sat yourself up again, lining his cock near your rim, teasing him again.

“Fuck, please stop teasing me, kitten; you have been teasing me." You cut him off by putting his whole dick inside your hole, and you both moaned.

You felt so full, while his dick felt so warm and a bit tight.

You grinned your body as you kissed his neck, Lee Know letting you take control.

That’s when you started riding his dick up and down, feeling his dick hitting your prostate, making you moan louder.

Lee Know moans as you continue riding him, almost at both of you guys' limits, as you feel his dick twitch inside of you, indicating he was about to come.

“My bunny, are you close?” Lee just nodded as you bounced harder until, finally, you both came. You leaned into Lee Know’s sweating body with your body, breathing heavily.

This shit was ass, my bad y'all 💀🙏🏽 I fr was having writers block and I cannot write smut for the sake of my life.

[multi-stays]

Minsung Headcanon

~A Good Suck Before We Fuck~

Paring: Top!Han X Bottom!FTMLeeKnow

Genre: Smut / 18+ MDNI

When looking at them together, you'd think Han would be submissive during sex or just play in general but actually it's Lee Know.

Lee know loves being bottom especially if he's a whiney mess at the end.

It typically starts when Han sees Lee Know lying peacefully in bed. Whether he's watching TV or reading a book it doesn't matter cause he’ll take his attention away.

When he flops down beside him on the bed Lee Know instantly puts down whatever he's doing like a light switch.

Han’s favorite place to be is attached to one of Lee Know’s breasts. Lee Know has always felt comfortable showing his body to Han like it was an unspoken rule.

Lee Know’s favorite thing is having his tits toyed with till he's whining and begging for him to go lower. Whilst he despised them being so big he loved watching Han’s eyes light up when he has seen them.

Han is always super careful when he takes Lee Know’s bra/binder off so he doesn't hurt him for any reason and makes sure the temperature in the room isn't too cold so his nipples don't go hard, making Lee Know uncomfortable.

When he's in, he's in—diving between his tits to lick and suck the thick sweaty skin there. Only after Lee Know’s entirely covered in his wet kisses will he move to another section.

The veins that run along Lee Know’s boobs and end at his nipples make Han go wild. It shows him just how thin and delicate the skin there is.

With each kiss, Lee Know is bucking his hips into Han trying to get friction to his pulsing cunt.

The strength that Han finds when pushing him down by his thigh into the bed always surprises Lee Know and makes him want to try harder.

Lee Know’s small pats to Han’s head comforts both of them during the whole ordeal.

For Han, it's reassuring. Even though he's fully in control and loves it, his lover patting his head and telling him, “You're a good boy,” boosts his ego immensely.

For Lee Know, playing with Han’s soft hair is a way to give his hands a job. Squirming underneath him with nowhere to put his hands feels awkward and seeming he likes playing with Han’s hair when he's not sucking his nipple it only feels natural.

The simple pats and his finger running through Han’s silky hair turn into small pushes without Lee Know even realizing it.

His cunt pulses and leaks the clearest slick making his puss a glazed mess.

By the time Han does reach his sex there's a pool beneath him and a dark wet spot on his underwear. Dark blue quickly became one of Han’s favorite colors.

When Han tells Lee Know he's handsome or that his body is perfect, letting the praise easily fall out of his mouth as he comes up for air (merely centimeters away from his skin) it makes the sinful act feel so loving.

Even when Han’s lips are sucking on Lee Know’s clit or his tongue is fucking his hole, he always has a hand on his boobs.

He’ll circle his finger covered in his spit or Lee Know’s cum around his tender bud as an extra way of getting him to orgasm.

Han and Lee Know have had sex so many times, that they were forced to get a dorm together to not bother any of the other members.

With easy access, Han became familiarized with Lee Know’s body and knew what he wanted when he wanted it/how to make him feel comfortable being naked.

During the highest point in Lee Know’s orgasm, Han’s face is so buried between his legs, and his tongue so deep within that he physically can not breathe.

To Han feeling his hot pulsing skin against his nose, lips, and tongue is so addicting. Especially if more cum cums out as he finishes.

After Lee Know orgasms, Han always kisses him slowly with his face covered in Lee Know juice. Han would prefer to clean himself up before doing so but Lee Know won't wait and drags him by the collar of his loose t-shirt if denied.