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sanakimohara · 1 month ago

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I saw the ddlg for channie and Hyunjin……was wondering if you could do one for Binnie and Lee Know 🥺 my bias and bias wrecker.

[ DDLG ] S. C. + L. M.

pairings: changbin + minho x fem! reader

summary: DDLG (Daddy Dom / Little) Dynamic things.

playlist:

warnings: MDNI + SMUT + DDLG + DADDY KINK

type: semi-plot / headcannons

a/n: I’m actaully so tired rn but I couldn’t go another day without fulfilling this request! Hope you like it, love!

Dom Changbin loves to watch you talk -about anything. You could talk his ear off all day, and he’d nod while randomly planting kisses on your lips and cheek to see you pout and try to swat him away. “Daddy, please…listen to me…it’s important!” You whine and gently slap his shoulders to make your point, and he’ll raise his hands in defeat. “Alright, baby. I’ll stop. Go on…keep talking to me..” Changbin smiles, eyes slowly lowering from your brightened ones to trail your body as he relaxes with you, still happily bouncing his lap, rambling about whatever’s on your mind! He’s halfway listening, nodding, and humming when you spout rhetorical questions, but he’s watching your lips and nothing else. How soft they are. Counting how many times you unconsciously lick them while talking. Imagining how warm they'll feel wrapped around his cock only a few moments after you run out of things to tell him. Sure, he's listening to you, but that doesn't mean he can't get hard to the sound of your voice and the thought of eventually shutting you up…

Dom Changbin handles you like his own personal doll. He picks you up just for the fun of it, always ready for cuddling to have complete and undisputed access to grope you, whether it's running a hand through your hair when you’re nestled between his legs, playing on his phone or kneading your hips while you lay beside him. You feel his hands on you quite often, a mindless reach under your skirts, a swift but steady knead of your breasts in both his hands when no one’s looking. Changbin adores the feel of you, how you melt into him and cling to him like he’s your favorite teddy bear…it fuels his sense of strength and mild ego. Want to lay on top of him? Go for it. Want him to pick you up or husk you over his shoulder? Just ask. Changbin will do it with a knowing smile, proud that you trust so much and aren't afraid to suffer a little taunting in the process. “Sweet thing…can’t even handle yourself when I’m not around, can you?..” You shake your head. ‘No,’ face a light red, feeling his hands massageyour waist and backside as he carries you down the hall to his room. Your legs lock tighter around his waist, urging a grunt from him as the bulge in his sweats presses flush against your cotton-covered pelvis.

Dom Changbin isn’t particularly into leaving noticeable marks on you. He sees no point in making your life harder by leaving hickeys on your neck that'll be covered with makeup later. Instead, you are reminded of his hold on you with slow, deliberate, and sometimes sloppy kisses when no one is looking. “Come here,” Changbin mutters when you pass by him, bringing you around a corner and backing you into a wall so you have no way out. “Thought I told you to come see me first,” his eyes searched your face, warm but narrowed as you mumbled out an excuse. “I know, but …I was in a rush.” You momentarily look away, affirming you are alone with him before saying anything else. “I have to go-“‘you start, shifting to slip away from him but abruptly pressed back into the wall by his broad chest and heavy kiss to your parted lips. Changbin is careful with you, swallowing every little noise you let out as your mouth submits to his. Your tongue falls into a pace to mirror his own, lazily lapping at the wet muscle as it searches past your lips. He smiles the minute you start to drool, your hands scrambling to cup his face as you try to hold still against him. The messier you get, the more he kisses you, hands seizing your hips, lowering to shamelessly cup handfuls of your ass before he lands one solid slap against it as a warning. “Binnie!” You groan quietly, squirming in his hold, mind numb from the suffocating kisses and his relentless touches. Changbin exhales a laugh, lips damp with your shared spit as he trails them across your skin to stop at your ear. “When I tell you to do something, do it, baby.” “M-mhm…” You nod ina stupor, still trying to catch your breath while savoring his taste on your tongue.

Dom Changbin loves it when you leave your lipstick prints on him -especially on his biceps, chest, and face. Paint him like a canvas in every shade of lip tint you have, and he’ll happily let you do it. “One more, right…there....” Changbin breathes out between soft groans, head lulling back as you press another kiss to his thick shaft. You smile, hearing him falling apart, happy to be making him feel so good just by placing little lipstick prints from his face down to the base of his cock. “Feel good, Daddy?..” you mutter, eyes bright and wandering over him as he nods slowly, “Feels better than good…babydoll.” He grunts, jaw tight, and an arm raised to cover his flushed face as you giggle and dive back in to press your plump lips on every sensitive nerve he has. Changbin would walk around with your pretty lipstick prints all over him if he could. Once, he did forget to wipe away a mark you left on his neck, and while he was working out, Chan happened to spot it with a knowing smirk on his face. “She does that to you often, Bin?” He tips his head to the evident lipstick smudge, and Changbin smiles, making no move to wipe it off as he sets up for another set of deadlifts, “More often than you think..”

Dom Changbin doesn’t entirely realize how thick he is. You find it a little more than cute that he gets so caught up in wanting to be inside you he forgets to ease his cock in or risk startling you. No matter how often you remind him to “be a little gentle..” Changbin lets those words fly over his head when your cunt is glistening and creaming right in front of him. You try your very best to slow him down, making an effort to pace him and help you adjust to the girth of his shaft as your cunt strains to take all of him at once, “B-Bin..nie!…Hah! Mngh…ah slo-“ you tumble over words, nails digging hard into his shoulders, legs shaking as he presses them closer to your chest with his weight. “Fu…fuck please baby…take a little more for me,” he moans above you, gaze floating between your blissful expressions and the sight of your wet folds parting to accommodate the last few inches of his cock before he fully settles into your pulsing core. A familiar slick sound of him bottoming out in you fills the room, numbing your senses from the pleasure that follows and bringing a dazed smile to your face, “Always s’rough..” you whine playfully, not meaning a word you say, getting lost in the steady strokes his cock engraves into you. Changbin stares down at you, forehead pressed to yours, voice muffling your rising moans while he fucks you into complacency, “You know I can't help it…not my fault you're always so tight for me too…”

Dom Minho takes care of you in the most minor ways. Ordering your food when you go out because, let’s face it, he knows you’ll be indecisive and need him to do it for you anyway. There are moments when he watches over you, checking your surroundings to ensure you’re alright, and quickly moves you closer to him if that changes. He’s particularly fond of setting rules he knows you’ll break without thinking. Minho is keenly aware you curse when overwhelmed, startled, or generally immersed in frustration, so he gives you a boundary bound to be broken. “What was that, baby?” He speaks to you from the hallway, catching you off guard from his oncoming presence. Now, it wasn’t your fault that your charger had gone missing for the second time that day, but you were guilty of hissing out “fuck my life” while searching the living room for it. Little did you know Minho had it, not needing it but accomplishing his goal of annoying you to a point. Your face paled as you turned to face him, glad to be halfway across the room in the midst of being caught red-handed. Minho eyed you from his spot, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He heard you. That much was evident, and though you wanted to act as if he hadn’t, his direct stare weakened your tongue. “What’d I tell you about swearing?..” Minho rests his head against the wall, counting the seconds it takes for your face to flush and your head to lower. Five. Only five seconds into being caught, and you’re cowering from him. Minho loves it, hiding his smile as he pushes off the wall, crossing the room in three strides before reaching out to get a hold of you. An immediate apology flies past your lips, feeling his hands trail over the sides of your hips and waist. “It was an accident!” You whine and try to step away but have no room to when he shoves you to sit on the couch with a solid push against your hips. “Accidentally or not, sweetheart…You broke a rule.” His face is stoic, but his pleasure in cornering you is evident, and you swallow hard in response. “But I-“ you start, but he cuts you short in a heartbeat, “Turn around. On your hands and knees…then I'll hear what you have to say..” You know the last part of his statement is a lie, doing as he asks and bracing yourself to have a pattern of his handprints left across your ass. “This is for your own good…” he sighs, lips curled into a smirk as you tremble from the warmth of his right hand smoothing over your backside before it is replaced with a sudden surge of stinging pain a second later. Breaking a few of his rules isn't always your intention, but god, don't you love it when he enforces them like this!

Dom Minho will edge you to the brink of near insanity, holding you still against him in a leisurely chokehold, daring you to close your legs while they shake from the ecstasy you feel as his free hand gently caresses your cunt. You can beg him all you want to, throw a fit, and struggle to try and get more friction, but Minho is never willing to compromise when it comes to toying with you. “Moremoremore give me more please..!” You ramble quietly in desperation, eyes shut tight, and breaths coming quicker, but his touch remains idle and controlled. “Why should I do that,” Minho hums, purposefully pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen and wet clit hidden by the thin fabric. You groan loudly, jolting as he draws tight circles around the bundle of nerves for a second or so before he stops and cups his whole hand over your entrance. You can’t think straight with him teasing you, lace panties soaked past usefulness when he’d barely begun to touch you, and head emptying of any thought besides convincing him you deserved to cum. Minho is incredibly vain about his ability to make you beg, wanting to see you tear up for the simple pleasure of feeling his fingers sink into your cunt, and you’ll cry for him every time because it’s worth every moment of weakness to have him stuff your cunt full.

Dom Minho sleeps/spoons with you often. He’s particularly fond of having you curled up against him. Your back to his chest and your hands wrapped around the arm he tucks underneath your head. Minho is delicate when he cuddles you, peppering kisses along your ear, against your temple, and on your lips before he pecks your nose. “Daddy…that’s enough,” you whine tiredly, blushing when he smiles, his eyes fixed on you while his fingers gently run through the hair at the crown of your head. “It’s never enough for me…” he whispers, slipping his free hand past your hip to nestle underneath the hem of your shirt and lightly trace the warm skin there. You shiver and press back into his body, mewling quietly as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as if he hadn’t just showered with you. “My pretty girl…” he mumbled in a daze, reveling in the soft hum of agreement you let out in response.

Dom Minho likes to test his limits from time to time. He’ll make out with you for as long as he can until feeling your lips against his just won’t do anymore. Past the point of patience and satisfied with the amount of time he's spent exploring your mouth with his tongue, Minho pushes your head straight down to his crotch when he can't take it anymore. Making you leave sloppy kisses and tender kicks wherever you please but refusing to let you fully taste him right away. “There you go, baby…. just like….that…mmm…” he groans and buffs with every pass of your lips, and you soak up his praise like a greedy sponge. Seeing Minho so flustered from simply smothering you with kisses is one thing. Still, the abundance of serotonin you get watching his expressions shift from pregnant to pure satisfaction when your bent over, face down in his crotch, and given no choice but to let him grind his clothed cock against your eager mouth is another thing. Minho won’t stop until you’re whining to feel him shoving his throbbing cock past your drooly lips, pouting when he hesitates to give in, biting his lip at the sight of your salvia coating the fabric of his pants. “C’mon, Daddy, just for a little bit…” you beg, planting a ginger kiss on the noticeable rise in his jeans, kitten licking the tip of his cock when it twitches from the subtle feeling. That’s all it takes for Minho not to stop you from lowering the zipper with your teeth after he gives you a curt nod of approval.

a/n: had an idea for best friends dad perv Chan but idk how yall would feel about that….