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if u have some video recs from where i can gif, please tell me!! i have been so out of loop, idk what content dropped
sure thing!!! lmk what the last thing you were caught up on, and i'll put together a small list of things you can gif/watch! i'm falling very fast into multi hell (help) so i need to make sure i keep my contents in order ^^;
#asks#lee đ#i'm sending you all my love btw i hope you're well beloved (^^) / âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
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Little Sass Factory
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: canon typical language, Logan being ruthless and Wade being a teasy asshole
A/N: LETS GOOO DEADPOOL AND WOLVIE FICâŒïžâŒïž Iâve been wanting to write for these guys ever since I saw the movie yâall have no idea I am so obsessed with them right now đ AND A PLUS BEING THIS DOESNT NECESSARILY SPOIL THE MOVIE SOOOO YALL CAN READ IT đđ»đđ»
I really hope yâall like this bc I cannot stop thinking about them and yapping about them to my buddies đđđ» Like as much as Iâd love to wreck these two, I cannot stop thinking about them as a ler duo so have this :]
OKAY HAVE FUN READING YALL đ«â€ïž
Tag List: @prairleedog (THANKS FOR THE TITLE INSPO POOKALOOKS đđ»â€ïž) @kittenwhiskers @cherry-bomb-blush
âYâknow what? Iâm actually real excited for this! Moony has been wanting to write a thing with us for a while now! Good on her for pushing through the writers block, that shit sucks ass.â
ââŠWhat the hell are you talking about?! Weâre looking for the kid, remember!?â
And that they were. Theyâd been scouring the apartment for like⊠six minutes now trying to find you. But somehow, youâd been able to consistently switch hiding spots without them noticing.
How? They had no clue. The pair wouldnât have been surprised discovering you were also some kind of mutant but with advanced sneakiness, if that was even a thing.
Wade was actually having a bit of fun with this, whereas Logan⊠he was getting pretty pissed. More so than usual.
âKid, I swear to god, if you donât show yourself in ten goddamn seconds, I WILL start tearing this fucking place down!â
Logan crouched, his claws instantly coming out, making Wade panic.
âWoaaah, woah, woah, woah! Easy, Peanut, weâre trying to find âem! Not kill them, which may sound a little rich coming from me-â
âIâm pretty sure Iâm allowed to be angry. The kid decided to pull that shit on us and then split. And now we canât find âem.â The older man growled, his claws retracting back into his hands.
âAnd this is the moment we start working together!â Wade announced, an arm slung around Loganâs shoulder that most likely wouldâve been sliced if he hadnât allowed the latter to shrug it off in annoyance.
However, Logan swiftly turned at the sound of a noise nearby, his eyebrow raising as he went to check it out, leaving Wade to keep rambling about nonsense he didnât understand.
âGod, whereâs Peter Parker when you need him?? Actually, I donât think Iâd mind a lil bit of Miguel OâharaâŠâ Wade let out a long whistle.
ââŠAh wait, he doesnât have that Spidey-Tingle , fUCK-!â
The merc suddenly yelped as he was grabbed by his collar, being yanked towards where Logan was moving.
Meanwhile, you were curled up, both hands over your mouth as you tried to shut yourself up, anxious titters threatening to give yourself away.
You mentally berated that stupid floorboard that just had to creak at the slightest bit of goddamn pressure.
âOhhh, Y/NNNNN! Come on out now, weâre not gonna hurt ya!â
The sound of the mercâs goofy teasing made you snicker even more, but when you heard how close Loganâs voice was to the closet, you froze.
âWhy the hell do you have to talk like that?â
âWhaaat? It turns up the fun knob a little bit! And I know they can hear meeeee!â Wade crooned in that same sing-song tone, followed by an unamused huff from Logan.
âWeâre gonna getcha, weâre gonna getchaaaa!â
God, could they just get out the room?? You had to throw them off again and fast. During your panicked inner monologue, you were soon met with⊠silence.
You relaxed, knowing you mustâve had an opportunity.
âŠAt least you did until you realised something. When the hell is it ever quiet when those two are together?
Then, you heard a hushed voice coming from outside the closet door.
âLadies and gents, this is the moment youâve waited forâŠâ
âŠOh, fuck.
Without warning, the closet doors were swung open by Wade, and the merc jokingly vocalised (very off-key too) while throwing his arms up with a flourish.
âWOOOAAAAAH!â
As you yelped in fear and dashed out the closet, Wade laughed and made a glance towards⊠well, air.
âIf ya know, ya know!â
You quickly slipped past Wade, also laughing as you ran out the door to the room youâd been hiding in.
âYohouâll never take me al- ACK-!â
You yelped again as two strong arms wrapped around your torso, hoisting you up and off the floor.
âŠShit.
âAnd just where do you think youâre goin, bub?â
âWait, wahahait! Logan, hohold on-â
âNo no no no no, Iâm not waiting for anything.â Logan interrupted, carrying you back into the bedroom. âNot after you pulled that shit.â
âOh, whahat? A little bit of water?â
âI wouldnât say the rubber band on the sink trick counts as a little bit of water, Y/N.â Wade snickered, crossing his arms and smiling proudly at the fact youâd been caught.
âCome ohon, it wasnât that bahAD-!â You yelped again as you were tossed onto the bed, still giggling. âWhahatâs the matter? Couldnât shake the water off, kitty cat?â
The older hero scowled threateningly at you, ignoring Wade who sniggered at the joking insult.
âWhat?â
âYou heheard me!â
Just as Logan was about to full on lunge towards you, Wade grabbed him.
âHey, hey! Easy now, boy.â The merc spoke like he was talking to a feral dog, making Logan glare at him and growl.
âGod, what now?â
âWe gotta approach slowly! It builds up anticipationâŠâ As Wade spoke, he began slowly approaching, carefully clambering onto the bed. âAnd proves to this little prankster how royally fucked they are!â
And it was working. Your giggles soon turned nervous, and you curled up, attempting to shy away from Wade (but not actually putting a lot of effort into getting away, much to Loganâs surprise and Wadeâs amusement).
âAnd theeeen Iâm juuust gonnaaaaaaâŠâ
Suddenly, the mercâs arms swiftly looped under your own, lifting and leaving your, well, everything pretty much exposed and unable to be protected.
âGo on, boy! Gettem! Gettem, boy!â
Loganâs fury was way too fuelled by Wadeâs stupid comments to even allow you to get a word in edgeways, instantly lunging forwards before digging and vibrating his claw-shaped hands right into your ribs.
âOhoH SHIHIHIT-! L-Logan, gehet OHOHOFF-!â A squeal left your mouth as you burst into frantic giggles and tried to kick, only for the older man to firmly shove right back at your legs, rendering you unable to fight back.
âGod, will you just- quit the kicking?â Logan growled, a surprising air of playfulness behind it as he shot his hands right down to your thighs, firmly kneading there.
Despite already squealing your ass off, you couldnât help but make a quip.
âMahahaking biscuits reheally isnât gonna hehehelp you beat the kitty allegahations, buhud-!â
Another low grumble filled the room, before Logan turned his head to Wade.
âShut the kid up.â
âRoger that!â
Wade did a dumb salute before unhooking his arms from under yours to wiggle his fingers right into your armpits.
âGetchagetchagetcha!â
âAAAAHHHHHAHA DAMMIHIHIT-!â You practically shrieked, your giggles instantly shifting into full blown laughter as you pinned your elbows to your ribs, trying to squirm away but failing thanks to that iron grip Logan had on your legs.
âOoh! I think I got a killer spot here, Logan!â
âHmph, thatâs nothin. Watch this.â
Logan earned another screech by mercilessly drilling his thumbs into your hips, making you buck instinctively and cackle uncontrollably.
âNuh-uh! Armpits are the killer!â Wade protested, the merc speeding up his tickles on your underarms.
âFat chance! Theyâre like a banshee when you get âem here!â
You wanted to protest, but all you could focus on were those hands attacking your weak spots.
Eventually, you felt them thankfully let up.
âŠFor now, anyway.
âNow, Y/N. There is a way we can squash this beef, yâknow.â
Logan sighed at Wadeâs words, never understanding this ridiculous slang he dropped into conversation like it was nothing.
âMaybe a simple phrase such as⊠âIâm sorry?ââ
âI can do one better.â Logan interrupted. âHow about âIâm sorry I was a jabbering little sass factory who had the audacity to pull a dumb fuckin prank on people who didnât do jack?ââ
While catching your breath, you sealed what was basically your death wish.
âOh, yeheah, Captain Caveman? Wheheres your helicopter cluhub, you gonna hit mehe with it?â
Logan fell silent again⊠while Wade couldnât help but let out a wheeze at the quip.
âOhoh, my god! Babyâs first character comparison joke, Iâve taught you so well..!â Wade sniffed dramatically, wiping a fake tear of proudness from the corner of his eye.
However, he froze once he heard you mutter something else.
âThahatâs right, Mr Clehean-â
A strong gasp of offence left the merc as he placed a hand on his chest, while Logan gave him a smug look at not being the only one who was insulted.
âI beg your finest fucking pardon?! You think thatâs any way to talk to Marvel Jesus and his very hairy disciple here!?â
Logan gave Wade another unamused glare.
âYâknow what?â
Wade then swiftly grabbed you again.
âGive âem the whiskers, Peanut!â
âTheyâre not whiskers, theyâre muttonchops, you dumb fuck.â
âSame thing! Or shall I pull the move and do a much better job as always?â
The older man snarled, lowering his head down.
âIâll show you who does it better, assholeâŠâ
âOkay, wait, wahait-! W-What mohove is thiHIHIS-?!â
You cut yourself off with yet another shriek as Logan suddenly blew a giant raspberry right against your stomach, the added sensations that his facial hair provided making you near silent laughter.
It was clear that Logan was basically taking out all his pent up annoyance at Wade on you, and good god it tickled super bad.
And Wade? He was being no help either, as usual.
âAwww, wook at the giggwy wittle baby! Are the Badger Berries making their tummy all tickly? And are they having the time of their life? Yes, they are! Yes, they aaare!â
âŠAsshole. (Even if he was right.)
You did pride yourself on lasting about five raspberries (Wade could only ever really handle two), but you eventually had to tap your hand against one of Wadeâs arms that were still hooked under yours.
âOkahay, Logan. Give em a rest.â
Despite his annoyed hesitance, Logan leant back up, allowing you to get your breath back in shaky pants.
âGeheez⊠you twoho are juhuhust..!â
âWeâre waiting, kid.â
The older man interrupted, giving you a playful but threatening look.
âFihine⊠I-Iâm sohorry..!â You sighed, your face red as anything as you blinked away little tears that had pricked in the corners of your eyes.
âThere we go! That wasnât so hard now, was it?â Wade teased, resting his chin on your shoulder, in which you just rolled your eyes.
âAnyway, we better get ready for round two, huh?â
âŠUh oh.
âWHAT?! B-Buhut I apologised!â
Wade did a pretend âapologetic assholeâ wince.
âYeah⊠but this attack was more only to get you to apologise. This one is to actually teach you a lesson!â
âBut thahatâs bullshit-!â
âWell, itâs a good thing we donât give a fuck.â
Logan shared a look of pure mischief with Wade.
âLetâs gettem.â
And just like that, you were screaming and laughing the apartment down once more, as Logan nuzzled his furry face right into your belly again, pretending to eat it and growling playfully while Wade wrapped his arms around you and blew a raspberry right into the crook of your neck.
Yeah⊠you were gonna be here for a while.
#deadpool and wolverine tickles#ler!deadpool#ler!wadewilson#ler!wolverine#ler!loganhowlett#lee!reader#sfw tickling community#my writing đâïž#THRGEGAHAHA ENJOY YOU GUYS
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seoyeon @ waterbomb fukuoka (240713)
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#fromisnet#femaleidolsedit#femaleidol#fromis_9#seoyeon#lee seoyeon#fromis 9#fromis9#t: gif#g: performance#g: fancam#g: mine#flashing tw#đ#ninqztual#userdahyun#forvy#useroro#useranusia#heyteo#danablr#awekslook#leksietag#these arent good but i made these in a haze of lesbianism. u will have to forgive me
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itâs 12am, i have work at 9 but i literally cannot stop thinking about leeknow showering together fluff like itâs invading my thoughts rn
heâd be so sweet and gentle outside of bed (plenty of teasing as always) im just obsessed with the thought
-đ <3
i need a little sweetness on my page rn so hereâs some food for thought :)
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minhoâs so gentle natured already, and also very touchy. showering together is a must! at least three times a week! itâs minho-law, strictly enforced or face the consequences (heâd only kiss ur forehead instead of ur lips for two days straight).
he likes to close the toilet lid and sit on it to watch while you undress so he can make you all flusteredâ we all know he has a staring problem, especially with his beloved. he wonât go out of his way to tease you during these softer times, but if the moment happens to present itself, heâs not gonna shy away. say you forget to grab another towel so you have to share one between the both of you. minho will use it on himself first while you stand there like a soggy lil puppy until heâs done, only then does he hand it to you and runs to get a fresh, clean one to wrap around your shoulders.
but if there isnât one of those moments (rare), he likes to do everything for you. washing your hair, soaping your body, even helping you shave if you wanted. tbh itâs all an excuse to keep a hand on you at all times cus heâs touchy like that, and his love language is acts of service with a hint of physical skinship. i think heâd be the type to get in the shower with you even if heâd already taken one just to be near you, and encourages you to tell him about your day while youâre stuck in there with him. âyou canât leave, or else youâll be dirty. so either you can be stinky in bed or you can let me listen to you talk. choose wisely.â
on days he especially misses you, heâll even dry your hair and help you apply lotion. his favorite part is skin care, sitting you on the nearest high surface to be eye level or taller than him and he can apply all your products with such a delicate touch. for lip balm, he puts it on himself, then leans in to kiss you. âwhatâs yours is mine, whatâs mine is yours. that includes lip balm.â
#this was too cute i made myself cry writing it#đanon#nonnie u got me good#stray kids#stray kids fluff#stray kids lee know#skz#skz fluff#skz lee know#lee know fluff#lee know fic#lee know imagines#lee minho#lee minho fluff#lee know x yn#lee know x reader#lee know x you#stray kids headcannon#skz headcanons#skz imagines#stray kids imagines
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IBDIJEUIDJBEYAI
I JUST HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT!!
Kitten surprising Min with her old school uniform and a lil role play. His mind is racing from the skirt and the memories and he can like touch her how he always imagined her
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you're so absolutely right, kiwi. this was a humongous brain moment.
i've had this ask in my inbox since mid-august bc i just had to write something I HAD TO since it stirred something within me. thankfully, i recently figured out how i wanted to go about this, and finally got to writing itđ
Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you probably donât really need to read any of the other instalments to understand this one, although it's highly recommended!). | Word Count: ~3k | Themes & Warnings: Supernatural/Fantasy AU · Smut · Fluff · Established Relationship · role-playing as high schoolers (disclaimer: theyâre both consenting adults fulfilling fantasies of their past, neither are genuinely attracted to minors in any way) · nipple play · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is on birth control] · a smidge of a breeding kink · cumshot · barely proof-read as it usually is with these âdrabblesâ...
minors do not interact.
âMinâMinhoâŠâ
Oh, how sweet you sounded when you said his name like that⊠It was just how heâd dreamt itâd be. Heâd heard you before, of course. But not in this situation, in this particular settingâŠ
âMy dad could be home anytime nowâOh, shitâŠâ Your words got caught in your throat the second he bit one of your nipples. How could he not, when you were on his lap, with your uniform shirt open, and your bra just down enough for him to play with your chest.
âShh, itâll be fine, kittenâ, Minho mumbled against the swell of your breast, leaving a love bite that he hoped would be visible when you wore one of your low tops. âIf he were to come home, you know he doesnât bother us when weâre doing our homeworkâŠâ
You whined as soon as his mouth reattached to your nipple, as he gently rolled the other between his thumb and index finger⊠Your hands buried in his hair, keeping him close while you rolled your hips to find some friction against his crotch. The pressure had his mouth salivating further, borderline drooling all over your nipple like the dog heâd recently become.
Or, at least, in this fantasy, he had probably been turned a few years priorâŠ
When you and Minho had come to your fatherâs house today to help him clean up some of your old stuff from your childhood room, Minho certainly hadnât expected for the afternoon to take him right here. To him sitting on the edge of your bed, dressed in his school uniform, with you sitting on his lap, and dressed in your school uniform.
It had been such an impromptu thing⊠You found the pieces of clothing at the bottom of your dresser, forgotten from the last time you wore them in your final year. Back then, you always kept a spare change of Minhoâs uniform for those nights when he unexpectedly stayed over.
âOhhhh, you should put it on. I used to love how the uniform looked on youâ, youâd told him as you handed him the dress shirt with the schoolâs logo on it, and the white vest top he used to wear under it.
âAlright, but only if you put on yours. The whole thing. I also loved how you looked in that uniformâ, heâd told you immediately, because it was the truth. That plaid skirt and the white button-up used to make stellar appearances in his teenage-hormones-driven wet dreams.Â
He used to feel embarrassed about it. You were his best friend in this world, and the fact that he found himself daydreaming of how itâd look like if he took a peek under your skirt, or how itâd feel if he buried his face in your cleavage, certainly made him feel guilty.
Now, as an adult well into his twenties, after you both shared your affections, he no longer felt as guilty about it. Especially after learning that you yourself had those thoughts about him back then, too.
When you put on that uniform shy of fifteen minutes ago, Minho was reminded of all those thoughts he used to have, of all the sleepless nights and hidden chubs at school⊠It hit him then that maybe this was exactly why he loved seeing you in skirts so much in present day. A result of his teenage-selfâs never fulfilled desires.
Sure, he couldnât button his shirt since his shoulders and arms had broadened with age, and your skirt was certainly much shorter than it used to be, but that didnât stop either of you from falling into your roles.
âMmm⊠Itâs almost like we have just come back from school and are getting ready to get some work doneâ, you chuckled as you looked at yourself in the mirror and adjusted your thigh high socks.
That sentence alone lit up the bulb in his head, it sparked a naughty little idea that he knew youâd either entertain or laugh about. Either result was fine by him, so he had no qualms when he walked behind you, and looked at you through the mirror.
Calling your name as he placed his hands on your waist, Minho had asked you to turn around to face him. âThereâs⊠thereâs something Iâve been meaning to tell you for so long⊠Please donât be madâŠâ
Minho feigned nervousness, like he was once again that boy that had seemingly unrequited feelings for his best friend.
âI really, really like you⊠Canât stop thinking about you. Howâd it be like to kiss you, to feel you close in ways other than platonic. Youâre my best friend, and I cherish that deeply, but I just⊠I like you so muchâ, funny thing, how those were pretty much the same words heâd wanted to say to you back then. Words he had practised in front of the mirror a few times, but he was always too much of a coward to actually tell you.
You looked at him in what Minho figured was feigned shock. Oh, how he loved you⊠You just knew him so well, and knew exactly what he was doing without saying a single word. âI⊠I like you, too. Have liked you for so long, MinhoâŠâ
Minho had cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He kissed you as if heâd never done it before, desperately, hungrily, no time for being tender and soft when all heâd wanted was to devour you whole. And you had retaliated, of course. Youâd pulled him close by the collar of his shirt and pressed your chest to his, kissing him with fervour.
âEven if Iâm⊠If Iâm nowâŠâ A beast, was what he wanted to say as he spoke between kisses. Minho had maybe fallen a little too well into this role of his younger self. He could still remember how insecure he used to be about his condition, how he looked down on himself after being infected with this goddamn lycanthropy⊠Those were feelings that no longer existed within him, he had now long since accepted this was part of him. If anything, with time, heâd embraced it.Â
âIâd like you even if⊠Even if you were a wormâ, you replied simply, making him giggle, which in turn made you giggle.
Minho scooped you into his arms after that, and he walked the remaining steps to your childhood bed so he could sit on it with you on his lap. In no time, he was groping you over your shirt, under your skirt, and you had started to beg for him to touch you more.
His instincts were stunted, you knew that, he knew that, but that didnât mean he didnât have this animal side to him. Sometimes, especially when he was horny, that animalistic side of him took over his logical mind, and, back when he was a teen, he could recall having a harder time with certain feelings and emotions like these. So, he let them cloud his reason a bit as he fulfilled this little fantasy of hisâŠ
Minho ripped your shirt open, the buttons flew all over your room, and you gasped when he buried his head between your breasts. The thing was also a bit too tight on you, so he was sure you wouldnât miss the garment if it got ripped a bit in the process.
You scrambled to take a hold of his hands, bringing them to your chest so he could fondle you over your bra, once again begging him to touch you. To âPlease, please, Minho, touch me. I need it. I need youâŠâ
And he was sure his cock was about to pop out of his jeans with how hard it got at your desperation.
So here you were, grinding into each other, on your childhood bed while Minho feasted on your tits.
âFuck, that feels so good, baby. Harder. Do it harderâŠâÂ
How could he deny you when you sounded so needy? When heâd wanted to do this for so long?Â
He bit harder, pinched harder, pulling strangled sounds of pleasure out of your lips. The more attention he gave to your chest, the more you rolled your hips against him, effectively pulling sounds of pleasure out of his lips.
His senses were flooded by you. The smell of your arousal on your lavender scent, your weight of him, the taste of your skin on his tongue, all combined had him almost delirious, especially when his free hand found its way under that godforsaken skirt of yours to tightly grope one of your buttocks.
âBaby, I think Iâm⊠I mightâŠâ
Fuck, if you came just from him playing with your chest and you grinding your cunt on the tent in his jeans, he wasnât sure if heâd be able to contain himself. Although, he supposed coming in his underwear wouldâve been a very accurate representation of what wouldâve happened if his teenage self had ever had the opportunity to have you on him like thisâŠ
Minho couldnât help but groan when you tightened your grip on his hair, when you started to roll your hips faster, harder⊠God, all he wanted right now was for the girl of his dreams to come, he needed to feel you trembling in his hold, to drown in your scent so he could convince himself this was happening.
Seeing you come, holding you tight while you did, was just absolutely delightful. You bit on your fist to keep your moans contained, while your whole body shook with your release.
Minho had to make the conscious effort not to blow right then and there. He was sure that if this had happened back when you were still that young, he wouldâve certainly done so. He imagined that this wouldâve probably been your first sexual experience together, that youâd laugh about how he soiled his underwear and how needy youâd been, before you laid down and cuddled for a bitâŠ
Maybe you wouldâve had sex a different time, on a different day where you were sure your dad wouldnât come back home⊠But this wasnât about being fully realistic, this was about having fun while fulfilling a shared fantasy.
âFuck, Minho, baby, stop⊠Iâm soreâŠâ
Minho finally pulled himself away from your chest, mumbling a very unconvincing âSorryâ before he attached his lips to the pulse point on your neck, relishing how fast your blood was pumping in your veins.
âYouâre so fucking hot, my kitten. Iâve been dreaming of this moment, yâknow?â He mumbled in your ear, taking one of your breasts in his hand to fondle the flesh, with special care to not stimulate your nipple too much.
âMe too, babyâŠâ You were still trembling occasionally within his arms, taking deep breaths to get your racing heart to slow down inside your chest. âIâve wanted this so bad⊠Even⊠Even touched myself thinking about itâ.
âMmm, fuckâŠâ Minho started sucking love bites on your neck, following this faint need in his gut to leave his mark on you. âHave you?â
âI have⊠Sometimes, I did it while we slept in the same roomâ.
Minho wasnât sure if this was you playing your fantasy, or if this was a real thing that happened, but, being honest, it didnât matter. It made his mind disconnect completely as soon as the words came out of your mouth regardless.
Before he could even register it himself, he had stood up and thrown you on the bed, eliciting a shaky, surprised gasp from your lips. In a second, he was on you, kissing you hard, messily, even desperately. Your limbs wrapped around him, your arms around his neck, and your legs around his middle, bringing him further down to lay flush against you in your heated kiss.
He was dizzy, lightheaded, and for a second, he almost believed he was in the past, that he was making out with you on your bed after school, that he was about to lose his virginity to his best friend.
âFuck, I need to put it inâŠâ Minho barely detached his lips from yours while he spoke, just kept messily kissing you between words as he ground his hips to your core. âPlease, please let me put it in⊠Need youâŠâ
âWeâwe need a condom, Minâ, your hands found their way under his top, where they settled to caress his back, making him shiver. âI donât have any hereâ.
âFuck, I donât have any, eitherâ, Minho left your lips to instead attach his own to your collarbones, to nibble on the sensitive skin, making you whine. âIâll pull out. I got quick reflexes, itâll be fine, pleaseâŠâ
He certainly was playing into this horny-teenage-boy thing all too well. Although, he was sure his younger self wouldnât have been this stupid to believe just âpulling outâ would be an effective contraceptive, and surely neither would you. After all, back then, your dad made sure you both knew about being safe, which Minho was grateful for to this day.Â
Regardless, the very real implant you had in your arm made it so he could play like this, so you both could play like this.
âShit, youâll pull out?â Your hands trembled when they found his backside and squeezed him. âYou would, wouldnât you?â
âPromise, kitten. Cross my heartâ.
One of your hands left his bum to move to his crotch, where you cupped and squeezed him and overall felt him over the fabric of his jeans. He couldnât help but buck his hips to let you feel as much as you could of him. âFuck, okay. But Min⊠Iâm not sure this will fitâŠâ
âIt will. Iâm sure it will. It has to. You trust me, no?â
With a deep breath, biting your lip, you nodded. âTrust you with my lifeâ.Â
When Minho pulled himself away from your hold, he just had to tell you how fucking gorgeous you looked with your hair all messy, your tits out, your ripped shirt, and that fucking skirt⊠The hem pooled on your belly, exposing your underwear and the mouth-watering wet-patch on them.
God, he wanted a taste⊠But there wasnât enough time for that right now.
Minho hastily unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his length. You swore under your breath, taking him into your hand and spreading the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip so you could easily stroke him.Â
âBaby, pleaseâŠâ You guided him to your core. With your free hand, you pulled your underwear to the side, and dragged the tip of his cock all over your folds. âNeed it. Need you, MinhoâŠâ
One day youâd be the death of him, he was sure.Â
Under normal circumstances, Minho wouldâve stretched you open with his fingers, he wouldâve made sure you were absolutely ready to take that annoyingly big alpha cock of his. But he figured skipping the step would be a bit more⊠in character.
âOh, fuck, fuckâŠâ Minho pushed himself into your heat slowly, letting your walls adjust to his length with what he hoped wasnât much discomfort. He knew that if there had been any, you wouldâve said the word that would immediately stop everything you were doing. âThatâs so fucking tightâŠâ
You whined, not necessarily in discomfort, but in that way that made him know you were feeling impatient. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you tried to push on his backside to get him to get in already. âPlease, I need it all. Nowâ.
âShitâ!â As soon as Minho bottomed out and had propped himself on his forearms, you took a hold of his hair and pulled him down for a messy kiss.
There was just so much spit. Everything was so sloppy and messy and he was honestly enjoying it way more than he ever thought he would.
âFuck, youâre so hard⊠Canât believe you fitâ, you mumbled breathlessly against his lips, releasing his hair to place your hands on his back.
âDidnât doubtâShit, if you keep clenching like that Iâll come, kitten⊠Didnât doubt Iâd fit right in. Isnât this cunt for me? Hm? Hasnât it always been?â Minho didnât even give you time to respond, he just started to thrust, a borderline animalistic pace that had you biting on his shoulder to muffle your moans.
There was nothing but heavy breaths and desperate groans and whines and moans⊠Nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin and the headboard hitting the wall and your nails sinking on his clothed backâŠ
Minho vaguely realised he was growling with each thrust. Like an animal. He was making all these sounds like the animal he was. And every time he did, your body just immediately reacted. Either by clawing at his back, or biting harder on his shoulder, or clamping hard around his lengthâŠ
It was honestly driving him crazy. It reminded him that, ultimately, you accepted him, that you loved him just as he was. What an odd, but pleasant reflexion to make when you both were fucking, and pretending to be your teenage selves at that.
âItâIt isâ, you meekly mumbled after a while, and Minho, a bit puzzled, pulled himself away from your neck to look you in the eyes. âItâs yours. Has always been. Iâve always beenâ.
Minho swore loudly, throwing his head back once your words registered properly in his hazy mind. Your cunt was his, you were his. Youâve always beenâŠ
That reassurance, coupled with the vice grip of your walls, got him so incredibly closeâŠ
âFuck, kitten, gonna come. Need toâneed to pull outâ, Minho was panting, drunk on the pleasure he was feeling and the fog clouding his reason.
Your legs tightened around his frame, keeping him as close as you could while he kept thrusting into you. âWhat ifâWhat if you donât?â
âOh, God⊠Donât say thatâŠâ
âWhy? What if I want your puppies? Hm?â
He was going to die. Minho was sure he was seeing the gates of heaven open up right in front of him.
âCâcanât. We canâtâŠâ Shaking his head, Minho tried his best to hold back, a titanic effort with how fucking good you were making him feel, with how fucking in love with you he was.
âCanâtâŠ?â There was a pout on your lips, highlighted by your blown pupils, and Minho, once again, shook his head in response.
Minho just desperately shook his head. âKitten, baby, pleaseâŠâ
The hold of your legs relented. Minho immediately straightened himself and pulled out of your warmth to take his cock in one of his hands while the other gripped your hip tightly. One, two pumps and he was groaning deeply, coming all over your underwear, over your mound and your now only partially exposed folds.
The sight was nothing short of exquisite. Your wrinkled, open shirt, your tits still falling out of your bra, with your nipples slightly puffy after all the attention Minho had given them, the skirt hunched at your waist, and your underwear drenched in his cumâŠÂ
Minho felt light, satisfied, and, as he tried to catch his breath, he just took you in.
After a few moments of silenceâsilence, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and the ringing in his earsâa grin made its way to your face, and, a second after, you broke into laughter. It made him laugh, too. Maybe uncontrollably so.
âOh, that was awesomeâ, you chuckled, wiping the tears that had collected in your eyes at your outburst. âSo goodâ.Â
âTotally agreeâ, Minho leaned into you to press a brief kiss on your lips before he left the bed to find a face towel from your dresser to clean up the stupid amounts of cum that had come out of his stupid monster cock off of your body.
ââSuppose it was a good thing that my dad isnât coming until very late today. It wouldâve been seriously awkward to explain what was going on if he found us⊠Well, like thisâ, you started shrugging your shirt off as soon as Minho had finished cleaning you up, and proceeded to work the couple of buttons on your skirt.
âI donât think he wouldâve appreciated the sight, to be honestâ, Minho chuckled, getting out of his shirt and vest top as well to put his t-shirt back on and do his jeans.Â
As soon as you two were dressed properly and in clean clothes, you both laid back down, unbothered by the soiled sheets. Minho simply pulled you into his arms, and pressed a brief kiss on your forehead before he hugged you close.
âKittenâŠâ Minho mumbled against your hair after a while, dragging his hand up and down your back in a gentle caress. âWas that true?â
You absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest, shapes that he couldâve sworn were hearts and stars. âWas what true?â
âYâknow⊠that thing about⊠About you touching yourself while I was in the same roomâŠâ
You pulled yourself away from his hold a bit so you could look him in the eyes. A smile came to your lips, right before you started opening your mouth to speak.
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Can I request a Jaegyeon Na x male!reader who is a romantic, dreamer, handsome and who is James Lee's big brother? Please please
Lover Boy
Male Reader.
Requested.
Request Rules.
Masterlist.
Idk if James Lee fought and took a piece of Jaegyeon like he did with the other Kings.
"Flowers for you my darling~" Jaegyeon was greeted with a bouquet of roses, he looked at the handsome male before he chuckled and took the bouquet. "Aww, thanks a lot [Name]." He said as he pinched [Name] cheek.
"Anything for my sweets~" [Name] said as he kissed Jaegyeon cheek and wrapped his arms around the dyed blonde haired male, he put the bouquet down on the table side as his fingers course through [Name] hair.
Jaegyeon was still in shock that he was able to a get a boyfriend like [Name], who was the exact opposite of his younger brother, the legend, James Lee.
[Name] is more a dreamer and a romanticist, while James Lee life's was full of perfection and fighting.
In all honesty, the other kings would have been rolling after finding out the man he was dating is James Lee older brother. But he didn't care, the man was much more different than his younger brother. It seemed like they weren't even related.
But hey, there are related. And if Jaegyeon wanted to find out James location, it's not like [Name] was willing to tell him. It seemed like he avoided any conversation about his brother at all, and always diverted the conversation to another topic or go full on quiet to the point you'd be worried.
So Jaegyeon always avoided the conversation of talking about his brother or just mentioning him out right even if Jaegyeon had a connection with James because of the other Kings.
And how they're out looking for his brother.
So, Jaegyeon was just enjoying his days with [Name]. To be honest, no wonder [Name] was called Loverboy. He had earned back then from other people in the area that [Name] and James was living in, that [Name] had earned himself a nickname by the locals as loverboy.
And he couldn't blame them for giving him the nickname, he really was a Loverboy.
Always dreaming, romanticist. Ever since [Name] laid his eyes on Jaegyeon, he has been courting him in ways that Jaegyeon deemed romantic and it made him madly blush at the gestures the older Lee brother did. And he always went off day dreaming during middays.
And today was no different, [Name] giving him flowers and now laying against him with his arms wrapped around Jaegyeon waist as he day dreamed.
He looked down and saw the daze off look with a hazy smile across [Name] face, Jaegyeon chuckled and course his fingers through his hair.
"What are you day dreaming this time?" Jaegyeon asked as he turned around and laid his head on Jaegyeon lap, he smiled at him. "Us... dates... flowers... maybe a wedding too..." [Name] said which caused Jaegyeon to smile and chuckle.
"What about Initial N?" "Mhmm... maybe we can go on a car date..." He smiled at [Name] words and softly leaned down and kissed his forehead, he held his hand and tightened his grip. "I love you [Name]..." "Love you too..."
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Husband!Jake x wife!reader [here]
You and Jake had finally taken the big step and bought an apartment together. So what better way to celebrate your first night in the new place than to let Jake go down on you and reward you for all the hard work.
Idol!Sunghoon x non-idol!reader [here]
Pretty cliche, but you couldn't help but tease Sunghoon while he was live. He talked about anything and everything whilst shamelessly eyeing you up. You were surprised Sunghoon was letting this slide, but all that ran through his mind was that two could play at this game.
Ex!Heeseung x fem!reader
Sure, the break-up hurt, but you weren't about to let Heeseung know that. Instead, you decided to show him what he was missing out on. Kill him with kindness and really make him regret his choices. What could go wrong?
DJ!Jake x fem!reader [here]
The party was loud, with drinks, dances and a devilishly handsome DJ. Jake noticed the way you looked at him, the way your eyes grew hungry every time you watched him press a switch or spin the disc. "Want to see what else these hands can do?" he asked and of course you gladly took him up on the offer.
#cinađ: poll#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen smut#enhypen x reader#enhypen jake#enhypen heeseung#enhypen sunghoon#jake sim#park sunghoon#sim jaeyun#lee heeseung#jake hard thoughts#heeseung hard thoughts#sunghoon hard thoughts#jake smut#heeseung smut#sunghoon smut#cinađ
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wow my first time here for hard hoursâŠ
headempty just brothersbff!dokyeom coming over to u (and ur brothers) house for da first time to tutor ur brother cuz heâs a lil braindrad,, still unknowning of the housesâ layout,, dokyeom walks into you fingering urself and observes how ur fingers r way too short to do anything rly pleasurable n helps u like the good friend he is :(( I WANNA WRITE AB THIS SO BAD BUT WRITERS BLOCK IS SO CRAY!!!
lee..... you're kidding me.... please come here for hard hours whenever because this made my brain turn in ways that I cannot explain..... ok so I thought this would be a drabble, but I spiraled below and I HOPE YOU ENJOY (also i've been struggling with writer's block so this totally helped get my creative thoughts running again thx u)
Prompt/Pairing: Brother's Best Friend!Seokmin x fem!reader
Genre: SMUT just pure filth (minors DNI)
w/c: ~2.5k (not a DRABBLE oops)
content warnings and prompt under the cut
c/w: no pronouns, but fem bodied reader; masturbation; use of a vibrator; walking in on reader, but consent is KEY when continuing; DK has long fingers AKA pro at fingering in this
Lee Seokmin, kindly referred to as DK, a nickname coined by your idiotic brother years ago when he had first met the overly kind boy back in grade school. DK was an all-rounder, which was known very well throughout your years trailing your brother and him in school. Of course, DK was popular for his looks, overall bright attitude, humorous side, and intelligence.
The boy was an enigma throughout his entire high school career, so you had no choice but to crush on your brotherâs best friend. You couldnât help it when heâd flash you his signature smile every time heâd pick you and your brother up for school, or when he'd gift you the occasional snack on exam mornings â which, of course, would go untouched in your backpack since you cherished the sacred gift so much.
However, you were able to see him at his worst over the years, especially the clumsier and louder sides of him when heâd spend the night over at your house almost every weekend. His boisterous voice would permeate through closed doors - even when he was a few rooms away - while your brother and he would play video games until the crack of dawn. Another oddity included that time he had mistaken your toothbrush as his own for weeks on end, only admitting his fault weeks later when he had run into you in the hallway late one night, almost as if he was fearful that youâd confront him even though you had no clue.
Eventually, you grew annoyed with the boy as you got older, your high school crush no longer blinding you to the fact that he was just another one of your brotherâs loud, teasing friends, even if he was damn cute. Regardless, Dokyeom still took care of you like you were his own friend, as you were close in age to your brother, and he always considered you as part of the group. He was always sure to include you in plans even if your brother didnât, making sure you had a comfortable high school experience, and continuing to gift you snacks on exam days â even if you didnât blush profusely like you used to.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, you had followed in your brotherâs footsteps and decided to attend the same college as him, which ironically enough, DK had chosen the same college as well. The duo was still thriving more than ever even when they had found other friends in their separate majors. DK was also still roped into tutoring your brother in his classes, even though he had passed them semesters ago himself.
You had just moved in with your brother after your first year, and you two had decided to save some money and just commit to sharing an apartment a mile off campus. It was easy living with him, especially because you two had similar friend groups and could comfortably coexist. You also enjoyed the privacy it gave you, as your brother spent most of his time at his frat house even though he had his own place, typically crashing on one of his brothersâ futons every weekend.
You took advantage of this, blasting music when youâd get ready for your own nights out, or spending nights like tonight shamelessly binging a show or whatever book you were reading, eventually getting bored and pleasuring yourself in the serenity of your quiet apartment.
It was still early in the night, but, good God, you had been strung out all week. Midterms were finally coming to an end, and all you could think about was a little R&R, possibly channeling that energy through a quick orgasm.
However, it was anything but quick tonight. You had been squirming around for maybe half an hour now, a slight sheen to your flushed skin, and a vibrator pressed firmly against your clit after you decided your fingers wouldnât suffice.
Your sheets were surely a mess at this point from how tightly you were gripping them from desperately chasing the high that your body wouldnât grant you. Just when you thought you were close, a pathetic half-moan would leave your lips every time the building pleasure would ebb away.
You were frustrated, but you were determined. Pulling out all the tricks now, your spare hand and fingers played with your perked nipples, unable to restrain your body from arching into the bed to further press your throbbing clit against the devilish, vibrating toy.
The only thing that broke you out of your wanton fervor was a single knock at your bedroom door â which the knock was appreciated, giving you just enough time to scramble to cover yourself with a throw blanket, but whoever the intruder was waited for just a pause before throwing your door open â coming eye to eye with none other than the boisterous DK.
âReady to study and then whoop some ass on -" DK stopped mid-sentence, jaw slack as his backpack fell to his side upon realizing this was not your brother's room. To be fair, DK had only been here once or twice since you and your brother moved apartments recently; your previous one had a roof-leak, and this place was temporary until the latter would be renovated by the end of the semester.
Surely, you both looked like deer in headlights staring at each other. DK surveyed you for a second, saucer-like eyes tracing you from head to toe, drinking in the way your chest rose and fell underneath the tiny, fluffy throw blanket that gave you some sense of decency. You could almost see the lightbulb go off in DKâs head when he realized what he had walked into, the not-so-quiet whirring of the vibrator in the background only confirming his suspicions.
âOh my god,â he starts, internally cursing himself when his jeans begin to tighten ever so slightly around his crotch. Itâs almost as if he forgot how to walk or speak, but he canât deny that this is a fantasy heâs had one too many times. âWere you-?â
âDonât,â you cut him off, already immensely embarrassed that he walked in on you so hot-and-bothered. It was almost comical how the vibrating sound came to a halt, awkwardly searching for the button on the toy beneath the sheet and finally successfully turning the device off. âWe can just act like this never happened, my brother isnât here since Iâm assuming thatâs who you were looking for, and we can just go about our night without discussing further.â
Woefully, you could almost get off to the sight of just him, maybe youâd tuck the memory of him into your arsenal to finally finish yourself off later tonight. You werenât sure if it was the arousal that was clouding your mind from touching yourself for so long, but you swore youâd never seen his kind eyes look so dark and carnal. And fuck, he looked good as per usual, boyishly handsome in denim jeans, and a white tee hugging his biceps perfectly.
You felt even more flustered when he just continued to stare at you, not making any effort to lift the backpack at his feet, nor to exit your room when you look at him expectantly. With a groan, you run a hand over your beet-red face, about to question if he is going to leave until he speaks before you do.
âAre you just going to return to what you were doing?â His voice is strained, deeper in tone than his typically chirpy sound.
You stare back at him dumbly, readjusting the blanket around your body so you can sit comfortably on the side of your bed. âM-Maybe, why does it matter to you? Like I said, we can just forget about this.â
He does the opposite of what youâd expect, rather than leaving your room he takes a step towards you. The heat burns in your belly even more, your body reacting and tingling each step he takes closer towards you.
âHow long have you been alone in here?â Itâs so out of character how hazy and stormy his eyes become, how husky his voice sounds, and how you feel your increasing heartbeat at your core when you realize just how big and tall he is.
âU-um,â you squeak out, shriveling in his presence, unsure of where all his confidence came from as he continues to eye you down. Maybe itâs the nerves, but you begin to spill out details of the frustrating night youâve had thus far. âItâs been a long week DK - I just needed to unwind. My damn fingers wonât get the job done, so Iâm using this stupid toy. This is pathetic and embarrassing, and why are you getting so close to me?â
âCan you show me?â He asks almost innocently, voice soft and tempting as he kneels in front of where youâre sitting on the bed. He repeats himself when you fail to stutter out a response. âCan you show me how you were using your fingers?â
You feel like youâre in a trance, heart, and body reacting before your sensible mind can stop you. This is a bad idea, you should just say no and kick him out, but the way his eyes remained locked on yours as you slowly nod is enough to encourage you to drop the blanket wrapped around you. Screw it, even as much as you'd like to say your crush on him faded, it never really did.
He lets out a strained sigh when you reveal your body to him, the only thing covering you is the flimsy tank top thatâs bunched at your waist, only indicating further how desperate you had been.
âAre you OK with showing me?â
âY-yes,â you gasp out, gradually opening your legs for him to see your most intimate self, evidence of an impending orgasm clear from the sight of your swollen clit and wet thighs from your dripping slit. The whimper that escapes his lips makes your eyes roll back, fingers absentmindedly tracing over your folds and making you whimper with him.
âYouâre so wet, sweetheart,â heâs whispers as he intently watches the pad of your thumb rub at your clit, âSuch small hands and little fingers, no wonder youâve been touching yourself for so long.â
You buck your hips upwards when you finally let your pointer and middle fingers glide in between your folds, carefully pumping the two in and out of yourself and biting back a moan when DK leans even closer towards your core.
âItâs not enough,â your voice is breathy as you pout, grinding your hips into the palm of your hand as your fingers do a not-so-satisfactory job. Youâre falling back now, wrapped up in your arousal once again as your head hits the pillowy mattress beneath you.
âOf course, itâs not,â DK coos, standing up to tower above where you now lay, one knee finding real estate between your legs as you so urgently keen into your hand. âYou can fit another finger inside of you, maybe that will help.â
You listen to him, fitting a third finger inside of you, yet they donât reach deep enough to provide you enough pleasure.
âOh,â he almost sounds patronizing, âtheyâre too short, arenât they?â
Youâd almost think he was messing with you if it wasnât for the way his breathing picked up when you let out a desperate cry, a rough groan bubbling from his chest when your thighs tightened around his own leg slotted between yours.
âYeah, t-they are,â you cry out, trying your hardest to not shift down the bed and start grinding against his leg.
âCan I help?â
âGod, I thought youâd never ask. P-Please.â
Just like that, DKâs deft fingers are at your core, long digits running between your folds to collect your slick before teasingly probing at your center.
âI said please,â you moan out, practically begging as your hips chase his hand when he continues to pump just the tips of his fingers tauntingly and shallowly inside of you.
He almost growls when his fingers fill you completely, the way your walls sucked him in was enough to have him wanting more. In order to get closer to you, DK collapses next to you, one thigh still slotted between your legs and his free arm propping him up above where your heated chest rises with each needy breath.
âYou take my fingers so well, sweetheart,â he whines out, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your neck especially when your body is arching against his with each pump of his fingers inside you. âCanât believe you're still this tight after playing with yourself for so long.â
Your own hands are desperately gripping his arms, nails digging into the firm muscles as he trails hot kisses across your neck and chest. Your body shakes in need when he hits a spot deep inside of you, pressing against that spongey spot that has your thighs tensing up with each expert curl of his long fingers.
You know youâre babbling at this point, something about how good heâs making you feel, something about how hot he is, something about how youâll need his fingers all the time now.
This only eggs DK on, his supporting arm shaking as he sets a brutal pace, fingers pumping in and out and each ministration feeling delicious against your walls. You let out a scream when his thumb encounters your clit, making him press even closer against you to hold your needy hips down as he fingers you so perfectly.
Youâve been encapsulated by him at this point, everything about him is big and tall and long, and your mind goes a bit haywire wondering if that applied to really everything, the obvious bulge contained by his jeans only making your mind wander to dirtier places.
âIs this enough, sweetheart?â His lips are pressed into your neck, teeth nipping gently at the shell of your ear as he desires to hear some more praise and feedback from you.
âGod,â you moan out, thighs shaking as his thumb rolls in circles over your clit, chest pressing against his as he smiles against your ear. This isnât enough â actually â you want all of him. But yet it is, the world around you begins to spin as you feel your impending release finally bursting inside of you. âFuck, this is more than enough. God, Iâm g-gonna finish.â
âFinish, sweetheart, use my fingers.â
Youâve never come so hard from just fingers, not even with past lovers, but DKâs long fingers have your walls spasming and tightening around them, hips finally falling still as you gush around the digits. You feel euphoric, your release washing over your body as you come to.
You thought maybe your post-orgasm clarity would snap you back into reality, reminding you that you just had the best fingering of your life from your brotherâs best friend, making the situation awkward and panicking upon realization, but you do exactly the opposite.
âDo you need help now, DK?â
#seventeen smut#svt smut#svthub#lee seokmin smut#dokyeom smut#dk smut#lee dokyeom smut#seokmin smut#thank you lee <3 ily for this#asks đ#lovely moots đ«
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youtube algorithm be algorithm-ing
#brennan lee mulligan#college humor#dropout#um actually#dimension 20#fantasy high#burrows end#a crown of candy#dnd#*#this is so funny snjsksksls#they way the photos sync up#side by side of each other#magical đâš#luv brennan đâ€ïž
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literally everytime i see vernon, iâm like xan would love this!! <333
YOU'RE 100% RIGHT BUT THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
i'm also going to answer your other ask here but YES HE WAS SO CUTE <33333333333333333333 AND WONU WAS SO CUTE TOO <333333333333333 THEY'RE BOTH SO DARLING IN THIS EPISODE AND I'M SO <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
but most importantly i'm so so sooo <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 for you <333
#asks#lee đ#i don't remember if i have an emoji for you or not đđđ#but you're so near and dear to my heart and i say that about so many people on caratblr i'm just super bad at keeping in touch </333333333
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Wolverine Tickle-Cannons!
My Deadpool headcannons can be found >>here!!<<
A/N: yeah uhhhhhh no one look at these /j đđ I am aware that I have requests to get to but I do not have enough motivation to complete a fic rn and Deadpool and Wolverine is all I can think about right now sooooo hereâs a lil bit of food for yâall đ€Čđ»
Another thing: These headcannons are for Deadpool 3 Wolverine only, as I havenât seen any other movies with him in đ so these may not even be accurate and incredibly ooc butttttt oh well :3
â ïž Another thing!! These do contain minor spoilers soooo feel free to come back to this later đđ» Hope yâall like these!! :]] â ïž
@neppy-34 I apologise I stole some of your ideas we shared feel free to sue me đđđ» /lh
Lee:
Yk what??? Fuck you /pos *slams down a bunch of possibly ooc headcannons*
HES TOO GRUMPY I NEED HIM TO SMILEEEEE
Definitely deadpans you like in the gif above if you ask him the dreaded âare you twordish?â question
But he is :]
Like weâve all seen that X-Men scene that reveals his stomach is ticklish right??
ALSO. HIS FUCKIN LAUGH HERE (scene from the movie used)
THE WHEEZE AND THE SNORT JUST AUGH (imma get him)
His weak spots are definitely his belly and ribs but I feel like Wade would also scratch behind his ears or under his chin to be an asshole
âWhosh a snorty wittle honey badger, huuuuh? You are! Yes, you are-!â
âSHUT THE FUHUCK UP!â
To add onto this he also cusses like a sailor when getting wrecked
Acts incredibly pissy before, during and after getting wrecked, but lets out these likeâŠ. content little growls JSJSGAHSHD IDEK ANYMORE DUDE
Will definitely need to restrain him if you donât wanna accidentally get sliced by his claws or kicked across the room
Like he definitely cut Wadeâs hands off once and he was like
ââŠBud I kinda need those to do this-â
âWhy the hell do you think I just did that?â
ALSO ALSO the scene in the bar where he was drunk?? Bro literally giggled omg
So heâs definitely an easier target if heâs drunk like his claws barely come out and he smiles so much more đâ€ïž
But once he sobers up he acts way more grumpy than he usually does, claiming he doesnât remember any of that shit even though he does VIVIDLY-
Okay one final thing Wade definitely carries him like a bride to milk the joke that heâs short asf in the comics
Ler:
YâKNOW WHAT?? FUCK YOU AGAIN /pos (slams down even MORE possibly ooc headcannons)
Okay lemme just start with the gif above??
Like thatâs literally him if youâre being annoying and heâs trying so hard to just deal with it but then you drop one joke that really riles him up
ââŠOkay, thatâs it, you little shit-â
Okay I feel like this is something that youâd really have to get his playful side out for him to do, but the scene where he dashes towards Wade on all fours??
Yeah heâd do that in a chase
Like specifically to scare Wade
âOh, weâre gonna do this? Fine, letâs fuckin go.â *gets down and SCARPERS*
â*SCREAM-!* HOLY SHIHIT SPIDER SOCIETY COME GEHET YOUR FUCKING BOSS-â
(yes I did drop a Miguel Ohara reference because that was the first thing I thought of watching that scene for the first time đ)
Oh and heâll definitely wreck Wade to tears if heâs being too irritating
Like?? Thereâs a way to shut him up that doesnât involve him uselessly stabbing him because heâll only regenerate anyway?? Fuck yeahâŒïž
I doubt heâd be one to tease per se, but heâs definitely a massive asshole about wrecking you
âJesus Christ, youâre loud. You mind? Iâm trynna focus here.â
âThis isnât fair? Life ainât fair. Youâre the one who decided to mouth me off, so whoâs really at fault here?â
HED ALSO DO THIS THING WHERE while heâs wrecking you heâll suddenly stop and be like
âSo? You ready to stop being a jackass?â
But youâre still too giggly and busy trying to get your breath back to respond so heâll go
âNo? Alright, suit yourself.â
Buuuuuut sometimes you may catch him smirking or chuckling at how much youâre laughing your ass off :]
Raspberries and tickle bites?
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.yes
Like bro look at those fuckin MUTTONCHOPS
They would tickle so bad omfg
Like imagine him growling into your neck or belly or AUGHSHSHAHA
okay Iâm done
And as a lil bonus hereâs some more silly ideas involving âThe Greatest Showmanâ references because we both thought that shit was hilarious đđ
AAAAAA hope you guys liked these I am very insane about Deadpool and Wolverine if you couldnât tell :33
#sfw tickling community#deadpool and wolverine tickles#lee!wolverine#ler!wolverine#lee!loganhowlett#ler!loganhowlett#my writing đâïž
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Are You There, Wolf? (M) ~Lee Know
Pairing: Werewolf!Minho x Human!F.Reader Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Fluff | Best Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Synopsis: Minho had always deemed himself a bit of a weirdo. In his humble opinion, heâd only become even weirder with time, especially after he acquired his supernatural⊠condition. Heâd never cared much about it, not when youâd always been there for him, and hopefully you would always be. [This is an instalment of my WereRoomies series. You donât particularly need to read the other instalments related to Minho to understand this, but itâll add more depth to the story if you do, so I highly recommend it~]. Warnings: Minhoâs POV · mentions of shooting guns [itâs an off-handed comment made by Minho, nothing serious, but figured iâd put a warning] · mentions of gambling · mentions of cheating [but no one cheated] · mentions of blood, injuries, and violence · near death experiences · Minho was dumb and in denial for a long while · mentions and depictions of monster fucking shenanigans · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).
Authorâs Note: this originally started as a smutty drabble inspired by an ask from an anon⊠somehow it grew hands and beat me up and made me black out and now weâve got a full instalment. a chunk of it is just stuff that happened in other instalments, but with Minhoâs input. hope you enjoy ! special thanks to @notastraykid for reading this and letting me know it wasnât the worst piece of literature sheâs ever read.
Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.
Minho's previous WereRoomies instalments: Camping With Wolves & Dog Unleashed
Smut Warnings: mentions of oral · somnophilia [all acts related to it are consensual] · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but reader is presumed to be on birth control] · creampie
Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.
Minho always believed himself to be a rational man. He was also an animal, yes. But his animal instincts were, essentially, stunted.Â
He wasnât sure if it was because he was born human and turned into a werewolf when he was very young, or if there was something wrong with him in generalâhe honestly wouldnât be surprised if that were the case.
Jisungâwhoâd been the first other werewolf Minho ever befriendedâbelieved it to be the first option. He had encouraged Minho to go to a specialist and ask, but Minho never really paid much attention to it.
He figured that, as long as he didnât feel ill or that he didnât hurt anyone around him, it didnât really matter.
However, just how many psychologists and therapists by trade seemed to choose that career path in order to understand their own brains and behaviours, sometimes he wondered if his own inability to understand his animal needs was what fully drove him into becoming a vet.
Sure, he had always cared for animalâs safety, he always knew one too many facts about many different critters, and with all the injured animals that seemed to come his way when he was a kid, he had spent more time at the vetâs office than he did in his own home. He supposed all things combined played a role in his career choice, and that had certainly helped him understand himself a little better⊠kind of.
Minho was a simple man. A man that, in a sick twist of fate, ended up becoming the dictionary definition of a monster.
Heâd admit that for a long time, he blamed himself for what had happened to him. âMaybe if I hadnât taken that detour through the woods that time I wouldnât have been turnedâ, âMaybe if I had been paying attention to my surroundings I wouldnât have been bitâ, âMaybe I did something horrible in a past life or this one to warrant such an eventâ, heâd always think about these things whenever the pains and aches caused by his condition were a bit too strong to bear.
It took him an even longer time to accept the fact that it hadnât been his fault at all. Nothing couldâve ever prepared him for the situation. He wouldâve never been able to predict that a giant wolf would come out of nowhere and bite him completely unprompted.Â
To this day, over ten years later, Minho still couldnât remember what the wolf looked like.
It all happened so fast⊠All he could remember was the fuzzy canine shape, the sound of growls and snarls and of his own bones cracking inside his body, along with the searing pain that spread from the gash that the creature had left on his side.
He couldnât remember the bleeding, or the amount of time he spent laying on the forest ground, or even the moment he was eventually found. One second he was in an immense amount of pain, and the next he was completely fine, as if nothing had happened, laying on a hospital bed with his best friend hugging him and sobbing against his chest.
Minho couldâve never imagined that that event in the woods would change the way he interacted with the world forever.
One seemingly normal evening after what he thought had been âan accidentâ, while he was hanging out in his best friendâs home, doing their weekly watch of Kamen Rider, it was like something suddenly started rattling inside of him. Like an itch one canât seem to scratch satisfactorily.
He couldnât breathe, his joints hurt, all his muscles seemed to burn, and before he knew it, he was feeling parts of his body he had never felt before. His vision felt different, his sense of smell was overwhelmed, and although his surroundings were familiar, it was almost like he was seeing them from someone elseâs perspective.
Needless to say, he was having a full on meltdown right then and there. Especially when he caught what he thought would be a glimpse of himself on a reflective surface, and what he saw instead was a dog⊠Well, more accurately, a wolf.
To this day, he was very grateful that it all happened while you, his best friend, were there with him. Minho honestly wasnât sure how he wouldâve reacted had he been on his own. He could still remember the panic he felt, how much he was crying, how much you were crying. Things wouldâve probably been very different if you hadnât hugged him tight and reassured him time and time again that youâd be there for him⊠That you wanted to figure this out together.
When he had finally understood what had happened to him in the woods, and after many trips to the local library to do some digging on the internet, you both came to the conclusion that the most logical explanation to his newfound condition was that he was now afflicted with lycanthropy⊠And it wasnât the psychological kind.
Which was crazy.Â
Completely absurd.
But what seemed to be sourced in fantasy and myths was literally the only thing that matched his symptoms perfectly.
Everything was confusing for a long time after that. Everything was too loud, too bright, too intense⊠His already sensitive senses seemed to be overstimulated all day, every dayâeven worse than beforeâand he could hardly cope.
He could hear conversations that were happening metres away from him, he could hear peopleâs breathing and their heartbeats and sometimes other internal organs as well⊠It was honestly driving him a little bit insane.
Minho realised very quickly that having a supernaturally enhanced sense of smell when he was starting high school was quite possibly one of the worst things to ever happen to him. Having been turned into a werewolf was hard enough on its own, now he had to deal with teenagers that seemed to hold a grudge against soap.
When it all got too overwhelming, he simply got close to you. As close as he could. He was sure he had memorised the rhythm of your heartbeat at this point, and the constant, familiar sound always seemed to help ease his sour mood.
âHave you gotten a new perfume? Or a new fabric softener?â He couldnât help but ask one day. Heâd noticed recently that there seemed to be a scent of lavender lingering around him whenever you were close. He didnât mind. In fact, it actually comforted him quite a bit.
âYou know I donât use fabric softener, dummy. And no, I havenât gotten a new perfumeâ, your answer puzzled him a bit, but it wasnât until a handful of months later, when he finally met Jisung, that he understood what that lavender scent was.
When Minho first met Jisung, he was honestly a bit surprised. Mostly because the second Jisung was within his radius, it was almost like he could tell the younger boy was a werewolf, too. There was something about the smell of roses and cotton radiating from Jisung that just gave it away, although Minho didnât know how, or why.
Jisung quickly became an integral part of his friend groupâalthough, to be fair, âgroupâ was a big word to use, considering you were the only real friend Minho had, and the one he consistently hung out with. What used to be a simple pair of weirdos became a trio of weirdos, and Minho was genuinely happy about that.
He immediately felt like he could trust Jisung, and in the long run, Minho was grateful for his presence. Not only because Jisung was funny and eloquent and he also enjoyed watching niche TV shows, but also because Jisung helped him understand this unexplored side of him.
âYouâre an alpha, clearlyâ, Jisung told Minho once. As if that meant something important. âYour scent is kind of⊠Like, you smell of vanilla and a recently lit bonfire. Somehow very alpha-like, but milder than what Iâm used to, I supposeâŠâ
Jisung explained to him all these werewolf designations of alphas, betas, and omegas that were based on a werewolfâs inherent nature⊠He explained what scents were, how to tell what status a wolf had based on their scent, and when he confirmed that humans did, in fact, also have a scent, Minho just knew then that that lavender scent he always smelt when you were close was simply your natural scent. Just like cotton and roses was Jisungâs.
Meeting Jisungâaside from meeting youâwas possibly one of the best things that couldâve ever happened to Minho. Not only did Jisung become one of his best friends in this whole wide world, not only did he help Minho understand his newfound nature, but also, thanks to him, Minho was finally able to find a family of his own.
Being honest, in his hometown, Minho didnât have anyone but you. His mother barely even gave him the time of dayâmostly because she was busy working two or three jobs to support them both.
When his now step-dad came into the picture, money was no longer a problem, but by that point Minho had already been turned, and that, coupled with the fact that his step-dad wasnât really that good of a man, was enough for him to distance himself from his relatives.
Minho also had Jisung for a while, but he eventually left town because his entire pack was moving out. That was fine, he was sure they would meet again eventually. Besides, technology around that time made it so it was hardly possible to not be in contact with someone.
After high school, when Minho finally decided to pursue higher educationâto pursue his dream of becoming a vetâthe university he wanted to study in was, coincidentally, in the same area where Jisung was living then. And not only was Jisung living there, he was in a pack. A different one from his childhood one.
Back in the early stages of his friendship with Jisung, he had explained to Minho that werewolves usually lived in packs, just like regular wolves did. Jisungâs childhood pack didnât treat omegas that well, from what Minho could recall. So, being an omega himself, Jisung always felt like a bit of an outcast. The fact that he had found a pack where he was actually comfortable was a big deal, and Minho was genuinely happy for his friend.
Even though the pack was essentially only three young wolves, Jisung always spoke highly of his two other packmates. âChris and Changbin are amazing people, dude. Never met wolves like them aside from, like⊠you. I think youâd be a great addition to our pack, and Chris agrees! Come meet them, you wonât regret itâ.
And he didnât regret it. Not one bit. If anything, joining Chrisâ pack, becoming close to him and Changbin to help them lead it, was the third best thing that couldâve ever happened to Minho.
âChangbinâs my right hand. Although it doesnât make much sense to have a second in command when weâre, like, three dudes only, I feel like at any point more people could join us, so I like to be preparedâ, Chris, the leaderâthe alphaïżœïżœof that pack of Jisungâs wasnât that much older than Minho, but there was something about him that exuded leadership and comfort. It was so obvious even someone like Minho, who wasnât that in touch with his wolf instincts, was able to tell this man was a real alpha.Â
âItâs very customary for the alpha of the pack to have at least two other people next to them to deal with all possible pack matters, and Jisung believes you might be suitable for that. He said, and I quote, that you have a heart of gold. He vouches for you, and I trust him, so if you want to join and help me out, youâre more than welcome to. Hell, youâre welcome even if you donât want to help me lead specifically, but itâs important you know that as a pack, we must always look out for each otherâ, Chrisâ proposal was straight forward. No matter what role Minho would fill in, he was welcome to join them.
Being honest with himself, Minho wasnât really that much of a leaderânot in his opinion, at leastâbut the prospect of joining a pack seemed to tickle something on the back of his mind. He supposed it was one of those instinctual things he didnât understand well, but, in a way, Chris made him feel reassured, so he told him heâd be happy to join and help him out however he could. With one condition, though.
âYou see, Iâve got my best friend⊠Not sure if Jisung has told you about her. Sheâs human, and sheâs very important to me. If joining your pack of werewolves means I canât see her anymore then Iâm not doing itâ, Minho loved Jisung, and he had a good impression of Chris and Changbin, but, truly, if joining them meant he had to leave you behind, heâd much rather stay on his own.
He knew from Jisung that the moment you moved into a werewolf den, a lot of decisions had to involve the alphaâs approval, and considering you were human, Minho had a genuine fear of Chris telling him that humans simply werenât allowed. Heâd honestly much rather shoot himself in the leg than have to cut ties with you. Youâd been the only constant in his life, and losing you was something he just couldnât afford. You meant too much to him. Maybe more than he wouldâve liked to admit back then.
Thankfully, Chris didnât seem to have major issues with that. If anything, all he did was ask to meet you before you could stay at his den, and as long as you were someone that could be trusted, he wouldnât have any problems with your presence at the den. That was fine, there was no doubt in Minhoâs mind that Chris would like you and see just how nice you were.
He had obviously been right. Your first time meeting Chris couldnât have gone more smoothly. Not even fifteen minutes passed and he was already dragging Minho to the side and telling him it was all good.Â
âI think sheâs nice. Itâs fine by me if your kitten drops by or stays over whenever you guys wantâ, Chris had patted him on the back, with a teasing grin on his face, taking special care to stress the word kittenâwhich was a nickname Minho had given you randomly one day years ago while trying to cheer you up.
Giving you that nickname had been a moment of weakness, a moment in which he also had been sad and his inhibitions had lowered a bit. The pet name just fell out of his mouth, it had practically been a perfect textbook definition of a Freudian slip, considering Minho had, quite stupidly, developed a crush on you by then.
Chris was a good person, but he also seemed to enjoy teasing Minho whenever his more than obvious crush presented itself, even when Minho himself was in denial about it.
Minho was convinced you didnât feel anything other than platonic love towards him, so he always tried to delude himself into thinking he absolutely didnât have a crush on you. You were his best friend, one of the most important people in his life, and he would never risk losing you over what he believed to be unrequited feelings.
Sometimes, though, it was almost impossible not to think about you in ways that would definitely be considered inappropriate. It was easy in his day to day life, but, twice a year, he had to face the fact that his feelings for you went beyond your friendshipâŠ
Minho was well aware that he was a weird guy. Throughout his life, he had only ever cared about animals, Kamen Rider, and you and Jisung. He could hardly hold a normal, civil conversation if it didnât involve any of those things, he said things and had odd habits that could potentially put off people around him, and that was only on his human side. His wolf side was a whole other can of worms.
He already had a hard time understanding his basic human needs, and that seemed to triple when it came to his animal needs. For a long time he couldnât tell when he needed to go on a run, or when he was in a bad mood because of a weird scent around him, and no need to even get started on whatever the hell was happening with his rutsâŠ
Figuring out that he now had to go through days of unbearable horniness was by far one of the weirdest experiences Minho ever had to deal with during this whole âbeing turned into a half animalâ thing. After he reached sexual maturity, twice a year, he had a time period of around four to five days when every single one of his instincts and senses pulled him into a trance-like state in which all he wanted to do was fuck.
But not only did he want to fuck⊠He specifically wanted to breed someone. And even more specifically, he wanted to breed you.
It was awful. The whole ordeal was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausting.
The first time he went into rut, he was sure the pain he was feeling came close to the one he briefly felt back when he had been bit and turned. His body was increasingly warm, he was sweating buckets, his cock was hard for an almost criminal amount of time, and nothing he did made it better.Â
Even if he managed to make himself come, it barely helped him feel relieved. If anything, it got him more frustrated, to the point where he would start breaking things around himâboth intentionally and unintentionally.
The worst part of going into rut, though, was the thoughts he had throughout those days. He could only think of you. Of kissing you, of tasting those utmost sensitive areas of your body, of bending you over and ramming himself into you until he got tied to you and got to fill you to the brim with his cumâŠ
Logic was something that didnât exist for him in this time period, so those thoughts ran freely in his mind for the duration of his rut⊠thoughts that he had to come face to face once his rut subsided and he could think like a human again instead of a horny dog.
Needless to say, Minho couldnât look at your face for a whole month after he went through his first rut. He was haunted by the images his imagination had produced at the time, and he was convinced you didnât deserve that, that he had somehow broken your trust. It was something he never spoke about with anyone. Not even Jisung. He made a vow to keep this a secret in order to protect your friendship.
Little did Minho know that his friendship with you didnât need to be protected from anythingâŠ
Many years after his first rut, sharing a bed with you during one fateful trip to the woods with the whole pack, was all it took for the line of your friendship to blur completely. Minho had been in denial about his feelings for so long, he had been completely blind to your feelings.
That night, with his senses enhanced by the moon, with his animal instincts bubbling to the forefront of his human mind, that need for you seemed to be impossible to ignore. While he laid with you on that bed, under the covers, being your big spoon, he couldnât help but get lost in how fast your heart was beating the tighter he hugged you, he was drowning in your lavender scent, and he genuinely didnât want to be rescued.
You staring at his mouth for a moment too long while he hovered over you had suddenly ignited a spark of hope deep within him. That, added to your increased heart rate, and what he couldnât mistake for anything other than arousal lingering in your scent, was quickly making him delirious.
âKitten⊠Why are you⊠Why are you looking at my mouth?â
âJust thinkingâŠâ
âAbout?â
âThings I should not be thinking aboutâ.Â
After the words came out of your mouth, and with all the sensory inputs around him, Minho suddenly felt so incredibly stupid.
How had he never noticed that your body seemed to react to him in the same ways his did to you? How long had it been doing that? He had been blindsided by his own desperate attempts to not drive you away from him with his feelings, he had never noticed you looking at him in the same way he looked at you.
He wasnât sure if it had been the moon reinforcing his stunted instincts just enough to enhance his questionable sense of awareness, but as he looked at you, as he saw just how blown your pupils were, as he watched you stare at his mouth, all caution flew out the window. For once, he decided to take a chance, and the moment his lips made contact with yours, the moment the tiniest of moans left your mouth with the contact, he just knew he had made the right choice.
Kissing you, after so many years of trying not to think of what it would feel like, was even better than he couldâve ever imagined. Minho was ravenous, desperate to feel as much of you as he possibly could, and you, very clearly, were in a similar state.
You both agreedâwhile still kissing, if he might addâthat you needed to discuss the situation, but, admittedly, neither of you wanted to stop. So you didnât, but only after reaching a compromise to talk about it later.
Minho honestly couldnât even tell how many times you both had sex that night. It seemed like heâd entered a time pocket in which the only thing that mattered was indulging in each otherâs body as many times as you possibly could.
By the time you were both thoroughly satisfied, he simply hugged you close under the covers, relishing the feel of your bare skin against his, relishing the feel of your head on his chest and his arms around your frame. Hugging you to sleep, especially this intimately, was everything he couldâve ever hoped for.
It wasnât like heâd never hugged you to sleep. Heâd shared a bed with you many times in the past, but doing it after having your lips on his, after knowing how it felt like to be inside you, and the mere idea that you reciprocated his feelings, was enough to make him fall asleep smiling to himself like a fool.
Even the next morning, when Minho woke up, still very much naked, when he turned around to find you already awake and looking at him, he couldnât help but smile like a fool once again. Especially not when you were smiling so bright yourself.
âMorningâ, you mumbled, immediately shuffling closer so you could tuck your head under his chin and hug his waist.
âMorning, kittenâ, Minho pressed a kiss to the top of your head and hugged you even closer, slotting one of his legs between yours to further tangle your limbs together.
You just hummed, nuzzling his neck before you started to press kisses on it. Your soft lips on his skin sent a shiver down his spine, which certainly didnât help ease the effects of morning wood.
Minho was drowsy, maybe even still horny, but he needed to have this conversation with you, or he was sure heâd explode. âCan we talk about it now?â
You pulled yourself away from his neck to look him in the eyes. Reaching forward with your hand, you pushed his hair out of his eyes, and the movement made them fall shut. âWhat do you wanna talk about?â
You kept playing with his hair for a bit, then traced the features of his face with the pad of one of your fingers, until his eyes opened again.
âI need to know where we go from hereâ.
You took a deep breath, mulling his words. Finally, you retracted your hand from his face to hold his hand instead. âMinho, I let you do things to me last night that Iâve never let anyone else do. I donât know about you, but I hope where we go from here is a relationshipâ.
Minho couldnât help but wonder then if he would ever stop smiling like a fool after all this. âSo youâre my girlfriend now? Is this what weâre doing?â
âOnly if youâre my boyfriendâ, you chuckled, leaning in to press a brief kiss on his cheek.
Minho hugged your waist, and he pulled you closer into him. âMmm⊠Your ex is gonna have a field day if he ever finds outâ.
Your ex had spent the last leg of your relationship with him convinced you had cheated on him with Minho. During the big fight that led to your breakup, he had told you how obvious it was that Minho had feelings for you. At the time you just dumped his ass, and Minho, Jisung, and you spent a whole evening just dragging his name through the mud.
That relationship didnât last long anyway. He was probably, in Minhoâs opinion, the worst partner you had ever had. He was insecure, misogynistic, and manipulative. You hadnât cheated on him, but Minho supposed there was one thing he had been right about⊠he did have feelings for you back then.
You scoffed at the mention of your ex, rolling your eyes. âJust like your ex probably will, tooâ.
Ah, Minhoâs ex⊠It had been a long time since Minho had been in a relationship, but how could he forget the ex that made him choose between him and you?
He could admit it was an asshole move to be involved romantically with someone while having feelings for someone else, but back then he was so deep in denial he couldnât even acknowledge what he felt for you. Regardless, you were still his friend, and heâd never choose anyone else over one of his friends. In his opinion, someone that cared about him would never make him choose in the first place.
âI guess weâll have to let them froth at the mouth with rage and believe whatever they want to believe. That is, if they still careâ, Minho chuckled, rolling you on your back to start pressing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
That seemingly innocent act of smothering your face with kisses turned into a much less innocent mess of lips and tongues. Minho came to find out that making out with you was absolutely exhilarating, especially when it ended with his mouth between your legs.
Fucking you that morning mightâve not been the smartest move to make when you both were about to walk into a kitchen full of people with enhanced senses, but Minho figured that if anyone commented on it, he didnât care. It wasnât like he was going to keep it a secret, anyway.
Although, heâd admit that having Jisung scream it to everyone in the room caught him off guard. Just like learning that everyone had placed bets on whether Minho and you would get together last night also caught him off guard.
He figured he deserved that last one, considering he himself had also gotten the rest of the pack to place bets on whether Chris and his girlfriend would fuck last night or notâŠ
In any case, other than the bet, the whole pack seemed to seamlessly embrace this new dynamic between you and Minho. After all, starting a relationship with you didnât change things much.
You still lived almost an hour away from him, you still encouraged him to indulge in his interests, you still talked every day⊠If anything, the only major difference was that you met more frequently now. Seeing you weekly instead of monthly was certainly an improvement.
It was kind of amusing to Minho how everything was almost the same. He still took you places, still held your hand and hugged you and brushed your hair out of your face whenever he felt like it, but now he could let his fingers linger on your skin for longer, he could lean in and press a kiss wherever he wanted on your face, and, at the end of the day, he could take you home and fuck you dumb for as long as youâd let him.
There was only one thing, though, that seemed to be a problem⊠It was something he didnât really want to acknowledge, but he knew would explode on his face at some point.
Minho was an animal.
Eventually, heâd go into rut, and knowing you, he was sure youâd want to help him go through it.
Minho had never spoken to you about his ruts, but he knew youâd learnt a great deal about it from the other girls at the den as well as Jisung. Youâd never brought it up to him before, and he was sure it was because you simply knew he didnât want to talk about it.Â
Now that you were his girlfriend, it was only a matter of time before heâd have to face this problem head on. Because that was what this whole thing was to Minho⊠a problem.Â
Even if during his rut all he could think about was you, he usually got violent. Very violent.
Heâd punch walls and break numerous pieces of furniture and appliances, and having you there with him could put you at risk of getting caught in the cross-fire. If he ever hurt you, Minho would never, ever forgive himself. Especially when he just knew you would. You would make excuses for him, youâd enable him and his animal ways like you always did, and he just didnât want to put you in that position.
Granted, he shouldâve probably told you all this, and he had been hyping himself up to do it, but you had been faster than him. The night you finally asked him about his rut he had been severely unprepared to handle the situation.
Minho told you he wouldnât spend his rut with you. He couldâve probably worded it better, but before he knew it the situation escalated and you were having an argument and he had unintentionally made you feel unwanted, which was just so far from realityâŠ
He wanted to tell you just how much he wanted you, but before he could youâd put space between yourselves and left him there on his own. It was late at night when it happened, but he wasnât necessarily worried for your safety when you left, because he just knew youâd either go to one of the girlsâ flats or to Jisungâs.
Forty minutes after the whole ordeal, he received a text from Jisung confirming his suspicions. The younger wolf told him you were at his place and that heâd take care of you for the night, which Minho was immensely grateful for.
He spent the entire night tossing and turning, wondering how to best word his predicament so he wouldnât inadvertently hurt you and make you feel unwanted again. Essentially, his reservations when it came to spending his rut with you had nothing to do with you, and all to do with him.
So, the next morning, he made his way to Jisungâs and waited patiently for you to wake up. Jisung had given him a rundown of what had happened the night before, without revealing too much of what youâd told him since he usually liked to keep your conversations as private as possibleâjust like he kept the conversations he had with Minho as private as possible whenever he spoke to you.
So, when you woke up, Minho immediately explained the situation. He confessed to you how heâd always wanted you, how he couldnât stop thinking about you whenever he went into rut, and how he got incredibly violent during that time period, so violent he feared he would harm you in any way.
You understood, of course. You always did.
You apologised for jumping to conclusions, and for forcing him to talk about something when he was clearly not ready to do it, which he appreciated. He also apologised for not communicating properly, an apology that you also seemed to accept. At the end of the day, he understood why the whole thing happened in the first place, and he made a mental note to try and not keep things like these from you ever again.Â
Funny thing, how the universe always seems to play with people like they were little pieces in a funky little game.
When Minho did go into rut, he was so out of it he completely forgot to let you or anyone else know. You had a tendency to drop by his place unannounced, which he didnât mind, but that day, it was far from ideal, to say the least.
He was sweating, frustrated, in pain, and the second he heard the beeps of the front doorâs lock and the smell of your scent hit him, he just lost it.
It was all a blur after that. He tried to hold back, to tell you to leave, but you didnât. Of course you wouldnât leaveâŠ
To his surprise, that violence that seemed to seep out of him whenever he went into rut wasnât there. His thoughts were plagued with only you and your lavender scent and the need to pleasure you and to pump you full of his pups.
When he finally managed to do all that, he quickly realised that heâd only ever been violent because he couldnât have you. In retrospect, he shouldâve known. But heâd proven to be tone deaf enough to not understand what his needs were, and this clearly wasnât an exception.
Nothing had felt quite as fulfilling as spending that rut with you. It was all heâd ever wanted and more. His almost endless supply of cum, his knot, his insatiable need to fuck and fuck and fuck⊠Youâd taken it all like a champ, and even when he wasnât that in tune with his inner wolf, he could still feel just how proud it was, how proud he was of you.
The word mate kept repeating over and over in his mind the entire time, and he supposed you were his mate, all things considered.
Forever was a big word, but Minho figured that, at least at that point in time, he couldnât ever imagine his life with anyone else. Especially not now that you were finally sharing your feelings with each other after years and years of pining.
For all he knew, anything that could have potentially been a problem in his relationship with you had been addressed after that. Minho was happy, you were happy, and it all seemed to have taken its natural course.
Except for one maybe not so small thingâŠ
Minho wanted you to move in with him. Heâd honestly wanted it since before you got together. He missed you often, and he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.
The distance during the week was starting to stress him out way more than heâd like to admit, and even if heâd been slowly making space in his flat for you, he knew heâd ask you sooner or later. He hadnât brought the topic up after you got together because he knew your job was important to you, and moving in with him would probably mean youâd have to quit and find something else closer to where the den was.
He could offer to support you financially, but he just knew you wouldnât have wanted that. The second youâd started working and being financially independent, you couldnât imagine ever having to rely on someone elseâthat was what you had told him all those years ago, at leastâŠ
You moving in with him made so much sense, though. Some weekends, Minho would go over to your place, but youâd told him several times that you preferred his home over yours. Youâd told him it was more lively, that you enjoyed the presence of the other pack members, and that the only thing you genuinely liked about your flat was that Sir Percival was in it.
Sir Percival was your elderly cat that you adopted when you were a child. He was one of the many cats Minho had rescued, and he was probably the reason you ever spoke to Minho in the first place. Back then, the day you met, you approached him only because he was trying to save Sir Percivalâs entire litter that had been abandoned by the side of the road.
So, yes. You moving in with him to Chrisâ den just made all the sense in the world to him. Especially at moments like these.
Whenever Minho got to lay on your bed like he was doing now, he could certainly understand why you felt that his flat was more homely. You hardly had any decor in your room, and the whole flat was in a similar state. You never particularly liked this place in the first place, but you stayed because it was close to work and rent was relatively cheap.
âIâll probably move out soon, so no need to go all in on the decorationâ, youâd told Minho years ago when you moved in. You kept putting it off, and now here this place was, void of anything that would highlight your wonderful personality other than the cat toys littering the floor, and the cat tower in the corner of your living room.
Whenever Minho came over, Sir Percival always avoided coming to your room unless it was absolutely necessary. The cat had told Minho that if he ever walked in on them having sex again heâd purposefully ruin the mood by throwing up a hairball, so he preferred to stay in the living room, even if it meant he couldnât sleep by your feet like he loved to do.
That was fair, Minho supposed. He didnât feel comfortable having Sir Percival in the room when you were getting intimate, either, so he appreciated the privacy.Â
Right now, though, since he had woken up in the middle of the night and hadnât been able to fall asleep again, he was wondering if he should go out and bring Sir Percival to bed. Maybe his warmth and his purring could help him fall asleep againâŠ
Unlike Minho, you were sleeping soundly next to him, with your back turned to him. If he stood up from this bed he might wake you up, and he didnât want you to be in his situation⊠So he settled on focusing on your steady breathing while he waited for sleep to claim him again.
It was just as he was almost asleep again that a minute sound made his body jerk awake.Â
It came from you. It was a whimper, barely even audible. But how could he not hear it with his enhanced senses? When you were so close?
It wouldâve worried him, had the smell of your arousal not knocked the air straight out of his lungs.
Minho wouldâve never imagined his sleepless night wouldâve taken him to this intersection, but here he was. He realised he could do one of three things⊠One, he could ignore the fact that you were right there next to him, presumably having a wet dream⊠Two, he could wake you up to reenact whatever it was you were dreaming about⊠Or three, he could use this as an opportunity to indulge in something he hardly ever didâŠ
Since he started a relationship with you, Minho and you had many opportunities to try new things. You were quite open to try any and every seemingly odd activity in the bedroomâbe it anal, or role-play, or some light bondage, you were always down to try it. And when Minho brought up his little fantasy of touching you while you were asleep, youâd been more than ecstatic to try it out⊠To the point where he was sure if he hadnât brought it up, you wouldâve done so eventually.
There was something about the fact that you trusted him enough to let him do things to you while you were unconscious that excited him. Maybe it was a projection of all those nights back then that heâd spent trying not to fantasise about you when you slept together, or maybe it was simply the act itself that he inexplicably enjoyed⊠Regardless of what it was, your little whimpers had his mind clouding a bit.
Sometimes, before you fell asleep next to each other, youâd turn to him and tell him âMaybe Iâll wake up to a surprise tomorrowâŠâ with that lilt in your voice that just let him know exactly in which way you wanted him to wake you up. That had been the case last night, and Minho had considered doing it a bit later, when the sun was starting to rise at least. But he figured, since you were already having a bit of fun in your dreams, maybe a midnight treat wouldnât hurt.
Scooting closer to you, his hand found your waist. He held you tight while he pressed his nose to your pulsepoint, right under your jaw. He could hear your blood flowing, your heart rate increasing, and the scent of your excitement had him almost salivating.
Dragging his hand from your waist to your hip, he carefully caressed your body over the fabric of your sleeping gown, just as he pressed his growing erection against your ass. A tiny moan escaped your mouth, but your steady heartbeat let him know you were still pretty much asleep.
Whatever it was you were dreaming about had you shuffling the tiniest bit, enough for your ass to rub against his crotch, and he could already feel a bit of wetness soiling the material of his sleeping shorts. His own fluids, to be precise. It was one of those things that shocked him after he turned, just how much fluid his body could produce. Be it saliva, or sweat, or cum⊠It was slightly inconvenient, but at the very least, you always seemed to enjoy it, so he supposed it wasnât so bad.
Minho dragged his hand from where itâd been caressing your hip up your torso, stopping only when he was finally able to cup one of your breasts. He generously fondled and squeezed the flesh, not holding back one bit. If you woke up, you woke up, and if you didnât, you didnât. Simple as that.
Dragging the pad of one of his fingers over your stiffening nipple, he relished the way your heartbeat picked up, as well as the way you started to writhe a bit in his hold.
âYouâre so soft, babyâŠâ Minho couldnât help but mumble against the skin of your neck, and you whined, almost like you were reacting to him. And maybe you were. He liked to believe that to be the case.
He pinched and twisted your nipple between his fingers, pressing kisses on your neck and grinding his now fully hardened length against your ass. âI wonder what youâre dreaming about, my kitten⊠Is it me? I hope itâs meâŠâ
Minho was very quiet, but he hoped you could hear him even in your dreams. He figured you mightâve, considering how fast your heart was beating now.
He was genuinely planning on dragging this out for as long as possible, but when you mumbled something akin to his name, he simply couldnât hold back any longer. He removed his hand from your breast after one final hefty squeeze, only to bring that same hand between your bodies. His digits made contact with your entrance, and he couldnât help but take in a deep breath at just how wet you were.
He wondered how much of it was your own arousal, and how much of it was his own cum that mightâve remained there from when you had sex last night before going to bed. He didnât come inside often, but when he did, the thought of you having a part of him within your warmth did things to him, it tickled a secluded area of his brain, and it certainly excited him. He supposed it was instinctual. One of those wolf things he hardly ever paid attention to.
Delaying no further, he freed himself out of his sleeping shorts, just enough to drag the tip of his cock up and down your drenched folds. Minho almost got winded when he heard the moan that came out of your mouth in response to his motions. Your lavender scent wrapping around every single one of his nerve-endings enticed him, and he just couldnât deny himself anymore.
He usually preferred to make sure you were well stretched enough to take him in, but considering youâd been stretched plenty last night, he figured youâd be just fine. And he was proven correct when he finally pushed himself fully within your warmth, when the wetness between yours legs let him slide in with ease.
Minho couldnât help but groan at the feeling, just as a moan of your own escaped your mouth.
âYouâre so warm, babyâŠâ
He pulled his hips back, only to push them forward to start a slow, pleasant rhythm. His hold was tight on your hip, your heart sounded like it was close to leaping out of your chest, and the second your walls clenched on his length, he just knew youâd wake up soon⊠Youâd wake up exactly to what you had wanted.
âOhâoh, MinhoâŠâ
There was no mistaking it anymore, your barely audible moans had slightly increased in tone, and youâd started to push your hips back a bit.
Minho just hummed in response, dragging his hand from your hip to your lower belly. You placed your own hand on top of his, lacing your fingers together and sighing contently.
The kisses he left on your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulder seemed to spur you on, the movement of your hips increased in pace, and he just increased his in return. He was mumbling nonsense against your skin, tightening his hold on your interlocked fingers, getting completely lost in the feel of your tight warmth around him.
Before he knew it, you had turned your body a bit, and he had pushed your legs apart to get better access to your heat.
With an arm below you for his hand to hold yours, he took advantage of this position by using his other hand to pull one of your legs over his hip and for his fingers to find their rightful place between your legs.
You just kissed him. You kissed him like youâd die if you didnât, mumbling words of appreciation of your own between each kiss, broken up by moans and sighs and whimpers with every thrust of his hips and every circle drawn on your clit.
âYouâre so good to meâ, you mumbled, tightening your hold on his hand, moaning so prettily he almost blew then and there.
âAnd you to meâ, he replied simply, picking up his pace, relishing your scent and your warmth and just⊠you.
Time always seemed to slow down whenever you had sex, especially at these hours of the night, to the point where he could never tell how long itâd been since that first thrust. All Minho could register was how incredibly good he felt, how your heart was thumping fast in your chest, and how hard you were clamping around his cock.
The sounds you made whenever you came undone under his touch and his motions were like music to his ears, they spurred him on, borderline urged him to come himself. And there was certainly hardly anything he wouldâve enjoyed more right now than to blow his load while you were still spasming around him, while all you could mumble was his name, while all he could mumble was yours.
Your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and while the after effects of his orgasm still clung to every single one of his senses, you pulled him in for a slow, tender kiss. Minho immediately melted, holding you tighter and still enjoying the comfort of your inner walls.
When you pulled back from the kiss, he brushed his nose against yours, making you smile and giggle, and you sounded incredibly sleepy even after all that had transpired just minutes ago. He pulled you into his arms, entangling his legs with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
Everything was calm around you. The room was barely illuminated by the lampposts outside your windows, and Minho suddenly felt like humming a random song youâd been listening to earlier in the evening⊠So he did, all as he caressed your hair.
You nuzzled your face further into his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him tight. Right then, Minho figured that every choice he had ever made, that everything that had happened to him, had taken him to this moment, and if that were truly the case, then he honestly wouldnât have changed it for the world.
âBabe?â You mumbled, the sound slightly muffled against the fabric of his vest top.
âHm?â Minho kept caressing your hair, your back, holding you close and keeping you there.
âI love youâ.
He honestly couldnât help but smile. Of course he knew you loved him. Youâd shown him just how much countless times before. Not only throughout your relationship, but way before that⊠Heâd honestly known since that time you hugged him when he had shapeshifted into a wolf the very first time.
âI love you, kitten, baby⊠So muchâ.
You pulled away from his chest and looked at him, with a blinding smile on your face. Granted, he could hardly see it in the dark room, but he saw enough. Enough to know just how much you cared.Â
But alas, Minho was first and foremost your best friend, and even if he was melting on the inside with your confession, he just had to be annoying about it. âI canât believe you beat me to say it first, though. I wonât ever forgive youâ.
You gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to your mouth for emphasis. âHere I am? Baring my heart to you? And this is what I get? Fine, I wonât ever forgive you for never forgiving meâ.
You were just about to turn away from him, he just knew. So he held you tighter, keeping you in place while he laughed. Your façade crumbled immediately, and you laughed with him, all while he kept pressing kisses on your cheeks.
âGuess Iâll just have to say it as much as possible to get the upper handâ, Minho mumbled against your cheek, just before he started leaving behind an âI love youâ after every kiss he pressed on your heated skin.
When your chuckles died down, and he was satisfied with the amount of times he had professed his love, silence enveloped you both once again. Minho simply laid on his back, hugging you close as you laid your head on his chest, right over his heart.
He wasnât sure if it was the admittance of his feelings, or the hormonal rush of a good fuck, or your lavender scent that seemed to make him delirious sometimes, but, before he knew it, the words were coming out of his mouth with no way to stop them.
âWould you like to move in with me?â
No take-backsies now, he supposed.
You took in a deep breath, but remained silent for a moment.
It was just as Minho was about to panic that you finally spoke. âDo you think Chris would accept Sir Percival into the pack as well? Iâm not leaving him behindâ.
Minho couldnât help but chuckle. âHeâll have to. Otherwise Iâll threaten him until he doesâ.
It was all a bluff⊠mostly.
Minho would respect any decision Chris took, but if it came to it, he kind of knew that if he laid out why it was important to him to take in both you and Sir Percival, Chris would agree, so he wasnât particularly worried. Sir Percival already respected Chris, from what Minho knew, so he was almost ninety percent sure it wouldnât be a problem.
You took in another deep breath, pulling yourself away from Minhoâs hug so you could straddle him instead. With your full weight on his body and your hands on his chest, you looked down at him, taking in his features.
âI guess Iâll need to start applying for jobs, thenâ, you just smiled brightly at him.
Minho held your waist, smiling at you in return right before he pulled you down for a kiss. With you and Sir Percival there at the den, his family would finally be complete, and he felt as if his heart was about to burst at the thought.
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Hiii Can I request a James lee ( Lookism ) x Introvert Male!reader who often dresses in "feminine" clothes and who likes makeup plz please ?
I Just Like The Way You Are.
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James watched as [Name] did his makeup in front of his vanity mirror, he watched with interest at how his boyfriend was able to do his makeup so easily like it was 2nd nature.
He leaned against the the palm of his hand, as he watched from behind. [Name] caught James staring at through the mirror, he blushed seeing his boyfriend staring intently at him.
[Name] turned around to look at the red head. "I-Is something wrong James..?" He asked as he put down his makeup brush.
The red head was quiet before he stood up and walked over to [Name] making the boy confused on what James was doing, he stared at James who stared back at him. "James..?" "How..." [Name] looked at him confusion. "Huh...? What are you talking about James?" He asked before he felt James hand on his face, softly gripping his chin. "How can you be so beautiful?" James said making [Name] blush at the compliment.
"E-Eh? What are you talking about?" [Name] bashfully said as James chuckle as he took the sucker from his mouth.
"I'm just simply stating the truth, you look beautiful. With how you carefully applied your makeup and dress up in such cute feminine clothing, people would expect you are my girlfriend instead of my boyfriend." James said as [Name] slightly pouted.
James chuckled as he put his sucker back into his mouth. "What? I'm simply stating the truth.." He said as he kissed his boyfriend's forehead.
"But that's what I love about you, you're confident in yourself and don't let others stop you from doing what you feel comfortable.." James said making [Name] feel putty at his words as his pout turned into a smile.
"Whatever..."
[Name] said as he looked away and continued doing his makeup, James chuckle as he leaned against the table, watching as his boyfriend continued to do his makeup for their date today.
His eyes trailed down to the outfit [Name] was wearing today. The clothes he was wearing looked good on him, even if it was considered a girl's outfit and that [Name] shouldn't be wearing it because he's a boy.
But [Name] doesn't care what people or society says, he likes wearing it, he feels comfortable wearing it.
And that's what made James gravitate to him, seeing [Name] confident on what he does and is not afraid to show what he likes nor what other people think because of the way he is.
Just so what his interests and the way he dresses is considered to be a girl? He likes it and he feels amazing when he wear those. And James just loves it, in his opinion. It just made [Name] even more attracted to him.
James just loved him so much.
"James, are you ready?" He snapped out of thoughts when he heard [Name] call out to him, he looked at [Name] who was already done with his makeup. James smiled at nodded.
"Yup, c'mon. Let's go for our date."
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Okay imagine being at a club and some drunk loser won't leave you alone and then suddenly out of the blue this super hot Stanger aka our man DK swoops in and pretends to be your boyfriend till that loser leaves. You start the night with talking but it ends with his fingers buried deep inside you inside on of the bathroom stalls. (Yes okay I think this is hot enough)- Sam @dkakapizzaboy
P.s. this DK to be specific
SAM, OH MY I - the picture is enough to ruin me quite honestly.... but PLEASE i absolutely love this... ahem *cracking my knuckles* i cannot FOCUS with these thoughts but HERE WE GO, thank you so much for this inspo (i am dying inside) and I hope you enjoy (pls suffer with me)
warnings: smut (minors DNI, 18+ only), a sleazy man at the bar making unwarranted advances, fem-bodied reader! wears a skirt, Seokmin calls reader his girlfriend, pet names (babe), vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, semi-public sexual escapades, hand kink maybe?, fingering, I probably am forgetting something w/c: ~1.7k words
Seokmin couldn't stand it any longer. He had been watching you for quite some time now; at least long enough to the point that he has fully tuned out the loud chatter of his friends. Seokmin would not be able to jump back into the conversation if anyone were to ask him a question, as his focus has been set on the sleazebag who has been making advances on you at the bar for far too long.
You had been holding your own for a while, Seokmin had settled that since you were a stranger and you seemed quite independent, he would hold back on interjecting at first. However, anyone could tell that you were growing more and more uncomfortable as the drunken fool encroached in and consumed more of your personal space.
With one last sip of his beer, he finishes what remained of the golden liquid. Seokmin was abruptly hopping up out of his chair after growing restless. Mingyu shot him a questioning look, but Seokmin assured his friend with a pat on the back.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab another drink." Mingyu nods in acknowledgment. However, he does sense a shift in Seokmin's demeanor as the boy stalks over to the bar. It isn't typical to see Seokmin look so stern, his sharp features accentuated by the way he clenches his jaw.
Seokmin swiftly muscles between you and the guy who has been heckling you for the past ten minutes, acting on the spot when the guy visibly and verbally protests Seokmin's sudden appearance.
"Sorry I've been gone for so long, babe," Seokmin's gaze is warm and bright when he looks you in the eyes for the first time, immediately, maybe naively, earning your trust. A shimmer of concern flashes in his eyes which has you quickly catching onto his antics.
"No worries," you sigh, seeming relieved by his reliable presence, and the way your voice slightly wavers confirms Seokmin's suspicions that you had been highly uncomfortable prior to his interjection.
Seokmin observes that you are stunning, even more so up close than you were from afar. However, the way your eyes dart over his shoulders towards the clearly peeved man has Seokmin coming back to reality. He's turning to the man, piercing eyes providing him with one final warning.
"Sorry, bro. I'm stealing my girlfriend back, you can hit the road, man."
"All yours," the guy is clearly annoyed, but he's stumbling backward into the crowd with little hesitation.
Seokmin is scoffing at the guy's audacity, turning back to you with eyes that shift from sharp to kind in a matter of seconds.
"Are you OK?" Seokmin asks, his voice soft and smooth, yet deep enough to reverberate over the loud music of the bar. "I'm Seokmin by the way. Sorry, I had to hop in, that was going on for too long."
You chuckle, cheeks blushing upon realizing just how attractive your savior was. Yeah, you had the situation under control, but you couldn't deny you did appreciate his help. You're also quick to deem him as one of the sexiest men in the bar, the deep V of his button-up making your mind run wild for a second too long.
Hmm, sweet, sexy, and well-dressed. You could feel the arousal start to pool in your panties.
"I'm Y/N," you smile, gaze following his nimble fingers as he tries to get the bartender's attention. "Thanks for the help, I swore that guy wasn't ever going to leave."
You both chuckle, Seokmin flashes you a dashing smile that almost has you collapsing to your knees.
Was it always this hot in this bar? Why can't you stop staring at his hands that are now splayed out on the bar?
"What do you want to drink? Seems like you need one after that."
You scoff, "shouldn't I be buying you a drink after that? No one's ever acted like my fake boyfriend before."
"It would be my pleasure as your boyfriend to buy you a drink."
You're blushing, but you pray that the dim lighting of the bar won't show how warm your cheeks have become. "Hm, seems like now that one problem is gone, there is yet another problem," you banter, and it has Seokmin's smile extending up to his eyes.
You watch as his chuckle reverberates through his chest; long, deft fingers on display as his hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck shyly.
Oh, your panties have to be soiled by this point.
"I'm just kidding, you know," your voice is low, seductive, and tempting. It's clear something has shifted in the air between you two. You're emboldened by his stare, his carnal gaze darkening as he scans your body up and down.
Fuck it, your hand is wrapping around his wrist, and you're pulling him into the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.
You're both stumbling into the bathroom, locking the heavy door behind you two, and Seokmin's lips are clashing hungrily with yours. Your hands are roaming his body, running up his torso to his exposed chest, and fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.
"Ah, ah, ah," Seokmin scolds, breathing against your lips before running his tongue across your bottom lip. You grant him access, your tongues battling for dominance as his hands grasp yours. His larger hands envelop yours, sending shivers down your spine as he licks into your mouth, only making you grow hungrier for his touch. "Let me take care of you."
"Please," you simper, head falling to the side as his lips venture to your neck, one hand letting go of yours as it travels from your waist to your hip, and all the way down between your legs. His hand runs up and down your inner thigh, teasing the entrance under your skirt and nearing your panties.
The cool touch of his hand so close to your nether regions has you letting out a surprised moan. The hand that isn't between your thighs is darting up to your mouth.
"Hush, babe," Seokmin coos, large hand cradling your jaw as he probs his thumb at your lips. You are quick to pick up on his cue, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking at the digit. The innocence in your eyes almost has him crumbling for you.
His whole body quakes with desire when you circle your tongue over his thumb, his hand vibrating all from the way you moan and making him tingle all the way down to his cock. His eyes clamp shut when he runs his fingers over your folds, your damp panties indicating just how aroused you are.
He's quick to forgo your panties, dexterous fingers pushing the pesky lace away as he experimentally dips between your folds. Your cunt is warm, welcoming, and sticky with arousal just as he imagined.
You so badly needed his touch, your hips crooning into his as he begins to press his fingers even deeper into your dripping cunt. Seokmin's thumb is released from your lips when your jaw falls slap, head rolling back to fall against the wall of the bathroom.
A trail of your spit runs from your lips down your neck as Seokmin traces the strained muscles in your neck, watching how the tendons pull when his fingers fill you all the way.
You're holding onto his arms for dear life, your grip on him being the only thing that is keeping you standing as he begins to thrust his fingers relentlessly in and out of your cunt.
"H-holy shit, Seokmin," you breathe out a pathetic whine, eyes opening to meet his hazy, stormy ones. You can tell he's a bit breathless himself, his eyes darting between yours and where his fingers continue to get sucked back him, even deeper with each plunge into your hungry pussy.
You can feel the hardening bulge in his trousers, his length pressed up firmly against your hipbone, only making you feel even dizzier with desire. Seokmin doesn't let you touch him though when you attempt to.
"Please," he whispers, lips diving back down to capture yours. "I just want to get you off like this."
You mewl, nodding in agreeance when he curls his fingers even deeper inside of you. There is no way he could focus if you were touching him too, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of first.
You're shocked by how vocal he is, groaning into your neck as he leaves a hot trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Even when you moan a bit too loudly, his free hand is running back up to your mouth, clamping it shut so that no one can hear your sounds but him.
He's fingering you at a brutal pace, fingers curling expertly until your thighs begin to shake from the building heat in your core. You're moaning so loudly into Seokmin's hand that you're glad it is there.
Seokmin can feel your walls gripping his finger impossibly tight, feeling them flutter as you clearly approach your release.
"C'mon, Y/N," he breathes out, "let go for me."
You're nodding, listening to him as your walls clamp down before throbbing from euphoric release. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, juices covering Seokmin's hand as you shake in his hold.
You let out a reluctant sigh when Seokmin pulls his fingers from your cunt, immediately feeling empty when you're not filled by him. You moan in delight when his fingers, wet with your slick, come up to your mouth for you to taste yourself.
"So sexy," he sighs, almost looking sad as if he assumed the night was over.
"Your place or mine?" You propose, an evil glint in your eye that has Seokmin realizing he is in for a long night.
"Shit, let's go."
Mingyu sits back in his stool when he sees you and Seokmin slip by; his friend paying him no attention as you two seem to rush out of the bar. Mingyu chuckles to himself, Seokmin sure has a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.
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