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Dolly IV

~ part 4 of the Dolly series

pairing: lee know x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, horror/sci-fi

synopsis: the human body is the most fascinating thing and you know all about the intricate anatomy of it. ever so curious you purchase a human-looking doll and your life changes forever.

wc: 7.9k

warnings: death & dead bodies, reader is a mortician, mentions of needles and scalpels, sorry if there are any mistakes

nsfw warnings: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, blood play, knife play, creampies, spanking, oral (m)

~ divider by @bunnysrph

It's eerily quiet around you but that doesn't bother you. Not tonight, not ever. Sometimes the silence is comforting and helps you concentrate on the intricate work you do.

You've always been fascinated with death, ever since you were a child. You weren't scared of it, you welcomed it with your arms wide open and it was your father who exposed you to it since you were young.

It wasn't really on purpose, but having a funeral home inside your house and a curious child was not a good combination.

Your father was a good and warm man, offering a friendly tap on the shoulder and a few consoling words to grieving family members, the ones who sat in his office discussing details about funerals, their noses runny and eyes red from crying.

Not all of them were like that; some just sat there with a numb look on their face, a kind of silent sorrow etched inside their features while there were those that seemed completely emotionless.

You'd always lean behind the wall and listen to them discuss until your father would notice you and send you back to your room. The only room in the house that looked somewhat... alive.

Your father was pretty fascinated with death and any art that surrounded it, prints of Francisco Goya's black paintings adorned the walls in your house; Saturn Devouring his Son, Witches' Sabbath, Two Old Men, Judith and Holofernes, Two Old Ones Eating Soup, Atropos...

They captivated you in a way you couldn't put into words and sometimes they gave you torturous nightmares, but you weren't scared.

You welcomed the darkness into your heart completely; in fact you thrived off of it.

It was one quiet and calm evening when you tiptoed down to your basement. The moonlight cast a glow through the windows as your shadow passed by the paintings staring at you with their freakish eyes.

The door was ajar and you pushed it, the creaking sound cutting the silence of the dark night as your heart started beating in your ears.

There they were on the table. A person who had succumbed to Death itself.

Silently, you treaded towards the sheet-covered body but before your little hand could reach it, your father grabbed your wrist gently, scaring you out of your wits.

"What are you doing here, y/n? You know you shouldn't be here." he said, taking you away from your curiosities.

"I- I just wanted to see."

"I know, sweetheart but it's not the time yet. One day, hopefully, you will take over this business just like I took over from your grandfather. Now, go back to sleep."

"Okay." you nodded, albeit feeling a bit sullen that you didn't get to see the person under the sheet.

It's been years since that night, and now you were the one who offered consoling words and friendly pats on the shoulders of grieving family members.

Your father had succumbed to his illness, leaving you alone in this world, alone with all the darkness and death. Of course, you missed him dearly but he suffered so much in his last years that you were somewhat thankful to Death for taking him.

Wherever he was, you knew he was at peace and watching over you.

Taking over his business was the natural step for you, death was just a part of life, and preparing someone's loved one for their funeral felt honorable and you viewed the entire process as a kind of art. When you were old enough, your father started teaching you bits and pieces about preparation and the embalming process, and of course it was only natural for you to develop even more interest for it and get the needed education.

You worked as his assistant at first and when he got sick you became the caretaker and the mortician.

Of course, you couldn't be the one to prepare your father for his burial, it was too much as you watched him disappear more and more every day while he was sick and you wanted your last memory of him to be as peaceful as it can be.

It's been a few years since then, and you were now one of the most respected morticians in your small town. You kept to yourself mostly, only having one close friend since you were kids, Emily.

But you weren't lonely, you focused on your work and your hobbies, like reading, painting and writing poetry, all in the company of your fur baby, your cat named Shadow. You had rescued the elegant black cat off the street when she was just a small lost kitty and ever since then you became inseparable.

Though, even you weren't immune to the troubles of dating. Most of your partners were a bit put off by your work, to say the least, especially if they'd come around to your house which you had repainted black, the decoration was halloween all year around coupled with the creepy paintings on your walls and the fact that there are dead bodies in your basement wasn't really an aphrodisiac.

It was frustrating because you wished you could share your life with someone who'd be genuinely into the things that interest you.

That's why when you found yourself mindlessly scrolling through social media, an ad caught your eye.

Sex dolls.

You chuckled to yourself as you got more comfy under your blanket, Shadow cracking one eye open to look at you from where she was curled up.

You clicked on it.

One doll in particular pulled you in.

Minho, the dark dolly.

He was beautiful, his hair black and shaggy, falling over his eyes, his features were sharp and perfect, somewhat feline-like and his lips seemed sweet and plump.

You liked the outfit they chose for him, all black like you dressed 99% of the time completed with a choker around his neck.

He was perfect.

You scrolled around looking at the other dolls, they all seemed intriguing but Minho was the one you wanted the most.

Besides, some of them already sold so you decided not to wait and jumped on it, ordering yourself the dark dolly. And it didn't take long for him to be delivered to your house, in a big black box reminiscent of a casket. Shadow inspected the box immediately, sniffing and rubbing against it, she seemed to approve of it.

You opened it up eagerly, finally taking a look at your beautiful Minho and he was even more perfect in real life than all the pictures they had posted.

There was a letter inside the box and you opened it up.

Hello,

my name is Minho and I am your dark dolly.

I love cats, horror movies, yummy food and staying inside.

Please treat me with kindness, even though I like scary things, I have a soft soul so never forget to pat my head.

Hope you'll love me as much as I love you.

"I'm glad you love cats, otherwise I'd have to send you back." you joked, as Shadow put her paws on the box, sniffing around before meowing at you.

"You approve, I suppose?" you asked and your cat meowed once again so you were satisfied.

"I guess you do." you ripped off the rest of the bubble wrap, scaring your cat with your movements as she scurried away to her place on the sofa.

Your doll was dressed in a black button up shirt that was almost see-through, coupled with black leather pants and some fine shoes. He looked so alive, it would've been eerie if you weren't already used to looking at people lying down lifelessly before you.

You noticed a little note sticking out of his pocket so you pulled it out and opened it.

My kitten!

I got ready for our rendezvous.

I hope you like the outfit I chose and I hope you'll enjoy our first night together.

"Kitten, huh? Interesting." you smirked as you grabbed the manual, ready to read it from top to bottom but your curiosity got the better of you so you reached your hand to touch Minho.

"Oh." that definitely felt like human skin.

Something was wrong here and you felt it from the moment you laid eyes on his still body. But of course, you weren't afraid, in fact you were determined to find out the truth.

You read the entire manual carefully, going over it a few times, specifically the part where it said the doll can bruise.

How can the doll bruise if there's no blood inside its body?

"Hm." you threw the manual aside and finally lifted the doll out of its little casket, setting it down on the couch in the sitting position.

It took some time to adjust him but Shadow came to sniff Minho and rub against him, seemingly she liked him very much and you trusted your cat's intuition.

"Give me a moment." you said to the doll before running to get some stuff you needed from the basement.

"I'm sorry for this." you grimaced as you sat down next to Minho.

Just a little prick on the skin is what you needed so you grabbed his hand and brought it closer to you as you held the little needle in your other hand. Quickly, you pricked him and waited for a moment.

Nothing was happening so you sighed putting the needle on a tray you brought. You were just about to get up when you noticed it; a tiny droplet of blood oozing out of your doll's finger. With a gasp you stared at the red liquid.

Your mind was reeling and before you could stop yourself, you brought his finger to your lips, licking at the droplet, the metallic taste of blood was unmistakable. Your doll had real blood inside its body. Something about that frightened you, but that fear ignited a flame within you and you wrapped your lips around his finger, lightly sucking on it, the blood coming out slowly as you lapped at it.

"Oh. Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." Minho's eyes were shining and his pants were filling up, the button almost popping off.

He was big and usually you weren't this impatient but it's been some time. Your hand explored his muscular thigh, running up to cup his erection and you swore you could feel him twitch in your hand.

You scooted closer to him, hand tangling in his hair and it was surprisingly soft and it smelled of shampoo like he had just washed it. You leaned in to take a whiff before pressing kisses there all the way down to his cheeks. His soft skin under your lips felt heavenly and you were already getting addicted to him.

You pressed your lips into his softly, then pressed them again a bit harder as your hands roamed on his chest. He was muscle everywhere and you were fluttering on the inside, your arousal increasing the more you touched him.

A loud pop scared you as you jolted looking down to find the source. A small laugh escaped your lips when you realized that the button on his pants had actually popped off.

"Fine, you're eager." you chuckled, sliding his pants down, your eyes on his prominent bulge instantly. Your nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and strong biceps that were visible in the tanktop he wore.

"Wait. I should undress too." you said and Shadow perked up from her spot before standing up and rushing out of the living room like she had understood what was about to happen.

You took your robe off, letting it fall on the floor, you were left only in the silky black nightgown so slowly you slid that off too, the material pooling around your feet.

Minho seemed to have some kind of reaction, at least his neck flushed a little and you were wondering how it does that. How is any of this real?

That didn't matter after you stripped him completely, your eyes admiring the work of art before you. Hands touching and lips exploring, you didn't care about how freaky all this was.

Somewhere along the way you lost your panties, so you straddled Minho's lap, your hands grabbing his face. He was absolutely stunning and your pussy clenched at the look in his eyes. It seemed like there was a fire inside them, a passion burning wild.

Your hand wrapped around his cock, big and heavy in your hand, making you whimper at the thought of it being inside you. You ran the throbbing tip against your wet folds before slowly sinking down on him.

The stretch was delicious as you took him in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support, your hands splayed on his muscular back. When you adjusted, you slowly started to move up and down on his length, the squelching sounds filling up the room as you dripped on him.

It seemed as if Minho was looking at you and you sped up, bouncing on him faster, your moans getting louder as you neared your high.

Your nails dug into his flesh as you exploded around him, your hand running down to cup his ass which made him cum too, the warm liquid filling you up and making your eyes roll back.

"Wow." you gasped. Only when you lifted up and circled the couch, you saw that his back had angry red scratch marks.

"Shit, I'm sorry." you leaned over to look at Minho's face.

He seemed to be smirking just a tiny bit?

"I hope it doesn't hurt." you said, not forgetting to pat and caress your dolly's head. You pressed a few small kisses on his cheek before leaving to get cleaned up.

When you came back, Minho was waiting for you in the same position so you cleaned him too and put some of his clothes back on, the pants definitely needed some mending.

"A sex doll?" Emily looked at you in disbelief, holding Shadow in her arms like a baby, moving the cat left and right.

"Yes, isn't he beautiful?" you smirked, patting Minho's head as he sat in your kitchen, company to you and your friend.

"I mean, he is. It's just a little creepy." she said and you gave her a pointed look which made her laugh. "But I shouldn't be surprised when it comes to you. He really looks human though." Emily added, coming closer to the doll as Shadow jumped out of her arms.

"Here's the thing. I pricked his finger the other day and he bled." you told her, adjusting on your chair as you picked up your cup of tea.

"He what? Now, that's creepy. Are you sure it was blood? Maybe it's some kind of trick?"

"Nope, it was definitely blood." you shook your head.

"Hm. Can you like open him up?" Emily asked, making you chuckle.

"Do you know how much I paid for him? I'm not about to cut him up, besides the manual said not to mutilate the doll."

"And why is that? Because they don't want you to know the doll's secrets? Just think about it." Emily shrugged. "Anyways, I have to go. Call me if you find anything out." she added, wiggling her brows.

You took a look at Minho, it hasn't even been a week since he was in your house, but he blended in perfectly with the rest of the decor, even when he was more than that. Shadow seemed to love him, always rubbing against his legs and sleeping on his lap. Animals had a sixth sense when it came to things like this so you trusted that you weren't in any danger. Still, you were so curious.

-

Come evening, you were in a mood.

There was music blasting from your speakers, the lights were all out except the dimmed moody ones and a few candles here and there. The tv was on too, a silent horror film playing on it. Outside, it was raining hard, almost drowning out any other sounds as big droplets kept hitting your window.

Shadow was tucked away in her room and you were wearing lingerie.

Minho was sat on your couch, you turned him to look directly at you as you downed a glass of wine before you started swinging your hips seductively.

The music took you over and you danced, forgetting about everything around you, including your companion Minho whose eyes were following every single movement, unbeknown to you.

"Oh!" you spun a little too fast, colliding with the side of the sofa and chuckling to yourself.

Your eyes fell to Minho, then the coffee table where you had left some cake and knife to cut it with. You bit on your lip as you made your way towards him slowly.

You picked up the knife, twirling the handle once, twice as you smirked at the dolly.

"Are you scared, doll?" you leaned towards him, your tits almost falling out of your skimpy bra as you pointed the knife at Minho.

He didn't seem to react at all.

"No? How about now?" you asked, leaning the knife on his cheek gently. "Or now?" you added, sliding it down his chest and abdomen slowly all the way towards the bulge that appeared in his boxers.

"Enjoying this? I'm glad." you smirked, putting the knife aside for a moment to unhook your bra and slide down your panties.

You undressed Minho too, spreading his legs a little and adjusting him before you turned your back to him.

"Like what you see?" you ran your hands up your hips to your waist as you looked back at him.

The reflection of the candlelight burned in his eyes as you slowly sat in his lap, his length filling your pussy up perfectly, your feet planted on the floor. A moan escaped your lips when you found purchase on his thighs, bracing yourself as you started to bounce on him. The sound of your ass slapping against his abdomen filled up the room and you threw your head back, enjoying the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot.

"Ah! Fuck, Minho!" you moaned his name, feeling him twitch inside you instantly and you gasped as you came, lifting off of him and squirting all over his thighs. What a sweet mess.

"Oh." you moaned, taking him in once again as you sat down and started moving up and down, your thighs burning from exertion. You reached back to grab a handful of his ass, making the doll fill you up.

You leaned on him, your back flush against his chest as you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around you.

"I kinda wish you would come to life but at the same time I don't know if you'd like me. Right now, you have no choice. Isn't that kinda fucked up?" you looked up at Minho but there was no sign of reaction or movement. "Well, don't move. I'll be right back." you joked as you stood up.

You prepared a bath for the both of you, struggling a little to get him in but as soon as you did, you sat between his legs and relaxed in the warm water.

Shadow appeared in your bathroom, meowing at you.

"What is it?" you chuckled, leaning a little to the side to look at her.

Your cat's tail twitched a few times as she stared at Minho, releasing a few more meows before sitting down and continuing to stare at him. You looked back at your doll but he was chilling, looking straight ahead like he always does.

Eventually, Shadow gave up the staring and left the bathroom. Huh, that was weird, you thought but brushed it off as cat behavior.

After drying yourself and the dolly, you got dressed and tucked him in your bed. After years of sharing your bed only with your cat, it was nice to also have someone fill up the empty side of it. And Minho was warm and soft in a way, you had no idea how they made him like that but in the tired and lonely moments, you didn't care.

It's been almost a month since Minho entered your life and you shared almost every moment with him. He had watched you cook and clean, do your hobbies, play with your cat. But, you had yet to take him downstairs.

You weren't even sure if you wanted to. But you were dragging him around the house all the time like a kid drags their favorite teddy bear so you didn't see the harm in it.

Whenever a grieving family came to talk to you, Minho was tucked away in the safety of your room. Today, a particularly loud widow came in to cry to you about her husband who was now in your basement, waiting to be prepared for his funeral.

You reassured her he was in best hands and that you'll make him look as wonderful as you can, since the accident he passed away in had ruined his face.

You just needed to get some things from a few shops before starting, and as soon as the widow left you went to your room to see Minho.

"I'm going to town. I'll be back soon, honey." you chuckled, giving him a peck and a few pats on his soft hair.

You were done with shopping quickly and as the sun was setting you decided to walk across the main square and have a short stroll since you weren't carrying many things.

You saw a little crowd gathered there around someone so naturally curious, you made your way towards it.

An artist was sitting on a little stool, painting a portrait of one of the onlookers. You peered down to look at the canvas, hypnotized by the brush strokes and the movement of this person's hand.

Your eyes followed his arm to his face and your brows furrowed. He looked somewhat familiar. You were trying to think where you had seen him before but kept coming up blank.

"Do you want a portrait?" his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, yes sure." you nodded and he started working on it immediately.

He was talented and quick and you kept observing him as he worked, still trying to think where he was familiar from.

"Here. Done." he smiled proudly and you chuckled.

"Thank you, it's really good." you took out your wallet. "Here." you gave him a 100, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, thank you! T-this is a lot! Thank you so much!" he bowed a little as he took the bill from you.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"H-Hyunjin, miss." he looked a little panicked and you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Have I seen you somewhere?" you asked and he chuckled nervously, and you noticed a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Maybe you've seen me paint here." he said but you still weren't convinced.

"Maybe. You come here often?"

"I'm trying to make some money to buy a gift for my lover." Hyunjin smiled fondly and you smiled back.

"That's sweet."

"Thank you. Your portrait." he said as you stood up.

"Oh, thanks for that again. Bye, Hyunjin." you said as you grabbed it.

"Bye, miss." he yelled behind you as you walked away.

-

Finally, you took Minho down to your basement. You put him in safe distance from all the chemicals as you got ready to begin your work.

Minho sat in the corner, his eyes twitching a few times as he stared at your skilful hands. You worked almost on autopilot as you have done this a hundred times, rinse and repeat.

It took a few hours but the man finally looked at peace, you had reconstructed his face as much as you could for an open casket, the embalming process taking up most of the time after that.

After putting the body away and cleaning everything up, your eyes fell to Minho and you friend's words rang inside your mind.

Maybe you could take a little peak inside him? You stood there contemplating, remembering that he did in fact bleed when you pricked him, so if you cut him it might be even messier. You didn't want to hurt him but as always, you were too curious for your own good.

Minutes later, your dolly was shirtless on your table, a scalpel in your hand. Never has your hand trembled but as you brought the blade closer to his skin, your fingers twitched ever so slightly. Your heart sped up as you took a deep breath, pressing the scalpel softly against the doll's skin.

Suddenly, he lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist, his eyes moving to look at you as you screamed, trying to step back but he held on tightly, taking a deep breath that sounded somewhat painful.

"Don't hurt me." he pleaded, his voice raspy as he took in shallow breaths.

You snatched your hand away, the scalpel clattering on the floor as your wide eyes took in the sight before you. Your dolly was alive.

"I always had this irrational fear that some day one of the dead bodies I was working on would wake up." you chuckled.

"I wasn't dead." he sat up slowly and you rushed to him, seeing he was dizzy.

"I know. You bled when I pricked your finger."

"By the way, that hurt." he gave you a look and you shrugged with a smirk.

"What about the part that came after it?" you asked breathlessly as Minho's eyes softened.

"That was more fun." he smirked, making you chuckle. "Can we go upstairs? The fumes are making me nauseous."

You helped Minho up, taking him to the kitchen where he drank four glasses of water quickly while you heated up dinner.

"So, you were aware of everything the entire time?" you asked and he nodded, his cheeks becoming rosy. "I figured as much. Something was fishy ever since you came here. I knew you were alive."

Shadow appeared in the kitchen, jumping up on Minho's lap immediately and he wrapped his arms around the cat, caressing her. She meowed and started purring as she pushed her head into his hand.

"She approved of you from day one."

"I'm glad she did."

"Here, eat and then we can talk." you said, as if this was the most normal thing ever.

-

"It's so nice to be able to move and be outside in the fresh air." Minho noted as the two of you decided to take a walk in the woods behind your house.

The woods were comforting always and even more beautiful now with all the autumn colors painting the leaves. It was a bit chilly but you dressed well, the fresh air was helping you clear your mind.

"I bet it is. So, what do you remember before being here with me?"

"I remember a lab. Tables like the ones in your basement, I remember I didn't look like this from the beginning. I also remember I could walk and move and talk before they put something inside us. We were plugged to something and suspended in water tanks. There was eight of us."

"Oh, I saw the others on the site! Do you remember them?"

"Yes, I do. We all had our cells before they put us in the tanks. Chan was made first. Then there was me, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and lastly Jeongin." Minho explained.

"Wait, Hyunjin?" you suddenly remembered the artist you ran into.

"Yes, he liked to paint."

"I saw him today!"

"You saw Hyunjin?" Minho's eyes widened. "Like this? Alive?"

"Yeah. Do you think the others are somewhere around here too?"

"Could be. I really miss them. We tried, y/n. We tried to fight the company but there were too many of them and we were kept in such a controlled enviroment. They kept injecting something with these big needles, it would make us sleepy."

"Do you remember anything before the lab?"

"As much as I dig around my mind, I only remember the lab."

"What do you mean, you didn't look like this the in the beginning?" you asked after a quiet moment of taking in everything Minho had told you.

"Well, I don't wanna gross you out with gory details." he said and you laughed.

"Honey, I'm a mortician."

"Right, you poke around dead people." he smiled teasingly.

"What a way to put it." you chuckled.

"Well. If you must know, they added skin later."

"Oh... Oh. So, I'm guessing maybe you're not human? Or at least, not entirely?" you said.

"I have no idea." Minho shrugged with a sigh.

Your hand brushed his as the leaves crunched under your feet.

You took hold of his hand, noticing his shy smile and rosy cheeks as your fingers entwined.

"We'll figure it out."

It's been about two weeks since Minho woke up and you had no idea your dolly would be so shy.

He avoided talking about what he was actually made for and never mentioned you using him for your pleasure multiple times. Minho enjoyed cooking for you and playing with your cat as much as he enjoyed watching you work and being the one to hold you during cold nights.

It was safe. It was comforting. You had found someone who was genuinely interested in what you do. Even when he was a little annoying, asking question after question like a curious child, his shiny eyes staring at you closely as he breathed in your personal space and kept asking stuff like 'What are you doing now?', 'What is that?', 'Why are you putting it there?'.

It was adorable as much as it was irritating, and you loved it.

Outside, it rained hard as you sat on your window bench, reading quietly while Minho sat on the sofa, cuddling with Shadow.

You gave him time to get used to everything, but you were feeling kind of impatient at the same time. Minho was observant, he learned all your little movements, the tone of your voice, what your sighs meant. He loved all the little details that made you you.

So, he stood up and made his way to you which got your attention, and you looked up from your book just in time as he stood in front of you.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and your eyes widened.

"Of course." you smiled then, your face heating up.

Minho sat down close to you, gently grabbing your book from your hands and putting it aside before he touched your face softly. He leaned in and you waited with bathed breath for his lips to collide with yours.

It wasn't what you expected, fireworks and passion, it was more gentle, more profound. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world.

"I'm sorry I made you wait. It's just, I'm scared that somehow I will go back to how I was before. And I don't want that to be in that... prison anymore. Being able to see and hear it all but being unable to react, it was terrifying and I still have nightmares about it." Minho confessed as you ran your hands through his soft hair.

"That's not gonna happen, okay?"

"How are you so sure that it won't?" Minho asked.

"Because... I love you and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." you said, Minho's lips trembled as he searched your eyes before a sweet smile spread on his lips.

"I love you too, my kitten." he smirked before leaning in, this time giving you a more passionate kiss.

It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate as Minho pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. Your hands tangled in his hair as his roamed your body, exploring your curves and dips like he had always wanted to.

He kneeled between your legs, his knee pressed against your core and you whimpered into his mouth as he smirked against yours.

"My sweet kitten, I've always wanted to take care of you." he looked at you, eyes darkened with lust as you gripped onto his strong arms, your hips moving on their own as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his knee.

"M-Minho." you whined, throwing your head back and his lips attached to your neck and collarbone, traveling down between your breasts as he left hungry kisses everywhere. His hands gripped your waist before sliding down to grab your ass and lift you up.

You squealed as he turned your body towards the window; the view outside was breathtaking, all the leaves twirling in the wind, the rain dragging them down and washing them away just as the sky darkened.

"Here?" you gasped and he chuckled.

"Everywhere." he whispered in your ear before lifting your little nightgown and revealing your lacy panties.

"Very sweet." Minho grabbed handfuls of your ass and you moaned, nails scratching at the bench you were just sitting on. His fingers slid on your folds, your arousal soaking through the lace as he kept touching you, giving you a few spanks with his other hand.

You moaned his name, pushing back into him, your body craving for more; you were so touch starved that you lost your mind immediately, melting into Minho and giving him total control over you.

He wanted you as much as you wanted him so he slid your panties down just enough to have access to your wet pussy as he slid his pants and boxers down at the same time.

"I promise I'll take it slow later. I just need to have you right now." he breathed out as you felt the tip of his hard cock press and slide against your folds.

"Take me, Minho, please!" you pushed back again and he spanked you quickly, making you whimper.

"Stay still, kitten." he purred as he slowly pushed in and the stretch was perfect, your pussy taking him in easily until he filled you up completely.

"You feel perfect around me." he groaned as he started moving slowly, his hands splayed on your ass as you pressed your forehead into one of the decorative pillows on your window, little gasps and moans escaping your lips.

"Ah!" you moaned loudly when he hit your spot, biting down on the pillow as Minho's hand tangled in your hair, lifting your head up slowly.

"Let me hear you, kitten." he said, fucking into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping skin making your ears warm up in embarrassment. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the window, seeing the expression on Minho's face sent shivers down your spine, your pussy clenching around his cock.

You let go and started moaning loudly, and the louder you got the faster he fucked into you.

"Just like that." he whined and you gasped, cumming around his length, making him more slippery and wet as he held onto you.

It only took a few more erratic thrusts before Minho exploded inside you, his warm cum filling you up deliciously and making you cum once more at the feeling of it.

"Oh." he gasped as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly for a few moments. You finally turned around, grabbing his face and giving him a sloppy wet kiss.

"I love you." you smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

"I love you. I'm glad I came to you." he whispered.

"Me too."

The two of you were cuddled up with Shadow under a blanket, watching a horror movie per Minho's request when your doorbell rang.

"That must be Emily." you stood up quickly and Minho looked at you with a panicked look in his eyes.

"You sure she won't freak out?" he asked and you shook your head.

"No, she's literally seen everything with me." you chuckled as you went to open the door. Minho sat still on the couch, cuddling Shadow to calm his fast beating heart.

"Emily, I'd like you to meet someone." you pulled your best friend into the living room and she looked at Minho confusedly for a moment.

"Didn't we meet already?" she chuckled and Minho's lips fell open.

"She's not gonna faint is she?" he asked, making the both of you laugh.

"Not that I know of." Emily said with a shrug. "Look Minho, when you're friends with y/n for years, nothing really surprises you anymore. Plus, she told me in advance. Everything that happened and what you remember." she added as you served some tea for her.

"Minho sometimes has nightmares about the company." you added.

"Did you remember any more details?" Emily asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Not really. Just bits and pieces, it's more like feelings. Fear, dread, isolation. I especially hated when they experimented on us, the tables. I don't know what they did to us cause I couldn't move and look down but it hurt. The water tanks seemed to alleviate the pain though." Minho explained.

"Okay, now that is creepy." Emily said and you nodded.

"Did you manage to find anything on the site?" you asked her and she shook her head.

"I tried hacking it. It has top security on it, it's out of my skill range." Emily sighed. "I wish I could be of more help."

"Hey, you being here is enough for me." you grabbed her hand as she smiled.

"Oh, do you maybe know where the company is?" Emily suddenly remembered and Minho shut his eyes tightly, willing himself to think of the location.

"Ugh. I can't remember no matter how much I try. I don't remember traveling from there to your house." he looked at you.

"It's okay. We can try again another day." you said, caressing his back to calm him down.

It was all so suspicious and you were too interested in finding out more about where you dear dolly came from.

You were enjoying an afternoon nap when a loud clatter jolted you out of your dreams.

"What are you doing, Min?" you rubbed your eyes as you walked into the kitchen.

"Oh. I'm making dinner for us. It's been exactly five months since I came here so I wanted to do something special." he said, his cheeks rosy.

"Aw, you are so sweet." you melted instantly, making him chuckle shyly.

When you sat down to eat the delicious meal he prepared, you got to thinking.

You've never been so happy or felt so seen. Living with Minho, sharing the day and night with him came easy to you. Everything seemed more lively since he came into your life, even death became an afterthought when you spent time with Minho.

"Thank you for the wonderful dinner." you smiled.

"Of course." he stood up and you followed quickly, almost knocking your chair down.

"Wait here a sec." you told him before running off to your room. If he had made an effort with the main course, you were going to make effort with the dessert.

Minho decided to tidy up as he waited for you, his heart beating hard in anticipation. While you were sleeping, he saw the lacy set you had put out in your closet earlier and he was so excited to see you in it... or take it off of you.

"Min, come here!" you yelled from the room once you were ready and Minho all but tripped over his feet, the carpet and Shadow who was lounging in her spot before he came to you, looking as cool as a cucumber. He leaned on the wall and smirked at you.

"What do you think?" you asked, giving him a little twirl. The lingerie you wore left nothing to imagination.

"I think you look stunning." he said, somewhat breathlessly as his face heated up.

"You gonna do something about it?" you taunted and he made his way to you, his eyes filling up with lust.

His hands landed on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips pressing against yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pressed your body as close as you could to his and his hands slid down to grab your ass.

You moaned into his mouth as he started massaging it, then giving it a few loving spanks.

"Fuck, let me take care of you, my love." you pushed him towards the night stand and Minho's eyes widened as you got down on your knees.

"Oh." he let out a quiet sound as you slid his pants and boxers down, not wanting to waste any more time. His cock was already hard and ready for you to play with and you were just too eager.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his length as you leaned in closer, giving a few kitten licks to his tip, collecting the drops of pre cum on your tongue.

Minho breathed in sharply, his hands grabbing at the night stand behind him. You smirked, swirling your tongue around the tip, occasionally dipping it into his slit and trying to tease him as much as you could.

"Kitten." Minho moaned quietly, his hand tangling in your hair as you started sucking on the tip gently.

You were sure you couldn't take all of him but you were even more sure you were going to try anyways, so you slid down, taking more of his length in and trying to get used to it.

"You look so beautiful right now." Minho smirked, gripping your hair and holding you against him tightly. You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body as you slid down more.

You bobbed your head up and down, wetting his cock with your spit and gagging around him multiple times and Minho couldn't help his desire as he slowly started to fuck into your warm mouth.

"Ah, y/n!" he groaned, accidentally pushing harder and making you gag. You slid off of him and he looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his palm gentle against your cheek.

"No, I'm fine." you said, biting on your lip. "Just very needy right now."

"For what?" he smirked and you whined.

"You."

"Get on the bed, kitten." he said and you stood up immediately, lying down on the bed.

Minho climbed in after you, kneeling between your legs as he pushed your panties aside.

"This what you need?" he smirked, sliding the tip of his cock against your wet folds.

"Mm, yes." you moaned, already arching your back at the slightest touch.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced." he smirked.

"Please!" you whined desperately, making Minho chuckle.

"Okay." he said but you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes and you knew he was going to tease you some more.

He pushed in just the tip, fucking you slowly with it.

"Ah, Min!" you whined as he kept smirking, giving you a minimal amount of stimulation.

Your eyes teared up in frustration as Minho kept fucking you only with the tip, your pussy clenching and begging for more.

"Please, please!" you cried.

"More?" he teased, pushing a bit more in and staying still.

"All of it."

"As you wish darling." he said before pushing all of his length in and fucking you slowly.

You moaned as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and Minho held you close as he kept rocking his hips into you.

You reached bliss together, wrapped up in each other, completely content.

"Wait." you giggled as Minho started getting up so he can get a cloth to clean you up.

"What?" he asked and you pulled him closer, patting his head gently.

"Oh." he giggled cutely before standing up and almost running off to the bathroom.

While you laid there waiting for him, your phone started ringing.

"Ugh." you groaned and rolled over to grab it.

"Hello?"

"Miss l/n?"

"Yes, this is she." you sat up, thinking it was someone calling for your funeral services.

"We are calling regarding our dolly collection. We understand you have purchased our dark doll, Minho." the cold voice on the other end said.

"Yes, I have."

"We regret to inform you that the collection will be pulled back from the public and we will be taking all the dolls back to our company due to a malfunction. You will get your refund of course. We will come pick the doll up tomorrow morning." they said right as Minho came in.

"Okay, thank you for calling." you said politely before finishing the call.

"Who was that?" Minho asked.

"It was your company, apparently they are taking all the dolls back to the lab due to a malfunction."

"What? Please, don't let them take me! I can't go back there!" Minho looked angry and scared instantly.

"Oh they can come here. But they won't find anything. I have a plan, my love." you smirked.

You were not about to let anyone take away your happiness.

The doorbell rang at 9am sharp and you took a deep breath before opening the door.

There were six men in black suits and emotionless faces standing there and looking at you.

"We've come to pick the doll up."

Suddenly, you hiccuped and started crying.

"He is gone! My dolly is gone! I woke up this morning and looked for him everywhere. But there is no trace of him. I-I put him in my bed like always but he disappeared!" you cried and the men exchanged a look.

"Mind if we take a look around?" one of them asked.

"Please, go ahead." you let them in and they started snooping around immediately. Shadow hissed at them, running away as soon as one of the men came anywhere near her.

They were definitely dangerous.

"W-what kind of malfunction happened to the dolls?" you asked, blowing your nose in a napkin.

"We aren't allowed to discuss that." they answered.

"What's downstairs?" one of them asked.

"My preparation room. This is a funeral home." you said and they gave you suspicious looks.

"Can we take a look there?"

"Of course." you nodded and opened the door.

Then men looked around as you followed them, still crying silently and hiccuping a few more times.

"Well, he is not here. Don't worry about it, miss. You will still get your refund and the doll will be found." they finally gave up after checking every nook and cranny, or so they thought.

"Okay, thank you for coming." you said as they left.

You waited for them to get into their van and drive away before you ran back downstairs.

"They left!" you quickly opened one of the caskets and Minho sat up, taking a deep breath in.

"Gosh, I almost suffocated. I could hear them walking around here, it was so scary." he said as you grabbed his face gently.

"But they didn't find you." you smiled.

"No, thanks to my genius lover." he smiled back at you as you leaned in to kiss him.

"What do we do now?" he asked when you parted.

"We wait to get the refund. And then we'll see what our next step will be."

"Are you sure they won't come looking for me here again?" Minho sighed.

"They can try. But I won't let them take you away from me. I promise."

Minho wrapped his arms around you tightly, putting all his trust into your hands.

You knew you were running a risk as long as you stayed here, but there were preparations needed to be done before you could get away.

And you wanted to make sure there was no trace left for the wrong people to find you.

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[sugawhaaa]

SKZ HEADCANONS

The type of women they like in bed...

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, shower sex (Hyunjin), cowgirl (Changbin, Felix), BDSM (minho) Collar (Minho) creampie (Chan)

Pairing:: ot8!Skz x fem!reader

A/N:: so I started with ateez and now I'm done skz should I do...a txt version 🤨 or maybe piwon 🤭

Skz masterlist:: 🍒

Taglist:: @weallneednamjesus @strykdsstanot8

Emotional, a girl who will let him take care of her in many ways

Chan has many different sides to him in bed but no matter what, he loves to cherish his partner. He wants to be able to treat her like a princess or a slut or just his girlfriend.

"You're so pretty like this," Bangchan groans before leaning down to kiss your neck, his hips never losing their pace. You can't even reply because you're so focused on the sensation of his fat cock stretching you wide open. "How you feeling baby?" He tucks a strand of your hair back. You let out a choked moan as you try to form words.

"Good," You claw at his back as you struggle to speak. "Faster please," You whine and Chan smiles shyly.

"Already?" He asks in a teasing and genuine way.

"Yes please! Fuck, I can take it," You assure him and he grins before snapping his hips against yours. The room fills with a symphony of screams of pleasure and the clap skin on skin. As Bangchan pounds into you he leans back, holding your hips, to admire your body. The way you squirm and twitch, the way you pant and moan and reddened face, the way tears of raw desire build in your eyes, and it's all because of him.

Obedient, a woman that'll listen to him and enjoy it

Minho loves to be in control during sex but he doesn't want his partner thinking their opinions aren't valid. He needs his woman to understand that this is his way of showing love and that he just wants to love on her...hard.

"C'mon, look at me baby," Minho says as he lifts your chin up to look at him, however the vibrator pressed against your core drew your attention more. "You need to keep being good for me alright?" He tugs on your collar slightly to draw your attention. You nod with a little whine and Minho smirks, his power over you shining through.

"C-Can I cum yet?" You ask between heavy breaths, the band in your stomach tightening its knot.

"Soon baby, hold on as long as you can," He then leans into your ear, his breath ghosting over your ear. "The longer you last the greater your reward babygirl," Minho smiles before bringing a hand up to your breast, cupping it in the soft lingerie. "shh, you've been doing so good," He says before smirking. His opposite hand creeps down to your vibrator, ticking it up a few setting, the vibrations now more intense than ever. You squeal and arch your back, your head falling back as well. Minho chuckles darkly at your reaction. "So cute~"

Comfortable, a girl who will make him feel safe and relaxed

Changbin has rough appearance and exterior but everyone knows he's very vulnerable inside. He needs to find someone who will keep that vulnerability safe, especially when indulging in something like sex.

It was moments like these you really cherished with Changbin. Your bodies nearly bare and pressed up against each other, your tongues intertwined as your hands frantically search for a place to rest. Changbin holds the back of your head, his fingers sorting through your hair, as he hungrily kisses your lips.

"I need you," You pull back to announce and Changbin smiles shyly, looking down.

"Whatever you need," He kisses your cheek as his hands trail down to your ass, picking you up and lifting you higher up his lap. His mouth finds yours again as he messily helps you take off your panties but you're too impatient to let him take off his underwear, instead you grind against his boner. He moans quietly, his brows furrowed at the new sensation. "Wow that feels..." His hands fall to your sides, relaxingly resting on your hips. "Keep doing that baby and I might cum in my clothes," He chuckles as he tosses his head back.

Gentle, a woman that will put care into every touch

Hyunjin has a frail heart and he can be a little sensitive to such intense feelings such as lust. He needs someone to calm him and occasionally steer him during sex.

"Yes fuck, are you slipping baby?" Hyunjin grunts as he slows his hips, making sure the wet surface wasn't causing you any risks.

"No, I'm okay, keep going," You pant softly and rest your head against the shower wall again. Each one of his thrusts was deep and passionate, the pace was slow but the strength was there. You bounce against the wall with each pound and Hyunjin comes around to hug you, pulling you off the wall like a starfish.

"Is...Is this position okay?" He asks shyly as his wet hair clings to your shoulders, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"God yes," You moan and throw your head back. He begins to thrust into you again, hitting up deep in that one spot that makes you scream. Hyunjin focuses hard as he watches your body from over your shoulder. "Yes right there, keep going," You moan, subtly praises him. Hyunjin has to hide his smile as he fucks you faster, hoping to receive more praise later.

Passionate, a woman who will bask in his presence

Felix has a bit of a clingy side, but it's not as much physical as it is emotional. He needs that person release on especially when it's his love.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that baby," Felix encourages in his thick Aussie accent but a hint of something else lingers in his voice; perhaps lust, hunger or love? His hands stay fastened to your hips as you hop on his lap, his cock slipping in and out of your warmth. Felix rests his head in the crook of your neck as he pants heavily, his hot breath ghosting over your damply sweaty skin. He lets out a low growl before tossing his head back. "Oh yeah, harder baby, c'mon bounce on me," He smirks softly at the lewdness of his words.

"I can't," You breathe out softly and Felix sits up again, holding your hips with more strength.

"You can babygirl," He kisses your jaw before assisting in lifting your body up then back down on him. His cock hit imaginably deep very hard, making you moan loudly, eyes wide. "That's it, feels good doesn't it?"

Needy, a girl who will match his constant need for relief

Han is undoubtedly clingy and loves the feeling of hands and attention on him. Jisung needs a girl who won't mind his constant need and ache for her. This fact transfers into the bed as well, he gets aroused easily, especially with physical stimulation, and he needs a partner will understand and care for his needs.

"Baby..." Han whispers as you peacefully sleep. He gently shakes your shoulder and you startle awake, forcing your eyes open. "I'm sorry," Jisung instantly regrets waking you and hides his face in the plush white sheets.

"What's wrong?" You ask groggily as you prop yourself up with your elbows. As your eyes adjust to the lighting you notice Han looks quite distressed; his eyebrows are curled upward, his lips swollen and red, his eyes glossy and his face and hair damp from presumably sweat. "Is everything okay?" You sit up, alerted by his appearance.

"Yeah but I um..." He blushes and looks away, ashamed of his behavior. "I had a wet dream and I've been trying to get off but..." He bites his lip before looking at you. He lets the plump skin between his teeth go with a sigh. "I need your help," He whines and your heart melts at his puffy cheeks and doe eyes.

"Of course, what do you need?" You watch as he sits up beside you, the blanket falling to reveal his broad chest.

"Anything...your hands, your touch, your voice, just be here with me," He whines as he extends a shaking hand toward you. "I need you," He caresses your jaw before pulling you into a deep kiss.

Patient, a girl who can wait for and understand him

Seungmin feels a little conflicted about his sex life. There's times when he's really into it and other times he can't find the lust to indulge in. He needs a girl who will respect his boundaries and understand his conflicting emotions.

Seungmin lays back on the bed after a long day with hands tucked behind his head, a thoughtful look on his face. As you put away your laundry you notice his stern expression. "You look scary when you're thinking," You smile, your voice light hearted. "What's got you thinking so hard?" You ask sincerely, assuming he's stressing about work. You set aside your laundry and sit next to him. Seungmin tenses as you come closer.

"Not sure...I feel," He looks away, pausing for a moment. "I feel like I wanna have sex but I'm so tired. My body feels weak from working," He groans as he props his head back, his arms now limp at his sides.

"That's okay," You smile, trying to assure him that he's feeling normal.

"It's annoying," He grumbles with a little pout. He shifts his hips and a blush creeps up his neck. "Could you...help me?" Seungmin asks hesitantly before making eye contact.

"Of course, lay down," You push his chest down softly, encouraging him to relax. As you do so you notice the throbbing tent in his jeans; you tilt your head in curiosity. "Is this what's been bothering you?" You smirk softly and he looks away from you with a slight pout.

Daring, a girl who will take the lead and follow his lead

Jeongin has a switch in his sexuality. Sometimes he wants to be on top, be mean, be hard, be in control and other times he wants to be hurt, broken and rebuilt as someone else's. He needs a lady who will be able to do both: fold for him and fold him.

"What's it gonna be tonight?" Jeongin says as he kicks his feet up on the bed, his elbows propped up to hold his jaw. He watches as you walk around the bedroom, doing chores, while he patiently waits for you to finish and indulge in some lust. "Maybe you'll let me bend you over the bed or desk?" He says with a devilish smirk before rolling onto his back, his legs now crossed. "then let me fuck you into the wall of the shower for round two," He tilts his head as he watches you get flustered by his words, your focus fading as you brush your hair. "Or would you rather pull out the sex toys and use me until I cry?" Jeongin just kept egging you on until you reply.

"Bending over sounds nice," You smile with red cheeks as you sit beside him on the bed. He instantly pulls you closer by your hips, setting you in his lap. He nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"I was hoping you'd let me fuck you tonight," He flicks his tongue out to snake around your ear, making your body shiver with excitement.

[sanakimohara]

Just a quick reminder…this is what Minho’s hands look like…

Hopefully I didn’t mix any of these up. Also I never truly noticed how immaculately veined and slender Minho’s fingers are…I will be keeping this newfound information in mind when I release “PERFECTION”

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) gym sex ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 리노 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ lee know can't take you anywhere without someone flirting  ヾ

boyfriend!leeknow・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ ‎ ‎public sex, rough sex ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wc ・ ‎0.4k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. lee know railing you in the public bathrooms at the gym after seeing some guy flirting with you 🙏🙏

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 lee know has been getting hella buff recently.

In your defense, you didn't even want to be at the gym; but your boyfriend basically dragged you out of the house, forcing you to go to the dreaded place.

After like 20 minutes on the treadmill and attempting to lift weights, you gave up just following your boyfriend around while he did whatever he did during his routine, telling him gossip you'd obtained throughout the week. “we're going home, next time I'm coming alone.” you smirked. “drop that smirk.” he slapped your ass, you yelped. “I'm gonna go use the bathroom.” He said. “We can shower when we get home.” You smiled.

Scrolling through your phone, minding your business sitting on the weight. “I can spot you.” a man stood in front of you. “Oh I don't need me and my boy— that guy was your boyfriend.” The guy scoffed. “the way he ignored you while you talked, I would never do that.” He said. “Good thing you'll never get the chance to talk to her again.” You heard your boyfriend. “Look man I don— whatever.” minho grabbed your arm. “Let's go.”

He pulled you away mumbling angry. “can't leave you anywhere can I?” you called out his name, he didn't say anything, dragging you to the bathroom, closing the door, slamming you up against it. “just attract attention wherever huh?”

his hand came up to your neck , lightly squeezing. “m-minho.” You moaned. “That's it, keep moaning like a slut for me.” he turned you around, his cock pressed against you, pulling your pants down; his pants and underwear were next. “this.” He gripped your ass. “It's mine.” he whispered in your ear, rubbing the head of his cock along your folds. “fuck.” He pushed his cock inside of you. “Minho, fuck!”

His hands tangled up in your head, pulling you against his chest, fucking into you roughly. “Stupid fucker thinks he can fuck you better than me?” he scoffed. “He doesn't know that you're a whore for my cock.” his cock went even deeper if possible making you scream out.

“Fuck I feel you clenching, you're gonna cum for me right?” He pushed you back against the door. “Let everyone know who you belong to.” You dumbly nodded. “Fu-fuck I'm gonna cum.” He growled. “Fucking cum.” Your thighs shook as you came. “Fuck, sh-shit.” His cock twitched, his cum flooding your insides. “sh-shit.”

He pulled out of you, slapping your ass; kissing your neck. “Mine.” he nipped at your neck.

“This pussy is mines, no one can fuck you like I can, remember that.”

©️LUVYENI

[krosiefics]

when did you get so buff? • lee minho

M D N I 18+

Synopsis: when your best friend, Minho, arrives at your apartment drenched from the rain. What would happen if you acted on the sudden arousal of seeing the outline of his built body?

WC: 1.3k

Tags: smut, pwp, afab!reader, bsf!minho, softdom!minho, ass spanking, pet names (baby, kitten), cursing, grinding, lwk dry humping, piv, unprotected sex (plz don’t), creampie, unprepped sex, mutual pinning(?), probably forgetting something :P

a/n: this was written in like 10 mins so it’s kinda rushed lol also not proofread…this man had me in a chokehold the entire mv making video

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“Woah- when the fuck did you get so buff Min?” You let out a laugh of disbelief. Your best friend was on his way to your apartment when it started raining, by the time he got to your home, his jacket was soaked through, clinging to every part of his torso.

Minho looked at you and shrugged as he took off his jacket, “I dunno, I did start going to the gym with Changbin and Chan.”

“You look hot.” You said with a smirk, taking his jacket from him, leaving the room to put it in the dryer. Minho stood there with a flush on his face.

“Did she just say…I look hot?!” Minho thought to himself, his mind going a million miles an hour as his heart hammered in his chest. This wasn’t good for him, sure the two of you flirt sometimes, but he knows it’s nothing more than playful, at least on your end.

Minho placed his hand on his chest, taking deep breaths to calm his raging heart. You stroll back into the room and notice him taking deep breaths. “Hey you good?” You near him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Minho flinches slightly at your touch before melting into it.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” He gave a weak grin. “Dude, your face is super red.” You say in a worried tone, your hands cupping his red cheeks. His eyes go wide at your action, you realize and pull away, your face now heating up.

“Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.” You shake your head in embarrassment, you feel like your heart is about to rip through your body. “Fuck.” Minho groaned, moving to sit down on your sofa. “Don’t be sorry…it’s okay, I didn’t mind it.”

Your eyes lock with his, walking over to him almost as if you were entranced by him and he was drawing you in. You stood in front of Minho, gazing down into his pretty brown eyes, your eyes fall to the small little mole on his nose. You smile to yourself as you unconsciously trail your finger along it, down to his lips.

In an instant you’re snapped out of your daze, retracting your hand from Minho’s face. You were about to apologize before being suddenly pulled into his lap. Minho held your hips as you straddled his hips. You face heating up with each passing second. Minho leaned into, hesitantly nudging your nose with his.

Your breath hitches as his eyes shift their gaze to your lips. Unconsciously, you jolt your tongue across your lower lip, causing them to glisten. “Fuck,” you breathe out shakily, “your lips are pretty.” Before you could even process your own words, the boy in front of you pulls you in by the nape of your neck, attaching his lips to yours.

You moan into the kiss as his hands trail down towards your ass before gently squeezing at it. “Min,” you whined, a knowing feeling surged through you that you dreaded, the two of you needed to talk about what’s happening. “Shh, let’s enjoy this, then talk.” He said between kisses.

Minho’s hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, slipping them under, touching your warm skin. “Soft.” He smiled against your lips before cupping your breasts under your shirt causing you to gasp out a moan. Your hands fly to Minho’s hair as he begins peppering kisses along your neck, his hands still groping at your chest.

You roll your hips into his, Minho lets out a pleasurable sigh at the friction. His hands trail down your curves to the swell of your ass before grasping it in his palms. You groaned at the touch, both of his hands and the rolls of your hips.

Minho places a kiss on your collarbone as he lightly smacks your clothed ass. You jolt at the sudden slap but it didn’t induce too much pain.

“Min,” you sigh, fingers pulling against his hair full of need. You can feel arousal pooling, you wouldn’t be surprised if it already stained your shorts by now.

Minho sneaks his hands under the waistband of your shorts and onto your warm skin, gently pushing down your shorts while massaging the flesh there. You allow him to slip it down, shifting your legs so that you can slide the material off.

Before Minho could guide you back into his lap, you stay in your awkward lifted position, slipping out of your underwear, which you can now see has a very evident wet patch on it.

“Fuck.” Minho breathes out, his hands feeling up your curves, “You’re hot you know that?” You feel your cheeks warm at his sudden praise, shifting your head to the size so that the boy underneath you doesn’t see your blush. But of course Minho notices, he smirks pridefully to himself, tongue poking out between his teeth.

Minho brings his hand up to slap your ass again but he stops dead in his tracks as he watches intently as you work your fingers at his jeans. Minho stares at you, the way your cheeks are red, the way your hands shake slightly with excitement, the way you’re rubbing your thighs together as you finally unbutton and unzip his fly.

Minho lifts his hips, after snapping out of his daze that you put him in, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop. His cock freely stood against his lower abdomen, red and veiny, precum leaking at the tip, not too big but definitely above average.

Minho’s desire for you grew even more as he watched you drool over his cock, the one that you had yet to actually touch. “Come sit your pretty pussy on me, yeah kitten?” Your eyes widen at the pet name, a wave of lust rushing through your body that has your cunt clenching around nothing.

Adjusting yourself back comfortably into his lap, you take hold of his cock aligning it with your hole. You probe your throbbing cunt with the tip, an erotic mewl leaving your lips. Sounds of your mains overlapping filled the room as you finally sunk down onto his cock, fully bottoming out.

The stretch burned, it burned so much that it brought tears to your eyes, but that wasn’t about to stop you from rolling your hips down onto Minho. “Wait baby, I didn’t stretch you- just wait okay.” Minho grunts as your forehand falls against his. His hands held you still as you clenched around his cock, adjusting to his size.

“You okay now kitten?” You hastily nod, your hips twitching with neediness. Minho chuckles before guiding you off his cock before moving you back down. You both let out a groan when you start speeding up the pace of your movement.

Minho’s hands now just gripping at your waist as you bounce on his cock. The tip of his cock hits you right in your g spot causing your thighs to tremble slightly. Your orgasm grows closer and closer with each bounce.

Minho bites his lip at the sight in front of him; your lip caught between your teeth as your face scrunches up in pleasure, tits bouncing through your shirt, and your cunt taking his cock so well.

The feeling of you clenching so tightly around him drove him towards his climax.

“Fuck babe, imma cum.” Minho grunted as he bucked his hips up to meet yours. You moaned loudly at how his cock filled you deeply. Your whines begin to rise as your orgasm hits you like a truck. With the combination of you creaming all over his cock and the intense clenching of your cunt, Minho’s cock twitches as he pours his load into you with a deep groan.

“Holy shit,” You breath out shakily, “we just did that.” Minho chuckles as he lifts you enough to slip his cock out, he could feel as his cum dripped out of your cunt and onto his pelvis.

“Fuck I love you…I have for a while.” Minho pants in disbelief as he gazes into your exhausted eyes. You nuzzle your head into his neck with a smile, “I’ve loved you too Min, for a while.”

[lov3lycosmos]

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Craving minho soooo... Soft sex with him but the whole day he's got his resting bitch face till he's alone with you

beneath the surface - lee minho

genre: smut/fluff

pairings: lee minho x fem reader

warnings: kissing, some dry humping, p in v, dirty talk, consent, cream pie (don't do that!!)

word count: 3k

v4mps note: I literally deleted and rewrote everything over a million times- but it's 6 am so I'm gonna go bed!

It was one of those days where Minho wore his signature resting bitch face, not out of annoyance, but because he was simply lost in thought. He was quiet, his usual playful energy tucked away behind his serious demeanor.

The others noticed, but no one really asked. It wasn’t unusual for Minho to have moments where he withdrew into himself, especially after a long stretch of rehearsals or work. You knew better than anyone that he didn’t always wear a smile—he had layers, and that was one of the things you loved most about him.

The two of you spent the day like any other, sitting next to each other during downtime, talking only when necessary. You could feel his gaze lingering on you now and then, but he never said much. You didn’t mind. You respected his space, and you knew, even though he looked distant, he was still there with you.

It wasn’t until the day was winding down, and you both found yourselves alone in his shared space, that the tension in the air shifted.

The door clicked shut behind you both as you entered his room, the familiar smell of his cologne mixing with the soft scent of his freshly washed sheets. Minho stood by the door for a moment, running a hand through his hair, his expression still cold as ever.

You stood in the middle of the room, unsure whether to say something or just wait. The silence stretched between you like a thin, fragile thread, but there was something different now. The tension you’d been feeling all day was thick, almost palpable. He turned to face you, eyes softening slightly as they met yours.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he muttered, though the corner of his lips twitched slightly, betraying the fact that he was, in some way, aware of the undercurrent between you two.

You didn’t say anything at first, just stepped closer to him, your fingers brushing lightly against his arm. You could feel the electricity in the air, the way his body stiffened under your touch.

He let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders relaxing for the first time that day.

“I’m not upset, you know,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Just... thinking."

You nodded, understanding, but your fingers slowly trailed down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your touch.

Minho's eyes followed your hand, watching as you circled around him. A quiet hum of tension filled the air, and before either of you knew it, your bodies were pressed against each other. You could feel his breath hitch as you closed the space, the weight of the day lifting with every second that passed.

Minho’s lips were on yours before you even realized what happened. It was soft at first, gentle, like he was still figuring you out, testing the waters. But there was an urgency in the way his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him, as if the distance between you had been unbearable all day.

The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, his tongue gliding against yours with precision. He wasn’t as harsh as his usual demeanor; there was something softer now, something raw that had been waiting beneath the surface. You moaned softly as his hands traveled lower, fingers brushing along the curve of your hips, sending shivers down your spine.

"Minho," you whispered against his lips, your hands pushing up his shirt, fingers grazing over the warm expanse of his chest.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, pupils dilated. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. His resting bitch face was gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

You hesitated for a moment, but the heat in the room, in him, made you bold. “I want you,” you breathed, your voice thick with need.

Minho’s smirk returned, but this time it was different. It wasn’t cold or distant—it was possessive, hungry. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he said, each word laced with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

With a swift movement, he spun you around, pressing your back against the wall. His lips moved down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he trailed lower. His hands slipped beneath your clothes, caressing the skin of your back before they found the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down with a practiced motion.

He helps you step out of the fabric before tossing it aside, his hands warm as they glide back up your legs with slow, careful touches. Kneeling before you, he presses the softest kisses to your inner thighs, his lips barely brushing over your skin, as if savoring the intimacy of the moment. His fingertips toy with the waistband of your panties, gently tugging them down just an inch before stopping, his touch lingering.

A quiet chuckle escapes him as he looks up at you, his usual sharp gaze softened with something more tender. "Not yet," he murmurs, his voice gentle, soothing. His hands are on your hips, grounding you, as if to remind you that he's in no rush—he just wants to take his time loving you properly.

His hands remain steady on you, thumbs tracing gentle circles against your skin as he presses another kiss just above your knee, then another, slowly making his way upward. His touch isn’t hurried or teasing—it’s deliberate, reverent. Every brush of his lips is an unspoken promise, a reminder that with him, you’re cherished.

When he finally tugs your panties down, this time without hesitation, he does it so slowly, as if savoring every second. His hands guide them down your legs, his fingertips grazing your skin like he’s memorizing you all over again. He helps you step out of them before placing them aside with care, his gaze flickering up to yours with nothing but warmth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands return to your thighs, thumbs stroking tenderly as he presses another soft kiss to your hip. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"

Minho holds you against the wall, but there’s no urgency—just the steady warmth of his body against yours, his touch firm yet achingly gentle. His usual sharp eyes are softer now, filled with something deeper as he looks at you. His thumb strokes slow circles against your waist, grounding you.

“You okay?” His voice is quieter than usual, as if he’s worried you might slip away if he speaks too loudly.

You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah… just missed you today,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “You looked so serious all day.”

A small smile tugs at his lips as he exhales, pressing his forehead to yours. “Didn’t mean to,” he murmurs. “Guess I was just waiting for this.”

His fingers trace gently up your sides, his touch featherlight, like he’s memorizing you. He tilts his head, brushing the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips—soft, slow, and filled with quiet devotion.

"You can always have me, you know," you whisper against his lips, your fingers threading into his hair.

His arms tighten around you, holding you impossibly close. “I know,” he breathes. “And I won’t take that for granted.”

Minho kisses you again—tender, deliberate, as if he has all the time in the world to remind you just how much you mean to him.

His lips move from yours to your jaw, trailing down to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, pressing warm, unhurried kisses as his hands continue their slow exploration of your body. Every touch, every movement is filled with a quiet reverence—like he’s savoring every second.

“You always take care of me,” you murmur, tilting your head to give him better access. “Let me take care of you too.”

Minho exhales a quiet laugh against your skin, his hands slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, thumbs tracing soft circles against your hips. “You do,” he assures, voice barely above a whisper. “Just by being here.”

He helps you out of your top, his touch delicate, almost hesitant—like he wants to cherish every moment rather than rush. His hands skim over your bare skin, warmth radiating from his fingertips. His eyes meet yours, soft and searching, as if silently asking for permission before continuing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice dipped in something almost reverent.

You let out a soft breath, your heart swelling at the way he looks at you—like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. You cup his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “I love you,” you whisper.

Minho leans into your touch, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm before guiding your hand to rest over his heart. “I love you more,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

His lips find yours again, slower this time—deeper, more lingering. There’s no rush, no urgency, just the quiet intimacy of two souls completely in sync. His hands continue their gentle exploration, fingertips tracing patterns against your skin, like he’s memorizing you all over again.

The way he holds you, touches you, kisses you—it’s not just about desire. It’s about love. About trust. About the silent promise that, in this moment, there is nowhere else he’d rather be.

Minho pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes filled with something deep and unspoken. His hands slide down your back, strong but careful, as he lifts you effortlessly into his arms. The feeling of his bare skin against yours sends a shiver through you, but it’s not from the cold—it’s the way he holds you, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like warmth and home, the faint trace of his cologne mixed with something distinctly him.

He carries you through the dimly lit hall, each step slow, unhurried, as if savoring every second of having you so close. When he reaches the bedroom, he gently lays you down on the soft sheets, hovering over you with a gaze so full of love it nearly takes your breath away.

Minho trails his fingers along your arm, his touch featherlight. “You okay?” he murmurs, always making sure.

You nod, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’m more than okay.”

That’s all he needs to hear before his lips meet yours again, this time with just a little more urgency. His hands roam over your body, not in a rush, but with intent—learning every inch of you like it’s the first time all over again.

As he settles between your legs, his forehead rests against yours, breath warm against your lips. “I want to take my time,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “Want you to feel everything.”

"Minho," you moan out softly as your hips grind up into his, eliciting a soft groan from his lips. "Shh, shh... just feel me, baby. I promise you'll get all of me just—fuck, feel me..." he whispers as his clothed cock ground down onto your exposed pussy.

"Baby, take these off," you say in a soft, needy voice, your hands trembling slightly as they fumble with the buckle of his belt. The sound of the metal clinking in the quiet room only heightens the tension, and you can feel your heart race as you desperately tug at it, wanting him closer, wanting more.

He doesn’t waste any time, pulling his pants off quickly, the sound of the fabric rustling filling the room. As they drop to the floor, you can see how hard he is, already eager for you. The tip of him is a deep red, leaking with the tiniest drop of pre-cum that catches the dim light of the room. You swallow, feeling a rush of heat flood your body, the sight of him making your pussy clench on nothing.

"Do you want me to prep you, or...?" His voice falters, but before he can finish, you cut him off, your words rushed and needy. "Please, I just need you inside me, baby..." The words fall from your lips before you can stop them, desperate and full of longing. And at that moment, it's like something inside him snaps.

He doesn’t hesitate, his hands trembling as he moves closer. His breath is shaky, and you can feel the heat of his body as he inches forward, the tip of his cock gently nudging at your entrance. It’s teasing, almost too much, but just enough to make your body tense with anticipation. You both hold still for a moment, the silence heavy between you, before he slowly shifts again, the tip of him pressing more firmly against you.

His eyes lock on yours, his gaze asking for permission, his body waiting. You nod, feeling your heart race as you desperately want him closer. Slowly, he slips inside, the stretch of him filling you, sending a shiver down your spine. You let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, the sensation overwhelming.

"God... you feel so good," he mutters under his breath, and you can hear the strain in his voice.

You let out a shaky breath, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he starts to move. "Please... don’t stop," you beg, your voice needy, desperate. Your body reacts, every inch of him sending waves of heat through you, making you feel alive in a way you never have before. "I need you so much..." you whisper, unable to keep the words in.

His hips begin to move, slow at first, but with each thrust, he hits that spot deep inside you, making your back arch instinctively. The pleasure builds quickly, overwhelming you, and your body trembles with the sensation. You can barely keep your eyes open as the feeling intensifies. "F-fuck..." you moan out, the words barely escaping your lips as your body starts to heat up.

Minho leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, his voice rough and low. "You’re so beautiful," he whispers, his hands gripping your hips, guiding each movement. "I can feel how much you want me."

The way his cock moves inside you, every stroke hitting just right, has your heart racing. You’re so close, the pressure in your body building with every second. "Minho..." you breathe out, your hands clutching his shoulders, desperate for something more.

The pressure in your body is building so quickly now. Minho’s hands slide under your back, pulling you closer as his movements become more urgent, deeper. You can’t focus on anything else but him — the way he feels inside you, the sounds of his breathing, the way his name falls from your lips without you even thinking.

"Minho, please..." you whisper, your voice desperate, needy, and trembling. "I’m so close." You can feel it, that tight knot in your stomach, ready to snap.

His pace quickens, and his breath catches in your ear. "I know, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough, "I can feel it. Let go for me."

His hands tighten around you, guiding your movements, his hips slamming against you harder. You gasp, the sensation of his cock hitting that spot again making your body tremble with need. "Fuck, you’re so tight," he groans, his head dipping to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

And then, it hits. Your body goes rigid, your entire body shaking as your orgasm crashes over you. The sensation is overwhelming, your moans coming in broken, desperate breaths. Minho’s name falls from your lips again, almost like a prayer, as you tighten around him, feeling the wave of pleasure pulse through your entire body.

Minho isn't far behind, his own breath quickening as he moans softly in your ear. His hips stutter, a final few thrusts before he stills inside you, his own release flooding over the both of you. You both stay there, tangled in each other, as the aftershocks of your orgasms fade. His forehead rests against yours, and he presses a soft kiss to your lips, breathless.

Minho’s breath slows as he pulls you closer, his body still pressed against yours. You both stay like that for a moment, the warmth between you filling the silence. His hand gently strokes your back, the touch soft and soothing, as if he’s trying to ground you both after everything.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, his voice full of concern, even though he’s just as breathless. His fingers trail through your hair, pushing a few strands away from your face. His touch is gentle, calming, and you nod, leaning into him for comfort.

“Yeah… just need a minute,” you murmur, still feeling the aftershocks of your release, your body still tingling from the intensity of it all.

Minho smiles softly, his eyes warm as he watches you. "Take all the time you need, baby. I’m not going anywhere." He carefully adjusts, moving to the side so that you're both lying together, your bodies still tangled up. His arm wraps around you, pulling you against his chest, and you let out a contented sigh at the warmth and safety you feel in his embrace.

"You did so well," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. His other hand rests on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. "I’m proud of you."

You smile softly, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. You feel safe, cherished. There’s no rush, no expectations — just the comfort of being in his arms, knowing you’re both sharing something real.

After a few moments, Minho shifts slightly, grabbing a nearby blanket and pulling it over the both of you. “Let me get you some water,” he says softly, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your forehead before gently sliding out of bed.

Taglist: @vampzity @mhluvie @sooniedoongiedori25

[4linos]

SKZ hyung line random hard thoughts (18+) MDNI.

warnings: porn. mentions/hinting of free use & somnophilia.

(a/n: don’t take this serious 😝 i’m just bored & these are my personal opinions lol)

maknae line ver.

red links are phb & regular links are twitter!

chan

- sorry but he's a dom not a sub or a switch he's just a dom.

- very passionate lover & VERYYY experienced.

- has a hidden folder full of lewd pictures of the two of you.

- nudes/dick pics. he'll sneak off when he's busy with schedules, makes some kind of excuse that he has to use the restroom and snaps a picture or video of his hard cock to send to you.

- when you tell him you're going shopping he'll always send you extra money for lingerie, he likes those silk slips he can lift up whenever for easier access.

favorite position: missionary

"don't hold back. let me hear how much you love it."

"you're such a good girl getting all wet for me. you're all mine, aren't you?"

"cum for me, pretty one"

<<unrelated this video just reminds me of chan>>

minho

- dom !!!!!! anyone who says otherwise is wrong sorryyy (again).

- loves to be in control. at all times.

- gentle but can be rough especially when he's stressed.

- shower sex he loves shower sex

- doesn't care for lingerie because he'll end up taking it off of you anyway.

favorite position: doggy style

“beg me for it and i might let you cum.”

“that's it, baby, nice and slow.”

“go on. fuck yourself on my cock”

changbin

- switch but dom leaning.

- can be subby when he’s tired and horny

- role playing: pt/client, nurse/patient, ceo/secretary

- loves loves loves quickies before work

- lazy morning sex >>

- road headdd

favorite position: cowgirl

“i need you. please. i'll be quick.”

“you're taking me so well.”

“i'm yours to do whatever you want.”

hyunjin

- switch switch switch

- said this before (i think) but he doesn’t care if anyone can hear him. he’ll be very loud. so soooo whiny.

- big fan of somno

- public sex: fitting room, restroom, etc.

- pegging.. pretends he doesn’t like it and will never actually admit that he likes it.. he was reluctant to try it at first & ended up really enjoying it.

favorite position: 69

“i've been a good boy today.”

“please don’t stop.”

“i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.”

//

nini’s notes

2 posts today because why not lol again this is just for fun & i don’t know if i’m even going to make a post for the rest of the members. i’ll probably delete later heh😇.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Tunnel Vision - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: bad boy! Minho x student! reader

summary: You can't stand the boy that sits behind you in class. He's rude, arrogant and a huge Playboy. and now you're paired with him for your newest poetry assignment.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, Playboy Minho, heavy kissing, groping.

It's not that you hated your new poetry course. Just one specific person in your new poetry class. Minho would show up late or sometimes not at all. And when he did bother to show up, he would sit at the desk behind yours. He would lean into your ear and ask you what he missed.

His breath would be warm against your neck and the first time he whispered, you actually felt butterflies. You were nice and smiled. You would turn your head and tell him in hushed tones what he had missed. He'd notice the slight flush in your cheeks and it would make him smirk because he knew. He knew that your head was pounding because of him.

But then one day after the class had ended a girl had pushed her way through a crowd of students to get to him. She yelled and cried because he never called her again. She told him he was an asshole and his response was “what's your name again?”

So now when Minho strolls into class late and takes his seat behind you, you keep your head forward. You suffocate the butterflies in your stomach and square your shoulders. You refuse to be another notch on that man's belt. You refuse to let him make you feel so warm and wet and so-

“I think I'll partner you with Minho this week.”

Your eyes flash to the front of the class where the teacher is looking directly at you. “No, no I can't. I…” you plead but the teacher just shakes his head and hands you the newest template for the poetry course this week.

Minho's dorm room was exactly as you expected. Messy, unkempt, a real boy's place. As the two of you stepped inside he off the cuff mentioned he had a roommate but the two of you should be undisturbed for the night.

“Who's your roommate?” You ask as you pull a few textbooks out of your bag. Your voice was flat and ultimately uninterested but you needed to make some kind of small talk to cut through this tension of being in Minho's living room. Minho rummaged through his fridge and pulled out a few beers before making his way back to you on the couch. “You don't know him.” He said quickly. He slid the second beer across his coffee table to you. You rolled your eyes and pushed it to the edge of the table and pulled out the template from class. “Let's get started, okay? The sooner we get this going, the sooner we can be done and never speak to each other again.”

Minho smirked, his slender fingers tapping against the neck of his beer bottle. “Aw, what's the matter? You don't like me?” He leaned in closer. “Nope.” You snapped back. This response made Minho laugh. A loud, full laugh that promised that he didn't believe you. He was cocky and he was sure that every girl wanted him. His eyes lingered on you as you continued to read over the template. “So, what bullshit do we have to write about now?” Minho asked while taking another swig of his beer. You sighed heavily in response. “Love. The subject is just love. It says to write about any kind of love, however it speaks to you.”

Minho let out a huff. “Between a beautiful woman's legs, that's the only love I need.” He remarks. “You're disgusting.” You retort. You slide a template over to where he sits, “just write something, pervert.” Minho's face scrunches up for a moment, “aren't we supposed to be working on this together, partner?”

“You're a big boy, you can handle it.” You scold, your hand gripping tightly to your pencil. “Just write.” Minho sighs loudly as his body slumps deeper into the couch. An hour goes by without either of you saying a word to one another. Just the sounds of pencils scraping and pages turning fills the air around you. “This is stupid.” Minho complains, finally breaking the silence. The sound of a pencil hitting the coffee table breaks you out of your writing trance and you shoot a glaring look at him. “If you hate this so much, why did you sign up for this class?” You quip back.

Minho's eyes flash an intensity that matches yours. An angry, exacerbated look that contracts with his normal cool and calm demeanor. Has he never had someone challenge him before? Has he never had a girl stand up to him instead of immediately falling to her knees? You hold your stance and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Then Minho grabs your half-written poem in an instant before you can even process what he is doing. He stands up from the couch and holds it ceremoniously. “Let's see what Miss Goody-Goody wrote about love, eh?” You fumble up from the couch and take a confident dive at Minho to try to get the paper back but miss as he pulls the paper away at the last minute. “Give that back!” You demand. But Minho holds the paper just out of reach, laughing proudly as he does. You look back at the coffee table to find his paper sitting there unprotected and take your chance, snatching it quickly into your hands. Minho's eyes widen as he realizes where this little chess game has led the two of you and his cheeks begin to burn a bright, hot red. His voice drops to a low, intimidating octane, “give it here. I'm serious.” His hand splayed out in front of you.

You let out a triumphant laugh and stick up your nose at him. “No way!” Minho smirk turns to a serious expression and he takes a few steps towards you, causing you to take a few steps back. Soon you are frantically trying to figure out your next move. You quickly fake left before turning to the right and easing your way around Minho and down the hall to an open door welcoming you inside. You hastily run into the room and shut the door behind you, hearing the pounding sound of Minho's palms flat against the other side of the door. “This isn't funny anymore! Come out of there!” He shouts from the hallway.

You clear your throat ready to read the poem out loud. Minho groans loudly before giving the door one last defeated thud. Your eyes scan the page and you find yourself frozen by something you did not expect.

A carnation bright

Unfold for me

This is everything and nothing

I put a ribbon and signed the envelope

Postage stamp

In the garden you wait

Surrounded by a soil that drains

Who waters you?

Where is the watering can that fills your petals, sweet Carnation?

I pluck you so carefully

Lie you down on the softest pillow

You've ever felt

You clutch the page in your hands, a slight tremble causing the paper to crinkle under your fingertips. Your eyes pour over every line again and again. The words are erased and written again, scribbled over and corrected. But the words he chose, the words he decided were the right ones to express himself, they stayed etched in pencil led with a secretive beauty. You slowly make your way to the bedroom door and turn the door knob. You find Minho sitting in the hallway across from the door. He glares up at you, his face painted red in embarrassment. “Don't say anything. I know it's bad.” He whispers, his voice shaking slightly.

You step out into the hallway and kneel in front of where Minho sits. “It's not bad, Minho. It's actually…good.” You confess. You watch Minho's head lift up as he searches your face for any hint of a lie. Then he lifts up your paper, “you didn't write anything.” He smirks.

Then it was your face that burned red. You had written a few pathetic lines of poetry before erasing everything in frustration. “I hate what I wrote. I hate everything I write.” you murmur. This causes Minho's smile to grow and spread across his face. But this smile was different, not a mocking, cocky smile but a smile that seemed to understand exactly what you meant. “That just means you're good at what you do. Come here, I'll show you.” He said and then stood up taking your hand in his and pulling you back into the bedroom. The bedroom that was, in fact, his bedroom. In the far corner of the room stood a tall, broad bookshelf so full that it almost looked like it would bend and break if just one more book was added. Minho searched the shelf for just a moment before pulling out three books. He then turned on his heels to face you. “These authors didn't even get published until their late 40s. Can you believe that? Now everyone reads them!” His eyes lit up with the kind of fascination designated for a child on Christmas morning. He placed the books in your hands and begged you to read them. You looked down at the books in your hands and furrowed your brow. This was not the boy you were expecting. Why did he have to act like such an asshole all the time? Why did he have to act so uninterested and bored all of the time?

You look up from the books and stare at Minho for a moment. “Why are you so afraid of people seeing this side of you?”

Minho jolts from your blunt question. His eyes lock with yours and for a moment his mouth hangs open in silence. Then he steps closer to you. “Because this side is too real, too raw. If they are the real me then they can hurt the real me. And I can't risk that.”

Something snaps in you at his response. You didn't know if it was his honesty or the fact that you had been feeling the exact same way but something outside of yourself brought your lips to his. His lips were surprisingly tender. His hands made their way up to your jawline and nestled there as the two of you worked in tandem. Your nose brushed against one another as his mouth opened in invitation. Your tongue scraped softly against his teeth, giving way to his teeth biting and holding onto your bottom lip. A soft and vulnerable noise escaped you at that moment. And a flash of all the women who have ever been in this room entered your mind, causing you to break the kiss. You stumble back and press your hand over your mouth. “I can't. I'm sorry.” You turn towards the bedroom door and make your way down the hallway to leave. You frantically and admittedly quite clumsily grab your book bag and jacket before making a b-line to the front door.

Minho never tried to stop you, never called your name out and begged you to stay. You walked back to your dorm room and threw yourself onto the bed. You bury your face in your pillow until all light leaves and only darkness remains. He wasn't just a fuckboy, player, or asshole. He was actually someone who you could fall in love with. And that thought was scarier than anything else.

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[moonchild9350]

Perfect Heart

summary: you must save your boyfriend Minho after he’s been kidnapped. the catch? there’s two.

pairing: Minho x fab!reader x clone!Minho

genre: sci fi au, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 5.1k

warnings: voyerism, threesome (kinda), clit play, masturbation (f receiving), multiple rounds, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie, handjob, cum tasting, brief mention of drugs, gun violence

notes: it’s Minho’s turn for the clone anthology! I hope you enjoy :)

if you enjoyed please like, comment, and reblog

please do not copy, translate, modify, or use this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

Perfect Masterlist

“If anything ever happens to me, remember to take this ring. You have to keep it safe.”

Minho stared at you, looking for reassurance that you understood what he was telling you.

“Keep the ring safe. I get it Min but why?”

You stared at the platinum ring with a midnight blue stone in his hand. He was carefully putting it back in its box and storing it in the little safe behind a stack of books. You pulled your legs tighter under you and watched as Minho walked back over to you, his eyes filled with worry.

Lee Minho. Your boyfriend and the love of your life. You’ve both been dating for five years now after your chance encounter at your last job. He was there to meet with some perspective clients and you happened to be the receptionist on duty that morning.

You remember his demeanor, sweet and charming with an air of mystery. He intrigued you in his fancy clothes as he was decked out in dress pants and a button down shirt. His hair was perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. And his eyes. They captured you, held you in place.

Minho is rich, the son of a CEO of some large conglomerate. When you asked what the business sold, he would skirt around the topic, rubbing the back of his head, an action that he tends to do when he’s omitting information in his answer.

Despite this, you love him, he treats you well and makes sure you have everything you’d want and more.

Minho settled in next to you and pulled you close until your face was almost touching his. “Don’t worry about it okay?” He murmured and then his lips were on yours moving slowly and gently as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

You let out a sigh as you relaxed into the kiss, savoring how his lips moved with yours. Letting out a yelp as he nipped at your bottom lip, you let Minho maneuver you onto your back. You let out a moan as he pressed himself onto you, his cock pressing against your core. In a flurry of movement, you both rid each other of your clothes, tossing them haphazardly around the room not caring where they landed.

Minho grasped his leaking cock in his hand and brought it to your folds, grunting as he coating the shaft with your slick. He didn’t need to say anything but instead positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in, smirking as you whimpered at the feel of his cock stretching you and allowing you to feel full.

You grasped his arms and looked into his eyes as if you were challenging him, pleading for him to do his worst. Every snap of his hips against yours sent little moans toppling from your mouth, the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each thrust.

Minho knew you inside and out, what made your toes curl, what made you writhe in his grasp and in this instance he knew he had you as he thrusted within you fast and deep. His eyes bore into yours, taking in your beautiful face as you fell apart under him, his ego soaring as he brought you closer to your high.

He fared no better, your warm and wet walls feeling good around him. Minho sped up and brought his finger to your clit, rubbing it in sloppy circles. You whimpered and clenched around him, allowing the feeling you’ve come to love rear its head until it exploded within, spreading throughout your body in blissful waves.

With a few more thrusts, Minho stilled his hips and let go, groaning as spurts of his cum flooded your walls. He pulled out and went to grab a towel, your eyes following him in your post orgasmic haze. You loved this man and would do anything for him, not matter what it entails.

— —

You open your eyes, slowly blinking as you come to. You’re surrounded by fluffy pillows and tucked under your blanket, nice and warm. However something feels off. Turning your head to the side, you notice the spot next to you is empty. Touching the area where Minho should be reveals the area cold as if no one has laid there for a while.

“Min?” You croak, your voice still laced heavily with sleep.

Sitting up, you look around and notice his phone and wallet are still on the bedside table. Maybe he’s downstairs making coffee or in the bathroom. Sliding out of bed you stretch, moaning at the tug on your muscles as you twist your body from side to side.

Your feet softly hit the floor as you walk to the bathroom, peeping inside just to come face to face with darkness. Turning around, you make your way to the door and walk downstairs, listening for any movement in the house, in which you hear none.

The kitchen is quiet, the lights off, not even a cup in the sink. “Min?” You call out again, a tightness forming in your chest as an uneasy feeling takes over your body. The air feels electric as if something is off.

Something is wrong.

Stopping at the counter, you notice a piece of paper, folding precariously, your name written out in block letters. You don’t have a good feeling about this and with trembling hands you pick up the note to read what is written inside.

“I have Minho. If you want him safe, come to 143 Heartlane Ave. Hurry. You have 24 hours.”

You read the letter again and again and a third time just to make sure you’re reading the words right. Minho has been kidnapped. Why?

One simple question echoed in your head over and over until you felt your breath increase, your chest heaving and a line of sweat line your forehead as you registered the fact that Minho was gone.

And you were supposed to go to this location to save him? Where was this location at? Taking off in a sprint, you dashed to the office to grab your lap top so you could look up the address. You focused on the screen, attempting to type in the address provided. Pressing search, a map popped up showing an empty spot.

That didn’t make sense. Why would Minho be in an abandoned field? Your mind refused to go to the obvious answer. You just didn’t want to think such dark thoughts.

Sitting back in the chair, you let out a sob, scared and afraid for what was to come next. The silence was so loud, permeating every space of the house. It was unsettling, as if someone was still here lurking in the shadows.

As you sat there in a daze, you realized a fact: someone was here while you were sleeping and it had to be someone Minho knew. You didn’t hear a disturbance or argument, meaning he let a person in willingly. This house that was once a safe haven to you didn’t seem too safe now but instead big and menacing.

Time passed, the silence was deafening. Your heart pounded in your chest, the thump thump echoing loud in your ears. You considered what to do next. Should you follow the note and go to the written location or should you stay here as it could be a trap. Minho could walk through the door at any moment after all.

You debated with yourself, weighing the various options in your brain. After more than an hour passed by, you shook your head in shame. Of course you’d go to the location, this is Minho the love of your life. You have to do what you can to save him.

Getting up you ran to your bedroom and began to get dressed, choosing leggings and a black shirt, something that was light and you could move around in. You grabbed your bag off the counter and your phone and ran to the front door but stopped in your tracks.

Minho’s words came to you, his request replaying in your mind, “if anything ever happens to me, you must take this ring.”

“Shit,” you mumbled and ran to the shelf where you saw him store the item. You moved the books around until you found the little box. You snatched it and stored it safely in your bag and hurried to your car.

The drive to the location was quick but mainly because you had a heavy foot, weaving your way through traffic and blowing stop signs without a care in the world. You didn’t breathe until you arrived at the building, the structure gloomy and looming over the parking lot.

Turning off the ignition, you sat in silence and willed yourself to calm down. You’re here now and everything would be fine. You’d get Minho and leave. Nodding, you opened the door and walked to the entrance of the building, ready to save the love of your life.

— —

Minho sat up with a gasp, his legs flailing or at least trying to as his legs were tied to a chair. He blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the relative darkness of the room.

Where is he? What happened? He had a pounding headache and he was thirsty; he felt as if he was hung over. Minho scanned the room, taking in how run down it seemed, the broken equipment that lined the perimeter and the layers of dust that draped it.

Slowly, carefully, he looked for any indication as to where he could be, his eyes traveling until they landed on someone else next to him…someone that looked exactly like him. He gasped and did a double take, blinking and then opening his eyes wide. He’s mistaken surely. He’s hallucinating and this…thing is not real.

However, his theory is debunked as his copy turns his head and looks right into Minho’s eyes mimicking whatever horrified expression is on his face. Minho moves and the clone copies him, movement for movement, grunt for grunt.

What the fuck is going on? Minho is confused and he can feel his anger bubbling, his face becoming flushed and warm. He’s about to scream out when the door on the opposite wall opens, the metal slamming against the wall causing Minho to wince.

He looks up and is in disbelief at the man who is stalking towards him, his face in a twisted scowl.

“You,” Minho growls, his fury reaching an all new high.

A maniacal laughter rings out, the man clapping in glee at Minho’s misery.

“Hello Minho, long time no see huh,” the man says stopping right in front of his captive.

“Tristen, you son of a bitch. What the fuck am I doing here?”

Tristen chuckles and shakes his head, not making any movements to free his prisoner.

“You know why you’re here Minho. Don’t act dumb. This is the best way to do things unfortunately. But don’t worry I’m sure it will all be over soon as your little plaything should be here soon.”

Minho curses under his breath, realizing the danger you were about to be in. And it was all his fault. He hoped you would stay away, stay safe within the confines of home.

“If you touch her I swear I’ll…” but he never finished his sentence as a searing pain radiated on his right cheek, the flesh tingling from what appeared to be a slap.

However, Tristen never touched Minho. Shocked, Minho looked to his right and saw the clone staring up at the man with a defiant look. Tristen glared at Minho before raising his hand again and bringing it down on the flesh, a loud slap ringing throughout the room.

Once more, Minho felt searing pain causing his eye to tear up. He was horrified, he had no idea that things had progressed this far. He really hoped you had stayed home.

— —

The building ahead was eerie, the corridors dark. The front door was open as if it were beckoning you in to experience whatever lies waiting for you. It felt too easy just being able to walk in. With each step you felt the little hairs stick up, one by one and an endless pit of fear stir in your belly.

Inside, the area was derelict, pieces of fallen wood scattered the floor. Dust moats float in front of you, separating only as you walk by. Toward the center of the building you could hear voices, one teasing the other tense. You had a feeling one of those voices was Minho.

Clutching your bag, you carefully treaded toward the sound of voices, making sure to avoid any obstacles on the floor that could alert the occupants to your presence.

Rounding a corner you were at the source of the disturbance and what you saw nearby made you scream. Minho was in a chair bound by rope next to another Minho who was in a similar position. Another unknown man was standing next to one of the Minho’s saying something that most likely wasn’t good.

There were two Minho’s. Two. You thought you were hallucinating, but your heart beating wildly within proved otherwise. You took a step back but hissed as your foot came down on a piece of wood, the resulting crack as the wood snapped alerting the enemy of your position.

The man turned away and smiled, clapping gleefully.

“Well, well! Look who has arrived! Great now the party can begin,” he sneered, his voice deepening two octaves lower.

Minho just stared at you, his face a mixture of horror and sorrow. You could do this, you had to do this. One foot in front, followed by the other, again and again. Each step you took echoing painfully loud, no one daring to speak or move.

Once you were in front of the men, you paused and looked uncertainly from person to person. Swallowing down your spit, you turned to the unknown man. “Let him g-go,” you squeaked, your voice cracking with terror.

The man chuckled. “Certainly, certainly. Go ahead and take him, but first I need a little something from you. Give me your bag.”

He looked at you expectantly, his arm extended as he waited for the object. You hesitated, not wanting to give up your personal item as the ring was tucked away safely inside. However, the man let out a loud sigh, his patience wearing thin.

“Now!” He barked and reached for the bag, snatching it away from you without trouble.

You yelped and let go of the bag, unsure of what the man would do. Terrified, you watched as he took a step back with a smirk on his face.

“Excellent love. Now you may have Minho back…that is if you can figure out which is the real one.”

“The real one?”

“Why yes. You do see there are two Minho right? But which is the real one? Only I know.”

One of the Minhos went to open his mouth to say something but quickly closed his mouth at the look from the unknown man.

Facing the two men in the chairs, you began to look over them. You investigated the one on the left first, starting at his hair, watching the waves fall down on his face. His eyes looked at you pleadingly, his lips moving as he silently spoke something only he could hear.

Down your eyes traveled, taking in his toned chest as it quickly rose and fell with each breath. You quickly looked at the other Minho and let out a whine as you realized he looked exactly the same, not a line out of place.

Both Minhos made the same face, lips moving at the same pace, chests heaving at the same time. You missed the smirk the man behind you gave you, as he was enjoying this little game.

Which Minho is the real one? How will you be able to distinguish which is which? You had a feeling something bad would happen to the one you didn’t pick so you had to be absolutely certain that the Minho you pick is the real one.

— —

Minho stared at you helplessly, his eyes following yours hoping to catch them in a silent plea that he was the real one. He mouthed ‘it’s me. It’s me.’ Over and over but became easily frustrated as the clone next to him was copying him to a tee.

He could tell you were confused, noticing the similarities between him and the clone. You seemed on the brink of panic as you clutched and opened your fists, something you only did when you were stressed.

Minho tried to say something but was stopped by a stern look in Tristen’s face. The bastard was standing behind you with an evil smirk as he watched you struggle. He had your bag in a tight grasp, not yet rummaging through it.

He hoped he would not get that chance, as he knows you have what Tristen wants.

After ten minutes passed, Tristen sighed. “We don’t have all day love. Pick the real Minho.”

Minho watched you hesitate and then turn to look at Tristen.

“I don’t know which one is Minho..” you whimpered, your lower lip trembling from the stress

“Well, you better decide soon because both are not leaving here today. Do whatever you must to figure it out…and I mean whatever you need to do if you catch my drift.”

Tristen smiled. Minho swore under his breath realizing what the man meant. He stared at you and tried to tell you not the go through with it. You didn’t have to do this.

— —

You knew what the man meant and you shivered at the thought. Do you want to do this? Do you feel confident enough? You have to save Minho though and if this is a way to do so then you’d do anything and you meant anything.

Nodding, you took a step forward, another, and another until you were standing in front of one of the Minho’s. You looked at him and took in his eyes. You looked to the right and saw the other Minho looking at you, terror written on his face.

Cautiously you reached for the hem of your top, hesitantly at first before yanking it up and over your head. The man behind you chuckled, his laughter laced with glee. You tried to tune him out as you focused on the Minho in front of you.

His eyes roamed your chest, eyeing your breasts, his tongue darting out to lick his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples. Slowly, you unbuttoned your pants, your eyes on the bulge that was slowly forming in his pants. You quickly looked at the other Minho and noticed he was hard as well.

Your pants slid down your legs and you kicked them off leaving you only in your panties. It was silent, the only sound heard was your beating heart that was about to jump out of your chest.

“Get on with it!” The man shouted behind you.

Taking a deep breath, you began to touch yourself, dragging your fingers down your chest to brush against your nipples, down, down with a feather light touch until you brushed the pads against the band of your panties.

Despite being in front of two people you didn’t know, you felt turned on, your body heating up at the prospect of pleasuring yourself in front of strangers. Dipping your hands past the soft material, you circled your finger around your clit, sighing at the sensation.

You circled the bud, going faster and then slow, teasing yourself just how you like. The men in front of you weren’t faring well, their eyes dilated and cheeks flushed. Their hips canted into the air ever so slightly in tune with your movements.

When finally the Minho to your right let out a moan, you were shocked to hear the one right in front of you moan out at the same time. You didn’t give it too much thought but continued to touch your clit, focused on your high that was slowly building up.

“Go on love, see if you can figure out who the real Minho is,” the man purred behind you.

Normally you’d be embarrassed, but you needed something or someone to fill you up, to allow you that sweet release you desperately sought. You stepped up to the Minho in front of you and began to unbuckle his belt followed by his pants, eager to see his cock that has taken you to new heights.

Dragging the fabric down Minho’s thick legs, you came face to face with his hardened length, the sight alone causing you to clench your thighs together in anticipation. You pulled your panties to the side and straddled Minho before slowly sinking down on his thick cock.

This was torture, that is all Minho could think as you touched yourself, teased your body just like he would have done. He could barely contain himself as you straddled the other Minho’s cock and slid down to the hilt.

Minho couldn’t help but moan, a deep guttural sound that came deep within. You weren’t on top him, your walls not wrapped around his aching length, but he could still feel you. He could feel how warm and velvety your walls felt, how his tip hit your cervix each time you bounced.

He could feel the pleasure, so blinding just like it always was when you got on top and rode him. He wanted to look at you, watch your breasts bounce as you let out your breathy moans. However he couldn’t turn his head, as his clone was focused on you and your body.

He almost forgot Tristen was in the room until he grunted and sneered, “look at you love. Such a tease fucking both of them at the same time.”

That made you pause for a moment, settling fully on Minho’s cock as you turned and looked at the Minho to your right. He was breathing rapidly, his head straight ahead as if he was staring at something or someone. You turned to look at the Minho in front of you and gasped.

Somehow both Minho’s were connected, their actions in synch. You wondered if they felt the same as you bounced up and down on his cock. Experimentally, you rocked your hips, letting out a moan as his length dragged right along your sweet spot.

Both Minhos let out a groan, confirming your theory. The man behind you chuckled, clapping his hands again.

“Seems like you figured it out love. Go on continue.”

You knew now what you had to do. Slowly, you lifted yourself up off his cock, whimpering at the sudden emptiness. Hurrying over to the Minho to the right of you, you discarded his pants and quickly sank down on his cock, mewing out at the pleasure of being filled again.

You bounced with renewed fervor, struggling to focus on the little details of his face, his expressions, and even his clothes. You were close to orgasm, the coil building tighter within your belly. Minho held your gaze and let his lips part, his bunny teeth peeking out as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He completely surrendered to you and let out a howl as he came, his cum flooding your walls. You rocked your hips at an angle where your clit dragged against his pubic hair, stimulating you enough to let go, your orgasm taking over.

“Mmmm that’s it yes!” The man moaned behind you.

You got up slowly, your legs a little shaky from the position you were just in. You quickly covered your entrance with your panties, feeling Minho’s cum drip down into the fabric. You found your shirt and pulled it back on, your face warm with embarrassment.

“So what’s your choice?”

You considered his question, thinking back to everything you’ve just experienced. Your hands trembled as you straightened your shirt and sweat dripped down your brow. Turning around, you faced both Minhos and eyed both of them.

Slowly you walked up to the Minho to your right. “This is my Minho.” You declared confidently.

The man considered you for a moment, eyeing you with narrowed eyes. Suddenly a grin spread in his face. “Good job love.”

You huffed in triumph. Now you can go home…or so you thought. The man didn’t move but instead studied you.

“I have what I need, thank you for that,” he smirked as he held up the ring.

Minho bristled beside you, his anger written all over his face. “Fucker,” he mumbled as he tried to jiggle out of his restraints.

“I could let Minho go, but I think I should let his clone go first don’t you think?”

You were puzzled but then a second later you understood what he meant. Before you could say anything, the man was next to the clone in a flash, the barrel of a gun pointed straight in the center of his forehead.

Minho felt fear, his eyes crossing as he tried to look at the gun. He was going to die at the hands of this man, one of his father’s enemies…a clone himself.

“N…n..-“ he murmured, trying to get the word out.

You looked down at him and noticed he was trying to speak. With a shout, you lounged at the man right as the gun went off.

There was a scream and then silence as the silence spread over the room. You were lying on the ground, after falling at the last minute hitting your knees as you came down. Terror filled you as you didn’t know if Minho was okay.

Slowly, you gazed up, seeing the clone slumped forward in his seat, a stream of red trickling down his face. His eyes were closed and he was still, as if he were a statue.

Trembling, you looked behind you at Minho and found him staring straight ahead. He was in shock and trying to catch his breath. You were frozen in your spot, your ears ringing as you tried to figure out what to do next.

Minho was in pain, but even that word was an understatement. He was in agony. His head was pounding, as if someone was hammering a nail in the same spot over and over. He felt numb, the feeling not yet returned to his body.

He could vaguely see you scrambling over, fumbling with the restraints on his hands and legs. You sighed as they finally fell away and your arms wrapped around his torso to heave him up. You both hobbled toward the door, side stepping across the man who was sprawled out on the floor. He seemed unconscious and you were in no position to stop to find out if he was okay…not that you wanted to.

You spotted the ring a ways away and quickly snatched it before hurrying Minho out, down the hall and down the parking lot and into your car.

No second was wasted as you sped away, kicking up the dust in the process. Minho shifted in his seat and placed his hand on your knee. He didn’t speak, didn’t move as you navigated the roads back to your home.

Once in the driveway, you killed the ignition and sat in silence, letting it wash over you.

“Thank you,” Minho croaked, his voice still laced with pain.

“Of course, I’d do anything for you,” you whispered back as you reached for his hand to grasp it. “Let’s get you inside so you can rest.”

— —

The next morning, you bustled around, making breakfast and coffee, making sure everything was perfect. You were mumbling about the burnt toast when Minho appeared behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Morning,” he said feeling a little more refreshed.

“Morning Min.” You prepared the table and then sat Minho down placing a full plate in front of him.

You fixed your own and sat next to him and began to eat.

Minho cleared his throat, “he had a clone of me. I could feel everything that happened to him.”

You sat silently and listened, not wanting to interrupt his story

“I felt the bullet enter my skull. I thought I was a goner…”

“Who was that?” You asked, still not looking at your boyfriend.

“Tristen…an enemy of my father’s…but that’s all I want to reveal right now.”

You stared him in shock. No explanation after what you just went through? All for him? You were about to make a fuss but Minho just raised a hand to stop you.

“Trust me. “ he simply said lowering his hand back on the table.

You could trust him. You’d have to trust him. That much is evident. You could tell he was still in shock from last night, his face tinted with distress even though he tried to hide it.

“Okay,” you whispered and got up to clear the dishes.

As the water ran, you heard Minho get up and trudge back to the bedroom, his soft murmur of thanks barely reaching your ears. You finished cleaning and then went to your boyfriend, sliding into bed next to him.

“Min?” You cooed as you snuggled closer to him. “I know what can make you feel better,” you said with a purr.

You shimmied down onto your knees and looked up at your boyfriend, waiting until he merely nodded at you in consent.

Smiling, you reached into his shorts and grasped his softened cock, a sound rumbling deep in your chest as you watched him sigh and relax against the pillows.

You stroked his shaft, thumbing over his slit occasionally, the blood filling out his length steadily with each minute.

“Mm faster baby,” Minho grunted as he gazed at you with lustful eyes.

You began to stroke his cock in earnest, gathering up the precum that leaked from his reddened tip. You leaned over and spit on the head and continued the motions, listening to your lover fall apart in your hand.

Lewd sounds filled the room accompanied by Minho’s moans, a beautiful symphony in your ears. Taking your other hand you fondled his balls, giving them a squeeze and watching him jerk his hips upwards.

“That’s it Min, relax, lemme take care of you.”

Your voice was soft and smooth, the syllables wrapping around Minho’s ears gently, allowing him to relax in your hold. He felt on fire, the pleasure building as you jerked him off, all thoughts of Tristen, his father, and their business sliding to the back of his mind.

“I’m gonna come,” he whined as he chased that feeling as your warm hand stroked his cock over and over until he saw stars.

Minho looked up at you, looked at your hand and felt himself let go at the sight. Your hand was coated with his slick, the glide easily with how wet his cock was. As he came, his cum added to the pretty picture, the liquid slowly oozing down your hand and onto his pelvis and fabric of his shorts.

“Fuck,” Minho groaned as he collapsed on the bed entirely spent.

You withdrew your hand and licked the cum off, moaning at the salty taste. You watched and waited as Minho slowly drifted off, the post nut haze getting to him. You barely had to wait five minutes until he was out.

Grinning you scooted out of bed and went to wash your hands. You walked to the living room and pulled out your phone and pressed a name in your contacts. The phone rang, the shrill tone loud in your ear.

You were about to hang up when a familiar voice answered the phone.

Smirking you sat down and tucked your legs in. “Tristen? Onto the next phase.”

Minho said to trust him and trust him you did. However, you never told him to trust you and now it was coming to bite the prince of the most famous drug lord in the butt.

Oh well, you thought. It’s a dog eat dog world out there and you intended to make it to the top, no matter what you had to do to get there.

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- You’ll have his hands on you all the time! Discreet touches and taps that get your heart racing and your skin all warm under his touch! It feels so nice and right!

- You have all his focus when you’re alone. From the moment you wake up to the minute you’re back in bed with him! He’s partial to spending his off days with you in bed just because it’s way too comfortable to leave and you’re way too warm to separate from!

- You can be a little mean to him sometimes -just a little, though! Minho likes a challenge, loves to see you struggle when he’s the one driving you to the edge, and god do you love it when he does!

- You’re so entitled and so talkative. Sometimes the only thing he can do to shut you up and try to get some work done is by playing with you until there’s not a thought present in your head! And that’s just what you need!

- You have the chance to watch him practice. Admiring how he dances and runs through his vocal lines like it’s second nature. You could watch him for hours and he wouldn’t mind in the slightest because when he’s all done you’re the help him unwind! A nice treat after a session of hard work!

- You can overwork yourself sometimes -be a little stressed and overwhelmed and he’ll completely understand! Minho doesn’t mind helping you get your mind off things. Always ready to soothe you just the same way you do for him!

- You get to send him all the cute videos you want! Even silly ones of cats or simple interests you have. He’ll respond to every single one -sometimes a little more enthusiastically than you expected but you’re not one to complain!

- You’d be his second half. The person he can confide in and relate to when others fall short of doing so.

- You’d be his whole world -even when he’s a bit rough with you!…

Had some fun with this one…🖤

I refuse to call Twitter…”X”….like be so fr…it’s still TWITTER !! Anyways good night my loves! I’m going on a shopping spree tmr and I need my beauty rest for it! 🖤

[byuntrash101]

more of a cat person

f!reader x lee minho smut | mdni 1.8k it's your boyfriend's birthday and you gift him a... dog collar? Well not exactly... the collar is in deed for you but the gift is definitely for him nsfw tags under the cut

#28: pet play (twt p☆rnlink) pet play, dog collar and leash, a lot of teasing because i mean it's lee minho, oral (m), minho is an ass man (ofc), one spank, backshots, dacryphilia (he's a sadist <3), mild degradation, a lot of praising, he's gentle when he's gotta and then he gets rough because you both lil freaks, light breathplay at the very end, squirting, creampie ♡

a/n : im backkkk. honestly that one was so fun to write and so different. i hope you like it <333

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“A dog… collar?” Minho tilted his head quizzically as he held the odd item in his hand and set the small present box aside on the coffee table. “You know I’m more of a cat person, right?” he raised one eyebrow, slightly turning to you making the leather couch creek quietly.

“It’s not for you, dummy” you said, sliding between your boyfriend’s thighs, sitting on your heels, your knees resting on the soft rug. “It’s for me” you delicately took the collar from his hands and wrapped it around your own neck.

“It’s my birthday and you’re getting yourself a gift-... oh” Minho’s words trailed off when he finally understood where you were getting at. 

“Oh don’t get me wrong the collar is for me but the gift is definitely for you, Min” you said letting a little smirk pull on your lips as you flipped the golden tag. Minho reached out to it and swiped his thumb over the engraved writing.

“Minho’s bitch” he whispered. He liked what he was seeing, he knew that much by the way his cock was jumping between his thigh as he heard the metallic clink of the hook around your neck and you slipped in his hand the leash that came along the pretty pink collar.

“A pretty little fucktoy for my birthday, huh?” Minho twisted the leather around his wrist once, twice and tugged at the leash making you draw closer. “Aren’t I lucky?”

The way his eyes darkened with obscene thoughts made you squeeze your thighs together. Minho always liked to be in control and you knew this gift was going to be effective. But you didn’t picture he would get into the role this quickly.

“So you’ll do everything I ask you to tonight?” he said, taking his available hand and tenderly rubbing your cheek. His hands were warm and gentle.

“Everything” you whispered, eyes fluttering close, letting your cheek rest against his hand, quite literally melting in his touch. But you felt the leash being tugged sharply again pulling you even closer and making your eyes snap open.

“Tsk tsk” Minho clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow. “Never heard a dog speak before” his smirk was downright evil as he was looking down at you, keeping a certain tension on the leash to make sure he was having your undivided attention as he was disciplining you. “Bark for me, bitch. Bark for your owner.”

He was hanging from your lips, eagerly anticipating hearing you submit to him in the form of giving away your human right to speak.

“Woof woof” you uttered and Minho swore he felt his cock leaking at the tip right there and then. He was so painfully hard for you. And you could feel it, you wanted to relieve him, be good for your master. But you couldn’t say anything.

So you nuzzled him, you buried your face between his thighs, rubbing your burning cheek on his even hotter cock, feeling it respond to you through the fabric of his jeans.

“Awww, puppy. I think I understand what you want”

With his available hand Minho unzipped his pants and pulled out his leaking and raging hard cock. You swallowed thickly like a dog that was presented with his favourite treat, and that wasn't too far from the truth. You opened your mouth patiently waiting.

“Good girl” Minho praised as he breached your lips, feeling your hot wet tongue on his tip, he sighed at the contact and you moaned as his taste was filling your mouth again. You instantly felt the tension melting away from your shoulders. Kneeling between your boyfriend’s thigh was your favourite place on earth, where you belonged. And Minho also knew that much. 

You began sucking his cock, bobbing your head up and down until your drool was soaking his balls and making his jeans sticky and wet. He sighed every time you spent more time focussing on his cock head. You picked up the pace and took him deeper with every groan and sigh. It was the only things you could hear: him, the lewd and wet slurping noises and the clinking of the metal tag around your neck.

“Stay” Minho said in a commanding tone, pulling on the leash again when you were fitting him whole inside your mouth. “Look at me” 

How he loved to see you like that, watery heart eyes looking up at him, mouth filled to the brim with his cock. He was so close to cumming, shooting his huge load so deep in you it would probably go out through your nose but he couldn't. Not right now. He had to enjoy his birthday gift a little longer.

He tugged at the leash again but this time to get you off his painfully sensitive cock. He needed to feel your throbbing cunt around him. And he needed it now.

“Take off your clothes”

Without much thought you obeyed peeling off one article of clothing after the other until you were in your simplest form apart from the pretty pink collar. 

“Bedroom. Now.” You were eager, your sticky juices clinging onto your thighs and you hurriedly took a step towards your shared bedroom but once again the leash stopped you.

“Awww, puppy.” Minho tilted his head and gave a mock concerned half smile. “I wanna see you crawl.” He took your face into a gentle hold and urged you on your knees again. “Like a good little bitch. Right?”

“Woof woof” 

“Good girl”

You started crawling on all fours across the living space and through the hall. Closely followed by Minho, looking at your ass roll with every step. He always liked looking at you from behind, your ass was probably his favourite thing about you so you knew he was admiring you back there, taking in the breathtaking view.

“Up” he said once you reached the bed and you climbed up. “Stay right there. Nice and pretty for me.” You felt him grab your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed while you were still on all fours. Then you heard him fumble with his belt and shed the clothes he was wearing before you felt him palm your ass, fingers spread out to cup it, groping the flesh while his other hand was still tightly holding onto the leash. 

He landed a crisp slap on your ass, making you whimper. Music to his ears. You had to bite your lips to refrain from begging for more.

But the idea was quickly gone when you felt his tip rub along your slick folds, lewd wet noises erupting from the act.

“Look at how fucking wet you got from sucking on my cock and prancing naked on all fours” He spread you ass with both hands, looking at your pretty pussy opening up for him, more slick gushing out of the slit. “You really are a bitch. A cock hungry little whore.”

There were so many things you wanted to say, you wanted to say thank you, wanted to ask him to pull on the leash more, you wanted to beg for his cock. But you were determined to obey him, be a good girl for him and you stayed silent apart from the occasional whimpering complaints, which Minho tolerated.

So it was only understandable that you felt your cunt dangerously throb as soon as he pushed his cock inside. You waited for him for so long, you almost came undone as soon as you felt his tip gently kissing your cervix. But you couldn’t yet, not without disappointing your master so you clenched your jaw, fisted the sheets and grunted. Trying so hard to refrain yourself and it worked, somehow.

“Gooood girlll" Minho said, voice a little strained, he probably also was trying to hold himself back, that would explain why he hadn’t started moving yet. 

“Fucckkk” he sighed as soon as he started pumping his cock in and out of you, at first very slowly. The kind of pace that was driving you mad, and he knew it but that’s what he liked. He loved to make you suffer. And you heard the maniacal laugh when he felt you squirm under him, pathetically trying to fuck yourself back on his cock, matching his rhythm, biting your lips almost until you drew blood to keep your pitifully little pleas behind your teeth. Minho couldn't see but he knew you were crying right now. Thick tears rolling off your burning cheeks from the sheer frustration of being fucked too slowly after this much teasing. And he loved every second of it. He loved breaking you to put you back together. You were his toy.

“Your bitch cunt is so fucking wet and tight for me. You want more? Want me to fuck faster huh?” he picked up the pace.

“woofwoofwoofwoof” you mumbled incoherently.

“Good girl, what a good little bitch you are being for Master” Now he was hammering into you. “Hghh Fuck-” His nails dug into your side as he continued to smash himself into you, drawing more slick out of your throbbing little pussy. 

Minho knew he was close and he needed to make sure you would finish before he did. He might have been a psycho sadist but he was still your loving boyfriend and he wanted you to be satisfied.

“Now you’re gonna cum for me baby, ok?” he pulled on the leash again, making your neck awkwardly bend back. The pink collar dug into your skin restricting the blood flow to your brain. 

It was exhilarating. You were deliciously light headed, your ears were ringing, Minho’s words became unintelligible, and you felt your heart beat in your pussy every time Minho was smashing inside. You thought you couldn’t possibly feel better then that but then you felt Minho hand left your waist to press on your clit. He didn’t even need to rub it, only pressing it lightly was enough to send you over the edge, making your cunt gush out more cum as you pulsed and throbbed around your boyfriend’s cock. 

And he couldn't take it anymore, not when you were this wet, literally dripping over the sheets and not when you were milking him dry demanding to be filled to the brink with his hot cum. The least he could do was grant your wish. With a low agonizing groan and a final deep thrust he delivered his load as deep as he could, effectively creaming your little cunt until it oozed out of your abused hole. His dick was still twitching when he pulled, half hard.

He finally let go of the leash and your wits are quick to come back before you crash on your stomach, too bad for the sheets ruined by cum leaking out your pussy. Minho crashed beside you seconds later, panting, his hand haphazardly looking for yours. He brought it to his lips to lay a gentle kiss on it, before smiling adorably at you. There was nothing left of the darkness that was clouding his gaze a few seconds ago. Now he was looking at you with round loving eyes and his signature bunny smile that melted your heart.

“Happy birthday, baby”

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a/n: ugggghhhhh why is pet play + minho such a good combo thoughhh???? anyways if you enjoyed and reblog or comment before midnight i will be summoned into your bedroom tonight and i will talk for hours about my hyperfixations. you've been warned <3

[luvyeni]

🥀 … ( reaction ) it’s not over ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ trying to breakup with them but they don’t let you  ヾ

yandere!스트레이키즈・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・yandere ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・THIS IS A DARK GENERE manipulation , mentions of murder, language wc ・ 1.5k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. can i request yandere stray kids' reaction to you breaking up with them, at least trying to? if i can request something else as well, a general headcanon to the type of yanderes they each would be.

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 you asked for two things so i tried to combine them to , i hope you don’t mind !

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

chan is a manipulative yandere; he knows how to flip a situation and make you seem like you’re in the wrong. “you want to leave?” he asks with disappointment leaking in his voice. “did i do something wrong?” he sounds hurt. “i just don’t think we’re gonna work out anymore , you’re too controlling.” he tries not to get mad, “controlling? is me wanting to protect you too controlling?” you cant answer him. “my friends don’t even want to hang out with me because you’re always there.” he complain. “i can’t even go out with out you.” chan is smart though, he knows how to gaslight you. “what happens when you go out? when you went clubbing and that guy tried to take advantage of you , your friends are just jealous , do they have boyfriend who want better for them? no.” he said. “I do this because I love you.” he said , you start to feel bad. “if you want to leave then i can’t stop you but just know everything i did for you.” by then you already feel like shit , how could you do this to him? you couldn’t leave him when he cared so much for you. “i-im sorry.” you held your head down in shame. “it’s my fault for listening to my friends.” you don’t even notice his menacing smile, cause he knew he had you once again.

“it okay , but you know i can’t just let this be.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

lee know is a unpredictable yandere; one minute he’s calm, the next minute he’s lashing out , throwing things and breaking them. “leave? sure you can go out for a few hours , be home by 9:30 — no leave for good.” he stops petting the cat , looking up at you. his gaze alone is enough to scare you into submission , but you stand your ground. “i want to leave for good.” he doesn’t say anything just stands up. “no.” he walks away. “no? you can’t stop me from leaving , let’s just end this before things get worse.” he’s calm and level headed , until you piss him off which is what this conversation was doing. “did you not hear what the fuck i said!” he shouted , slamming the plate down into the sink , shattering it. “minho I can’t do this!” you shouted back , but he grabs your shirt , pushing you against the wall. “you don’t get it do you? you aren’t leaving.” he says threateningly. “i will kill you before letting you go.” and you know he’s serious. “i-im sorry.”

“that’s better , now go feed the cats while i clean the mess you made up.”

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

you can’t leave him; you want to but he made it so you can’t. changbin will make it so you’re so dependent on him before you decide to end the relationship that you it’s too late when you want to call it quits. “where will you go?” he asks. “you don’t have a job, when’s the last time you paid a bill?” he’s so relaxed about the situation. “i can get one and i can pay my own bills.” you respond. “you’d forget to feed yourself if i didn’t cook for you, or buy you food don’t be stupid.” if that doesn’t work he’ll just scare you into staying; he won’t ever hit you… that being said he might not hit you but he will use physical strength to scare you ( think about that one video of him holding seungmin by his arms and wrist ). “please let me- listen here.” he squeezed the back of your neck. “ch-changbin please, do-don’t hurt me.”

“i wont hurt you , but you need to drop this shit and drop it now.”

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyune is confusing ; he doesn’t really see what he does is wrong; so what he doesn’t let you out? what’s the reason for you to go out there when he’s inside here. “i can’t do this anymore.” he’s just sitting there painting as usual , not really listening because you’re being ridiculous. “are you listening.” he turns to you. “are you done?” and you’re just in shock. “good , go sit down.” doesn’t truly believe you’d leave. “hyunjin i said im leaving, i can’t stand being in here anymore.” that’s when he drops his paintbrush. “i said go sit down.” when you walk towards the door is when he fully gets up. he’s not violent — unless he needs to be, so he will rough you up , grabbing you by your shirt , throwing you on the bed. “why can’t you just fucking listen?” he curses. “there’s nothing out there for you , you can’t get any better then here.” he says , throwing your bag of clothes in the closet. “if you get up again , throwing you to bed will be the least of your problems.”

“now sit there and be good, like i said the first time , i won’t tell you again.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

jisung is a unhinged manipulative yandere; and his entire life is revolves around you. you’re the reason he breathes every morning. so if you aren’t there, what’s the point? “jisung we have to end this, this isn’t safe for either of us.” you held a bag in your hand full of your stuff. “look at your arms and legs they’re all cut up.” he stared at you with tears in his eyes. “i did it to show you how much i love you, why don’t you understand i love you so much im willingly to kill myself for you.” you stopped him. “that’s the problem ji , you’re not well. he’ll cry — very loudly , cries likes he’s been stabbed because in his head he might as well have been. “no! you said you love me! if you leave me i’ll kill myself , i really will.” he goes immediately to the knife he’s hidden because you threw the rest out. “jisung where did you get that?” he doesn’t answer , just puts it to his throat.

“the moment you step out the door i’ll do it.”

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

his obsession with you is too strong for him to let you go; even if his heart is telling him to, his brain is louder , he’s basically fighting himself and his brain is winning. “felix please let me go!” your legs were now tied to the bed , one arm connected to the bedpost as he tried to feed you. “im not hungry i want to leave!” you shouted , which made him flinch. “i-i can’t.” he says. “i know it’s wrong , you should be out there living life , but i just can’t.” he can’t let you leave him , he needs you. “I need you with me okay , i can’t breathe without you dove.” puts drugs in your food to keep you docile , he doesn’t want to hurt you , he’s probably the less dangerous one towards you at least. “im sorry please just drink some water.” you give in not thinking its drugged — until you involuntarily start to drift off. “fe-felix.” you can hear the sadness in his voice , he genuinely feel’s guilty. “im sorry, im so sorry.”

“i just love you so much i can’t let you go.”

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

i have said this before; seungmin knows you’ll leave regardless if he forces you to stay or doesn’t ; not matter if he threatens you, hits you, whatever. so he lets you go, that’s fine go — but not without a cost , guess you finally decided you no longer wanted your friend alive… otherwise you wouldn't have made the stupid decision of leaving him. “what did you do?” you dropped your phone upon entering his house. he has lured you there calling you from your friends phone… the friend who was currently bleeding on the ground; beaten mercilessly. “why the fuck did you have a male friend anyway if not to be a whore , should’ve killed him months ago. literally doesn’t care if you’re crying. “don’t cry now , this is your fault.” he said. “told you , I won’t ever hurt you.” he said the knife bloody , pointed at you.

“but everyone else is free game , these are just flesh bags to me, they mean more to you than me.”

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

jeongin is a yandere who likes to play games; you want to break up? go ahead and leave. when you do , he’ll actually leave you alone for a while , let you live your life, even let you get a new boyfriend. but that’s just cause he wants you to think he’s gone; give you that high; before the low. everything is so good — then suddenly you lose your job, so you have no income; then your boyfriend suddenly breaks up with you no warning. it’s like everything went to shit , and who is there to pick up all your broken pieces? well jeongin is there with open arms, ready for you to step right into them, but not without consequences. see that job you lost? jeongin called in a favor and got you fired. that boyfriend? well let’s just say jeongin sent a few photos of the both of you together and it was the end of that. “you see how i did all that.” he tells you after you sobbed in his arms after he told you what he did.

“i can make this much worse , don’t ever think of leaving me again.”

©️LUVYENI

[sweatyracoon]

Lee Know Hard Thoughts

A/n: That silver tooth is driving me crazy-

Warnings: Suggestive, pet names, smut MDNI, possession kink?

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who always makes sure you’re fed, even if you claim you aren’t hungry. Makes your favorite meal once a week, and always makes sure to get you snacks and coffee in the mornings, knowing you need a boost.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who massages your shoulders when you sit on the floor in front of him while he’s on the couch. He loves helping you relieve stress when he can since he’s gone so much. He likes to give you everything you ask for. He even rubs your scalp.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who loves holding your hand, even when you’re just sitting down. He doesn’t care if you think he’s clingy. He loves the way your small hand fits in his. He even plays with your fingers, twisting and turning them curiously. He memorized every curve and print on your hand (cat behavior).

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who gets jealous when another member looks at you for too long. Even if they are looking at a dirt smudge on your shoulder. You are his and his only to look at. And if he catches Hyunjin practicing pick up lines on you, he can’t help but fume. It may be innocent, but his possessiveness gets the best of him, causing a scene. The boys understand, but you get worried when he gets like that, and are quick to bring him down.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who officially named you his cat mom, forcing you to sign a random paper labeled contract, adopting his three beautiful cats. You both put a lot of time into those cats, and formed a bond you didn’t know was possible.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who loves making bets with you, even if he knew he would lose. He loves seeing the joy on your face when you ended up being ‘right’. He treated you like a princess, and enjoyed doing so. You were his, and he was forever yours.

MDNI!

Boyrfriend!Lee Know, who likes to mark your neck, seeing the dark purple spots bruise along your body. It’s an act of claiming to him, showing everyone who you belonged to. He especially loved marking your thighs.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who kisses passionately, with you two pulling away, spit covering both of your chins as you gasp for breath. You watch him grin before leaning in again, knocking you down onto the mattress.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who likes pinning you against the bed, seeing his looming shadow graze over you, making it look like you’re in a cage. He’s in control. He never knew it was something he was into before meeting you, seeing your small frame against his. He loved moving you like a rag doll to his leisure, and it turned him on even more knowing that you’ll just let him.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who pounds into you after prep, grunting with each thrust as he listens to your moans fill the room, the smell of sex filing his nostrils. He feels you tighten around him, slowing down just enough to edge you.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who calls you angel, and baby during these moments, making sure you feel loved and not used. As he goes deeper into you, he strokes your hair with one hand while the other grips the plush of your thighs, leaving bruises the size of his hand into your flesh.

Boyfriend!Lee Know, who uses the pull out method instead of using condoms. He wants to feel you, and nothing will get in his way.

Boyfriend!Lee know, who gives the best aftercare. If you don’t want to bathe, he will wipe you down before you fall asleep, and cuddle up next to you, whispering how well you did for him, and how much he loves you.

[krosiefics]

sleep talking • lee minho

MDNI 18+

WC: 795

Synopsis: in the teen vogue interview the members said that minho sleep-talks and soooo well my brain decided to spew this out…

Tags: pure smut, afab!reader, needy!minho, unprotected sex (be safe please), fingering, use of pet names (baby, love, etc), minho had a wet dream while sleep talking, established relationship, parasomnia, sleep talking, grinding, cockwarming(?), lwk dry humping, oneshot

You unlock the door of your apartment quietly, unsure if your boyfriend was asleep or not. You sneakily walked through the kitchen, leaving your bag and accessories on the counter top. A small purr caught your attention, you turn to your right and see Dori rustling around on the cat tower, he cuddles next to Doongie who doesn’t flinch when Soongi’s foot twitches and smacks him in the face.

You smile at your babies before creaking the bedroom door open, peeking inside seeing Minho curled up in the bed, his arms holding onto your pillow. You smile softly at him before slipping into the room, gently closing the door behind. You’re too tired to shower today and decide to just shower in the morning. After you change into your pajamas, you attempt to wiggle the pillow that Minho grasps.

“No, don't go.” Minho mumbled quietly, “I love you.” His grasp on the pillow tightens, pulling it closer, causing you to be pulled on top of him. The moment he felt an extra weight on him, Minho’s arms wrapped around you, holding you as if you were the pillow. “So soft.” He muttered. You smiled at the sleeping boy, Minho tended to sleeptalk, it was endearing hearing him talk out loud while he was dreaming. You plant a small kiss on his forehead. His face scrunched up, groaning as you finally pushed the pillow out from between your bodies.

“Mm…need it.” Minho grunted, you look at him, assuming he meant the pillow, but as you snuggle back into his hold you realize what he meant. Something poked at your front once you settled in. Your eyes shoot open as you feel him start grinding against your body. “Shit.” You sigh under your breath, “Need it.” Minho whimpered as his hands instinctively started roaming your body.

Your mind is filled with the temptation of taking him right now, but Minho being asleep made you rethink your wants. He stirs awake, his hips still rutting against yours. “Love, please.” Your eyes meet his, which have fluttered open slightly. You feel your cheeks warm up as his hands squeeze your ass. “Baby…please.” He pleaded, now fully awake.

“Fuck,” You moan softly as his hand comes around the front and touches your warm cunt. Minho gave you pleading eyes, his clothed cock rubbing against your pelvis. You nod at him giving him the go-ahead, the both of you were too tired to do this right, so he shakily moved your loose pajama shorts to the side as well as your panties. His calloused fingers flicking at your clit before sliding between your slick folds. You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure as two of his fingers slip inside your leaking hole. Minho’s thumb sloppily rubbing circles on your clit.

After a few minutes of Minho stretching you out, you spread your legs, nudging him with your knee that you are ready. Minho took your hint and shakily took his hard cock out of his sweatpants. He swung your legs over his hip as the two of you laid there. Minho aligned hs cock to your wet cunt and slid the tip in slowly until he bottomed out. You laid there, the feeling of his warmth filling you up sent more arousal down your leg. Every now and then one of you would move or grind your hips into each other.

“Feel so warm.” Minho sighed as he buried his head in your neck, leaving kitten licks on your collarbone. You moaned softly as his teeth grazed over your skin. He suddenly started pumping himself slowly into you. Small whines slipped from your mouth as he sensually moved out of you. Minho’s grunts in your ear were enough to send you over the edge, but you held off. His hand came down to play with your ass once again. “So good.” You whimpered as his other hand played with your clit.

“Love you.” Minho whined against your skin. “Love you too Min.” Your fingers dug into his back

Minho started leaving kisses up your neck until he reached your lips. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, but neither of you cared, both too exhausted. Minho’s pace slightly sped up as he neared his climax, his fingers continuously assaulting your clit. “Min,” You cried quietly as you felt your orgasm hit you. He continued thrusting himself into you, though you whimpered at the overstimulation, “I know love,” He cooed, “almost there.”

A few thrusts later he filled you up. He slipped out of you, reaching over for the tissues that sat on the bedside table. Cleaning himself and your body up slowly as you laid there for him. Within ten minutes the two of you were out. Peacefully snuggled into each other.

[hanquokka-mochimochicheeks]

♪ Against the Keys ♫

(sub) Lee Know x (f) pianist reader Word count: 3.3k Genre: established relationship, one-shot, smut, music Summary: You've been dying to give your boyfriend (Lee Know) a blowjob for a while, unaware of how sensitive he is. Things soon escalate as you discover another side of him. warnings: oral (f. and m. receiving) ⋆ dom/sub dynamic ⋆ creampie ⋆ edging ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ marking ⋆ mild blood ⋆ sensory play ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ a/n: tried writing sub LK because I thought it'd be fun- anyway, I hope I did him justice ♡

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It’s late in the afternoon and you and your boyfriend, Lee Know, are at home relaxing on one of your rare days off. Sunlight is pouring over your dining table, making it seem like the many sheets of music laid out on it are glowing. Despite having all the time in the world to play your beloved piano, you could never bring yourself to organise your sheet music. So after much procrastination, you finally got to work—making quite a mess in the process. 

Folders, pencils and paper are scattered everywhere and only now, after two hours, were you realizing how long this would take you. As you continue filing pages of music you let your eyes wander to your boyfriend who’s been engrossed in a book all the while. His eyes are lost in the pages, completely unaware of your staring as he’s lazily leaning into an armchair, legs wide with his chin resting on one hand. 

His tousled hair brushes against his eyelids, the outline of his muscles faintly visible beneath his loose t-shirt. His jaw tightens slightly as he scans the pages. Your heartbeat quickens as your gaze drifts lower to his crotch and your thoughts begin heading in another direction.

Lee Know was always the type to lead when the two of you were in bed. Of course this still meant he was respectful and made sure to only do things you enjoyed but that was most likely also the reason he had never asked you to suck him off. He wouldn’t want your cute mouth getting dirty while you used it to pleasure him. 

Giving him a blowjob was something you’d been wanting to try for ages; you just couldn’t find it in you to tell him that. 

Across the room, Lee Know has been stealing glances at you.

You’ve been at this for hours. Lee Know knows (hehehh) you’re not the type to be able to focus on boring tasks; but here you are, diligently sorting through stacks of music one by one and occasionally scribbling things. 

Although he had been trying to begin the book his workmate, Chan, had recommended to him, he was barely past the first chapter. Each time he began reading, he would catch a glimpse of you and end up distracted by your expression instead; how it would change every so often. Nothing could entertain him more.

His eyes are glued to you as loose wisps of hair float around your face when you lean over the table, your glasses sliding down your nose a fraction. He loved seeing how when you managed to slide the papers into folder leaves, a small, barely visible proud smirk would appear on your lips. He couldn’t help but take in how gorgeous you were, even when you were simply in casual clothes, sitting down and lost in concentration.

“Ahh!”, you cried out in pain. Your focus vanished, and you accidentally let your finger slide against the edge of the paper. Wincing you watch a drop of blood form on the thin cut and try to ignore the stinging. 

“Did you cut yourself?” Lee Know asks, his voice laced with concern. He sets his book down and sits up, his attention on you now.

“Come over here, let me see.”

Reluctantly, you go over to where he’s sitting on the armchair and let yourself plop onto his lap. He holds your waist in one arm and takes your injured hand in the other. 

“You’re way too careless. Do I need to keep you wrapped in bubble wrap?”

His words are sharp and scolding but the way he’s gently holding you says otherwise. He lifts your hand to his mouth and locks his eyes with yours, making you look away in embarrassment. 

He slowly licks away the blood and begins to lightly suck the cut. 

“Wait-wait stop, it stings.” you complain, flinching as the tip of his tongue presses into the cut, pink creeping over your cheeks. 

Lee Know loved it when you blushed; how it would show up on your cheeks as you look away to avoid eye contact. It’s the same now. Your face is flushed and turned from him.

Lee Know is aware you enjoy a little pain when he’s pleasuring you but you would never actually admit to it. You can never contain yourself when he tugs a little roughly on your nipples or slightly uses his teeth on your clit as he’s eating you out. 

The blood in his mouth was metallic but somehow still tasted like you. To Lee, Know you were like an exquisite dessert- one he would spend hours savouring if you let him. 

He releases your finger and you lean in to press your lips onto his. You pull away after a moment to lick the blood off your lip.

“Ew— why are you like this? That’s so unsanitary.” you sigh, ignoring the butterflies inside.

Lee Know smirks; the smirk that means he’s not done.

“But you liked it right? I felt your thighs rubbing together before.”

Oh no- he noticed? Blood rushes to your face; you’re dying to just melt into a puddle of shame. Surely now he must think you’re a freak who gets horny from getting their blood sucked. You cover your face as a useless attempt to hide your tomato face and go to lift yourself off of him. 

Strong hands wrap around your waist and you fall back onto Lee Know helplessly. There was no way this man was ever going to let you give him a blowjob. 

Lee Know is radiating joy as he hugs you tightly, overly happy with his discovery. 

Even if he had won this time you weren’t going to give up this easily. You turn to face him and bring your legs over to straddle him. 

“What do you want now, sweetheart?” he asks with a curious look.

You don’t answer and instead run your fingers over his dick through his sweatpants. He shivers in surprise, a smile playing on his lips.

Sliding off his lap, you slowly kneel down between his legs, worried he might push you away— your face now inches from his crotch. 

Lee Know chuckles deeply, and there’s a hint of nervousness in his voice as he says, “I appreciate the thought but you don’t have to do all that for me. You know I’d rather take care of you, right?”

Ignoring his words you lift the waistband over the bulge that had formed. A small noise escapes his throat from the sudden friction against his tip—now it was Lee Know’s turn to blush.

“Shit— you’re really doing this, huh?”, the words tumble from his mouth. 

The amount of pre-cum already leaking out takes you by surprise as you blow air onto the pink tip, delighted at the way it twitches. You gently hold the base and begin to kitten lick his long dick; the same dick that just last night had rearranged your insides, ruined you and cummed over every inch of your body. 

The fact that he’s entirely at your mercy now is sending Lee Know over the edge. He grips onto the arm rests and his eyes flutter closed as you take him in your mouth completely. 

"Shit—s-so warm—”

By this time his ears have changed to scarlet and he’s reaching down to place a hand on your head as if to stop you— but he simply doesn’t have any strength left. His mind is a mess as he lets you drink up every last bit of his self-control.

You’ve barely started but his breathing has become uneven and you can see the effect every little touch is having on him. You lightly scratch his inner thigh with your short nails and he trembles at the feeling. You just made your strong, calm and nonchalant boyfriend fucking tremble. You pause and look up at him in shock. His breathing is shaky, hair clinging to the sweat on his forehead and he’s drooling slightly as his glassy eyes meet yours. They’re unfocused and dilated. You’ve never seen him like this before

His cock is swelled and almost bursting and you realize he’s been doing his best not to cum this whole time. 

Wrapping your hand around his warm dick, you lick around the tip. 

“Cum for me, my cute kitten ~”, you teased almost sarcastically; never expecting to say those words out loud.

That was it for Lee Know. 

 "Ahh—fuck, I—I'm gonna—nghh!"

He cums mostly into your mouth as his head falls back and he continues to shudder. You swallow the hot liquid, licking your lips as it pours down your throat.

“You— you really just—”, he stammers, watching you swallow. 

“It’s bitter”, you state, innocently staring up at him. 

“Oh—uh, sorry? I guess?” he replies, still in a daze. He weakly reaches down to you in a way of silently asking to be held like the cat he is. Understanding this, you hug him and pat his head; feeling the shaking from his aftershocks gradually fade. 

You stand up to get him some water but he tugs lightly on your sleeve. “…Just stay here— please”, he mumbles softly.

“I’ll come back after I get you some water, okay?”

He nods, his breathing evening out. He’s finally getting himself together. 

You walk towards the kitchen, processing what just happened. He’s that sensitive?? You had never even imagined him making those sorts of expressions just from a blowjob. 

You’re back beside Lee Know and you place the cool glass of water in his hands. 

He glances over at the piano behind you. “Play for me," he asks, voice low and soft. "Wanna hear you."

You turn to the piano, fingers hovering over the keys. "Right now?"

He nods, shifting to get comfortable, his arm draped over his forehead. "Mhm. Feels nice when you play." His lips curve into a smile, eyes flickering to you. "I’ll just stay here and listen… ‘kay?"

You feel his gaze from behind as you settle onto the leather stool. Your fingers hover over the keys for a moment before you press down and a sweet melody begins to flow. You always  like playing for Lee Know, you can tell he enjoys it too.

You’re so absorbed in the music, you don’t even notice when Lee Know comes up behind you until he wraps his arms around your waist and leans his head on your shoulder. You relax in his warmth and lean back into him as you continue playing. 

You feel your concentration slipping as his hands travel to massage your breasts. His lips land on your neck and he delicately nibbles down the skin as he plants gentle kisses. It’s so unbearably soft and sweet. Your eyes fall closed for a second and your finger slips off a key, a wrong note interrupting the tune. 

"Oh? That didn’t sound quite right." He hums, lips brushing your collarbone. "Is it me? Am I messing up my lovely pianist?"

“Shush— I’m a professional, this is nothing”, you mutter stubbornly.

He smirks, feeling his confidence return. “Ahh, so it was my fault then~”

You stop playing as Lee Know slides the stool away from the piano and you wobble backwards. Before you can say anything, he’s crouched beneath the stool, in between you and the piano.

He pushes your thighs apart and nuzzles his head at your core. 

Massaging the flesh of the back of your thighs, he sucks at the skin just below the hem of your shorts making you flinch. He continues leaving light marks on your inner thighs before covering each one with a soft kiss. 

"Don't lose focus now, sweetheart. I wanna hear every last note." he murmurs against your skin.

“Yes, yes, I know”, you say, trying not to push your hips further against his warmth. 

The position you’re in is a bit uncomfortable as you’re on the edge of the seat but you’re determined to prove Lee Know wrong and play well anyway. 

You let the music flow again trying not to let your mind wander as Lee Know presses his mouth onto your pussy through the thin material of your shorts. 

He starts sucking— hard. Your fingers tense as you keep hitting the keys and you try not to let out a sound but it’s no use, your thighs are now squeezing around his head. 

“Mm— keep playing for me sweetheart; it sounds heavenly.”

You don’t reply and regain your composure just enough to play from where you left off. It was too late to hide how good it felt; you were soaked through and Lee Know could already taste you through your shorts. 

But this isn’t enough for Lee Know— he wants you crumbling and choking on his name. 

A gasp leaves you as he slides the wet fabric to the side and licks directly on your cunt. The sounds of his tongue against your slick pussy are so dirty and feel out of place paired with the calm classical music you’re messily playing. 

"Fuck…you taste so sweet baby"

His tongue slips inside and moves around as he tastes every part of you. “Ah?—m-mmh”, you shiver, the sensation catching you off guard. He uses his thumb to slowly rub your clit and you’re on the verge of losing it.

Your fingers that have been on auto-pilot stop moving when Lee Know suddenly breaks apart from you. 

“Huh? What— I was just about to…”, you trail off.

“I don’t know what you mean. I thought I’d enjoy your playing for a moment— it’s a shame you stopped.”

Staring back at the music, your eyes watering, you obediently play again— this time more spiteful and annoyed. You hadn’t even asked for this to happen and now you had to actually earn it too.

Lee Know leans back in to continue devouring you, but pauses, admiring the way you’re dripping, begging to be touched. 

He slides his fingers in, and you feel the cool metal of his couple’s ring he’s wearing rubbing your entrance as he moves in and out of you. You got the rings together in New Zealand; it’s smooth and silver coloured with your initials engraved on the inner side. When you bought it, you certainly didn’t expect it to go through all this.

Lee Know’s sucking on your clit now, his tongue grinding into the bundle of nerves and your brain is turning to mush. You’re torn between concentrating on your hands and utterly giving in and fucking his pretty face. 

Your playing has been speeding up; desperately chasing both your high and the end of the piece. Your whole body’s twitching, and you can barely think as you reach the final chord, his fingers fucking deeper now and his nails digging in your skin.

"Aaah fuck, Lee Know—I can’t—I-I’m gonna—!"

The intensity of your orgasm has your back arching and eyes rolling back as your hands collapse onto the piano causing a smash of notes to play as you’re swept up by it.

Lee Know only slows down when you’re squirming, hand tangled in his hair, trying to pull him away. Your thighs haven’t stopped twitching, so he gently massages them, caressing the hickeys and bruises in the process. He looks as much of a mess as you do, if not more; your fluids are spread all over his chin, drool seeping out on his swollen lips, pupils blown wide and he’s catching his breath after practically suffocating himself. Most of all you notice how painfully hard he’s gotten.

The aftershocks are still hitting as you shift on the seat, wincing, but you are determined to get your revenge.

"You made me feel so good, baby… I wanna do the same for you."

You look down to see him better; he’s resting his head on the piano with his legs spread wide. His hips are lifting involuntarily like he’s begging for relief. The slight rub of his sweatpants against his cock makes him let out a low groan; he doesn’t want to admit it but he’s completely surrendered. He had lost all self-respect from the moment your soft thighs wrapped around his head. 

“Whatever you want—hah—just… just tell me what to do”, his voice is soft and desperate.

Cupping his face, you say, "Awh— you look so pretty like this… think you can sit on the stool for me?"

The way he’s sweetly obeying your every word and staring up at you like nothing else matters is so different from his usual mischievous cat-like behaviour. It’s almost pathetic how utterly defenseless he is.

Lee Know makes himself comfortable on the stool, leaning on his hands behind him with his cock sprung out against his stomach. You settle yourself on his lap; his firm muscular thighs shaking as your butt makes contact with him.

As he reaches for your waist you say gently, “And from now on… No touching me, okay?”

Despite groaning at your words, he nods in response. You’re both so drenched you slip onto his cock easily, both of you moaning from the sudden friction. 

“Hah—ah, y-you’re so… you’re so tight, I—", his voice stutters, eyes squeezing shut as his fingers grip onto the stool. 

You start moving on top of him and you both know how embarrassingly close he is. “Mmh, you’re—fuck, you’re milking me, I—oh, gosh—" His head falls back, lips parted.

Then you stop—Just like he did before. 

"W-wait—what? Why—?" His dazed eyes blink up at you, the satisfaction on your face saying everything. Lee Know’s flushed expression is a mixture of hurt and completely lost and you almost feel bad. 

You smirk and slowly begin moving again, pleased at his reaction. Edging him might just be the best thing you’ve discovered in life so far.

"P-please, please let me touch you—"

You ride him faster and his breathing is becoming more ragged; he’s close.

You can’t help yourself— you lift off his dick. 

"H-holy shit—no, don’t do this—please, I was—fuck, I was so close—!" His head falls back, pure agony on his face from having his orgasm stolen again. By now his dick is swollen, so close to spilling.

“Hah—please—please, I can’t—", his voice wobbles as his hips rut up into the air uselessly, biting his lip in distress. 

“Baby, please—t-touch me—fuck, I—" His hands twitch like they want to grab you, but he stops himself, letting out a wrecked little whimper instead.

You slide onto his dick again and his head drops forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder, gasping, and you feel a drop against your skin.

You haven’t even started moving but he quietly begs, “C-can I cum? Please, please say I can—”

“Shh, I know. I can feel how close you are. It’s okay, you can fill me up."

You bounce on him again, this time taking him deeper. Lee Know’s breath stutters, little moans come from his throat and his eyebrows knit together like he’s in pain. The tear stain on his cheek glistening as he throws his head back. 

"I-it’s too good—too fucking good—hnnngh—I’m gonna—"

He’s interrupted by his orgasm hitting him like a train. The hot liquid is shooting into you and you shudder; still relentlessly riding him through his high. He’s shaking hard as his cum overflows and leaks out at where you’re connected. 

You gaze at Lee Know melting in pleasure beneath you, more fucked out than ever and looking like he’s just seen heaven.

He’s broken; you broke him, and you loved every second of it.