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Just imagine, Minju finds out about the #BreedMinjuSociety and she masturbates at every breeding fic about herself...

#BreedMinju

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju Smut

Written as an apology for no Valentine smuts or updates, lol. I'm sorry. With no fucks left to give about the past tense lingering in this fic, please give it up for Mingming.

The internet is truly home to strange things. That is what Kim Minju learned the day she searched her own name on an app called Tumblr. She has had it on her phone for a while, ever since she was younger and posted random things on it when she pleased. But now that she is famous, she wondered what would show up if she searched herself up on here like she did on Google.

What she found surprised her to say the least. While some were GIFs of her performances and photos for profile pictures of stan accounts, what flooded her tag were several explicit stories featuring her!

And what was that tag underneath one of them: #BreedMinju?

Curiosity killed the fox. When she clicked on it, her eyes widened to the size of saucers when she saw what was written under the hashtag:

More. More explicit fictions of her, but now there was something different about them: they were written to portray her being "bred"! What was this… "Empty ft. IZ*ONE Minju"? And this one featured Chaewon too, with her part of the story showing her as an idol who was begging the reader to breed her.

What's more? Several tumblrs like kaedewrites, shootmetwice25, and russet-pots expressing their desire to breed her! They really were fans on the next level…

Now, Minju scrolls through the tag on her phone while thinking about what she should do about this. Hmm… should she tell her manager and have them sued? With her status and position, she could charge these people a few million won and leave a richer woman.

Wait, maybe she could just leave them alone! Having explicit content created about idols is inevitable. Even if she had these deleted, more and more content of her would come out—whether they were GIFs cut at the right time or smuts.

Or… should she read some of these fanfictions?

No harm in trying! she tries to justify it to herself. They're all out in the open anyway. Isn't that just an invitation to read them?

Minju looks around the room. Now that she's a solo actress, she doesn't have to share her room with anybody like she did during her IZ*ONE days. All that she sees are the furniture in her room and her wardrobe. Nothing else.

It's just her, her bed, and her phone.

Her eyes linger on one particular post. No Consequences ft. IZ*ONE Minju. Oh, it was posted just today—her birthday! And it seems to be a birthday gift for her fans who miss her today too.

But it could be a little present for her as well.

Minju sits back into the mini walls of white pillows behind her, eyes searching the ceiling of her bedroom for something that could help her decide. Should she really read or interact with explicit content about her? That's the opposite of what she should do, actually.

But she hates how inviting the idea seems to her.

She props her chin on her palm as her thumb hovers over the "read more" button.

Hm, she thinks, what if…

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One hour later, Minju's palm suffers the volume of her screams, clamped around her mouth to try to contain her sounds. Her fingers furiously work in and out of herself beneath the duvet. Though they are starting to ache, Minju doesn't stop at all. She feels too good, too euphoric. Who knew just words on a screen could have her this wet? This @kaedewrites guy is magical at this.

She couldn't even go on to read another oneshot. This particular fic has a chokehold grip on her, almost as tight as her pussy clenching on her fingers.

"Hm, ahhh!" She yelps a little, quivering pants leaving her parted lips. Now the hand that she used to cover her mouth grabs onto the phone again, clicking it open to read her favorite part.

Now she imagines it, as lewd as it may be: one of her beloved fans, treating her like nothing more than a sex doll, drilling into her at a fast, unbelievable pace that has her begging for more. Fuck, if only a cock is fucking into her instead of her fingers…

But this smut is what helps make it feel that way. Again, she has never realized the impact words could make. Hm, while a fine speech would make an inspirational impact on its listeners, this smut's impact is just making her dangerously turned on.

Heat wraps itself around her whole being. She gasps loudly, eyes reading the fiction over and over again as her body starts to fail to take any more of the pleasurable thrusting.

She starts to lose control. Minju cries out a sound that is difficult to differentiate between a yelp and a sob while her pussy leaks the fluids of her heat onto the bed. Her wrist meeting her needy clit everytime her fingers sheathe themselves back in her core, the thought of fingers being stuffed in her mouth while she is degraded and used…

Her bedroom becomes nonexistent. Her mind takes her to the fictional place within the post: the dressing room of her own wedding, being forced to watch herself cry and writhe in the mirror as a cock is pounded ruthlessly inside her. She hastily adds a third finger to try and make up for the loss of a real dick, and though it isn't enough, it definitely feels better.

"Fuck—"

Her hips—the very wide hips her fans loved to imagine breeding in between—buck upwards to meet her hand. Minju squeezes her eyes shut, real tears streaming down her red pleasured face, and lets out a helpless scream.

"I can't take it anymore—!"

And what makes it too much for her is the thought of looking through these fictional sex writings of herself, and the guilt of being turned on rather than following what her management would make her do: report it to them. Somehow, that very guilt of enjoying how wrong this is is what pushes her off the edge.

A girl could only take so much. Minju's juices rain down on her sheets like a merciless flood. Her fingers are wrinkly from being exposed to this much wetness already, but she never stops thrusting them into herself. Her thighs feel sticky as they squeeze around her arm as if trying to make it stop themselves, even as her fingers fuck her deeper.

"Fuckkkkk!"

Such an explicit word should never be heard from a girl who looks as innocent as her. But it spills continuously from her lips. Her whole body trembles as if cold from the air-conditioner.

Minju's eyes open once again. She could feel herself shaking, struggling to breathe properly. Her nipples, which she had only noticed now were revealed because she'd lifted her shirt up to her chest, were slick with her own saliva when she had rubbed it onto them to amplify the pleasure. The very thing still rocks through her body, but now it does in gentler waves, letting her ride out her high.

After she allows the ecstasy takes its course onto her, a new idea is spawned into her mind: read every smut of her there is on this platform, and cum just as hard to each one.

Even if the pleasure hadn't stolen the logic in her mind, she would not have stopped herself. After all, the birthday girl could do anything she wants today.