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Kinktember Day 4: Dollification

ILLIT Park Minju x male reader smut

words: 6,488 Kinktember Masterlist

Art is eternal. Who was it that once said that a thing of beauty is a joy forever? Was it Byron? Was it Yeats? Who cares. But that line, however trite, does kind of get the concept down, really, as clichéd and insipid as it sounds.

Minju, too, is a joy forever, with her soft face, her sweet body, and her delicate touch. On this, I will allow you an image: she was the absolute pinnacle of girlhood, the perfect blending of innocence and wanton sexiness. When you pressed her slender wrists down into the sheets of her bed with those pale, thin fingers and pinned her slender body with your cock, you became one with a living, breathing piece of high art. The feeling of that, ah, that is something you cannot ever convey. And that's probably how it started, your obsession with her; she was beautiful and delicate and utterly desirable. She had all the loveliness of a porcelain figurine; just looking at her could arouse you, bring about your lusts and make your mouth dry up.

But there is something, and you realise this, something both primal and shameful, about wanting to sully that image of innocence. Not, of course, that your feelings towards Minju are wholly visceral—you do love her, and genuinely so. The things you do may imply something different, a detachment from her as a person if someone were looking in from the outside, but just as you assured her, it's an act born out of admiration. It's an act out of devotion.

To dollify the living, breathing, loving, feeling organism called Minju, then to make her merely an object for your desires. Ah, there's something wonderfully, gloriously filthy in that—the violation and the liberation. In all those actions and thoughts, you can be sure, is that undercurrent of perverseness and lust. Your lips tracing across Minju's navel is an act of passion, one to express the fullness and warmth that has bloomed inside your chest. Your hands gripping her thighs so tight that they leave deep, crimson fingerprints on the skin is an act of passion too—one to express a primal need.

When it all starts, Minju, a girl so usually full of energy and vivacity, is demure and quiet; she sits in this stoic way in front of you, knees together and her hands resting on her thighs, just below the table. The table holds the tools of your art: hairclips, mascara, lip gloss, nail polish and everything else. She waits, as she always does, in silent expectation.

Minju wears the outfit you laid out for her that afternoon. The fabrics are light and flowing, cotton in a milky off-white colour hugging her upper body and a linen shirt whose billowy sleeves hang around her slender arms; at the wrists, she keeps the cuffs rolled up. Cotton shorts, equally soft, equally neutral in colour, held to her small waist by a ribbon as a makeshift belt. All of it was chosen specifically by you—it's all so very angelic, and comfortable. Innocent.

You set about your work, asking her to place a hand on the table. Nails take the longest to dry so you start there: you paint the end of each of her slender fingers one at a time, taking great care, letting her rest her hand in the palm of your own as you go through the motion. Whisper-like strokes of the brush over the thin keratin in a pastel shade, the pink of newly-blossomed cherry flowers. A compliment to her fair complexion.

One hand done, you raise it closer to your mouth and gently blow over the fingertips, to quicken their drying. Her hand, in yours, is ever so small. So petite. You remark this, smiling, and her expression—wide-eyed and quietly attentive—softens. It's a sight so adorable; how the ends of her lips upturn as if you've said something exceptionally touching. That's the thing with Minju; you just never quite get used to how much trust and affection is conveyed in those big, soft eyes.

Not long until the other hand is done, perfect crisp painting without a single smudge, or mistake.

You screw in the brush, then stand to move the table aside, you pull it away from her and then push it away. You kneel at her feet, hand resting gently on a small calf. You lift a leg, then draw your hand down it, to her heel. Bare feet, too, are a marvel in and of themselves: smooth skin over arched bones. Like all good things, it's imperfect; she's a dancer after all, still, she takes all the care to moisturise and you take all the care to massage them.

Now, Minju is ticklish, always has been, so when you take hold of her foot in preparation to paint her nails, she struggles not to break composure, and yet a cute little smirk betrays her. With one hand, you hold it steady; with the other, you reach to the table and draw the brush from the pot of white paint. White like the brightest snow, a winter's morn. You make slow, even strokes, over her nails, starting with the big toe and making your way down the digits, till her little feet are thoroughly and beautifully made up.

She flinches occasionally, under your touch, but with great care, you never make a mistake. No stain on her flesh. Repeated for her other foot too, each followed by a patient period of gently blowing, which sees her struggle against the tickling of her flesh even more. This time, she moves, almost unable to help it—and you know that to admonish her would not be the gentlemanly thing.

"It's okay Minju. Relax," you tell her, softly, as she takes a steadying breath, "that's it. Good."

It is here where you see a glow of pleasure and a hint of a smile on her pretty, youthful face, at hearing words of praise from you. This you know well: to Minju, your affirmations have an almost spiritual significance. In all the time you have known her, she has yearned to do well, to make others around her happy, to gain approval and affection, and as someone important in her life, this sentiment extends to you.

"My angel," you call her, not for the first time, and definitely not for the last. You lean close to place a gentle peck of your lips against her leg, just above the ankle, which causes her to stir. But that's okay, a moment of weakness is ever expected. You shift away from her leg, letting the soft flesh slip from your hand, and admire the neat work you have done so far. "There we go."

You bring your chair close to her, so you can sit, knee to knee across from her and set to work on her pretty features. First, you frame her face by clipping back the locks of fine honey-brown that threatened to obscure her eyes. Then you take the lip gloss in a soft rose colour, and a slender, synthetic-haired brush, and begin the work of accentuating her lips. Start at the top and glide over the curve that runs along her cupid's bow. Define the fine edges and then coat, to treat yourself to a shimmering pink glow; a shine over the otherwise natural look.

"Perfect. Oh, how I want to kiss them."

Minju doesn't say a word but the look in her eye speaks all the same, 'I wish you would do it.'

She remains still as you take hold of the thin eyeliner pencil in one hand and Minju's chin with the other, carefully positioning the tip under the lash line, and drawing it slowly, ever-so-carefully. Drawing a light, curved line to the side, first on her right, and then on her left. Do the same, light and clean, under the bottom lashes, being extra sure to define her creases.

Her eyes, as you study them, are so rich and vivid in colour that they command all of your attention and all of your efforts. So you work carefully, deliberately; being this close to her means you can see each speck, each mote in those deep, earthy brown irises. This intimacy, the face-to-face nearness of it all, brings on a unique vulnerability: when she closes her eyes next, to allow you to apply shadow to her lids, Minju puts herself at your mercy.

Minju's lips part and a small but noticeable hitch of her breath follows as you pull yourself away and admire your work. She has this kind of seductive natural pout—soft, shapely. Something alluring that the angles of her mouth lend her. As you sweep blush powder over her cheeks with a fine, oval-shaped brush, she utters a soft question, "How does it look?"

You bring a finger to rest against the fullness of her cheek, letting it trace along her soft flesh, down her jaw, and under her chin—before bringing it upwards, a physical prompting, to make her lift her chin higher. "Perfect. Always."

It occurs to you, as you define her eyebrows in quick, practised strokes, that for all the work you put into her, the inhuman focus and the undivided attention, this effort is nothing against the absolute, undying beauty that is Park Minju. It's a sort of colour-by-numbers deal; with all the perfect lines drawn out, it's up to you—a mock amateur—to simply embellish, to exaggerate, what is already there. To add shadow, light, and life.

You finish your work creating ('Creating' is the wrong word, more so, refining) the perfect doll. Minju keeps still, and patient. Beautiful.

"Precious girl."

By her earlobe, just below the jaw, there is a spot. The most perfect, sensitive area, to which you bow your head. Close your eyes. Place your lips. You kiss this spot, slowly, dragging your lips against her flesh, across it, revelling in the delicate softness. Revelling in her soft little moan, muffled only by pursed lips.

You push your chair back, and stand, looking down at her from above. You draw the clips back from her hair and it falls back into the perfect place. You circle around her once, slow, methodical. Taking all of her in, marvelling.

The greatest treasure in all the world. A masterpiece.

She follows your every guidance as you pull her to her feet. After all, she is, for tonight, nothing more than a doll. Pliable. Openly, and explicitly, subservient. You turn her and position her before a full-length mirror set in the far corner of her room. There she stands, arms at her side, staring back at you with doe-like, innocent eyes. There you stand, tall, strong behind her, hands on her arms.

"Perfect. You really are the most precious girl."

Your grip on her upper arms is gentle but firm as you ease her forward into a bend at the hips, tilting her towards the mirror as you place her into a pose. Fingers playing lightly down her limbs, like stroking the keys on the piano, or the strings on a guitar. You place her hands behind her back, and instruct her expression, "Give me a sweet smile."

Your voice is quiet in her ear as she nods, just the slightest, almost indiscernible incline of the head. She stares down the mirror as her full, kissable lips slowly contort into a charming, simpering smile, the type that the most beloved princesses often wear. You press up behind her, brushing your body tight against hers and see how that lovely little grin of hers slowly stretches up, to become ever so slightly crooked.

In your reflection in the mirror, you see yourself behind her. She holds perfectly still, hands fixed as if bound at the wrists, legs set slightly apart. "Pretty, don't you think?" You ask, teasingly. You press a little into her upper back, angling her in such a way that in the reflection you see down her cotton shirt, revealing the taut, soft curve of her small breasts. The sight of that, the teasing glance, is intoxicating. It brings a slight tremor down your spine, one you swallow down with a sharp breath. "Yes," you assure her, "Very pretty."

Her breathing comes laboured now, sharp little gasps; perhaps it has started to arouse her too, knowing herself to be at the mercy of your hands. Knowing herself to be nothing more than an object at this time—a living doll. To be used, played with, broken, toyed with, cared for or cast aside as you will.

You pull her to a stand and guide her away from the mirror. Her legs are long but you tower over her. She's so light to the touch, the petite girl, that should you need to, you could carry anywhere you desire in one swooping embrace.

You lead her to her dresser, to pose her against it. You guide her lithe left leg, so it crosses over the right one, you place her hands on the wood and let her rest against it. And she, docile, complies. "Like this?" She whispers.

"That's perfect."

You draw the collar of her shirt over her left shoulder, the one closest to you, until it hangs at around elbow height, exposing the skin underneath. A bare arm, all the way up to the strap of her tank top. You smile, admiring your own work, her poise and posture. You adjust her face, so she gazes slightly down in front of her. A final check to ensure the pose is perfect. It doesn't hurt that Minju is a natural when it comes to expressions: there is always some inflexion to the curl of her lips and the shape of her eyes, that says, 'I love this'.

You take the final unused item from the table, a Polaroid camera, one of the new instant types. This one, white, boxy and expensive, is perfect to capture Minju's pristine beauty. One image taken of her here, a pose in the frame, holding the photo to wait for it to develop is worth, it seems, a thousand words. It never ceases to amaze you: how well the camera captures her: how it draws out that natural aura of Minju and depicts it on the fine gloss. It makes, in effect, a perfect keepsake.

You take two more shots, each one giving you pause for appreciation. Each one, was perfect, like it was a scene from an album cover or the poster for a movie. She watches you from her position, gazing intently at you with a lovingly longing gaze. Watching you in fascination, and admiration.

You hold one in front of her. "This is my favourite, look at the way your leg curves here," you point to it, showing her. "And here, the shoulder, just at that angle. See the light dancing in your eyes and on the pink gloss, on the lips. Beautiful."

She remains lifelessly still staring at herself in the print without a word or reaction.

"Now, just one more like this, but first..." You place the camera slowly on the dresser, then grab the hem of her shirt. You fold it in under itself a few times until it sits taut across her stomach, just above her button. Her narrow waist is set into beautiful relief: a curvature down toned abs leading to between her thin hips. Then you pull at the other shoulder of the shirt, more pale skin, more svelteness of form, more smooth flesh. There's a light shiver through her skin as you graze her arm with your finger.

You push slightly into her chest, leaning her back a little over the dresser and then you tilt her head back exposing her neck. Soft lips fall open just the slightest, like the petals of a rose blooming, a faint gasp of a moan parting her pink lips, and her heavy breathing filling her heaving chest.

Taking the camera, you step back, crouch slightly, hold the lens up to eye height and take the shot; a flash and a click of the shutter is followed by a slow hum and a whir of the plastic film rolling out. Another polaroid, you take it to her, tugging lightly at her chin to direct her gaze to it. "This one," you breathe in close to her, placing a kiss on her exposed neck, "is something truly special." You fix on her scent, something fruity and soft: orange blossom undertones.

Minju lets out a soft gasp.

"This one turns me on. The exposed skin. The lustful eyes. Those parted lips, like an invitation," you utter, "do you know how beautiful you look, Minju? How sexy?"

The deepening of her breath tells you what you want to hear.

"New pose. Come here." You take hold of her bare shoulders and pull her to a stand. Her shirt hangs at her back between her elbows. You move behind her as you guide her toward the window, opening her curtains wide and letting the final embers of sunlight in to kiss her skin. You slip her shirt from her arms that hang by her side. "Let's lean you against here."

You guide her hands onto the sill of the window. Let her hands rest flat against it. Hold her by the hips and pull them back, making her shuffle her legs back. Make the curve of her ass tighter, the flex of her lower back deeper.

You pose her into this deep bend, then guide her face up so she faces the evening light. So she basks, regally, in the final glow of the setting sun, and you can see the pinking hue reflected in her eyes.

"Be a good doll and remain still."

The heat has turned Minju's pale flesh red, but you soothe her with a palm, a brush against a soft cheek and an affectionate 'hush'. You fixate upon the curves and lines of her back, following the path of her spine down with your hand, taking care to remain in the hollow. That central channel carved through her back that draws down the centre, passing by dimples in her lower back before widening at the hips and merging into her tapering waist, is a work of art unto itself.

A simple touch of a kiss against that soft flesh at the base of the spine, and Minju fails to disguise a sharp breath as you kneel, her bare calves become a mounting point for your hands. She inhales in soft, controlled bursts as your fingertips stroke around the curve of her lower leg, working around and under the leg, dragging slowly upwards as you make careful circles over her toned calves, till your finger hits the lower thigh. Upward, further. Her body trembles gently as your hand traces along her inner thigh, up to her light cotton shorts where you draw your hand over to the back of her thighs and back down.

"Be a good doll," you repeat, quiet, breath warm against her lower back. You hook your fingers into her shorts, running your palms on her taut, toned little ass. Slight tremors from Minju ripple through your skin as you hook in the fingers of either hand beneath the elastic of her underwear too. A lingering hesitation passes as you focus, and in the serenity of the moment, you draw everything down in one slow, measured pull. The sight of the white cotton dragging down over the firm roundness of her ass has you weak.

You stop at her ankles, and one at a time, you lift a foot out of the clothes, and pull them free, planting her foot back down in a slightly wider stance. You look up, and to her faint reflection in the window, and admire the look she wears, the unnerving determination to hold still and say not a single thing. The deep red hue paints her skin as the day darkens.

"Stay," you command.

You find the camera one final time, to indulge in one final intoxicating shot: Minju, back beautifully lit by the last remnants of the sun's rays, the light striking her skin and making the paleness and tone all the more beautiful; the slight swell of her hips, the small, firm, almost apple-like curve of her behind, and those slim toned thighs in the shadow.

"Hold for me, don't move."

She stares resolutely into the distance through the window, hands clutching the edge of the window sill as you draw the viewfinder to your eye once again. Click, a flash and a whir. The exposure of the light behind her leaves a shadowy image on the thinning film of her nude behind; the smooth line of her legs, her trim waist and that sweet little thing between her legs. An air of sophistication; and one of sin.

"See this?" You show it to her and the embarrassment causes a flutter in her eyes; the arousal of watching her own bare ass on the printed film causes the slightest redness of her cheeks. "I'm going to use that right there. Stay."

There's another twitch in her eyes as you walk away and leave her there, still posing, looking as sensational as ever. You walk out the door, to drink, relax, anything to make her wait. Make her suffer the indignity of exposure and vulnerability.

You spy her through the doorway and never does she move a muscle, your little doll-girl stands there obediently as requested. Time passes—several minutes. And yet she, with such admirable determination, wills herself to stay in position until you return. And you do. You saunter back in, slow. Walking behind her and she never once looks back over her shoulder.

You rest a hand on her waist and the contact is met with a sudden release of tension—her chest falls with a sigh. Her pose remains perfect—adulation for your hand, written in the small shakes of her body and the gradual intonations of her heavy pants. A perfect and delicate angel. Your hand slips from her waist down over the taut curve of her ass, palm resting for the briefest moment on the soft, supple flesh. The pliability. Your hand continues the path it has carved over her skin until it rests lightly between her legs.

A gentle palm over her sex sends a current through her entire form, and a tensing in her muscles is the only indication she offers that there's a struggle to suppress noise in her throat. Hot and wet and you're a man driven by impulse. You step behind her, stroking her, massaging her, then withdrawing to instead spread her slightly with a single, teasing fingertip. "Good little doll."

A clear, sticky, glistening moisture trickles onto the digit and in the way Minju shivers, you are given every impression, you're sure of it, that her lower stomach muscles have clenched tight and are presently squeezing themselves in on each other. A fever pitch is reached within her, and you're ready too.

You draw your hand away, leaving Minju suspended in torment: there is desire, there is desperation and tension that must be alleviated. That itch soothed. She must hear it, the sound of you unbuckling and unzipping. A rustle of fabric as you pull them down and take them off.

With no word, you hit a palm against her ass, a quick and painful swat with your bare hand. Hard, smacking against soft, dough-like flesh. She stifles a soft, bitten-off yelp that sends a vibration up the curve of her back. "Going to play with you," you utter quietly. "Use this doll however I like."

Your hand is drawn back over the red mark on her tender flesh, stroking the mark, massaging, and it soon heats against your palm. You follow it by pressing the very tip of your dick, gently, against her opening. Enough pressure there for you both to know where the next moments go and a slight motion—only the gentlest thrusting—to grind that sensitive flesh in. Just enough to make her bite back her lower lip, to struggle against the overwhelming urge to break her poise.

To add to that struggle, the sensation, you lull her, deceive her, by trailing your length against her slick, tender folds, then abruptly drag it over the tight hole right there at the back. One more light tap there too, right on her little asshole, that drives her into a daze. Then you take her slit again, spreading her open, rubbing yourself over that hot hole and sending her a thousand electric tingles up through her hips.

You thrust once, a single long thrust, right into her little pussy, as much as her wetness will allow until resistance forms. Then back out, completely. Glistening with the slick fluids, you slap your shaft against her ass a couple of times. Wetness dripping, staining those tight cheeks. Then a wet slap of your hand to a cheek. Testing when she will break. Searching for that whimper, that moan, or maybe she'll hold it so well that a tear will form in her eye.

You fill her again, use her a little, rocking your hips back and forth. A careless use of her for pleasure, no consideration for her, for what she might desire and it is pure torture to her. One hand circles over her ass, grazing over the reddened mark, you let it settle on the top of her thigh for leverage and dig your fingertips into the skin. Another few firm pumps into her. Out. All the way out.

Dripping fluid pools around her slit, spilling out down her thigh, hot. "There's no better use for you than this," you hiss, as you smear the wetness over her flesh with the swollen head. The discomfort, the uncertainty, all of it written on her reddened skin and trembling lips. Another few slow pumps up her. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Draw out—slow, torturous—and then fill her again, rough, and violent, driving yourself up hard against her soft skin. Again. "Just like a sex doll," you groan. "Like you're a dirty toy."

Those words draw this low growl inside her, and Minju shudders under the intensity, this vibrating noise rising in her. Fuck, it feels wonderful in her, tight, burning hot—soft, yielding—wet, messy. Drive into that tension, the squeeze on you, where she can feel you so full and snug inside her.

Allow yourself for a moment, to just enjoy her, as she is. She will allow you to, don't fret. Enjoy her as a possession, something lesser than yourself; an object to be manipulated, used and owned. Let her be your slut and let the words roll around in your head. There are times you prefer to fill her with long, agonising strokes, and there are those other times that are frantic and hurried. She takes it all, wilfully and willingly and adoration flows through your veins.

No care for if she cums, you simply use her too. It is not in a casual disregard for her desires, or in selfish pursuit of pleasure at the sacrifice of her. No, no. That is not true. Minju wants this. She cares less about her own pleasure than you. Should she cum, then maybe that would be a nice perk to all of this, but all she wants is to submit herself as a vessel for yours. To serve as the implement to which you expel everything. You have taken her into that dream world she desires to inhabit, where she's an item to be manoeuvred as one wills.

And so you get close, right inside of her—clutch, tense—as she milks you so exquisitely, squeezing and so soft, so fucking silken-smooth and at the very last, you pull out—every last drop is captured on Minju's skin. Her spread ass, her back, thighs.

For all the care you took, perfecting her makeup, now a fine sweat paints a layer across her skin and you're shooting over it and making a true mess of her. All that, her absolute purity and devotion, and what you have done is sullied it. Your doll, your most precious is dirtied. But your most precious thing in the world deserves the best you can give her.

So it is after you have painted your release over her body, that you leave her again—basking in the humiliation of how fluids trickle down her flesh. Just a toy, put aside to stand, vulnerable, debauched and unsatisfied, waiting to be picked up again and played with once more. You could leave her all night. Have her be ready and willing any time you desire. Your toy.

"Fuck, what a sight." You step away, back out of the room, spent and gazing at her. Minju, of course, keeps her back facing you the entire time, she does not dare turn back around to see her, not even to cover up or find modesty, it simply would not occur to her to do so.

Aware of the pain, the hurt of being left this way. Left unfinished. A small smile plays on your lips, the knowledge that this is what turns her on most. Her lover is out there, he's drinking, eating, watching TV, or anything, and she doesn't really know where. She just stays resting over the window ledge with her legs held apart, exposed and vulnerable.

Knowing, feeling, every stroke that has been applied over her body, every part you have made use of, and the places in which you have violated, is enough to turn Minju's insides all warm and fuzzy and soft. Your fingerprints are inked upon her flesh—traced by the veneer of liquids coating her—a record of who has marked her, owned her, as nothing more than an instrument of delight.

Until you're ready to come back, she holds back an unspoken whimper. Tension in her stomach muscles and legs threatened to give out.

Oh, how badly the poor girl yearns to be picked up, taken and fucked again and again.

Eventually, you do return, and without warning. As if you'd never been gone a moment at all, you're just there suddenly behind her, you just have that presence of power that exudes over her. You say her name—nothing else—but the tinge to your voice tells her that you've missed her.

You bring your hands around her slim waist, just above the hips, and trail upwards. Grinding back inside her feels as wonderful as ever. Still throbbing, still wet, still wanton, and she takes you in, spreading wide once again. "Missed me?" You coo, but she still never responds verbally—dutifully compliant, Minju simply moans, her cheeks flushed the same colour as her smeared lips.

You're rough with her, pulling her away from the window and pushing her into the middle of the room. Hasty, impatient, and uncaring. Now, you see, Minju weighs nothing to you, it feels like there's nothing to her; something light, lithe, easily manoeuvrable, like you can twist her and pull her without resistance.

You draw her to you, picking her up from the ground by her waist and walking forward. You set her down on a desk—her ass perching first, then you push her onto her back, drawing up her knees to her chest and pressing onto her. Oh, flexible Minju, sweet Minju: the perfect sexual tool to place and fold and screw whichever way you want.

Minju is pinned there, under you, taking you into her pussy, tight around you. Dutifully letting you shove into her repeatedly, without fight or complaint, only meek, restrained sounds of satisfaction. Letting her limbs fold, letting herself be toyed with however you need or want.

Stretch her as you take hold of her neck and restrain her to the wooden surface. You bear down on her, fucking into her with strong, sure pumps, and with every thrust into Minju, you feel her heat against your thighs and groin, her warm juices seeping down over her, and a vulgar squelching sound filling the air.

The air is dense and hot and she is flushed bright red; she gazes at you, her face etched with need. You're forcing your doll-girl, fucking her raw and hard into her desk. Rough, dominating strokes. And what does she do but squirm and moan and take every ounce of your strength? "F-fuck," she moans out the profanity, her body succumbing to the overwhelming burst of intense, numbing heat. She flinches a few times as her eyes squeeze shut.

So close, now. Another round, and there is nowhere Minju is more content than trapped, helpless, watching you near another orgasm. She doesn't even attempt to hide her delight when you're about to blow. A smile of satisfaction as you unload inside of her. A welcome sight as you feel yourself rupture, as your essence pumps into her little fuckhole. The sticky hot cum that fills her.

And Minju moans for you, breathless, happy, so lovingly joyful that her existence has resulted in this moment—this act—her purpose as nothing more than something you fuck, claim, and own.

But, there is work to be done, work you cannot shirk away from. So, with a light sigh, you wipe your forehead, you gather Minju off of the table—flickering eyelids and all—and you lead her with gentle encouragement. "Let's clean you off. There's a good girl," you say, and she holds onto your neck, as you lift her off the desk.

You perch Minju on the sink for a moment, un-trapping her legs so she can stand once you place her into the shower.

"Stay. Still."

And again, you can see that longing gaze. Sultry, drawn. She wants so much, and she needs so little.

"There," you draw out the word with a certain finality and walk behind her to start the shower, switching from bath faucet to shower nozzle, and taking great care in testing the heat of the water, to make sure not to burn her precious skin.

You start with her shoulders, sweeping her soaked locks down her back, wet, heavy and darker now. Washing her takes time, patience, and gentleness—you bring the palm of your hand over her shoulder while the other directs the shower head. The water trails down her arm, little rivulets tracing over her porcelain skin. You draw the shower across her back and admire how the water caresses the curves of her frame.

She keeps perfectly still, save the tremble that comes with the rise of her chest each time the water meets a sensitive point. Your hand follows in the water, over her sides, slowly. You draw her close against your chest, putting your head beside Minju's, looking down over her shoulder. you bring the head of the shower to her chest and let the water flow across, over the swell of her breasts.

You whisper into her ear, "Stay just like this. Let me wash down my toy after use."

Your name comes out of her mouth, a little strained, and when you wrap your arm around her and cup her little breast, she immediately whimpers. This poor girl still hasn't cum, and she's so sensitive.

You rest her against you, keeping your front flush against the curve of her back, and there is something wonderful and sweet in the way she falls back against you. Minju leans her head back on your shoulder, a nuzzle, and your hand continues to cup her and you play with her nipple. The shower, however, you bring lower and lower, down over her slender belly and between her legs.

The lower it goes, the more soft whimpers she makes, and Minju's feet begin to curl, and she draws a slow intake of air through her clenched teeth. You dip the jets of water low, and Minju finally gives out this small groan, her eyes squeezing tight and her mouth opening and closing, the words and sounds catching as she trembles all over.

You press it against her pussy, and she bucks lightly backwards against you—hard—and grinds. A pleasured exhale, a sign of satisfaction. That the poor girl is finally getting her pleasure but "No, no, no," she says—is she feeling guilty for it?—and she struggles forward from your grasp.

"Shh... it's okay," you soothe her, but she still jerks her body. There's this fact, that always rings true, whenever you use Minju like this. Part of it, she told you before, is how in her own head she degrades herself. She tells herself that she doesn't deserve to cum. That a toy's only purpose is for others, and she will deny herself an orgasm until you give her express permission to finish herself. That's why she fights now, she is ashamed of her own arousal and enjoyment.

You press the shower hard into her clit and she groans, "I can't... I can't—"

"Yes, you can." You focus on using the shower in little circles, not allowing any distance between it and the sensitive nub. Her head falls back on you, eyes shut tight as if in anguish. "You have served me so well. You were so wonderful. Let go for me, beautiful." You murmur those things in her ear and Minju opens her lips to say something but no words form, it's simply a long, deep-seated, contented moan. A relief-filled sound that is music to your ears.

Her back goes completely tense, and her hips twist and buck, but you press firmly down, keeping her locked into the jet. She bites her lower lip, almost like she's desperate, and it hurts, the way her whole body tenses up for so many seconds before the relief sweeps over her. The sensations surge throughout her body, leaving her limp and satisfied.

After the rush passes through, she moans, over and over. Shattering pleasure has overtaken her mind and all she can think about is the joy her lover has bestowed upon her, the ultimate show of adoration and tenderness.

"Good girl. That's it. Give in," you breathe out the last sentence, and Minju moans louder, riding it out. Her body writhes violently and her toes curl as her breathing stops, she's stuck at the very height of her pleasure, but finally lets out an ecstatic, long-winded moan. You drop the shower, and cradle Minju with your whole body.

Her hips jump one last time against your hand and then she goes completely lax against you, her feet plant flat down and her whole body gives out. Minju slides back onto her heels, and her face drops toward the floor and she just smiles with pure glee. If not for you, she would collapse to the floor in this exhausted, limp state.

For some minutes, you hold Minju until she can find enough strength until the daze of her orgasm is no longer in effect.

"Now, let's really clean up."

"Let me," she says. "Let me clean you, please."

#kinktember #kpop smut #Minju smut #Illit smut #kpop fanfic #male reader #m reader #smut #Minju x reader #Dollification #Park Minju smut

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littleprinces · 6 months ago

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The Korean Rookie

Idol Minju x M! Reader

As I entered the dimly lit room, I could see her silhouette in the corner. Park Minju, the Korean new Idol I had been eyeing for weeks. She was alone, sipping on her drink, her black hair flowing over her back. I approached her, my heart racing with anticipation.

Hey, Minju," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "Do you mind if I join you?"

She looked up at me, her eyes a mix of curiosity and desire. "Sure, I don't mind," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.

We exchanged small talk, discussing our jobs and interests. I could feel the sexual tension building between us. I decided to take a risk and make my move.

"Minju, I have to tell you, you're incredibly sexy," I said, my voice low and seductive. "I can't help but imagine what it would be like to have you beneath me, your legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into you."

She looked at me with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I don't usually do this," she stammered.

"I know, and that's what makes it so exciting," I replied, my hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Let's go back to my place, and we can explore each other's bodies."

Minju hesitated for a moment, but the desire in her eyes was clear. She nodded her consent, and we left the bar together

Once we arrived at my apartment, I led her to the bedroom, where I began to undress her slowly. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch as I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her perky tits.

"I want you to lie down on the bed," I commanded, my voice deep and authoritative. She complied, her eyes never leaving mine.

I crawled on top of her, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as I explored her mouth, tasting her sweetness.

"You're being such a good little slut, aren't you?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. She whimpered in response, her eyes glazing over with lust.

I positioned myself behind her, my cock throbbing with need. I spanked her ass, leaving a red handprint on her flesh. She yelped in surprise, but her body betrayed her pleasure.

"Ahhh oppa, this is so good" she moan so hard, makes my cock harder

"Do you like being degraded like this?" I whispered in her ear as I nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned softly in response, her body arching into mine.

I moved down to her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples while I massaged her ass. She let out a soft gasp as I pinched one of her nipples, my fingers leaving red marks on her delicate skin.

Doggy style, you dirty little whore," I growled as I slid my cock into her tight pussy. She cried out in pleasure as I began to thrust, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

"Ah oppa, you are so big, claim this dirty slut as yours, oppa" Minju moan softly

"Fuck Park Minju, you are so tight ughh" I said in her earlobe

"Yess i am nghhh oppa, fuck me harder" minju moan harder

"You're such a filthy slut, aren't you?" I taunted, my voice filled with lust. "You love having my cock inside you, don't you?"

She moaned in response, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her orgasm building deep inside her.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" I demanded, my voice stern. She nodded her head frantically, her eyes wide with desire.

I reached around and began to rub her clit, my cock still buried deep inside her. She let out a loud cry as she came, her pussy clenching around my cock.

"Now cum inside me, breed this pussy," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. I couldn't resist, my balls tightening as I released my load deep inside her.

We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we caught our breath. I looked down at her, her eyes hazy with satisfaction.

"You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" I said, my voice filled with amusement. "Yes, I am master" She smiled, her eyes shining with pleasure.

#illit smut #park minju smut #minju smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop x reader #kpop smut

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1lovehanni · 6 months ago

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Fun in Fanmeet (Minju of ILLIT)

Minju x Male Reader (Y/N) Wort count: 2087 words Summary: A fan meeting leads to a fun experience for you.

You have been a fan of Minju ever since RU next; the way she has the visual and talent of a perfect idol is what captured your heart.

She has a unique voice, is a wonderful dancer, has a great personality, and lastly, has a gorgeous visual.

She indeed has such K-actress beauty that if she had pursued her acting career rather than her idol career, she would still flourish.

You’ve been playing the Super Real Me album 24/7, thinking of how this group started from being a nobody to a hit with their title song Magnetic. Eventually, a fanmeet has been announced in their official Twitter account. Reading through it, you saw a chance of having a one-on-one conversation with a member, but it was a random draw during the event. Nonetheless, the important part is to attend your favourite group and meet Park Minju. After the 150th album you just bought, you finally got a ticket for the fanmeet. A week has passed, and the day of the fanmeet is here. You’ve dressed as well as you can. You arrived early to the venue and chatted with some fans. And patiently waited for the fan meet to begin.

After some time, a staff member walked to the stage and announced that the fan meet was about to begin. Excitement rises in yourself; you're about to see Minju in real life. A loud cheer as the members each slowly walk. Yunah was dead gorgeous; same with Iroha and Moka. Then there’s the cutest Wonhee, but your eyes fixated on your princess, the queen of your dreams, the one and only Minju. The flower crown on her head makes her an angel that comes down from heaven to save you. Nonetheless, the fanmeet is starting with their hit song Magnetic. After that, they introduced themselves. Doing challenges, literally being themselves. Two hours have passed, everyone still has the energy to cheer, and the girls are still entertaining. But every event has to come to an end; eventually they draw the winner for the one-on-one convo. Since there are a lot of fans who attended, you thought that there's no chance you can win one, let alone win for Minju. But as the staff was picking the winner for Minju, they called in the person, but they had already left, so they redrawn again. This time, luck had come to you when they called your name.

Y/N is selected for Minju; please come right to the stage. You're dazzled by the announcement, and fans near you congratulate you for winning. You followed the instructions to come near the stage. They gave the five winners an envelope with the time and place where they could have a chit-chat with the idols.

For you, the time is from 10pm to 12 midnight; you thought it's kind of late for a fan meet. It feels like a date for you, which isn't a bad thing but suspicious nonetheless. And the meeting place is private, which makes sense since it's a one-on-one conversation. Arriving at the place, it seems so empty—just 2 bodyguards and 1 staff member. You greeted them and handed them the invitation. Welcome Sir. Y/N, congratulations! Enjoy your date with Minju. ? Huh, did I hear you right? They didn’t talk after that. You entered the place and saw a table for two with a couch right next to it. You didn't mind the place, but suspicion arises since you haven't heard anything for the past 5 minutes. Walking to the door, you noticed the bodyguards and the staff left. You heard footsteps walking toward the door. You instantly hide as if a murderer is on you. The door opened, and a girl walked in. Where’s the guy? Minju said,Umm hi! "Shock.” OMG, why are you there? Ugh, I thought someone was about to kill me. So you won the draw? Yes, I did. I am Y/N, btw, and sorry to startle you. Haha, no worries; it kind of seems like a dark place, right?

Yes, it is.

You two casually just talked to each other for half an hour. You noticed she texted her staff to bring the food. This is fun—she said, Oh, yeah, different from a normal fan meet. Yeah, um, I just noticed my staff for the food; I'm getting hungry. Are you not? Oh, before I got here, I had already eaten. The staff knocked on the door to deliver the food for the two of you. Thank you! Miss Minju, text again if you need something. Both of you munch the food the staff delivered, and deep inside of you is screaming as to how you got to eat with Minju.

After eating, she asked, Do you have a girlfriend or something? No, not at the moment, but you did have? An ex? Ye That's perfectPerfect? Well, I don't know if you're keeping up all this time. But you haven't just won a date with me; something else is better. Something else? Think Y/N; you're running out of time. Your head is full of confusion; you cannot think straight about what Minju just said. A lot of things are going on in your head. As you think, she stood up and got to the couch. Well, if you can't think of what I am referring to, you won't experience it. This just added to your confusion. Minutes passed, and you still can't think of what she's referring to. But then it hit. Is she giving a massage perk? I think I got it. Finally, you got it! But shouldn’t it be a flat bed rather than a couch? Huh? What? Are you thinking of massaging? Well, I can’t think of any. Ugh, you're too innocent but cute too. I like you, Y/N. But this isn't okay; it’s not massaging. Well, it involves massaging, but in a special way, and you're the massagist. Huh? Me? Are you saying random things? Did the food make you think less? Shibal, I can’t take you anymore. It’s so simple yet you can’t get to it. Sorry, it’s just my first time, okay? I don't usually go to Fanmeets. It’s my first time too. Ugh, fine, since you only have an hour with me, I’ll do it. What are you going to do? Have fun, fun with you. Ugh, Y/N, I want you to fuck me here. That’s the prize you won; you won me for 2 hours, babe. What are you on? Are you really Minju? She then pinned you down on the couch, like the captured food of a predator.

This is what you won; I am your prize. So get it now before your time runs out. Min... Minju, I don’t see you like that; I like you but not like this. Why are you so cute? You're making me regret this.What? She then slowly removes her clothes—the white dress and her safety shorts—leaving her in her underwear. You're perplexed by the sight you're seeing. She then goes close to you and unbuttons your shirt. Please be gentle, you said to her. She mirks, going for your mouth. Feeling her dessert to you. You just follow what she desires in you. You alright, she asked. Eyep, I am fine. Strip me, touch my body. Y/N, you earned it. Okay, just like that, good boy. You have a silky smooth skin, Minju. I never imagined this. You’re really my fan, right? You mentioned you watched me in RU next Yes, I am Alright, I am gonna suck your dick now Um, okay, I’ll be gentle, I promise She takes off your pants and briefs. Showing your hard cock to your favourite idol She was shocked by the length and girth you have. Wow, you're so big.

Thank you, I guess.

You gasped from the way she grabbed your rod, spitting on it as a makeshift lube. Slowly jaculating your dick. You are in ecstasy as seconds pass; you feel like you’re going to cum from just a handjob. Ugh, Minju slows down a bit. Am I reaching it already? I guess it's because of me. She slowed down a bit, but this time using her mouth. She kisses your tip, slurping her own spit on it. Tasting your pre-cum is like juice. She then takes it and swallows slowly, inch by inch, in her mouth. How is she good at this? You asked yourself. You thought this was why they'd debuted; they probably got used by the higher-ups. But you cleared that in your mind; you just thought of what is happening at the moment. Slurp.” Hmmm, I love your cock, Y/N. Its so big and juicy. I am glad you like it. I am getting close to it. She swallows all of it while looking at you, having the begging eyes like she's not satisfied. Alright, time to fuck me now, Y/N. You’re special since this is my first time with a fan. Are you not a virgin anymore? She nods, then gets up to align her freshly shaved pussycat with your dick. You feel your body losing strength as it enters the heavens of Minju. Oh my god, you’re so tight. I can’t believe I am inside you, Minju. Just like that, do you like it? Yes, I am getting comfortable now. That's what I want to hear. Now bring me your game. Yeah, fuck me all you want. She's in a cowgirl position on top of you, having the sight of a goddess and her small, cute tits. You moved your hips up, trying out how to fuck a girl.

I am not good! That's right. You’re hitting my G-spot. The face she’s making fuels you. The cute, innocent-looking Minju is now a cute, hottie, sexy girl, wanting to be fucked. After a minute, she told you to change positions. Ugh, maybe doggystyle? I don’t know my position. Hmm, do you want to see my face? Then I’ll lay here and insert it while looking at me. Alright, you did what she said; you have a full view of her from top to bottom. Now, deep in this state, you just want to taste every part of her. You carry her legs to your shoulder and lick her toes. Wow, getting bold, good boy. Just like that, lick my toes. You get close to her as your body starts to lose some energy; getting this close to her wants you to kiss her. You tried to get it, but she avoided it. Um, sorry, no kissing yet. Oh really, my bad. No, I want to cause you’re cute, but that's one of the rules. Okay, Another change of position led both of you to lay down on the couch. This time you can only see her back, but your cock is still in her. Ugh, like that, Y/N, I am going to stop. You want me to stop? No, she shouts, Okay, okay, continue to fuck me like this. You continue to go inside of her, eventually feeling that her walls are getting tighter. Hinting that she's cumming.

Yes, ughh, ohhhh, yesss, just like that, I am cumming, babe. I am about to cum too, Minju GOOD. Yes, cum inside me. Yes, you can cum in me. YES, just fucking cum in me Okay okay OHHHHHHH, Yes cum in me baby. Ugh, this is so good. After cuddling inside her, both of you were just silent on the couch. She then hugged you and kissed your cheeks.

Don't tell them I kissed you, okay? Okay, I won't. Hmm, how about we do this sometime again, but with no time restriction? You down? For real? Yeah, I like you, Y/N. Maybe we can do more. Oh, alright, give me your number. She then gets dressed, giving you a wink. She looks like nothing happened, but the atmosphere in this small corridor is screaming sex.

I had fun. Did you? Yes. Hopefully next time you win again, haha. Well, I will try. Alright, I’ll call you later. Okay. She then left as the time with her ran out. You stand outside thinking of the things that happened today; not only did you meet Illit and Minju, you have just had the best experience a fanboy has ever had.

Hmm, what happened to the other four guys? Fin. A/N: A late Birthday smut for my girl. Is this the first Illit Smut here? Not proofread cuz I am lazy. Also it got fucked halfway in terms of formatting.

#park minju #illit minju #illit #smut #male reader #fan meeting #illit x male reader

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wontune · 1 month ago

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☆ minju [ illit ] lockscreens.

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pminjucaptor · 2 months ago

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Love Fever

pairing: park minju x fem!reader; angst/fluff

synopsis: You two have been friends for a long time, harboring the same feeling without realizing it. Now in college, both of you can't hide it anymore, but also don't have the courage to admit it. All it takes is a little push for all this theater to be undone.

warnings: Jealousy, kisses, skintouch (?)

The heavy raindrops hits your body, the pain exponentially increased due to your high speed on the bike, plus: on a hill. Your hands tightening your grip on the handlebars, you couldn't be careless for even a moment or it would be your death. ‘It’s better to die falling from the bike now than deal with the coach’s lecture for being late, AGAIN’ you thought. As if the universe wanted to silence your thoughts, an unexpected and heated typhoon of air passed by your side, followed by a horn. Thanks to your athletic background, your reflex was present and you managed to control your balance on the bike. It was enough to throw your thoughts away and focus on getting to college alive.

There wasn't much point in trying to surpass the speed of light and almost dying in the process, cause 1, you're already late and 2, you're soaked, soaking wet, almost drowning. After more than 30 minutes 'listening' to the coach's lecture about how you should be more disciplined, be an example for the younger ones and blah blah blah, he comanded you to do a ten running sessions around the football field and, that's right, regardless of whether it was far from stopping raining. Since there wasn't much to do, and you depend on the sports scholarship to get your diploma, you simply followed orders and now you're on the third lap.

Normally you would have no problem finishing the ten laps in less than 40 minutes, you would do it with one foot strapped behind your back. But the problem started when your soaked clothes weighed a ton more, your wet socks rubbed your feet and you definitely hated tight clothes, it was like you were living your biggest nightmare. Apart from the fact that you weren't being rejected by Park Minju. Which would never happen, since it's humanly impossible for you to even be able to think when she's around.

Speaking of the devil. You barely noticed a pair of eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea, which looked more like two 'tapioca pearls', were looking at you affectionately from the covered stands. A chill ran down your spine and like a magnet, the magnetism drew your eyes to a specific corner of the stands. You stopped halfway through your seventh lap and placed a hand over your eyes to avoid the drops of water. Your eyes met hers, the corners of your lips rose automatically. It's like this every time, you can't help it, you never could.

“Yo” you greeted her as usual as you crossed the small fence that separated the base of the stands from the field. You ran a hand through your hair, throwing it back to rid them of your vision. She smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"Hey. are you late again?” she asked as the distance between you two closed.

Minju covered part of her palm with the sleeve of her pink sweater and wiped away a few drops of water that were dripping on your chin. Your eyes took advantage of her inattention and went over all the delicate features of her face, from her well-defined nose to her shiny, moistened lips. Again, your eyes met each other and neither of you made a move to look away.

“Yeah” it went out as whisper as you scratched the back of your head and an embarrassed laugh escaped your lips. “But it’s not like I’m not used to it, it’s kind of become routine,” you sat on one of the benches and she followed.

“You have to wake up earlier then. You know how important this scholarship is” she scolded you as she slided some strands of your bangs, still damp, stuck to your forehead with her finger. You just nodded. There was no point arguing about your alarm clock never working when right now what you wanted the most was to kiss her and you were fighting all your intrusive thoughts that had accumulated for 15 years.

“I think we better go in or you’re going to catch a cold”, she got up and you followed.

Minju hadn't realized until now, but the equation: white shirt + rainwater = transparent, all your years of effort were noticeable beneath the thin fabric that outlined your entire, not exaggeratedly defined, abdomen and the apparent entrances near the base. Minju felt her heart palpitate hard on her chest and quickly tried to hide the flush on her face by walking in the opposite direction of you, towards the exit of the field (and entrance to the locker room). You smiled, that didn't go unnoticed.

Minju waited sitting on one of the wooden benches in the locker room while you took a hot shower. Her eyes left the cell phone screen to look in the direction of the sound of your footsteps coming towards the lockers, her jaw dropped slightly when she saw that you were only wearing white nylon shorts just above your knees and a black sports bra with the silver 'Nike' symbol, the towel over your head, covering part of your back completed the 'sloppy athlete' look. Drops of water dripping down the length of your hair and traveling all the way down your free abdomen did’nt go unnoticed by her. She turned her attention back to the phone and you turned her your back to open your locker, both of you trying your best to hide your feelings.

While you were focused on not hanging yourself with the collar of your own shirt while wearing it or tripping over your own foot because you were so nervous about being locked in the same room as her, Minju was closely observing the muscles in your back, how your body looked to have been drawn and somehow got off the paper.

“Shall we go?” you asked as you finished putting on your sneakers.

“You need to dry your hair. It won't do any good to go out with this cold with it wet.”, she stopped next to you and twirled a small strand of your hair around her fingers. Your eyes met. “Come here and I’ll dry it for you”.

Since when you two were children, it was common for Minju to lead the way, always holding your hand and you just followed her everywhere, like a very well trained puppy. Even when you entered high school, you thought you could get rid of this habit, but you didn't. Even now at university, it's not like you can't let go, you just don't want to. It was comforting to see the satisfied smile on Park Minju's lips every time you complied with her request, no matter how uncomfortable it was, from watching horror movies to sleeping on the floor so she would be comfortable in your single bed.

As soon as your hair was completely dry you two went to the classrooms block, specifically the art block, you always left Minju first before going to your own class and today would be no different.

“Thank you for helping me” you thanked her and she just nodded.

“See you on the way out. Babai”

“Babai” you said goodbye with a brief wave and ran to your class block, you had already been late for training, you couldn’t afford to be late for class too.

The day thankfully flew by, perhaps because you thought more about Park Minju than you paid attention in class. You got all the questions wrong in the pair activity, you had to ask the teacher to repeat all the questions once again because you 'didn't understand correctly' and worst of all, you were absolutely sure that you spent the whole day with the biggest dumb smile written all over your face. It was the effect she has on you. If Minju was some kind of poison, you weren't too worried about searching for

a cure.

While you were putting your materials in your backpack, someone approached your table, resting part of their body on the edge.

“Are you leaving?”, you just nodded. “Let’s go together then” your eyes looked up to meet your classmate, Son Jiwoo, with her characteristic smile, one that could collect tons of women around the world like a pokeball. But not you, and she knew it, but flirting was in Jiwoo's blood, it's part of her essence.

Laughs filled the barely busy hallway, most of the students must have already left in the first second the bell rang, you no longer minded carrying Jiwoo hanging from your arm like a koala from one side to the other, whispering in your ear by pointing in the direction of someone dressed in a funny way or students running in the rain to catch the bus and then falling. Your eyes searched the entrance in search of 'her', you were about to pick up your phone to send her a message when you saw Minju next to a friend of hers, who by the way, you don't like at all. Your eyes met. Her smile faded in a millisecond, her hand hanging in the air halfway as she shifted her gaze back to Noh Yunah. Unlike yours, Minju's smile grew even wider, her hands squeezing Yunah's arm as she tried to control her own laughter. You felt like your heart had been squeezed just like that inside your body, it was like they were... flirting.

“Y/n” you were literally pulled back to reality when Jiwoo pulled your arm lightly. “Hello, earth to Y/n. Send a signal,” she said through a laugh.

An embarrassed smile escaped your lips as you scratched the back of your neck with your free hand, at this point it was an involuntary habit.

“Sorry,” her smile grew even wider as her eyes traveled in the direction you were looking at and then back at you.

“You’re so down, I can’t believe I’ve lost my chance with you”

You can only look away and laugh at yourself, along with Jiwoo, it's not like she's the first close friend to realize your feelings for Minju. When you had the chance to look in Minju's direction again, she was gone, as was Yunah. You bit the inside of your lip in frustration.

Jiwoo went home and you are now sitting, almost lying down, on the steps of the university entrance waiting for the rain to stop, or at least to lessen a little. Coming home by bike in this storm is not a question and you still hoped to go back like you do every day, on a walk with Minju. Checking your cell phone every twenty seconds wasn't helping to calm your heart, much less remembering the scene of the two of them so close together. It was as if Yunah had stolen your place, which you had worked so hard to get and keep. It was supposed to be you making her smile, it was supposed to be you being touched while she tries to control her laughter, it was you who Minju should pour out all her worries and look for comfort.

“What's with all these sighings?”

Like a speeding arrow, your eyes flew to the voice owner, your head lolling back on your shoulders. You can't stop the corners of your lips from curling up. Minju sat next to you, resting her chest on her knees and embracing them, her cheek resting on her knees and her eyes fixed on you. As if you were a configured robot, your hand went towards her face automatically, but before your feelings could overcome your rationality was faster and you managed to stop the movement in the middle. You hugged your knees, staying in the same position as her.

“The rain won’t stop,” you lied as you rested your chin on your knee, looking out at the almost flooded courtyard.

Silence.

“Can I ask you something?”she broke the ice. You hummed in approval. “You and...” from the corner of your eyes you could see that she is restless, adjusting herself in place so she can look ahead and avoid your gaze. “I mean,” she cleared her throat, her fist clenched in front of her mouth cartoonishly. “Jiwoo... Are you guys something?”, she was playing with her own fingers while looking at the raindrops hitting the concrete in the courtyard.

"What?" you choked, your eyes wide open staring at the person next to you. “Where did you get that from, Minju?”

She must have gathered a lot of courage to be able to ask you that, because she wasn't even able to look in your direction. A breath laughter escaped her lips.

“It’s just that... you two are always together and she’s always so…”, your eyes finally met and you made it your mission to keep them that way.

“So...?” your low tone encouraged her to keep it going. Her lips opened and closed several times, as if she was writing and deleting the same message in differents ways, she bit her lower lip in frustration

“Forget it.”

“Comon'...” you sighed in frustration, your hand running your hair back. “Tell me what happened, don’t you like Jiwoo? Or did she made fun of you?” you were almost begging her to keep talking to you, hearing Minju's soft voice was almost like an addiction for you. “Cause, like, she's kind of clueless and always makes these stupid jokes-“

“I don’t like when she’s with you” escaped from her lips almost like a breath.

Silence.

“Minju, I-“ your courage was cut with a razor sharp edge.

“Minju, y/n” Yunah greeted you both with a smile without showing her teeth. “What are you guys still doing in here?”

“Hi, Yunah. We’re waiting for the rain to stop, sit with us.”

You hated how Minju always be so polite to people, you could never decipher if she was genuinely happy or if she was just being cordial to the others. The two of them quickly engaged in a small conversation, some laughs here, shoulders bumping there. You felt like you were left out there, almost like a trio friendship where one person is always left aside and ends up standing out from the duo.

“I'll be going first” you said while set off towards the courtyard without even giving them the chance to respond and taking advantage of the fact that the weather decided to give a break in the rain.

The sound of the small tennis ball hitting the top of your yellow wall and falling back into your hands was drowned out by the music blasting through your headphones. You love rainy days, especially when it’s saturday, but for some reason you weren't able to enjoy today, you spent practically the whole morning and a good part of the afternoon holed up in your room, listening to music, watching movies, drawing and painting and now playing endlessly this damn ball on that damn wall. All this effort to occupy your mind and not think about... You know, the one who cannot be named, Valdemort of love.

Deep in your thoughts, and feelings, you barely noticed that someone had entered your room. Your eyes widened when hands took your headphone away, bringing you back to reality, the ball passing straight through your hands and falling to the ground. ‘Damn’ you thought.

“I've kind of been calling you for half an hour,” she said in a soft tone, pouting. You sat in the middle of the bed and she followed you, sitting on the edge.

“Sorry, I was zooning out” you remained silent for a few seconds, which, as cliché as it may be, seemed like minutes, neither of you knew how to start this conversation.

“Did something happen? You came out like that yesterday” Minju took the lead, since it was almost impossible for you to do so.

“No” you said while playing with your fingers as if they were the most interesting thing you had ever seen in life, you couldn’t face her. She sighed in defeat.

“Okay, if you don't want to talk, call me when you feel like it” Minju made to get up but you were faster, instinctively holding her wrist tightly. You looked at each other, not like you usually did, something felt different. Your feelings didn't seem to be so platonic anymore.

Your grip eased, now tugging the sleeve of her sweatshirt that she had stolen from you long time ago. You were distracted for a moment, thinking about how that piece of clothing that was almost as tight on you contrasted so much on her tiny body, the sleeves covering her hands, the length going past her waist. Your contact-starved eyes rose to her face, finding the pair of orbs that were already staring at you in longing.

“You know that Yunah likes you, don't you?” it was a rhetorical question, but you needed to hear the answer. “And I’m not saying as a friend.”

"I know"

Silence.

“She confessed”, you didn’t even have a chance to control your own expression, your eyebrows came together tightly and your mouth went dry. “When you left”.

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, your eyes were burning, your body was so tense that it hurts. And it was all your fault, that's what hurt you the most. Your lack of courage made you start late, while Yunah had already taken the lead a long time ago. You licked your lips as you gathered the courage to ask the real question, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking.

“And you?” escaped like a whisper. She furrowed her eyebrows as if trying to understand the question. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before asking again. “Did you accept her feelings, Minju?”

“No” her voice firm and calm. Your body relaxed at the response, but only for a short time. “It wouldn’t be fair” at this point Minju’s face was indecipherable, you couldn’t read between the lines of that sentence. And before you could clear your doubts, she cut you off as if she had read your thoughts. “I already like someone”.

‘Ah, of course’ you thought, you didn’t know why you were so surprised by this statement of hers. It's obvious that someone like Minju would be interested in someone, she's always so loving, attached, she always talks about love with her eyes shining. And she's so beautiful, she has no reason to be single, especially in college.

It's not like Minju is incapable of having any suitors, she's beautiful, funny, sweet, loves helping others. It would be easier for another meteor to fall on earth than for her not to be flirted at least once a week when you two walked through the halls of college. What if one of these people caught her eye and she reciprocated? But if that were the case, wouldn't she have told you? Or would she be hiding a relationship so you don't feel pushed aside?

“Okay” was what you managed to find the strength to say. Your hand slid down her wrist, falling into your lap. Your eyes traveled to the desk in front of you, then to the window. You were trying hard to hold back your tears, it would be pathetic to cry now.

“Y/n...”, Minju sit by your side and placed her hand over yours, her thumb caressing the back of your hand. “Hey, seriously. What’s wrong with you these days?” she lightly squeezed your hand, the soft tone of her voice gave you a strenght. It's now or never.

You stared at her, your sharp eyes piercing through hers. Minju felt lightning run down her spine, the hairs on her arms slightly raised. Your hand held hers tightly.

“I like you” just like your eyes, your voice came out firm and objective. You wanted your feelings to reach her, one way or another. “I've liked you since the day I knew there could be something other than friendship between two people” her gaze grew with your outburst. “I like your smile, the way your eyes close and your nose wrinkles when you genuinely laugh. I like your expression when you sing. I like it when you help others without thinking twice” you opened your own Pandora's box and now there was no turning back, it was already done, so all that was left was to dump all the contents and wait for the verdict.

“I like it when you clap when something cheers you up. I also like it when you get embarrassed when someone compliments you, but I get jealous when I’m not the one doing it,” you could feel Minju’s hand tremble beneath yours and you were sure she could feel your sweating on top of hers. “I like it when you hug me, when you lean on me while you laugh. I like how beautiful you look when you’re focused on something,” your hand lifted Minju’s, hanging in the air between the two of you. Your free hand came together halfway, almost as if you was praying for a positive response. “I always get nervous when you bring your face closer to mine when you're telling me a secret, when you hold my hand... when you look at me, just like this”.

“I like you, Park Minju!”

Every second you both spent in silence cracked your heart a little more. Minju hadn't yet absorbed all this flood you poured into her and you, anxious as always, didn't receive any response, not even a measly expression. The weather was already starting to take its toll when, like a divine help, raindrops began to hit your bedroom window, waking you both up. You swallowed hard, you couldn't bear this torture for another minute.

One second you were opening your mouth to speak, the next a pair of hands cupped your face, the third soft, wet, plump lips pressed against yours. As if you had been used to it for years, your eyes shut down the moment your lips connected, sharing a long-desired kiss. While one of your hands resting on Minju's side supported your leaning body, the other caressed her small waist. Minju's hands, previously on your cheeks, now fingered the back of your neck, stroking your hair. As you pulled away due to lack of air, you two burst out laughing when noticed that each other's lips were a vivid red.

“It took you a looong time to gatter up the courage for confess, huh?” Minju said as she twirled a strand of your hair around her index finger. You raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes with a teasing smile on her lips. “It’s not like you’re the most subtle stalker in the world” you laughed embarrassedly.

“So you knew?” you asked amidst laughter and she just nodded. “Ah, this is so embarrassing” your hands covered your face. Minju's hearty laugh echoed through the room, you joining her.

“I like you too L/n Y/n” she kissed the spot on your hand that covered your lips. "a lot".

#park minju #minju #illit minju #illit #x reader #fem reader #female reader #illit x reader #park minju x reader #minju x reader #kpop x reader

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wontheworld · 5 months ago

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2. you go king! 👑

Taglist: @haeeeeefer @livelaughlovetaesan @junstulip

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jeeseth · 9 months ago

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baby fever

pairing : park minju x fem!reader

summary : while having a date on the park, the both of you encounter a baby at the ice cream truck, and the sudden baby fever just hits you.

genre : fluff (nuh uh)

cw/tw : lowkey suggestive 💀, implied dom minju

"Baby, what do you think?" Minju asked as she shows you the photos she took of the scenery.

"It looks so good baby!" You complimented her while looking at the photos. "You’re good at taking photos."

"Thank you, love." She smiled.

It’s been a while since Minju taken you out on a date. And the butterflies still hits you every time you’re with her. You fall in love with Minju not only because she’s a hardworking student but also because of how she acts around kids. She’s a part time babysitter, which you find absolutely adorable.

You met her when your mother told you to drop your younger brother off at her place. Apparently, your mother saw Minju's advertisement and told you to send your younger brother there, as you went to school after that. Every weekday, you'd drop off your younger brother and have a small talk with Minju. And that's where you first fell for her. It appears that your younger brother enjoys Minju’s company as well.

Long story short, you confessed to her when you came to her house to deliver some meal your mother had prepared. And she responded to it by pulling you in for a kiss.

"Baby! Ice cream truck! Can we get ice cream? pretty please." You pleaded with your puppy eyes, and she giggled before agreeing.

"Of course, darling. Come, let’s go." She held your hands and led you to the ice cream truck.

You will have to wait for a bit because the queue is pretty long. You and Minju were waiting when you saw a baby in front of you staring at you the entire time. The baby is on her mother's shoulder, smiling at you, and you returned the smile.

You melted on the spot when you saw the baby giggles while her mother pecked her. You were a little sad when the mother left the queue ; you won't see the baby again.

“Minju…” you tugged at your girlfriend sleeves as she hums in response.

“Did you see the baby in front of us just now? She’s soooo cute!” You squealed in excitement.

“Yeah, she’s really cute.” Minju replied, smiling afterwards at seeing your expression.

“I want a baby too.” You blurted out causing Minju to choke on her own saliva. “Min, you good?”

“Y-you want a baby?” Minju asked while wiping her mouth with her back hand.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Mhm, maybe one day?”

“With me?” Minju smirked while wiggling her eyebrows playfully.

“I mean, we can make one when we got hom—”

“Minju! Don’t say that out loud!” You scolded, embarrassed that someone might hear it.

a/n — sorry if this is short! ok but, daddy minju? 🙈

#minju #park minju #minju illit #r u next?#runext #park minju x fem reader #illit #kpop #wlw #jeeseth #dew’s 🍈

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kyuusberry · 5 months ago

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can i request minju ( illit ) x fem reader

fall for you - park minju

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟲𝟰𝟳 (𝗶’𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱)

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘅 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗷𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀!! (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵) 𝗶’𝗺 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻.. 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀

“lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense.”

“minju-ah!” you whined, chasing her around the playground. “come and catch me y/n!!” she laughed, running away from you with your teddy bear.

you caught her from behind in a hugging position, “i caught you!! now give it back!” you whined. “fine, fine!” minju groaned, turning around to give you the bear. your smile was bright, and you were hugging the bear.

wow, those were the times. it’s been years since that day. you were 5.. maybe 6 years old at that time? you were turning 20 this year, it feels so surreal. it’s also been 7 years since minju moved away, her parents moved from busan to seoul.

it sucked, she was your best friend for years. you didn’t have a way to contact her at the time either, no phone number or anything. and you saw that she debuted back in april, so it was gonna be even harder to contact her.

you were happy for her, being able to finally complete her dream of being a singer. you remembered the days when she would tell you about how she auditioned for shows and companies, and sometimes she would even sing for you.

“i think i did great!! the judges were amazed by me!” minju grinned, “the other people were amazing too!! there was this 14 year old girl who did this amazing high note! i think the song was i can’t stop me by twice sunbae-nim!”

“woahhh! i wish i could’ve been there to cheer you on, minju.” you groaned, falling back onto the grass. minju fell back with you, smiling and laughing

.“it’s okay, y/nnie. no need to go and cheer me on. i’m just glad you’re here to keep me company.” minju pushed a stray hair away from your face. you smiled, your face turning a slight pink.

the amount of flashbacks you got from constantly seeing her face on billboards and ads made you sick. you missed her — no you needed her back. you wanted to be able to gossip and hug her again. run around like when you were kids.

you just wanted to be a kid again. no worries, no bills, nothing. you doubted minju would remember you, let alone come back to visit you. or anyone for that matter. she was a famous idol, busy with her idol life. her fans, recording, music shows, concerts, so many things.

and you were just one of her lowly fans. someone who would never be acknowledged by her.

one day you were watching one of i’ll-it’s videos and minju has mentioned you in her video. that in her childhood she has a supportive best friend who always supported her throughout her trainee life. and that she was glad she met a person like them.

your heart swelled with happiness, making you emotional that she at least remembered you and everything you’ve done for her. it made your heart flutter that she was smiling while talking about you.

this feeling, it was unfamiliar but familiar at the same time to you. the fluttering in your stomach, as if you swallowed multiple butterflies and they were all flying around in your stomach. it made your head spin, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.

you often dreamed about meeting minju again, wishing she wasn’t an idol and could stay with you forever. you wished that she was able to hug and comfort you again. that she would be able to be by your side yet again.

you hoped and hoped, but deep down you knew it was never going to happen.you wished. but it was never going to work.

“cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in.”

#divider by tigerwithstrawberrypanties #minju #illit minju #park minju #illit #fluff #light angst #kpop gg #kpop #minju illit #minju x reader #kpop girls #kpopidol #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #oneshot #kyuusberry

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xoxoxoz · 1 year ago

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can i request minju x f!reader smut plz? g!p minju 😮‍💨 it goes like this, it was late at night and you ask minju (your gf) to hang out at your house since you are bored but, when watching a movie together you decided to get a lil naughty 😈 by sitting on her lap which yk that she gets hard easily and then lets just say yall fuck on the sofa in the living room for what felt like an eternity 🤥🤥 thanks hon 😘

Thanks for the request, Anon! It got me giggling🤭

⚠️: g!p Minju, smutty, non idol au, couch sex, unprotected sex

A/n: she’s so pretty T-T

It’s been a day since your parents left for their 2 month business trip and you wanted to spend it all by having Minju with you.

Your parents absolutely adored your girlfriend not only because she was a hard working engineering student/part time barista, but also because of her gentle personality.

It was normal for Minju to visit or sleepover at your house and she’d find a way to spend equal time with your parents too. She would help your dad with house renovations (an advantage to see your girlfriend’s muscles) and she would buy your mom flowers whenever she passed by a florist.

So in saying that, they were more than happy to have Minju live in the house for the 2 months.

“Baby, I’m here” You heard her soft voice from the front door.

You placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before skipping over into your taller girlfriend’s arms. She greeted you with multiple kisses to your face and lips. “Missed me?”

“You have no idea” You smiled.

Minju quickly removed her shoes and chucked her car keys to the side. You dragged her to sit on the couch with you on her lap.

“What movie this time?” Minju asked and caressed your hips.

“Spider-Man. Does that sound good?”

“Anything is good as long as you’re here”

Little did she know was that you did not want to watch the movie. It was an excuse to use your sexually frustrated self by riling her up and getting your guts rearranged.

Sadly due to Minju’s studies and long shifts, you two didn’t have sex for a while. You’d only reach the making out stage before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

You weren’t gonna back out this time.

The movie was already 20 minutes in and you stopped feeding Minju popcorn to ‘adjust’ your sitting position when really you just wanted to rub your ass all over her clothed dick.

“Sorry, a bit uncomfy” you scrunched your nose at her while pressing yourself a bit harder against the growing boner.

“D-Don’t do that” you heard her hiss while holding your waist tighter.

“Comfy now. Just need more snacks” you said as you bent down to slowly grab more popcorn.

Minju’s breath hitched when she caught a glimpse of your white lace panties and the end of your back tattoo. It was enough for her to give in to her animal brain and roughly pull you back into her lap.

“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” She growled in your ear.

“And what if I am?”

She responded with a playboy smirk because she knows this challenging attitude of yours was gonna disappear within seconds.

“On your knees, baby” she quickly kissed your lips and pushed you to the ground.

As you looked up at her, Minju rested her hands behind her head and leaned back comfortably, jutting her crotch at you. “You know what to do”

Nodding, your hands flew to her sweatpants and yanked them off, revealing grey boxers with a huge tent underneath. She arched a brow at you.

“Go on. Won’t cum with you staring at it”

You were quick to remove her boxers before holding her long shaft and slowly sinking your mouth over it. Minju sucked in a sharp breath and tangled one hand into your hair.

“Ahh yes..”

Your clit throbbed at her low grunt, encouraging you to move your head faster, jerking off the length you couldn’t reach. Minju was finding it hard to remain composed as her hips began thrusting up, letting the leaking tip reach the back of your throat.

Being with Minju all these years had improved your gag reflex which made the sex much more enjoyable.

“Fuck baby, like that”

While your one hand continued stroking part of her cock, the other ran across her abs, feeling every bump and curve of the strong muscles. You gripped at it lightly as Minju began thrusting faster, giving you less time to breathe but you didn’t wanna disappoint her so you swirled your tongue around.

And it drove your girlfriend absolutely crazy

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” she grunted one last time before releasing strings of cum down your throat.

You pulled away with a cough, your drool soaking your chin which you wiped away with the back of your hand. Despite being out of breath, you smiled up at your panting girlfriend and stroked her cock again, seeing that it got hard instantly.

“Was that good enough, babe?”

She bent down to grab your neck and shove her tongue in your mouth, moaning at the mixed taste of her own cum. Minju pulled away and caressed your lips with her thumb. “Always perfect. Take off your clothes, baby”

You stood up and got rid of your home fit, throwing it carelessly behind the couch while Minju stripped out of her hoodie and shirt.

She got you to sit on her lap again, facing her this time and making you hold onto her shoulders. “I forgot to bring a condom, baby”

“I love it raw anyways”

“Do you have the pills?”

“Yeah but I’ll take it later, come on, fuck me already” you whined.

Minju rubbed your waist and allowed you to lower your entrance onto her standing dick. She kissed at your collarbones out of comfort, seeing you scrunch your face in pain.

“O-Oh my god, Minju”

She hushed your whines with more soft kisses across your face, feeling you fully take her entire size. “Sorry”

“Fuck, did you get bigger?” You hissed and looked down, a bulge had formed in your stomach.

“It’s just been a while since we’ve done this. Take your time, okay?”

You hid your face into her neck and slowly rocked your hips, the stinging pain started to slowly disappear and replaced with needy pleasure.

“Oh Minju-ah”

“That’s it, baby. You’re riding me so good” she whispered in your ear and kissed at your lobe.

“Feels so good, Minju-ah. I wanna cum so hard on your cock”

She hummed at your cries and grabbed your plump ass while she adjusted her sitting position, holding you still to thrust her hips up. Your back arched and your eyes rolled back, giving Minju the opportunity to suck on your neglected tits.

“H-Holy fuck, Minju!”

The taller girl moaned into your chest. “I love your pussy, baby”

“Faster! Wanna cum!” You screamed.

Minju flipped the position so you were now laying on your back. She wrapped your legs around her waist and held onto the back of the couch with one hand. Minju started to pound roughly into your desperate cunt, her pelvis turning red from the impact.

You cupped her jaw and pulled her down for a French kiss, sucking on her tongue as she drilled impossibly deeper. “Ruin my pussy, Minju-ah. Fill me up” you blabbered against her lips.

“Ah Y/n!” She grunted and looked deeply into your eyes as she continued moving her hips.

Your pornographic expressions were tipping her over the edge but you were her priority. She bit down onto your neck and looked down to watch her cock destroy you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Minju-ah! Oh Minju!” You clawed her back and cried.

Seeing a ring of white cum coat her cock was enough to fully twist Minju’s stomach. She gripped tightly on the couch and pounded her cum deep into your pussy, moaning loudly at the sweet release.

“Argh fuck! Yeah yeah yeah” she panted in your ear.

She slowed her thrusts before pulling out, admiring your red cunt that was dripping an endless amount of cum. You didn’t get time to recover as Minju went on her knees and kept your legs separated.

“W-Wait, baby—Ah!” You screamed, seeing and feeling Minju lap up the escaping liquid.

Her hums vibrated through your body before she sucked harshly at your clit. “Cum one more time for me, baby”

You shook your head as the tears fell. “I-I can’t! T-Too much—fuck Minju!”

She continued sucking at your swollen clit, forcing your legs open when you were trying to close them. “Cum for mommy”

You gasped at her words, making your body shake from another intense orgasm. “Ahhh fuck! Mommy!”

Minju gave your clit one last kiss before moving up to kiss your mouth, caressing your thighs softly. “Good girl”

“Thank you…so…sleepy” you mumbled as you fell in and out of consciousness.

“Baby? Hey stay with me, let me grab you the pills and some water okay?” Minju held your face and shook it a little bit to keep you awake.

She took a bottle of water and carried you to your bedroom, sitting you down while she prepared the pills from your drawer. “Take this first”

You weakly swallowed the pills and drank a fair amount of water before Minju got you to lie down under the covers, quickly sliding in next to you. She put your head on her chest and rubbed slow circles around your back.

“Did I go too hard?” She whispered.

You shook your head and hugged her tightly. “It was the best. Thank you”

“I’m glad. Sleep now, baby”

“I love you” you mumbled, falling into slumber as Minju continued caressing your skin.

“I love you too”

#r u next x reader #r u next?#gxg #kpop #wlw #r u next smut #park minju #park minju x reader #park minju smut

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