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leeknowsnot · 1 year ago

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kinktober — the god of love (minho)

genre: smut (minors dni), fluff

content: minho x reader, god of love minho au, reader is a hopeless romantic because i am too, greek god themes, he is eros the god of love, modernized greek gods, body worship, vanilla, just pure love, mature themes, mention of p-rn

oh my god, this is my first smut on this page. i hope i did okay though, it's been a long while since i wrote smut. anyway, i'll try starting on the others soon! read at your own risk

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Piles of paperwork laid before him. His eyes scrutinized every paper, dreading the sight of the amount of work he'd have to do. What was he doing here anyway? Right. He was called in for some extra work because the amount of stuff that the employees under him had to do was overwhelming.

Piles and piles of paperwork. "Over what?" his colleague would ask him and he would roll his eyes.

"Some dumbass woman who can't stop falling in love and getting heartbroken over every goddamn man," he would complain.

For Minho, being the God of Love wasn't all arrows and rainbows. Oh look, a girl crushing on a guy. Let's shoot an arrow to his chest so he could fall in love with her too! No. He wasn't highschool cupid. It wasn't as easy as that, unlike what most people would actually think. If he was going to be honest, there wasn't much field work to begin with. The only field work he'd do is to sit on his chair, observing people as they fall in love with each other, only to deal with multiple paperwork as soon as couples start falling out and breaking up with each other. He hated how people treated love as if it was something so dispensable. Like a one-time thing. Well, mostly because it gave him so much work to deal with.

And you, on the other hand, was one of those types that he hated the most: a hopeless romantic. He never really believed in hoping for love despite being the God of Love himself. Stop falling in love multiple times in a year. He always wanted to drill that into your brain each time he'd come down from HQ to observe you and your stupid attempts at pursuing whoever you were onto at the moment. He would lie if he said he never cringed everytime you'd blush at the smallest things. He was annoyed at how you always fell so hard over the bare minimum.

He types away angrily at his keyboard, cursing under his breath. "12th time this fucking year. I swear, if that shithead falls in love with the wrong guy again, I'm gonna shoot myself."

His fingers stop typing, eyes staring into the screen as his eyebrows rest on a permanent scowl on his face. He stared at your image through the documents, analyzing every feature on your face. He wouldn't deny the fact that you were attractive in a way, which made him wonder for a moment why you'd always fail at your attempts on finding love.

Minho sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he stands up from his seat. "Better pay her a short visit. I need some amusement after all that headache she's been giving me," he mutters to himself.

...

Minho sat there, eyebrows raised. You weren't the type to wear revealing dresses and yet here you were, a scissor away from being practically naked. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating since you only opted to expose your shoulders but you never really showed much skin before. Each time Minho would drop by secretly to observe you during your dates to see if they'd finally succeed, you were either wearing cute floral dresses, or anything that was wholesome. But then again, he had to remind himself where he had to go just to check on you.

A nightclub.

In all honesty, some shoulderless blouse was just the tip of the iceberg compared to how the others dressed. Some were practically naked but Minho didn't pay much attention to them. His eyes were focused on eyeing you at the other side of the room, through grinding bodies.

Though, his gaze on your faltered as soon as a woman sat beside him, brushing her arm on his that was rested on top of the counter. "Hey there, pretty boy," the woman winked at him.

Minho wanted to puke then and there and his expression said it all. He eyed the woman from head to toe, immediately disgusted at her mere presence. He brought his eyes back to you but as soon as he did so, he saw you swaying by the dancefloor with some guy.

Now, Minho wasn't the type to be fazed by such a sight, but the way the man roamed his hands around your torso and attempted to grind his hips towards yours slightly annoyed Minho. Especially with how your face would contort and twitch in discomfort. You were trying your best to hide it and make light of the situation but Minho knew better than to not notice.

He stood up from his seat, tossing all reasoning aside and decided to pull you out of whatever shit you had gotten yourself into just so you could get yourself a lover. "To hell with that," he thought. You were looking for love at the wrong place. The worst place, in fact.

As soon as he arrived at your spot, he grabbed your wrist, earning a surprised yelp from you. He didn't look at you but at the man who was already 5 seconds away from zipping off his pants. Minho was glaring. "Keep your hands and your dick to yourself, yeah?" he tells off the man, earning himself a drunk response but all noise had been shut out and the fucks he could give was thrown out the window the moment he turned to you. "What were you trying to get yourself into, you idiot?"

Minho forgot that he was the only one who knew you like the back of his hand at this point. He was basically a stranger to you. But as he looked into your eyes, you lost yourself in them. His voice came out as muffled due to the trance you were in from the alcohol you just had earlier. And Minho noticed this so he snapped into your face but to no avail.

He dragged you out of the club and you could swear the door that was supposed to lead outside the streets led to somewhere else when Minho opened it but you decided that it was your mind and the alcohol playing its tricks on you. Minho brought you to his office through the club's door—an ability that always proved to be handy. He made you sit on his couch, giving you a glass of water.

"Drink that. It'll help with the hangover," he says. He never had hangover before since human liquor never really had much of an effect for him and the other Gods but he saw how bad humans had it each time they'd have hangovers. "How many glasses did you have anyway," he mumbles under his breath, not particularly expecting you to hear or respond.

His hand bring itself up to your face as he holds a towel, wiping off your sweat. "You suck at taking care of yourself. You always put those idiots first before yourself, that's why you're always getting rejected," he mumbles again, an annoyed expression now on his face. However, his expression turns into confusion as soon as he sees you squint your eyes at him.

"You... look familiar," you say, a hiccup following your sentence as you try your best to dig your memories through your drunken stupor.

Minho shakes his head. "Don't be ridiculous. No one looks like me," he says but you suck air between your teeth.

"No, I swear I've seen you somewhere," you dazingly tapped on your temple before your eyes widen in realization and you point at him. "Oh, I remember now! I see you a lot of times whenever I..." you trail off your sentence. You gasp. "You're always around whenever I meet guys for dates! Are you perhaps, my stalker?"

This earned you a light slap on the forehead from Minho.

"You didn't have to hit my head!" you pouted at him.

"Stop pouting, you look ugly," he says as he removes your shoes. "I wasn't stalking you."

You squint your eyes again at him. Both at his answer and as to why he was removing your shoes. "Then what were you doing? And what are you doing?"

Minho glances up at you with a look of disbelief. "Removing your shoes, if that's not obvious enough," he turns back to removing your other shoe. "I thought you were dumb only with love. You're dumb with telling actions too."

You frown, "Why are you even removing my shoes?! Put them back on??"

"For the record, you are not Cinderella. And you'd rather I let you get blisters? Why did you even wear heels? You never wore heels," he whispers the last part. You blink.

"You are my stalker," you gasp, earning another glare from Minho.

As he finished removing your shoes, he plops himself back down beside you. "I was observing you," he says, answering your question.

"Yeah, you were stalking me," you butt in.

"Stalking is different from observing. Get your facts right," he argues back.

'This man,' you thought to yourself as you look at him in disbelief. Though despite his sarcastic remarks, you could feel as if you knew him for a long time already. Or maybe because you'd see him a lot everywhere. You always thought it was coincidence.

"Why were you observing me?" you ask him.

Minho sighs, rubbing his face with a hand as he looks at you, probably being annoyed at how much you were asking him. "Entertainment. Your idiocy amuses me," he sarcastically replies.

You were speechless.

First, this man ruins your date. Your chances of getting laid tonight. You didn't mind if it was drunk sex, as long as it was sex, that was how hopeless you were. Second, he denies being your stalker. Third, he was mocking your poor taste in men and bad luck in love. And lastly, he was telling you that you were basically a no go because you were an idiot.

"I can't believe this," you scoff under your breath. "You ruined my chances for... this."

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Chances at what."

You roll your eyes at him. "Getting laid."

Minho stares at you for a while before sighing. You were such a piece of work. On second thought, he'd rather deal with paperwork than your attitude. He shakes his head in hopelessness, eyes still at you.

"You were going to settle with drunk sex?" he asked with a tone of as-a-matter-of-fact. When you nodded, he chuckled in disbelief.

"Well, what do you want me to do then?" you snapped your head at him. "I always fail at romance. I try to establish wholesome relationships but they... They just fail. And this..." you pause. "It may not be the best option, but it's my only chance of actually getting a guy."

Minho was amused at how emotional you were getting. He could see the tears forming in your eyes as you explain. Sure, Minho was getting frustrated over this ordeal, but you were too and he just realized that. If he was getting annoyed over paperwork, then it meant people were hurting too. You were hurting too.

For some reason, Minho disliked that idea. For the longest time, he'd see the brightest smiles on your face each time you fell in love or experienced something akin to love. He thought it was only for work that he'd come down to observe you each time you go on dates. But in truth, he liked seeing you smile. He didn't know how or when it started. He just... liked to see your face brighten up.

Maybe he wasn't annoyed at you because you always fell in love and get broken and give him more paperwork. Maybe he was annoyed at the fact that people kept on hurting you. He was annoyed at the fact that guys always took advantage of your love. He was annoyed at the fact that you always gave it your all to guys who didn't deserve any of your love. He was annoyed at himself for seeing it otherwise.

Minho chuckles, more at himself than at you. "That's such a sad excuse to find love, it's pathetic."

You turned your head towards him, about to retort but you shut yourself up as soon as he brought his face close to yours. Your eyes widened. "What—"

"You're pathetic," he mumbles. "I can't believe you're going to settle with just that." Then, he closes the gap between you two. His lips touched yours momentarily, brushing like a feather before diving deep. For a second, it was as if your world stopped. You may have had failed attempts at love but that doesn't mean you never had kisses. Though, most of them were empty. In fact, you've had too many kisses to the point that you had to think to yourself if you'll only get kisses for the rest of your life.

But this. This was... You couldn't put the right words. No, that was the perfect word for it. Right. It felt so... right.

The kiss felt too short as soon as he pulled away, eyes staring into yours. You could swear you could see the whole universe in them. You barely talked to this man for more than an hour and yet you feel like you've known him forever.

Minho's eyes trail from your eyes to your lips. He has always seen you. How you look. How you dressed. How you spoke. But he has never seen you this close. And now that he has, it was as if he was looking at Zeus' finest piece of art. Your beauty held more charm than Aphrodite herself. Hell, you'd start more wars than Helen of Troy ever did with that pretty little face of yours.

He parts his lips, his warm breath adding fuel to the warmth that had now spread on your blushing face. "In all of my decades, observing your kind and mine," he pauses. "I have never met anyone as beautiful as you."

"I wonder which God sculpted you," he mutters under his breath, eyes bearing themselves into yours. "Those eyes. They're like Narcissus. I could get lost just by staring at them."

He placed another kiss on your lips, this time much softer than the last.

"Those men are fools," he says. "They could never see true beauty. Beauty that has so willingly presented itself before them."

It was as if he had fallen right then and there. The irony of being the God of Love was that he barely fell in love himself. But when he does, he falls deep. Turns into such poet. Just as how he was letting himself become vulnerable before you.

He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect pieces of a puzzle. You were entranced. You didn't know how or why. But the way his hand would graze on your skin felt like electricity. The good kind where the hair on your back would stand each time you'd feel warm air breeze through while you are cold. Like goosebumps.

You wondered if there was something in that water that he had given you earlier. Aphrodisiac? No. There was nothing in there. And yet you felt so entranced. So pulled in. So dazed. You had never felt this feeling before from your past lovers. Then again, were those even love? Or just infatuation? Was it the true definition of love, or was this the true definition of love? Maybe it was just the effect of having the God of Love himself being so close to you. But you were none the wiser of his identity as a God. And yet he pulled you in like gravity.

His lips placed a chaste kiss on your lips once more, gradually travelling towards your cheek, your jawline, and your neck. They were slow yet passionate. His hands ran up your arms, holding your shoulder as he carefully lays you on the couch so you'd feel comfortable.

Minho looks at you once more. "Will you let me show you what love is?" he asks with a quiet tone. You stare at him for a short while, with him still placing soft kisses on your neck as he waits for your response. Eventually, you nod.

He hums quietly in satisfaction. "Just follow my lead," he says.

You don't know what happened after that. You only remember his occasional glances. His chaste kisses on your skin. His hands caressing everywhere they could land on, memorizing your every curve. You only remember laying there, naked.

His gaze on you never faltered. His eyes memorized every feature, taking in every imperfection that you had. As a God, he was but used to seeing only the perfect complexions. But with your body, the imperfections were what made you more beautiful in his eyes.

Minho leans down towards you, brushing the back of his fingers on your cheek softly. He held you as if you were porcelain. No rough movements. No raspy caresses. "Stop looking for love," he muses. "Because love himself is presenting itself to you." He takes your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "Love itself is yours to take."

You part your lips with a soft gasp. No one, not even one man has ever told you such words. No one, not even one man has ever seen you this naked. No one, not even one man has ever held you as much as this man did. And he was worshipping you with both his words, his kisses, and his touches.

His hand pulled you closer for another kiss before caressing down your body, eventually resting itself on your thigh. His thumb brushes on your skin before travelling towards your inner thigh. His finger lingers too close to your core. Not touching, but you could feel it. Minho smiles at your reaction, chuckling as he finally runs a digit through your folds.

You lightly gasp, biting your lower lip to immediately stop yourself from letting out a sound. He looks up at you, amused by your sensitivity. You couldn't blame him. After all, you were a virgin. Both by touch and by intercourse. He could immediately tell as he continued running his finger through your heat, dragging through every slick as a string of your love juice connects your nub and the tip of his finger with every slow stroke. He traces small circles around your clit, earning a shivery hum from you as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

You hated how slow he was teasing you. Minho, however, was loving every second of it. How red your cheeks were right now. How half-lidded your eyes were. How wet you already were with just a few kisses and a few strokes.

He leans towards your chest, taking out his tongue to gently brush on one of your nipples, making you twitch. "You're quite easy to please," he mutters as he flicks his tongue and sucks lightly on your nipple. "But then again... You are a virgin."

This made your eyes widen. You tilted your head to the side, covering your face with embarrassment. You hear Minho chuckle before he takes your wrists, removing your hands from your face. "Shhh, it's okay." he whispers in your ear. He places a quiet kiss on your ear lobe. He faces you again. "At least you didn't get to experience how horrible and selfish those men are when it comes to making love."

His smile falters. "No. They don't call it making love, do they?" his eyes trail down to your stomach, bringing himself down so he could place kisses and kitten licks on your skin. "I believe most of them like calling it casual sex."

"Bastards," he curses under his breath before lowering himself again, this time being face-to-face with your heat. You embarrassingly closed your legs, momentarily making him react as your thighs envelope his head. He looks up at you with an amused smirk. "Guess you're into that, huh?" he mumbles with a husky tone before finally leaning in.

You could swear you momentarily saw stars as soon as his warm, wet tongue ran through your folds. His breath would always exhale each time he would swirl his tongue around your clit, slurping occasionally from his makeshift chalice.

You were sweeter than ambrosia and nectar, and he couldn't have enough. You were a walking cardinal sin, ready to prey on a God, to tempt him to indulge in such temptation. And that God was him. Except that you weren't tempting him, but it was him who willingly walked into your trap without any provocation.

The God of Love, enchanted by a human being. By you.

As his sucks and licks increased their pace, so did your stiffled moans. "Don't keep your moans to yourself," he says. "I'd love some good music." He stuck his tongue inside of you, exploring every crevice of your walls as much as he could while his teeth would occasionally scrape lightly through your clit. When you finally moan out loud unintentionally, he smiles. "That's it. Let me hear your pretty voice."

Every second that he spent worshipping you with his tongue brought you closer to something. You were already way past from what you used to consider as climax from your self-ministrations but this was something else. Something higher. Something more pleasurable.

You subconsciously grabbed his head, pulling his head closer. Minho's eyes widen a bit, surprised at your action but complies anyway. He smirks, tongue lapping you up faster as his mouth starts making the most sinful sounds as he sucks you in his mouth. He holds both your legs, determined to make you see a taste of heaven just as much as how he was tasting his own version of heaven through you.

As he gives you a long, dragging suck with the swirling of his tongue on your clit, it finally brings you to the edge. Your eyes shut tight, mouth hung open, and back arched as you cry out in pleasure. Your legs shake as they attempt to wiggle out from his grasps but his hold was strong, keeping you in place as he continues to suck on you, giving you overstimulation as you ride your first high.

He eventually lets you recover as you pant, now hovering above you as he licks away the remaining juices off his lips as if it was syrup. His eyes observe you, loving how helpless you looked as you tried to catch your breath from just a single climax, and just with a simple oral too. Minho brushes off a stray hair off your face, tucking it behind your ear as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"Well?" he asks. "It's good, isn't it?" You were too out of it to even answer. No one could blame you, the first orgasm—whether it was oral or not—was always the most mind-blowing. Too mind-blowing it turned you speechless in a matter of minutes. "That guy you were dancing with wouldn't even give a single fuck whether you'd cum or not," he says. "He'd only want to put his sad excuse of a dick inside that pretty little mouth and call it a day."

Minho places a soft kiss on your lips. "Human men won't care for you as much as Love himself would," he pauses. "Because they do not know love. They only know Lust."

He gently opens your legs, zipping down his own pants in the process. "Let me make love to you," Minho says, caressing your thighs as he raises them. He places kisses on your legs. When you finally recover from your trance, you glance at him. He was now as naked as you were but you could swear you were laying your eyes upon a God. And you really were.

He was perfect regardless wherever you would lay your eyes upon. Especially his arms. God, his arms were like nothing you have ever seen and yet they held you with such care. He could flail you around like a ragdoll, just like what most men would do in those porn videos you'd watch each time you felt a little lonely. But no, he held you as if you were a priceless vase. He'd trace your body as if it was some rare artwork to revel on at a museum. He'd draw you in his head like you were one of his French girls. Except that he didn't have any of those. You were the only girl that made a significance within his eyes.

You finally gave in, tossing all reason aside. If this was going to be your final chance at love, you prayed. Then you might as well let it happen.

Your tongues danced within a kiss, intertwining with each other both emotionally and physically. He clung unto you and you clung unto him, bodies pressing into each other as your sweat would momentarily stick each time Minho would close the proximity between you two. His thrusts started as slow yet passionate strokes, your velvety walls hugging around him as you moan in between gaps of your sloppy kisses. His hand caresses your waist, resting by your hips as he grips them only to pull you back towards him so you'd meet his thrusts.

He wasn't ruthless. He wasn't in a rush. He wasn't destroying you. And just like he said, he wasn't just giving you sex. He was making love with you. His slow thrust eventually increase its pace, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix at each thrust. The sinful sound of skins slapping fill the walls of his office, mixed in by both your moans. He would always place wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and latch his lips on your nipple, never having enough of you as he drives deeper and deeper into you.

If he could, he would bury himself into you. Get lost in pleasure with you. Stay inside you. If it meant showing you what love really was, he would do it. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body and his as your moans encouraged him to go even deeper. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked at him. How your lips would mouth incoherent words as he continues to savor the feeling of being inside you.

Soon enough, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing and ragged gasps. You wrap your arms around Minho's neck, pulling him closer as you yourself get closer to your own climax once more. He could feel you slowly tightening around him, a smirk finding its way on his lips.

"Cumming again?" he whispers, quiet groans lacing his question in between as he starts to thrust into you at a faster pace. You nod absentmindedly, eyes shut tight as you arch your back once more. He raises your legs, gaining more access to thrust deeper. "Deeper," he mumbles. "A little more."

With each thrust, his cock reached deeper depths that you didn't know were reachable. It sent you on edge. With his one final thrust, he finally hits that button needed for you to snap, making you moan out loud. The way you suddenly clenched around him as he was buried deep inside you made him reach his own climax as well, painting your walls with his own release. "Cumming cumming cumming!" you mutter, hands gripping on his arms as his groans muffle themselves in your neck.

You both laid there, gasping for air in each other's arms, savoring each other's warmth before Minho finally raises his head from your neck and looks at you. His face held the most loving and softest expression. He was smiling at your dazed state.

He places a kiss on your forehead. On your nose. And on your lips before looking into your half-lidded eyes. "I'll be back soon," he says. He said something else after that but you were too exhausted to even remember as your eyes finally closed, sending you into a state of rest.

...

You awoke with a jolt as you shot up from your bed, eyes open wide as you pant. You glanced around, immediately recognizing your surroundings as your bedroom. You frown to yourself, glancing down beneath the blanket.

What the hell happened? you asked yourself. You weren't exactly sure. You remembered being in a bar to meet up with that tinder date you have been crushing on since last week but after that, you passed out—probably from alcohol and now here you were, confused.

You wondered how you got home in the first place.

And that dream, you sighed to yourself, feeling your core wet from whatever dream you had. You shook your head, a palm running through your face as you groan in frustration.

"I can't believe I was so desperate to the point I'd dream of making love with someone," you roll your eyes at yourself as you throw yourself back on the bed again. This time, hugging your pillow and your curiosity piqued at your dream. "Whoever that guy was in my dream was really attractive though," you mutter to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Minho observed you through the window of your room from far a way, chuckling. He observes your pretty features first before finally turning around.

He'll remain in your dreams for now. After all, that was how Greek Gods would visit their human love affairs—through dreams. Though this time, he'd visit your dreams frequently.

Maybe because he wants less paperwork from you. Maybe because he wants you to pine for him more than the men you'd meet.

Eitherway, he can't wait until he visits you the next time you close your eyes again.

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lilykatelyn-blog · 1 year ago

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER

Demon!Lee Know x AngelFem!Reader

theme: choking

pt. 2

genre: smut, ig fluff at the end? Idek.

warnings: ewb2l (enemies with benefits to lovers) choking, collars, reader has sensitive wings that can retract, penetration, monster cock, making out, fingering, drunk guy (for one second), references of Satan and the devil so if you are uncomfortable with that I would recommend not reading it, also they have telepathy??, Dom!Min, Sub!Reader, they’re both kinda switch towards the end of the smut scene, unsafe sex.

wc: 1.4k

MINORS DNI

smut under the cut

It’s been a while since you’ve last been to hell, or seen him. Every now and then when you were on earth, your brain would play tricks on you, making you think you saw him. Your human friends finally managed to drag you out of your apartment and into a club, full of drunkards and people looking for a good time. You just needed a few drinks and to unwind. “I’ll take a gin and tonic, on the rocks.” You told the bartender, he complied, making your order at the back while you waited. When he got back with your order, you heard a familiar voice order a familiar drink. “I’ll take a Manhattan, on the rocks.” He ordered, you tried to not turn around and look at him, opting to walk away, but his voice stopped you. “Long time no see, Angel.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, it made you wet and want to hurl at the same time. “Long time no see, jackass.” You replied, walking back towards him. “So, what you been up to? I hope you haven’t been sleeping around with anyone but me.” He asked, the last part making you pissed. “We’re not dating Lee.” You replied curtly, he simply smirked again. God, you wanted to slap that attractive smirk off of his extremely attractive face. “Oh, but you know if the big boss knew of what you did with me, you’d be removed. An ordinary human.” You tsked at the very obvious statement. “No shit, Sherlock. It was one time.” “It was 7 times that, darling.” He whispered in your ear, making you shudder. “See you, princess.” He grabbed his Manhattan and went to dance, leaving you speechless.

“So.. who was that hottie that you were talking to at the bar, huh?” Your friend nudged you after you got back with your drink. “It was no one, an old friend.” You lied, not thinking she would ask about schooling years. “Ooh! Primary or Secondary School?” “Neither. An old job, I quit it and haven’t seen him or kept in touch since.” They all went back to their own conversation after you explained it, you could practically feel Minho’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Meet me outside, princess. I own an apartment 2 blocks away. His voice rung in your head, you just agreed, knowing how this goes and that you will be back to strangers in no less than 12 hours.

“finally, you listen.” His annoying voice spoke from behind you as you exited the club. “Finally, you stop calling me ‘princess’.” You mock, his smirk returning. “I’ll never stop that habit, Angel. You should visit me down in hell sometime soon.” He winked, leading you into a cab. The entire ride, his hand was on your thigh, going up, only to go back to your knee. He was obviously riling you up, so you decided that two can play at that game. You slowly creeped your hand up his toned torso , and then his chest, and then his throat, lightly circling it as his breath hitched, only to bring it down to your lap. You got out, him paying and leading you to his apartment. As soon as he unlocked it, you were pressed against the door, his tongue being shoved down your throat. You moaned as he went down your jaw and neck, making sure not to leave any marks so that you could both keep your wings. “Bedroom,” you breathed, tugging his hair, he lifted you up, leading you to his bed. He sat down, making you straddle him, going back to your make out session. He pulled away, you chased his lips while pouting. “Hm, anyone ever been as good as me? Maybe that drunk guy that you ran away with for a few minutes?” He whispered, going back to his assault on your neck. “No-no one. I-I escorted him back to his car- Minho!” You choked out, throwing your head back as he found your sweet spot, mouthing at it for a few more seconds. “I want this off.” He tugged at your tight white shirt. You complied, letting him take it off of you, suddenly remembering you wore your black matching bra and panties set. “Shit.” He murmured, his mouth going straight to your chest, kissing them over the fabric while his other hand went to your other boob. “May I?” He asked, despite being a devil, still a gentleman. You nodded, giving silent confirmation. As soon as it was off, he went to your nipple, sucking harshly. “Nngh- please,” you whined, he just chuckled, pinching the other one. He pulled away despite your pleas, he silently asked to remove your skirt. You hummed, lifting your hips up for him to remove the garment. He pulled both your underwear and skirt down in one movement, flipping you onto your back.

he got in between your legs and spread your lips. “Beautiful..” he trailed off, giving a singular lick and then coming up to make you taste yourself. He sat on his knees, removing his shirt and revealing his beautiful abs and scars. Getting back over you, he kissed you again. While his tongue explored your mouth, you traced his abs and scars, the one that you kept coming back to was the one on his midriff, a result of a nasty encounter with his father before he became a demon. Finally, he pulled away and tugged his sweats down, leaving him in his boxers. He didn’t bother removing his jewelry, and walked over to the dresser, you got on your elbows and looked in confusion. “What-“ “it’s a collar, Angel. Chill, I’m not gonna leave you high and dry after how hard you got me.” He signaled to his huge cock, bigger than any dildo you’ve ever seen or felt.

“Wonder how you still have those beautiful white pearly wings after all we’ve done together, considering the wings are a sign of purity. I’d say your anything but after all we’ve done.” He went on as he fastened the collar around your neck. “Beautiful.. and it’s all mine.” He traced the collar around your neck, pushing you down. “Open your wings, gonna use them for your first orgasm.” He commanded, and obviously, you complied. Your wings were out and super sensitive as well, he slowly traced them with the tips of his fingers, resulting in a series of whimpers from you. His fingers circled your hole to prep you, only teasing, not going in. He had you distracted with your wings, taking you by surprise when his fingers pushed in and out at a brutal pace “Ah! Min-Minho!” You moaned, losing your ability to use your brain, the only coherent thing coming out of your mouth was pleas for him to keep going. Not long after your high, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his huge dick, only making your cries of his name speed up. He went at an ungodly pace, god, you were so close already that it was kinda embarrassing how quick he got you there. “Oh god, oh god, oh god- hnngh” your moans were soeeding up, as was your breath, your words got cut off by his tip hitting just the right spot. “Not god, baby. Lee Minho.” He whispered, getting you an intense amount closer to the edge. “I’m-“ “let it out for me, Angel.” That brought you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a boulder. “Shit, I’m close, getting close- mmph.” He started whining, his words interrupted by your hand shaking up his chest, squeezing his throat just hard enough to tip him over. “That’s it, Min. Let go..” you trailed off, feeling him spill into you. After he cleaned up and lay beside you, you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

The following morning, you woke up alone, to a note. Angel, I know you’re probably confused since I never leave, but I had to go to work for my ‘Human’ job. Do me a favor and stay, yeah? I’ll be back in a few hours, considering how late you wake up. I don’t have roommates and I still have a pair of your clothes from last time, either that or you can wear my button up and your panties, ya know, a little treat for when I get home? Anyways, stay there and here’s my cell: ***-***-****

P.S. I refrigerated breakfast, your favourite. Text me if you need anything, your dog was well fed before I left, so don’t worry. We’ll talk later, but you should consider moving in with me, at least until we have to go back. I love you! <3

This is gonna be fun.

note: send an ask if you want a part 2 because I, myself, wanted to write a part 2 that isn’t part of kinktober. Also I’m sorry that this is kinda half assed Love you guys! <333

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honeyscara · 2 months ago

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❝ Dance practice ❞ - Lee know

-straykids

Synopsis: you are their new choreography and for some reason minho keeps getting on your nerves. One day things get a little heated in the dancing room.

Cw: 18+ MDNI, rough sex ig

-700 words

The room vibrated with the steady thrum of the bassline as you leaned against the mirror, watching him perfect every movement. Lee Minho’s precision was frustratingly flawless, distracting you from the fact that you were here to critique, not admire.

“That’s not it,” you said, crossing your arms to mask your awe with annoyance.

“Your timing on the last beat is off. Try again.” Minho paused mid-spin, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

“My timing? Or your choreography?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Do you really want to test me on this?

He stepped closer, his confidence palpable, sweat glistening on his brow. “Maybe I do,” he teased, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Fine,” you said, pushing off the mirror. “Let’s go. Show me you can keep up.”

You didn’t wait for a response, stepping into position as the music restarted. The room grew hotter with every movement, the space between you shrinking until your bodies practically mirrored each other. His gaze was unrelenting—sharp, playful, and challenging.

“You’re still a step behind,” you said breathlessly as the song ended, fighting to keep your tone steady.

“And you’re lying,” Minho shot back, that maddening smirk deepening. “Admit it��you’re impressed.”

Your heart pounded, but you forced a shrug. “Maybe I am. But you’ll have to do better to prove it.”

Minho’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he closed the gap, his presence overwhelming as the heat radiated off him. His hand brushed your waist, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Are you sure?” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Because you look a little distracted.”

You swallowed hard, your breathing uneven. “I’m not distracted,” you replied, though your voice betrayed you.

“Really?” he challenged, his tone a perfect mix of teasing and daring. “Then prove it.”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance completely, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, commanding kiss. It was fierce, no room left for hesitation, all the tension between you snapping in an instant. The music faded into the background as your bodies moved together, perfectly in sync—a rhythm you both knew too well.

Your hands fisted his shirt, the soft fabric bunching beneath your fingers as you pulled him closer. This is wrong, you thought, but the thought was fleeting, lost in the way he held you. You were only their choreographer, but what harm was there if no one found out?

Minho seemed to read your hesitation because his grip tightened, his kiss growing more insistent, pulling you deeper into him. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently, and you let out a small whimper that made him smirk.

“Still think I’m off?” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with amusement and desire

You couldn’t answer...not when he was pressing you against the mirror, thrusting into you. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushed in. His mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking gently, and your soft gasp filled the room.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “Which step did I mess up again?”

“I-I—” The words caught in your throat, breaking into a moan as his movements grew more deliberate, more intense.

“Can’t hear you,” he teased, his fingers digging into your waist to hold you in place. His smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he watched you unravel beneath him. He loved this—loved the way you fell apart, loved knowing exactly how to leave you breathless and flustered.

“M-Minho,” you gasped, your voice trembling as the pressure inside you built higher and higher.

He groaned when you tightened around him, his grip on you firm as he thrust into you relentlessly. His lips captured yours again, kissing you as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“try to keep up with me now” he growled, his voice low and ragged as he pushed you over the edge, claiming every bit of you as his.

Your answer was lost in the haze of pleasure, your body arching against his as the tension finally snapped, leaving you both breathless and utterly consumed.

A/n: screaming. This is my first minho fic. I don't know what possessed me to write this because I usually do angst or fluff but I love it.

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lix-ables · 1 year ago

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HEYAA!☆ i have a request id love to share,you know how lee know makes that mmm! sound when he eats something good? 🤭 so what about lee know making that mmm! sound when he tastes your pussy when you let him eat you out for the first time 🫨

oh??? i see it ??? sorry i got to this so late, but now im having thoughts like [ MDNI !! SMUT includes pussy drunk ! minho, mentions of tit-fucking, slightly perv ! minho, mentions of edging + overstim. ] also, i just got ,, carried away sorry eep

best friend ! minho offers to help you orgasm because you once confide in him that your fingers weren't just enough. he's thinking about getting to your apartment, getting on his knees for you while you're spreading your legs for him. your fingers digging into the sides of the couch, and he knew that if it was him right there, he'd tease you – one lick and the thoughts that got him hard every night would flash before him, one lick and the same 'mmm!' sound leaving his throat as he puts his hands around your thighs.

best friend ! minho who hits the right spots when he's buried inside you, his fingers curling into you as he leans in closer to place kisses to your skin. he doesn't care about whether this is going to ruin your friendship with him – as long as he gets to help you and ofc taste you, at least once in this way

best friend ! minho lets you cum repeatedly, just for him to stop in between, telling you to hold it in, promising that he would help you out.

best friend ! minho who has thoughts about you every night, thinking about how you'd feel under him. that day he saw you wear an oversized shirt, the material falling off your left shoulder, exposing your skin and the strap of whatever you wore - he hoped it was the whole lingerie set, the one that he came with you to the store, and stood there awkwardly as you changed in the dressing room. he wanted to slide his dick between your tits till he came all over your chest, your eyes looking at him, like it was burning into his soul. he wanted that.

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tyongf-nct · 1 year ago

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Would you please consider writing a drabble involving Lee Know of Stray Kids eating out a woman?

hope you enjoy anon 💕

dynamic: lee know x fem!reader

warnings/tags: oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, female only pleasure

“You look so pretty writhing underneath my tongue,” Minho says, the vibrations of his low voice going straight to your center. You moan, arching your back as his hands grip your thighs. The sounds of his mouth against your slick core echo through the room, mixing in harmony with your sounds of pleasure.

“Come for me,” he rasps, “Come for me like a good little girl.” Minho’s dirty words wring a shiver of pleasure from you, the climax that has been building finally breaking its way out of you.

“Fuck,” you cry, your vision darkening as your eyes squeeze shut with the intensity of your orgasm.

“So pretty. So good for me,” Minho whispers, licking one last stripe up your center before placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You fumble out a string of quiet curses, savoring the last moments of your orgasm before resting your hips back on the bed.

“I fucking love watching you do that,” he grins. You return his smile, nodding satisfactorily.

“I know.”

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therandompagesblog · 1 month ago

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UNDERWORLD STAND-ALONE SERIES OF BOOKS

Her Soul For His Soul:

Summary: What happens when a university student accidentally summons a demon in the middle of her accommodation. Will the demon protect or consume her and her pretty little soul after the spirits want to hijack her body?

Death Does Not Part Us: Release Date 14/02/25

Summary: People think death is a curse but it’s actually a blessing. You’re being reunited with your loved ones, once again, but what if death is postponed for you? What if your near-death experience allows you to meet the Grim Reaper, who decides he has other plans for your soul. What then?!

This fanfiction may include distressing themes so please read with caution. MDNI All rights belong to the author. I own the created characters and plots to make this fanfiction. The themes DO NOT REPRESENT the real people. It is a dark romance-themed fanfic!

⚠️ Demon, Mentions of Assault, Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Rapists, Mentions of Murderer, Misogyny, Anxiety, Depression, Angst, Fluff, Possessive, Cursing, Pet Names, Humiliation, Kinks, Gaslighting, Sexism, Dom/Sub dynamics, Foreplay, Begging, Witchcraft, Ghosts, Spirits, Horror, Grim Reaper, Archdemon and SMUTT⚠️

Taglist for the iconic readers:

@silentreadersthings @ihrtlix @galaxy4489 @catlove83 @reallychaoticwoo @leezanetheofficial @linocz @hyunmikim @eastjonowhere @skzdreamer13 @mavischerry

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Gods and Monsters

Symphony Smut Series Day 1: Lana del Rey's God's and Monsters

Lyric: In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, looking to get fucked hard.

Pairings: Cupid!Minho × fem!angel of heaven, includes Yuna from Itzy in a scene

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader), overstimulation, p in v, slight breeding kink, corruption kink, possesion kink, hair pulling, use of kitten and angel, Minho cumming in reader

A/N: alright, first day! I am saur excited for this series so we're starting off strong with my husba- I mean my bias Minho! This was heavily inspired by his WKorea photoshoot.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Gods existed. And so did monsters. But monsters didn't have a particular description, in Minho's opinion.

There he was, an angel, with the brightest wings of them all, holding metal tipped arrows in his hand, shooting all those who he believed deserved love, or worse, rejected love.

And yet, sometimes Cupid falls in love too. High angel of God never mattered to him much. Why would it? When beautiful angels roam the gardens of Eden, stroking their frocks and picking berries and flowers all day.

You were one such beautiful angel.

The prettiest of them all, according to Minho.

"Minho has his eyes on you again Y/N." Yuna nudged your shoulder gently, accidentally making you drop the berries you had in your hand. You rolled your eyes and picked them up again, quickly throwing them into your basket.

"Let him. Why should I care?"

"He's a high ranking angel Y/n." Yuna mumbled, adjusting her skirt, "They say he serves God directly."

"Nobody has seen God Yuna." You smiled gently at her. Even though she was older than you, by a few years or so, she was always the more mischevious one, always keeping an eye out for spotting your admirers.

"He is handsome, but we all know I have probably zero chances with an angel like that."

"Suit yourself then." She huffed, her mystical eyes scouring the dirt below your feet for more berries.

"Why are we picking so many berries anyway?" You questioned, adjusting the basket on your hip. Yuna shrugged her shoulders and made a face which clearly screamed confusion.

"I've hear a rumour though." Yuna whispered excitedly to you, toying with a mulberry leaf she has accidentally plucked, "Apparently Minho needs them for his monthly ritual tonight."

"The ritual?" You asked, "The one where he..."

"Takes an angel for his own, yes." Yuna completed your sentence, removing a thorn stuck in her wickerwork basket, "Apparently if he falls in love with any of them, he shall be promoted to a higher position, one where he can actually see God."

"But that hasn't happened yet has it?" You chuckled, the scent of honeydew plantations tickling your nose, as you saw some angels tending to them with their bare hands all pricked with thorns, "He's a Cupid. Cupids can't fall in love. Even though, I admit, he is dashing."

"Angels, may I have a moment of your time?"

A cold voice sounded like a gong behind your ear drums as you spun around (your skirt spinning with you), to face a cat-like face with bunny teeth.

"Minho." Yuna perked up, brushing her hair out of her face. Gosh, she really did like him. Like you, and every other angel in Heaven and Hell.

"How are you today?" " Fine as ever, Yuna." His tone was condescending, a weird one to use for a casual conversation such as this one.

"Y/N." He bowed to you, the eclipses of his soft hair falling onto his face as he did. "Minho." You answered, the neckline of your frock falling down as you bowed, revealing your cleavage, which Minho tried hard not to stare at.

"You look beautiful today." He complemented, his white teeth on full display, "as always." His addition at the end made you blush.

Was he this nice to every pretty angel?

"I assume you ladies are picking these beautiful berries for my ritual tonight?" He bent over your basket, examining all the black and red berries stuffed into it.

"We are." You cleared your throat, noticing how close Minho was to your bosom, "aren't they delicious looking?"

"We'll see tonight." Minho toyed with a blackberry, "When I drink them up."

Something about his tone scared you, as Yuna bowed him out of the garden, leaving you, tucking your skirt in a little more secure, and looking at the berries all arranged neatly in your basket.

Unexpected things always happen to humans, as you had heard. But sometimes they can happen to angels too. They can happen to anyone really. They just need time.

"Y/N." Minho caressed your cheek gently. The smell of crushed blackberries filled the room, as a bowl of red berries lay beside you.

Being chosen by Minho, hearing your name fall from his lips like an ill forgotten name of a God was shocking, as Yuna nudged you forward to the stand. All the angels looked at you with pity, as if you were a lamb going off for slaughter.

But you hadn't expected him to treat you so kindly.

"My angel...." Minho whispered, tucking a stray hair back behind your ear. "Why me?" You whispered back, as he kissed your knuckles gently, his wings fluttering gently behind him, as he folded them into his back.

"Why not you?" He chuckled, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Reaching his hand behind you, he picked up a berry from the wooden bowl and held it in front of your mouth.

"Be a good angel and open for me." He imitated an opening mouth with his own, "ah there you go, good girl."

The cherry was sweet, running with juices as you tasted it in your mouth, it's bitterness not bothering you. Spitting the seed out quickly, you looked up meekly as Minho's naked figure.

His jaw, lined with heavy lust, his eyes darkened as the night, and his muscles throbbing into your skin. You were wearing a loose robe of reds and whites, a show of the corruption of the pure.

"Oh don't worry darling." Minho caressed your cheek again, his thighs rubbing against yours as he laid you back on the silk ridden bed, "You'll feel nothing but pleasure tonight." "Minho I-Im scared." You whimpered, unsure of what to do. What if he didn't fall in love with you? What if you became another wasted angel?

"Don't be." Minho chuckled, "A pretty angel like you shouldn't be."

You sunk back into the mattress, his body over yours, a hand cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, stroking the skin there, exposed from your ridden up robe. your hands were in his curls, and you revelled in the way that you could shamelessly touch them now. He paused for a second, nose brushing yours, breathless and grinning down at you, a knowing smile that was so beautiful that it rendered you speechless.

You leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, relishing in the moment. you were lost in him, thinking back to the very first time you’d locked eyes and how you never thought it would come to this. this, the way he was holding you, was the best surprise.

"May I?" Minho asked gently, toying with your robe. You nodded your head in a weak attempt of saying yes. His face, mere inches from yours rendered you speechless again.

And with that, the air changed, charged with a different kind of tension. Minho pulled you on top of him, hands firm on your body, the action itself gentle. you steadied yourself, hands on his shoulders, his resting on your waist.

he smiled softly, slowly peeling the material off of your body, up over your head and tossed carelessly onto the floor. he kept his eyes on yours, despite the fact you were now left bare, aside from the white cotton panties that separated you both. he pawed at your sides, kneading gently at your soft hips.

“we’re gonna start slow, okay? gonna take my time with you.” he muttered, eyes on yours before they trailed slowly down, across your face, neck, collarbone, further and further until he was taking all of you in. he began to stroke the underside of your breast with his thumb, watching the way your body tensed under his feather-like touch.

His kiss trailed further down your body, peppered in the valley of your breasts, and then you stopped breathing, the air caught in your throat because he was looking at you, really, truly looking at you, as his tongue found your nipple. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was making you feel this good already.

“oh, kitten, you want me so badly, don’t you? should’ve asked me sooner. m’gonna make you feel so good.” His hands were on your hips, guiding you backwards and forwards on him.

“it feels so- oh, god.” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his curls, back arching further into him as your thighs clenched around his. He licked over your collarbone oh so slowly, a shiver running down your taut spine.

“i want you to come for me like this first, okay? can you do that for me, kitten?” he cooed, bouncing his leg ever so slightly. “look at me.” And you did, somehow mustering the strength to pull yourself back up and find his darkened eyes.

You were a mess of curses when you let go, your body convulsing, collapsing into him as you came. You were throbbing on his thigh, one glance down at where you were grinding against him displaying your slick. His arms went around your body, flipping you onto your back so that you were resting against the mattress.

“you did so well, angel.” Minho crooned, resting over you on his forearms. you stared up at him in awe, blinking away the haze. “do you want more?”

Minho's hand slid down your body, searching for the band of your underwear. when he reached his destination, he toyed with the lacy edges, letting them snap against the pudge of your belly, teasing you. you bucked your hips, frustrated, and he used the opportunity to cup your pussy, feeling where you’d soaked through the cotton. the groan he let out was carnal, animalistic, almost needy. he could feel all of you, how you ached and dripped, how you needed the everything that you’d requested.

“you’re so fucking good for me, God.” Minho almost slurred his words, voice lower than you’d ever heard it. you keened at the sound, pushing your hips further into him.

“you still want all of me?” he breathed, his shaky breath fanning your face. Minho was obsessed with hearing you say it, obsessed with how you wanted him as much as he needed you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” lando groaned, an edge of excitement in his voice, and then he unleashed everything that he’d held back.

“ahh,” you moaned, trying to tilt your hips so he stopped rutting against your clit, but he was too heavy for you to move beneath him. You could feel another orgasm brewing and you squeezed your eyes shut, your brain fogged. “M-minho” you cried, not knowing if you could keep going like this.

Minho's erratic hips never faulted, “shh,” he cooed unsteadily. “you can take it.”

You shook your head back and forth and mewled in your throat. Minho tried to reassure you, “m’almost finished, kitten.”

As wild and deadly as he was in the battles of Heaven , he was just as primal in the bedroom. Thee softness of your skin felt heavenly against Minho's sore body and against his calloused hands. he slid a hand into your hair, his fist grasping tightly. “this is the last time. i promise.” His deep baritone sent you over the edge. you cried out loud, your legs squeezing against Minho's body, your body shaking as he pummeled you through another orgasm.

You could barely hear the way he was grunting and moaning as you clenched down impossibly hard around him. “gah, fuck,” he groaned.

Minho spilled inside you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him fill you once more that night. You weren’t even sure how he still had more to give at this point.

His thrusts turned slow but remained powerful when he bottomed out, hitting you as far back as he could. you gasped with every rut of his hips hitting yours.

His seed leaked out around his cock as he rode out his orgasm. you weren’t sure you could go for another round, hoping Minho was true to his word and this actually was the last time.

His hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair. “see. knew you could take it.” he kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you. you whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of him inside you, it was almost painful for him to leave. he marveled at you as he sat back on his haunches, looking between your legs and watching his seed gush out of you.

"You're mine now." Minho whispered into your ear, looking at your cum ridden tummy, "all mine for the eternity of heaven."

As if to seal a charm, Minho kissed you on your neck, wrapping your weak figure into his arms, and running his fingers through your hair to cradle you to sleep.

"My angel."

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baby-yongbok · 1 year ago

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The Hyunjin smut about him peeing got me blushing so hard I had to take a moment to stare at the ceiling and calm down lol!

Can you please write something similar about Lee know where the reader has to pee but Lee know doesn't know it and they get so lost in humping each other that the reader forgets they have to use the bathroom and the suddenly pee getting very embarrassed and crying a little and him comforting her and says that he didn't mind and he finds is hot? :>

You ask and I shall answer 💕

Stuck In The Moment

Boyfriend!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: Cursing

✨Masterlist✨

You had been patient, you waited for almost two months to get some alone time with your boyfriend. You understood that it was comeback season and that meant that he would be busy almost all of the time. You waited up for him on the nights when he would practice late, making sure that he had something to eat when he got to your apartment and that all he had to do was shower and sleep.

He made sure to give you attention when he could, calling you on his breaks and telling you about all of the things that they had scheduled. You loved hearing about his work, you loved how much he was loving it but what you really wanted was for him to love up on you instead. You missed his touch and his kisses more than anything in the world. Your thighs would get sticky with arousal whenever you watched the practice videos that he sent you. Your eyes always found their way to his arms and strong legs, you often found yourself wishing that you could ride his thigh while he holds you close and kisses you so much that you forget how to breathe. That’s all you wanted and by the luck of the God’s that’s exactly what you’re getting tonight.

Minho was finally granted a couple of days off so as soon as he walked through the door his hands were on you. His lips were desperate to feel yours and you had no plan on arguing with that. You immediately abandoned your previous project and allowed your needy boyfriend to distract you. His lips wandered all over the exposed skin of your neck while the two of you stumbled over to the bedroom like drunk college students after a party.

“I missed you so much.” You moaned as he cupped your ass in his hands, squeezing hard and pulling you into him.

“Missed you too, need you.” He mumbled against your skin as he lowered himself onto the mattress, pulling you onto his lap in the process. “You need me baby?”

“So badly.” You pulled him into another heated kiss, allowing his tongue to fuck your mouth as you took in the taste of him. He shifts you so that you’re straddling his thigh and you groan into his mouth. You completely forgot that you had to pee before he got home, you squirm in his hold a bit, trying to make yourself a bit more comfortable.

You could just pull away for a second and tell him that you need to use the bathroom but you’ve missed him so much that you don’t want to ruin the moment. A moan erupts from your throat as the feeling of Minho pressing his thigh up against your heat pulls you out of your thoughts. You instinctively grind your hips into him, chasing the feeling that you’ve been craving for so long. Goosebumps cover you along with the intense pleasure, your need to pee has enhanced the wave running over you and effectively made you forget about your plan to use the bathroom all together. There’s no way that you can stop now, you’re in too deep.

“That’s right, baby.” He grabs your hips, guiding your core against his clothed thigh. You rut against him desperately, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back as intense waves of pleasure swallow you. “This is what you really missed, isn’t it baby?”

You nod your head lazily, moaning in response as you grind against him faster. All of your neediness pooled at your core as the knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“Look at me, Jagi.” You open your eyes, tipping your head back down to look Minho in his eyes. His dark lustful gaze makes you whimper as you struggle to keep eye contact. Your brows furrow as you feel yourself about to go over the edge.

“I’m g-gonna -” You’re cut off by Minho aggressively smashing his lips against yours, his tongue instantly slips between your lips, swallowing your moans and replacing them with his own. He pulls away once your grinding becomes more sloppy and he can tell that you’re right at your peak.

“Say my name while you cum for me, baby.” His words were all that you needed to fall into your orgasm, your legs shook and you fell against Minho, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

His name falls from your lips along with a string of swear words as your orgasm washes over you but for some reason you feel it literally washing over you. Just as you’re coming down from your orgasm you realize that you don’t have to pee anymore and that when it hits you. You sit up quickly, panic written all over your features as you look down at Minho’s soaked thigh. You stare down at it for a few seconds as tears well up in your eyes.

“Baby, that was -" He stops mid sentence when you look up at him, a tear trailing down your cheek and your breathing picking up as the panic sets. “Hey hey what happened?”

Minho pulls you into a hug as he rubs circles into your back and hushes you softly. You can’t help but cry a bit harder as you realize what just happened, you’ve been waiting so long for this moment and you ruined it in the most embarrassing way possible. Your thoughts start to spiral as you fall deeper into panic but you’re pulled out by your boyfriend's soft voice.

“Did you not mean to do that?” You furrow your brows slightly, confused by his question. Of course you didn’t mean to embarrass yourself like that. You shake your head and Minho hums in response as he thinks of what else to say.

“Are you mad at me?” Your words come out in a whisper as another tear falls and Minho leans back to look at you. His gaze is gentle and sympathetic and almost… happy?

“I’m not mad at all, baby.” He reaches up to wipe your tears with a faint grin and you pinch your brows together softly.

“Why are you smiling?” Minho smiles wider as he looks down at the mess that you made then back up at you.

“Because I liked it.” The two of you stare at each other, his smiling eyes searching your surprised ones. “I thought that it was hot.”

“Really?” Minho nods his head in response, his eyes darkening a bit as he recalls the incident.

“You came so hard and you were moaning my name so loudly, baby. Once I realized that you pissed on me I nearly fucking came too.” You think back and realize that you did cum a lot harder than you normally do and riding his thigh felt ten times more intense than any other time that you’ve done. Your cheeks burn red as you take it in, did you actually like it?

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Jagi, I was very into it.”

“I uh, actually think that I might be too.” Your voice is small but the smile that your words paint on Minho’s lips is big and it makes you feel excited all over again.

“Yeah? We can explore that if you want.” You nod your head with a smile and Minho leans in for a kiss as he presses his soaked knee up against your cunt. The cold wet fabric of his sweatpants against your warmth pulls a moan out of you that he quickly swallows before pulling back.

“We have the entire weekend to explore it, baby.”

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EXCUSE ME? CALLING ALL MY PRECIOUS MINHO STANS. GATHER AROUND, THAT'S OUR HUSBAND. THIS IS THE LEE MINHO.

I HAVE NO WORDS. I’M BASICALLY ALMOST CUMMING RN HOW IS HE SO FUCKING HOT. HOW ??!!!

I’M ON MY ALL FOURS, BARKING, DROOLING, KICKING MY FEET, CUMMING, SCREAMING, ON THE FLOOR, BEGGING AND JUST DYING.

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Never in his life, did Lee Minho ever think he’d wake up beside Lee Felix.

But that’s exactly what he found himself doing the next morning.

The morning after everything had crumbled apart and they had shared half of their feelings and felt each other in the deepest of ways and passions.

Turning onto his side, Minho reached out and ghosted a few fingers against Felix’s freckled cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, his presence in Minho’s bed sending a comforting aura across the entire room.

Then, Felix was stirring. The early morning rays were shining down on them through the nearby window, hitting Minho’s back and cascading across the younger man’s face. It highlighted his sharp cheekbones, his puffy lips that were still a little swollen. Eyes skirting down just a tiny bit, Minho noticed the way Felix’s bare collarbone and shoulders peeked out from underneath the covers, glimmering in the sunlight.

He looked like a real-life faerie. Like a tiny sprite that had just creeped out of the woods the night before, slipping into Minho’s bed and keeping him warm for as long as he wished.

“Mornin’.” A low, gravelly voice broke through the serene quiet of the bedroom. The contrast of his dark tone compared to his ethereal features thew Minho for a loop, as his eyes locked onto Felix’s.

Hands reaching out, Minho grabbed at the younger’s bare skin. Until he had a hand on his waist and the other woven in his messy blonde tresses. “Morning, princess,” Minho whispered, yanking Felix close and planting a few messy kisses to his lips. Felix let out a tiny giggle, hiding his growing blush in the crook of Minho’s neck. “Sleep well, my pretty princess?”

“Stop calling me that…” Felix whined out, shifting in Minho’s hold as he carded his small fingers through dark locks.

Skirting one of his hands across Felix’s skin, he traced the grooves of his spine, circling the middle of his back before continuing to go south. Soon, Minho’s fingers were sinking into the flesh of the blonde’s ass, squeezing there by the tiniest bit as he spoke. “Why? Does it make you… feel good?” Muttering against Felix’s ear, Minho bared his teeth and scraped them against the younger’s earlobe.

That earned a strangled groan from Felix, and Minho could feel him growing hotter by the second. His temperature rising at Minho’s actions and words. So Minho did the only thing he felt like doing in that moment - reaching down with his other hand, past the thick comforter and sheet, and firmly taking ahold of Felix’s ass.

“H-hng…” Was the only thing that slipped from Felix’s lips in reply to Minho’s earlier question. He moved against Minho, squirming on his side as the older’s nails made half-crescent shapes into the flesh of his asscheeks.

“What was that, princess? You’ll have to speak up, daddy can’t hear you that well…” Minho said, tone lilting and playful. Unmistakably, the air in the room had shifted. To something with much more weight to it— heated, and insatiable.

Felix was rising from his spot beside Minho abruptly, towering over his form with a furrowed brow and an annoyed light in his eyes. But the quivering of his bottom lip didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, neither did the furious blush that dusted across his freckles.

“M-Makes me horny, okay?!” Felix exclaimed in a rather loud outburst, ripping his hands away from Minho’s hair. Then, he was placing his warm palms against Minho’s shoulders, using the body underneath him for better purchase.

One of Minho’s hands left Felix’s ass after that, reaching up to the younger’s face. Tracing gentle fingers against his warm cheek, before curving under his jaw, Minho watched in astute pleasure as Felix all but melted into his touch. “Of course it does… because you love looking pretty, hmm? You love making people talk with your bold outfits- with your slutty booty shorts and sparkly tube tops.”

“Do you think I’m pretty in those things?” Felix asked, failing to meet Minho’s gaze and instead focus on his chest. His small fingers drew aimless shapes against Minho’s skin, forcing gooseflesh the surface of the elder’s entire body.

Minho could feel something break and dissolve in the pit of his heart— at the thought of Felix dressing in such things for his attention only. “Oh princess— every time you wear those kinds of things, I—” But he cut himself off at the last moment, deciding to hold himself back.

Jeongin’s words from earlier came into the forefront of his mind then, the long text string that he had been sent in relation to Felix’s childhood after Minho had left flooded all of his thoughts again.

Because there he was— there Felix was, practically straddling his waist, completely bare of clothing. Looking down at him with such a pitiful expression on his face. Asking— begging, silently, for Minho to speak his mind.

But all Minho could think about in that moment was that they still had so much to talk about — and Felix had no idea that he knew.

“Tell me. Please— tell me, Min.” Felix whispered, leaning into him then and pressing a few light pecks onto his lips. He was trying to coax the words out of Minho, but the older man wasn’t budging. “You can dress me up, if you want… I’ll be your pretty doll. I can be anything you want and I—”

Felix’s words made Minho freeze up completely.

I’ll be your pretty doll.

I can be anything you want.

And it just… it didn’t feel quite right.

The things Felix was saying to him in the early morning light had a different tone to them than they had in the throngs of twilight.

Like, as soon as daylight appeared, the Lee Felix from the night before was wiped away. And what was left was… a shell of the man Minho had fallen asleep next to.

Instead, this Felix was begging for him—

Begging in a way that left a sour taste in Minho’s mouth,

That made his heart clench in pain,

That made his mind spin with millions of different doubts.

“Felix, stop. Stop, baby.”

He had to say it twice, cutting through the mindless void Felix had seemed to fall into so quickly.

Subspace,

That’s what Chris had called it once. When divulging Minho in some of his one-night stands with girls around town.

Felix was in subspace, and Minho was afraid he had put the blonde there.

Feeling like he was a spectator looking on at the scene, like he was currently breathing outside of his body, Minho’s hands moved up Felix’s sides. Then he was moving their positions, until Felix’s head was back on the pillow and Minho was standing up from the bed.

“Wha— did I do something wrong?” Felix slurred his words only slightly. Like he was drunk off of grape soju. But Minho knew he was completely sober in that moment. Just that… he was still slipping into subspace, and that Minho would have to be a lot more careful about their dynamic from then-on. With the nicknames, too. As princess evidently triggered something deep seated in Felix’s mind.

Minho hastily pulled his legs through a pair of black sweatpants, before he was leaning over the bed and brushing a few gentle fingers through Felix’s hair. “Baby, no. You did nothing wrong… it’s just that— we need to talk. Before we go any further.”

Felix sat up in bed after that, resting his back against the headboard as his eyes fixed on Minho’s body. “Okay… what do you wanna talk about?” He was still speaking slowly, but Minho could tell he was beginning to come out of… the space. Thank God Minho hadn’t pushed any further while in bed, otherwise he was afraid Felix wouldn’t be able to pull himself up again.

“Chris will probably be home soon. I think it’d be best if you were back at your place and he didn’t find his little brother naked in his best friend’s bed,” Minho said, throwing his phone onto his nearby desk and fitting a shirt over his head. “Besides, after everything that’s happened in the last few days… I don’t wanna put him through anything else.”

“That can’t possibly be what you wanted to talk about.”

Felix was a lot more intuitive than Minho gave him credit for. A lot more. Perhaps the younger man could read his face a little too well— how his brow was furrowed the tiniest bit and the corners of his mouth were dipped towards the floor.

But one look at Felix in his bed, bare chest completely exposed as he rested against the mountain of pillows. Blonde hair messy and cheeks still rosy from the night before, dark brown eyes glossed over by the tiniest of bits…

And Minho didn’t have the heart to break the perfect, quiet bubble they were still in.

“It doesn’t matter, forget I said anything,” Minho said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. And so suddenly, he felt like he was about to suffocate under Felix’s gaze there in the bedroom. So he made for his bathroom, deciding to brush his teeth and wash his face before having to brave the outside world again.

There was silence for a few moments, but Minho could hear the bed creaking and movement just beyond the bathroom door. Then, like a beautiful phantom ghosting his presence once more, Felix was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, boxers now covering at least part of him. “But it does matter, because you matter to me.” His words came out soft and light, and Minho could feel the younger’s eyes on him as he finished washing his face with his green tea foam cleanser.

Minho said nothing to that, instead focusing on drying off his face with a towel. But Felix was unavoidable, it would seem. Since he was blocking the doorway out. Eyes sliding across the bathroom to meet Felix’s, Minho tilted his head and offered him a deep sigh. “I just— I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I already have.”

“You could never hurt me, not again.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. Because I definitely will. Again, and again.” At that, he managed to slip out of the bathroom, striding across his bedroom floor.

“I don’t fucking care, Minho. Hurt me all you want, but I’ll never stop loving you. Never. I want no one else in this world to hurt me but you.”

Minho stopped his pacing across his bedroom, staring back at Felix who was now perched at the edge of his bed. “You have to know that it wasn’t by my own volition. I never asked to be aware of it.” Minho started, as he began his pacing once more. Each one of his movements was tracked by keen eyes, like a cat watching its owner prowl around the world.

Felix stayed quiet, allowing Minho to collect his jumbled thoughts. The older man could feel his heart beating his chest in that moment, thumping against his ribcage. It hurt to breath out, his nostrils felt like they were on fire and his throat constricted with the lump that was steadily growing against his tongue.

“Jeongin told me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But Minho stopped his manic walking, turning around to face Felix once more. He was halfway across the bedroom, watching for anything to register on the younger’s face.

“Okay… and what exactly did he tell you?” Felix asked, raising a dark, quizzical eyebrow in the wake of Minho’s words.

Fists clenching at his side, Minho almost didn’t have the heart to tell him. To tell this small, beautiful being sitting on his bed that he knew all the sins committed against him previously. To tell him that he knew— about all the hurt and abuse and violence. Even still, Minho couldn’t bring himself to hold it back any longer. Knowing it all had been killing him silently for long enough.

“He told me about— you, Felix. About everything that happened after I left for college during your high school years.”

Immediately, that’s all it took.

All it took, for the life to completely drain out of Lee Felix.

In an instant, he was no longer a stunning, otherworldly faerie sitting atop a plush bed.

Instead, he was a ghostly shell of a person - bleached of all color, like a black-and-white painting on canvas.

Nothing happened for what felt like a millennium. Time seemed to stop, as Minho watched the Felix before him break down. Outer wall crumbling brick by brick, shoulders drooping and face draining of all semblance of life.

Suddenly, he looked so tired.

So, so fucking tired.

“Why would he tell you…” Felix whispered in a low tone, shaking his head slowly. His limbs were beginning to shake, as his fingers clenched tightly into fists. Then his gaze was locking onto Minho’s, and the older man could see the rage boiling just beneath the surface there. “Why the fuck would he tell you?!”

The scream came out in a guttural, heart-breaking kind of way. Minho didn’t know what to do just then - he was frozen in his place, watching as all the emotions rippled and cascaded through the man sitting before him.

Felix was rising up from the bed in the next instant, beginning to tear across the room for his clothes that had been tossed aside the night before. The entire time, he was muttering things under his breath, heaving strangled breaths in his anger. “This is complete bullshit! After all the shit I did for him— he stabbed me in the fucking back!” Somehow, he was able to find his purple tracksuit and shove him limbs into the fabric. “I swear to god I’m going to fucking kill him!”

The pure venom in Felix’s voice sent a shiver down Minho’s spine. He had never seen him so full of rage - so vengeful, even despite all of the bad arguments they had had in the past. Minho feared this was unlike anything Felix had ever experienced before… and the older man did the only thing he knew in that exact moment.

“Felix, please— he was just doing it to protect you. He knew you’d never tell me.” Minho started, making his way over to Felix and grabbing ahold of his arm to stop him from fleeing the bedroom entirely.

Felix stared up at him with a dark look under his eyes, the rosiness in his cheeks completely gone and instead replaced with a shadowy haze. “Protect me… protect me!” Felix shouted, laughing incredulously. But Minho knew nothing was directed at him. The younger man was just upset, and he didn’t know how to express himself properly. “It’s my life. It’s my fucking story to tell, no one else’s!” Felix turned to face Minho finally, poking a finger into his chest with each of his words.

“I know, and I’m sorry he did that. He should’ve gotten permission first. He wasn’t thinking right, he was drunk and—”

“I didn’t want you to ever know, don’t you see?!” Felix suddenly cried in an outburst. In an instant, his small fingers were gripping onto the collar of Minho’s shirt, clawing at it for dear life. Like if he held on long enough, the nightmare would end and he’d wake up and realize it was all a murky dream. “But now- oh God, you know… oh God, you know and you hate me and—”

He was crumpling after that, entire body convulsing with the tremors of anger and hurt that coursed through his veins. Minho grabbed onto him so tight, he feared if he squeezed the blonde’s sides any stronger he’d break ribs. Instead, he sunk down to the floor with Felix, holding him as close as he possibly could.

And Minho didn’t know what to do — he was frozen again, in that odd limbo space between wanting to cry, but not being able to.

Felix’s sobs wracked through his entire form, ripping out of his mouth in the most blood-curdling kind of sounds.

“Lix- I don’t hate you, I don’t… how could I ever hate you?” Minho started in a quiet voice, hoping beyond all hopes that Felix could hear him over all the crying and heartache. “It’s not your fault, Lixie… it’s not. It never was. You were a child, it’s never a child’s fault.”

At that, Felix was yanking away from his chest. His cheeks were still bleached of all color, but now icy tears were trailing down his skin. They clouded his eyes, making his bottom lip quiver and his brow crease. “But God— you do! You think I’m the one that led things on… you think it’s the same reason why I got mixed up with that stranger at the club and—” His cries were so guttural, Minho could feel each and every one of his words punch through his chest like knifes to thick muscle.

Tearing at flesh and sinew and bone.

Minho felt like he was nothing more put a pile of useless limbs, clinging onto a shell of a boy he had once known - that he still loved.

Even still, he had the mind to press Felix for answers, “Is that true, Lix? Is that why you allowed that man to defile you so much?” He was talking about the man at the club, that much they both knew.

“If I told you the answer you’d abandon me,” Felix wailed, voice cracking in between his tears. Pressing this forehead into the center of Minho’s chest, the wetness cascading down his cheeks began to dampen the older man’s shirt. But in that moment, Minho couldn’t give a damn about such frivolous things. “You’d throw me in a hospital— in a physic ward. Just like they tried to do all those years ago.”

“Felix.” Minho said, stern voice trying to cut through the murky depths that Felix was drowning in. And when he didn’t rouse at the sound of his name, Minho reached out and wrapped his hands behind the blonde’s neck. Soon, he was cupping Felix’s wet cheeks and guiding his focus back onto him. “Felix, listen to me. I’d never do such a thing to you, never. I never wanna do anything that will hurt you.”

Then Felix was wiping furiously at his cheeks, the hiccups vibrating across his shoulders as he shook his head in a manic kind of way. “I didn’t know, Min. I swear, I didn’t— I thought he was safe and I wanted to get my mind off of you and I’m sorry and—”

But Minho didn’t have the heart to ask who he was talking about. Because he already knew the answer to the question — both men that Felix had gotten mixed up with, during high school and only just recently — had been an escape from real life. Had been a means to an end, to fend off all the thoughts Felix had of… Minho.

That was the hardest thing for Minho to come to terms with.

The fact that, had he been around - had he been by Felix’s side, and loved him the way he was supposed to and needed to, things wouldn’t have turned out so horribly.

Fate was a weird thing, though.

The Gods living high above in the skies were cruel, in some ways.

For looking down at Felix during so much turmoil and allowing it to happen. Allowing the two of them to be separated, knowing that— if they had been together, none of it would have happened in the first place.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, all those years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t love you right and that you got mixed up in those situations because of me…” Minho started, his mouth close to Felix’s ear. He was whispering, rocking the both of them back and forth to try and calm the younger male. He could tell it was working, too. By the way that Felix was melting into his grasp, the hands around his waist growing a little slack. “I want to kill them, trust me— I really fucking do. But I’m not about to end streaks of violence with even more of it. So instead, I’m going to protect you with my life, from now on. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks about it— about us or our relationship. It’s none of their concern. You’re never getting rid of me, and I swear on my entire family’s grave that I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.”

There was silence after that.

For a long time, nothing was said between the two men. Instead, they just held onto each other for dear life. Almost like, if they separated for even a second- the precious moment would break and they’d go right back to being strangers again.

Minho had the mind to check the clock that was on the nearby nightstand. It was close to noon. Chris would be home soon, and the last thing Minho wanted right then was for his best friend to walk in on them. He’d question things immediately, and Minho was too mentally spent to talk it all out. Explain their relationship and why Felix was having a literal mental breakdown in his arms.

Finally, after Felix had stopped crying and his shoulders stopped shaking, he was rousing in Minho’s arms. Until he was leaning his head against the older’s shoulder, staring up at him with wide, puffy eyes.

Like a helpless little woodland faerie, innocent against all the sins of men in the world.

And Minho wanted to do everything in his power to protect such pure, raw beauty.

“What do you need from me right now, Pixie?” Minho asked in a gentle voice, one that was so quiet, only Felix would ever be able to hear. He used the nickname that he had given the blonde when they were living back in Busan. Growing up together, hanging from the bows of trees and frolicking on the beach. He stared down at the boy, thumb ghosting against his pale cheek as he studied the emotions swimming in Felix’s eyes. “Tell me what you want, pretty. And I’ll do anything.”

“Kiss me. Please.”

Minho needed no further instruction. As he dipped his head down, capturing Felix’s lips up into a soft kiss. Their mouths pressed together in an ethereal kind of way. They were a perfect fit, practically made for each other.

Minho’s lips drawled away from Felix’s after a few moments, littering soft kisses across his face - his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “You’re so good, Felix… too good for me. I promise— I’ll be with you through all of life’s ups and downs,” Then he was catching Felix’s gaze, and seeing the sincerity of the words register in the younger man’s mind. “I’ll kiss you as long as you want. Kiss it better, kiss all the pain and sorrow away. Kiss you until you’re sick of it.”

Then he was capturing Felix’s lips against his again, this time with a little more force. This time, their teeth clashed together. This time, Felix let out a strangled gasp as Minho poked his tongue out, trailing the line of his lips with it. This time, Felix’s jaw slacked and allowed Minho’s tongue entrance. This time, they got a taste of each other. Just like the night before.

And soon, without even realizing what was going on, Felix was already crawling on top of Minho. Situating himself into the elder’s lap, as his fingers grasped at dark locks. As Minho’s tongue pulled moan after soft moan out from deep inside of Felix.

Before they could go any further, be any more reckless and emotional than they already were - and it was still the morning time - Minho’s hands found their way to the nape of Felix’s neck. He was pulling them apart then, a messy string of saliva parting from both of their lips. Felix gave him a pout, and the frown he had made him look so much cuter than he already was. Made the tent growing in Minho’s pants get a little stiffer.

“We need to stop, Lixie. Chris is gonna be home any second now.”

“But why?” Felix whined out, bouncing up and down a few times in his protest.

The bouncing of his thighs wasn’t doing Minho’s current horny state any good, so he made to grab ahold of his hips to stop Felix’s movements. “Because— I don’t want this to be the way he finds out about us. I wanna tell him in a clear state of mind and not when I’m really fucking horny.”

At the last of his words, Felix’s gaze caught with Minho’s again. A wicked smile spread across his lips, and he was turning into the exact replica of a Cheshire Cat. Tucking a few strands of hair behind Minho’s ear, Felix leaned away from him only slightly to survey his current state. Rumpled clothes, curly black hair that was wiry from stress, and a crazed look in his eye, no doubt about it.

“Oh… so you’re horny, huh?” Felix started, voice deep and wavering as he pulled a little bit on Minho’s locks.

For a second, the older man’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Completely involuntary, it would seem. “Yes, and I really wanna finger your pretty little hole and stuff you with my cock until you’re crying for me to stop. But I can’t do that right now, so that shit will have to wait.” He said, giving Felix a deadpan look as he grabbed ahold of his wrists and yanked them out of his hair.

Tilting his head to the side, Felix’s eyes trailed down the length of Minho’s body. Until they stopped at his middle, where their bodies were barely touching. Still, the tent in Minho’s pants was clearly visible. “Then, I guess you don’t wanna hear what I wanna do to you… that’s too bad…” He was hoisting himself up from Minho’s lap entirely after that, staring down at him with a shadowy kind of remorse.

“No, no— tell me.”

Minho didn’t even know why he was playing into Felix’s hand. It was a dangerous game, that much he knew. And he also knew that his best friend would be home any second. It was a miracle he hadn’t already walked into Minho’s bedroom yet, what with it being so late in the morning.

“Nah— I don’t wanna make you any hornier than you already are…” Felix started, turning his back on Minho. And then he was reaching over the bed to grab his things that were still on the nightstand. His phone and his wallet and—

All Minho could think about was how adorable he looked right then—

Ass sticking out in the open,

Practically begging to be spanked.

He was teasing Minho, and the older man wasn’t gonna stand by the wayside and take it any longer.

So he did exactly what Felix was silently asking for.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing up and was right behind Felix, spanking him so hard his palm came away from Felix’s purple sweatpants hot to the touch.

Felix was whirling on him soon after, face red as a beet as he clutched his things close to his chest. “Hey! That was very uncalled for, sir.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t asking for it, princess.” Minho smirked, staring down at the blonde with a triumphant stance. Hands on his hips, he watched as Felix’s eyes blazed with the insinuation. A certain kind of heaviness was filling the bedroom again, weighing down on either of their shoulders.

It was suffocating Minho, in the best of ways.

“Well there’s lots of things I actually want, which I can’t ask for because of— obvious reasons,” Felix’s eyes flit around the room. Like he was a nervous deer, caught in the headlights of a hunter. “And don’t call me princess!”

Minho was inching closer to him then, watching the pretty line of his lips and how pink they were. And how good they’d look wrapped around his co- “What kinda things do you want, hmm— princess?”

Felix gazed up at him, now that they were just a mere hairsbreadth away from each other. Reaching up, he brought Minho close to his lips, his mouth hovering over his but not kissing him. “I wanna litter pretty purple and red marks across your neck— wanna choke on your cock and make it messy… wanna swallow your cum and then get on top of it and ride your sensitive flesh until you come again.”

Minho was silent after that, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment. Fighting off all the demons that wanted to take over him — fighting the urge to throw Felix down onto the bed right there in that moment, and rip those pretty screams out of his mouth as he creams against Minho’s cock.

Instead, he was leaning back from Felix. Motioning to the door with his head, his lips pulled up into a sardonic kind of grin. “Get out right now— before we both ruin our relationships with Chris.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna kick your boyfriend out of your dorm?”

“No, I’m telling you to leave. For the good of everyone.”

But Felix knew better, that was for sure. Because already, he was moving to the door and stepping through the threshold. Minho was hot on his tail, following him through the kitchen and to the front door.

“Will I see you again sometime today at least?” The blonde asked, as he stopped in the doorway. Peering up at Minho with sparkly, imploring eyes. He was going to be the absolute downfall of Lee Minho.

“I have a final exam to study for. I’ll be at the library later tonight.”

“It’s open past midnight right?”

“Til’ two in the morning I think.”

Leaning up towards Minho, Felix placed a light peck on his cheek. “Guess I’ll see you around then.”

But before he could pull away again, Minho was reaching out. Arm snaking around his small waist, Minho pulled the younger boy closer to him. Craning his neck downward, he swiped his tongue against Felix’s bottom lip, before kissing him with all the passion and fire that was thrumming through his veins.

The kiss didn’t last for more than five seconds, but to Minho, it felt like a whole lifetime passed. And that nothing else mattered, besides the otherworldly boy that he was kissing in the doorway of his dorm. When they pulled apart from each other, Felix’s cheeks were flushed and his shoulders were heaving again.

“Get home safely, Felix. Text me when you arrive,” Minho said, as Felix was finally leaving his presence and beginning to turn towards the common ground that surrounded all the senior’s dormitory complex. But he hadn’t let go of Minho’s hand yet, and was still holding onto it for dear life. “I love you, my pretty princess.”

Felix froze in his place then, turning his head back to give Minho a whisper of a grin. Then he was squeezing his fingers, “I love you more, Minnie.” And with that, he was on his way. They were parting and Minho was watching him trek across the damp ground.

He didn’t close the door until Felix was completely out of sight. And as soon as it was locked, he leaned his back against the wooden frame. The hardness between his legs was the first thing he registered in the wake of Felix’s absence. Staring down at the tent in his sweatpants, Minho let out a dark chuckle. Shaking his head incredulously, he muttered to himself as he filed into the kitchen to start on a quick brunch. “Lee Felix, you will be the absolute death of me.”

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seospicybin · 2 years ago

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WRONG CROWD PREVIEW.

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: You meet Minho again at the high school reunion, the kid who used to sleep in class turns a tattoo artist.

Preview under the cut!

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"Isn't this the Ms. Most Likely To Be President?" A voice says.

Your head turns to the side to find someone in a fitted suit and a face that seems so familiar but it's hard to recognize like trying to remember a song you listened to a year ago.

"I'm what the people voted as Most Likely To Win A Lottery and Lose The Ticket!" He gives you a hint with a sly smile.

It takes you a moment to fully recognize him from his sharp nose and the doe eyes, "Minho?"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" He exclaims.

If it's isn't because of his hair that skipped months of haircut, the tattooed hands and his stance that oozes with confidence, you would have recognized him in an instant.

You pat the empty seat next to you for him to sit on, "Did you win the lottery though?"

"No luck!" He replies, proceeds to take a seat next to you then rests his back against the wall.

"What a shame!" You jokingly say with fake empathy.

Minho clinks his glass with you before sipping his drink in one go and puts it aside.

"Are you the president yet?"

"Sadly I'm not stupid rich and egomaniacal enough to be one," you answer.

"Am I addressing you right though? You're not married, are you?"

This is the umpteenth time someone asking whether you're married or not. Weirdly though, you don't feel offended at all when Minho asked you.

"Why does everyone keep thinking that I am not marriage material?" You ask with an annoyed groan.

"Oh, so you're married?" He asks with apparent disbelief in his eyes.

You look at him and narrow your eyes at him, "Bold of you to assume that I am married!"

He takes out something from his suit jacket while speaking, "Good! You're too cool to settle down anyway."

And somehow that feels like the highest compliment you ever got from someone.

The flask he takes out from the inner pocket of his suit jacket doesn't surprise you at all.

He uncaps the flask and holds it out at you, "ladies first!"

You might have unconsciously stared at the tattoos inked the back of his hand and fingers, quickly snapping yourself out of your daze.

You take a quick sniff and recognize it right away, a strong liquor that is exactly what you need at the moment. You take the flask from him and confidently take a small sip.

The alcohol burns down your throat as you swallow it and you wince at the bitter aftertaste.

"Bourbon?"

He smirks as he takes the flask from you and also takes a sip. As he tips his head upward, you can see tattoos peeking from the collar of his shirt, black against his honey skin tone.

"You're running out of paper to doodle on?" You playfully say as you fan yourself as your eyes get watery from drinking such strong liquor.

"Yeah, I doodled all over my body now," he playfully says back and hands you the flask.

All over his body? That gets your head drifting in the direction you're not supposed to be going.

You take a big gulp of bourbon and let out a breath after swallowing it down, it helps to diminish the aftertaste.

"If you're not the president then what are you?" He slumps a little on his seat with his legs spread, exposing the checkered socks he's wearing.

"I'm a lawyer," you reply.

He nods as he thinks of a response to your answer, "hot!"

You burst out laughing, not expecting to hear a comment like that about your profession.

"Hot?"

He turns his head at you while still nodding, "fight for justice in black suits, hot!"

Again, he gives only the best kind of compliments and ones that you didn't know you needed to hear from someone. What surprises you is it's coming from him!

He was this kid who used to sleep in class and if not sleeping, he sat in the back of the class doodling on his notebook.

The two of you got close in the last year of high school for an unfortunate reason. Minho failed most of his classes and you helped him study to earn enough credits to graduate.

Now that you got reminded of it, you're glad to know that he changed for the better but is still someone who's unapologetically himself.

"How about you?"

"I own a tattoo parlor in the city," he casually says as if he's not saying that he owns a business and it's not a big deal.

He takes something else from his suit jacket, a wallet then pulls out a card.

"Oh wow, you even have a business card!" You beam in awe.

That just made it official that he's the coolest person in this reunion.

"Let me know if you want to get inked or just want to hang out," he nonchalantly says.

"Sure, would love that!"

You take the business card your law firm provided for you and give it to him, "just in case you need legal support, I'd be ready!"

He takes the business card and studies it like it's a fascinating object.

"Side note: I charge more on someone I am well acquainted with," you joke.

He slips it into a compartment in his leather wallet and puts it back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, "I hope we get to be more than just acquaintances then."

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pastelracha · 2 years ago

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SKZ reacting the your nipple piercing

☾ Title : SKZ reacting to your nipple piercing

☾ REBLOG/FEED BACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME

☾ Pairing: skz hyungline x fem!reader

☾ Genre: MINORS DNI , smut, established relationship.

☾ Prompt: request : skz reacting to their s/o having their nipple pierced? (i love your writing btw)

☾ A/N: this is one is for all my pierced babies (including myself), I've been dying to write this one for so looong, and I think I went a little too horny for some of them, don’t forget to give me your feed back guys, and please interact with the reactions/ scenarios I post thanks xox

☾ Word Count: ~1.2K

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BANG CHAN

Chan never thought about nipple piercing before, it wasn’t in his mind but since the day he saw the shade of the two little balls on each side of your nipple under one of his shirt, it activated the switch in his mind.

It was now one of his biggest turn on, on you. One of his now favorite features of yours. He is almost thinking about getting a matching one, cause it make you so sensitive whenever he is teasing that one nipple and damn he is so weak for the cold metal hitting his warm tongue.

Chan is a simple man loving everything of his s/o. But drunk chan reacted differently to this jewelry sharing with the rest of 3racha that, that one little thing adoring your breast was the best thing in his sexual life ( a bit much here mister! ) how you reacted every time he plays with it.

So now on every simple time he let you ride him, he is having that one nipple in his mouth, it almost creating a lactation kink deep down his mind.

LEE MINHO

When the idea finally made its way in your mind, minho was neither against or for, he didn’t really think much. But after you finally did it, he find himself lost on his private navigation looking for the benefit of the said piercing, what was the most pleasurable thing to do with it. And soon he find that ice, was a thing for you, the cold cube erecting your nipple and making the slivers balls getting so shiny under the light .. minho was a gone man, about the nuts in seconds just at the sight.

Teasing the small piercing with his tongue and almost wishing for your second nipple to have the same little ornament.

It soon became a new way of trying new stuffs to trying to get you cum only by playing with your breast and minho finally discovered he was a breast man thanks to you.

SEO CHANGBIN

Since chan told him about that damn piercing, Changbin couldn’t think about any other things. He became obsessed with your breast imagining a small metal bar going through your sensitive skin here. So when you got the said piercing while he was on tour, and send that one photo. Your breast covered in an almost transparent bralette, he came in his pants like a teenager receiving his first nude.

But the worst thing was when you told him he couldn’t play with it until it was healed. He just couldn’t wait, to try many things already planning it in his notes.

So everyday he would received a update photo of the jewelry hiding under your best choice of bralette making him wishing these 2 weeks could go faster. and when he finally had the piercing right under his nose, he looked at it like a kid in a toy store, eyes full of stars and a bit of drool on the side of his lower lip.

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin being the artist he is, the first time he saw that piece of art on your breast his mind ran so fast, many ideas fusing in his brain, to body paint, picture on his old camera and painting your body on many blank canvas. He did it all.

But he favorite was that one edible body paint he find on amazon. He would send a long time to paint on your breast just to take a photo and after running his tongue and teeth on your skin.

Hwang Hyunjin was gone on the second your custom piercing was hitting his tongue, groaning so loud and grabbing your hips like a wild animal.

He would draw customs piercing for you and ordering it as presents, getting you a huge collection of ornament for your breast.

HAN JISUNG

Jisung loved feeling the cold bit caressing his chest whenever he was taking you, almost laying on you for his own pleasure feeling the small cold balls teasing his hot nipple, but he also loved taking you early morning being the big spoon, one hand under your neck and the second one holding your pierced breast feeling his ‘favorite friend’ aka your piercing. The fact it didn’t really made you more sensitive or else it was Jisung favorite thing to touch during your sessions. It became his guilty pleasure.

He couldn’t help but his eyes taking place on your breast every time your were with him. Almost feeling like the most pervert boyfriend on the planet. So the day you came back with a second piercing on the other breast Jisung though he directly went to heaven when he saw it. ‘Forget what they says about diamonds being girls bff, your pierced nipple are my cock bff’ a true Jisung’s style. LEE FELIX

That one time Felix what explaining something to you and accidentally touched your braless breast on a Sunday afternoon, he looked so confused ‘what was this hard thing on your nipple?’ You simply laughed telling him you went your friend get a piercing cause why not?

Felix was so fascinated by the small piece of jewelry on your skin it was kind go funny seeing him looking at it trying to think what he wanted to do with it at the moment.

Tugging it, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, but surely his favorite thing was tugging it whenever he cuffed you to the bed watching you, getting frustrate with him cause he was the biggest tease ever.

And one day decided to pinched your naked nipple asking you if it hurt and taking pleasure just by hearing moan. In conclusion lee Felix is kind a sadistic since you got this piercing.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Since he got his braces off Seungmin was the most happy and horny man on the face of the earth, He could finally pleasure your fine breast, a promised you made to him when he knew and had his appointment to get rid of his braces, a nipple piercing.

When he finish getting his braces off the first thing he did was calling you, telling you to wait for him on your bed and ready for him to play for a long time.

He spend at least 30 minutes just sucking, tugging and licking your nipple as if it was the finest ice cream. Getting you off with just his tongue and fingers, on your sensitive skin and his second hand deep in your panties, looking at you softly as if he was the softest lover on the earth. YANG JEONGIN

Jeongin was obsessed we can say at least, he never thought of this piercing but seeing it proudly sitting on your breast he was insane.

‘Look at my baby being a big bad bitch with her new jewl feeling bad darling ?’ He made him running his dirty mouth, he took pleasure in hitting your breast until you moan him to stop, but moaning so loud at the same time, grinning your hips on his, craving a little friction where you needing him the most. He was a little tease its his favorite thing to do, tease you until you can’t take it anymore. And when he was happy watching you being a crying mess he would finally penetrated you and taking you nipple in his mouth, rewarding his good girl.

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