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leeknowsnot · 7 months

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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.

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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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hanjisung-enjoyer · 5 months

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hard thoughts; lmh

tags: dom!minho, afab!reader, fingering, hickies, smacking, ruined orgasms, reader is sort of a brat, use of “slut/whore”, not proofread just bored and horny

imagining lee minho fucking you in some alleyway behind a club after you tested his patience and flirted with the bartender.

“m-min- we’re gonna get caught!” you whispered frantically between minho’s lips. you could hardly call what the two of you were doing kissing; it was more like an attack, his teeth occasionally pulling at your bottom lip and his tongue down your throat.

he pulled away momentarily before harshly groping your ass cheeks that were barely hidden by your short dress and taunting him all night. “i don’t give a fuck,” he growled out. “i hope your little playmate finds us. he’ll see me fucking you better than he could ever try to.” minho used your hips to press you forcefully against his hard-on.

you rolled your eyes. “he’s not my playmate. i was just being nice to him,” you scoffed. minho glared daggers into your challenging gaze before he suddenly bent down to nip at your neck, a yelp escaping your lips. “o-ow!”

“then let me leave something to show off for the next time you wanna be ‘nice’,” he muttered, sucking a dark bruise into your skin. you couldn’t hold back the borderline pained moans caused by his marking, which only encouraged him to continue. his hands hiked up your dress, displaying your thin panties to anyone who might be passing by. without breaking away from your neck, two fingers slid underneath the fabric. minho rubbed your clit painfully slow, a harsh contrast to the way he was attacking your flesh. he only pulled away when the whole crevice between your jaw and your collar bones were painted a deep purple.

you didn’t even get the chance to complain about how much makeup you’d have to use to cover your neck before he turned you around and pressed your front against a wall. he landed a hard smack on your ass that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “i don’t wanna hear another word from you unless you’re begging, got it?” minho grunted into your ear, grinding his hardness against your clothed pussy. you whined in response, which wasn’t good enough for him. he smacked you again. “i asked you a question.”

“y-yes, got it,” you whimpered, yelping when minho swiftly ripped your panties down your thighs. his fingers slid into your hole that was definitely leaking your wetness, fucking your juices back into you. you moaned out as he thrusted two fingers in and out of you, hooking and splitting them in a rhythm he knew you loved.

“that good?” he hummed, his lips suddenly against the back of your neck. “you know, i don’t even think you know this pussy as well as i do. i don’t think you can cum without me, but here you are, flirting with every cock you see. such a slut.” his pace sped up, his other hand trailing down your front to find your clit.

“were you just trying to make me jealous? you knew this was gonna happen, yeah? you knew if you riled me up enough you’d be getting filled in the back of the club. this is dirty. you’re fucking dirty. dirty fucking whore,” minho spat out as your pussy throbbed around his digits, his words pulling you towards your orgasm. you were reduced to a moaning, blabbering mess in front of him: your cheek pressed up against some wall behind a building, practically naked for anyone’s eyes to see as he absolutely ruined you without stripping off even a piece of his clothing yet. he was right, this was dirty. but you loved every second of it.

“are you gonna cum?” he questioned, knowing very well the answer. you nodded meekly, feeling the pressure in your abdomen at its tightest. “you’re gonna cum? that’s funny,” he laughed out loud before immediately retracting his fingers right as you came, your hole clenching around absolutely nothing as you cried out.

“n-no, no no,” you whined, trying to press back against him in search for something to help you ride out your ruined orgasm. minho’s body swerved away from you, and you could feel his dark eyes just watching you cry out in frustration with an evil grin on his lips. you slid down to your knees, legs too shaken to hold yourself up. you turned around to face minho, your face scrunched up in irritation with tears pricking the corners your eyes. “w-why would you do that??”

“you’re lucky you even got to cum at all,” he barked out. he crouched down, grabbing your chin. he rested his forehead on yours, never once breaking eye contact with an unreadable gaze. “listen to me: we’re going home and you’re gonna make me cum until i tell you we’re done. then maybe i’ll think about letting you cum on my cock, but you’re not getting shit when you act like a stupid whore.”

he dropped your face suddenly, giving you whiplash. he waited for you to nod in understanding before he pressed a small kiss to your temple, momentarily breaking his dominant facade. he stood up and turned away from you, leaving you to collect yourself and sloppily chase after him as he walked towards your car.

as much as you needed a shower, sleep, and to get out of that tight dress, you knew you weren’t gonna get much of anything you wanted when you got home. it was okay though; you knew what you were getting into from the second you returned that bartender’s flirty smile.

a/n: beyond grateful for the likes and feedback on my last two drabbles<33 just felt like putting something short out for u guys, thank u for reading!!:)

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lilykatelyn-blog · 7 months

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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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lix-ables · 9 months

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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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httpseiki · 8 months

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minho brainrot

✧──tonight's topic: him + pet play─✧

note: this is def very rushed and I do have better stories, but lately I have a thing for minho treating you softly :(.

tw: fem!reader x dom!minho, crazy amount of pet play, pet names, oral(m), hair pulling, slight breath play, degradation, a little praise if you squint, cum play, unprotected piv, mentions of sub space.

first, I'm gonna start by stating this - as his s/o, he's not gonna address you with any other nicknames other than kitty/kitten.ok.

now that I've said that, picture minho holding your face in his hands while you're on your knees between his legs. his thumb would stroke your cheek before pushing it inside your mouth. oh, give him that innocent look while you suck his finger, he'll go craaazyy.

when you finally get his cock between your lips, minho can't help but tangle his hands in your hair, controlling the pace you're going for by pulling at your locks. he doesn't really care you can't breathe quite well. push at him all you want, he's only going to go harder. "yeah, just like that, kitty." "such a good girl, letting me use you as I want" is what he would say as he destroys your throat. "shush or you won't be getting your treat, y'hear me?"

oh, and he definitely cums in your mouth afterwards and expects you to not waste a single drop of his cum!!! don't swallow it either. "open up, let me see how well you took me, kitty." "yeah? you like my cum on your tongue?" minho coos at you, scratching your chin and kissing your forehead.

he definitely has a pet play kink. so I have this feeling that he would buy those cute cat ears that move when they sense your emotions, or just some plain headband with bells attached to it. "why, you're shy? is that why your ears plopped?" "this isn't the kitten from earlier who rubbed her pretty ass on me in front of everyone, where did all the courage go??"

maybe he'll buy a pretty choker with a leash. you'll be on all fours, minho fucking you senseless, splitting you in half, when he pulls the leash and makes your back meet his chest, head falling into his shoulder. "you're so tight, kitty, do I not fuck you enough" then, there's two options:

one:

"no? I don't fuck you enough?! my kitty is so needy she needs to get fucked every second of her life, yeah?"

two.

"I do fuck you enough? well, it's not showing, you're still so tight, maybe I should fuck you harder."

and either way, you wouldn't complain because you do love the feeling of his dick ramming raw inside you.

if you fall into sub space and can't even spill out comprehendable words, minho will chuckle softly at you, responding the same way he does to his cats. "mmm, I know, cutie." "hmph, does my kitty need some water? want something to snack, hmm??" "it's okay it's okay, I'm here," he says, stroking your hair gently.

back to my masterlist!

thank you for reading!! ☕☕

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tyongf-nct · 3 months

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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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linos-kitten · 7 months

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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.

(CREDITS TO THE OWNER FOR THESE PHOTOS, THIS WAS ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE MY DAY GOOD, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME GO ON ALL FOURS BARKING)

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corruption-skz · 1 year

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STUCK WITH YOU

Lee Minho x Female reader

→ Requested: No

→ Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Dom/Sub dynamics, nipple play, fingering (f), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, teasing, kiiiiinda fluffy.

A/N: OOF it's been soooo long so idk how this is going to turn out or if you guys are going to like it but this scenario has been in my mind forever because I'M A SUCKER FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH MINHO. Anyways I'm glad to be back

You stood there in awkward silence, staring at the walls blankly as you heard the rain hitting the rooftop violently.

The situation itself was awkward, you in the same room with the person you disliked the most from the friend group stuck together in his house.

You knew Minho and you were forced to hang out with him because, well, many friends of yours were friends with him too as well but nothing had prepared you for what would happen tonight.

The plan was that all of you would hang out at his place and you happened to be the first to arrive but unfortunately the storm striked before anyone else could arrive as well, and the worst part? You couldn't leave either.

It was already past midnight and you were sitting in the chair, your eyes already closing as you were feeling a bit too tired but you wouldn't give up already. You were determined to wait until the storm passes so you can go home.

"It's gonna go for hours you know, there is no need to be that stubborn just spend the night here!" Your thoughts were interrupted by Minho.

"Don't-" your sentence was cut off as you looked at his way only to see his wet form wrapped in a bathrobe "don't tell me what to do! I'll wait"

You couldn't help but admit that he was too damn sexy looking like that and it scandalised you a bit the fact that you would spend the night together, thinking were would that lead to.

"You know what? I'll just go!" You announced and Minho couldn't hold his laugh back already knowing how that would end.

You stepped out of his house only to ring the doorbell a few seconds later completely drenched and shaking since you were dressed too lightly.

He opened the door letting you back in sighing.

"I should have left you outside" he said turning around taking a look at you.

He licked his lower lip as he stared the way your wet clothes were stuck on your skin, the fact that you had no bra on gave him a boner as it was pretty hard for him not to see your popping nipples.

He threw a towel at you and an oversized t-shirt of his walking away quickly.

He laid back on his bed as you were in the bathroom closing his eyes imagining what it would feel like to run his lips on every inch of your body, what your moans sound like and most importantly, how majestic it would feel to be inside you.

He always had feelings for you and he has thought about you in that way countless times, not to even mention touching himself.

Honestly, you both had feelings for eachother you were just very selfish to admit so it was always coming out in hate or disgust as a defence mechanism.

You walked out of the bathroom and Minho was already dressed in his t-shirt and grey sweats as you were wearing the piece of clothing he gave you earlier.

You walked to the bed laying down next to him as far as possible turning your back and grabbing your phone.

"Wow" he chuckled sarcastically "that's a progress! The queen laying down next to me?"

"Tsk, shut the fuck up!" You mumbled

"That's not a very nice way to talk to someone who lets you stay over instead of letting you out in the rain" he kept saying sarcastically

"Well trust me if I had any other choice I wouldn't be here" you replied in the same tone as him.

As you finished your sentence a loud thunder was heard from outside making you scream and immediately toss your phone, covering your ears with both of your hands.

Minho's expression changed from mocking you to serious in a heartbeat.

"Hey, hey are you scared?" He came closer to you slowly.

Another loud thunder hit and before you could flinch Minho had his arms wrapped around you trying to find a way to protect you and make you feel safe.

Sure he might have been acting the way he did but seeing you scared made him sick.

"Shh! It's okay, I'm here" he said still holding you tightly.

His hug felt so safe, you felt warm as your muscles started relaxing and when the next thunder came you didn't even flinch feeling secure in his arms.

You really wished that moment would last forever, being in Minho's arms and feeling so vulnerable without having to pretend that he disgusts you, you were so sick of all these games.

Your body started reacting before your mind could and your hands got wrapped around him tightly.

You looked up at him as he cupped your face.

"You are so pretty" he whispered quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

"T-thank you" you said surprised, not expecting the compliment.

Your face started getting closer to him, but it wasn't something you had control over, it was like he was a magnet pulling you.

Both of you closed your eyes as your lips touched gently kissing eachother softly.

You pulled away to look at eachother both of you smiling and before either of you could form a sentence, you leaned in again for another kiss.

This kiss was not gentle though, it was sloppy and aggressive, it felt like it was holding all of this hate and all of this anger both of you had for so long.

Minho grabbed your wrists and pinned you down on the bed getting on top of you.

"Why did you have to make me wait so long?" He said as he started leaving wet kisses all over your neck making you close your eyes and moan softly.

"Don't stop" you moaned as you tilted your neck to the side trying to give him more access.

He smirked as he started sucking your neck biting it and pulling on your skin gently with his teeth.

You hissed and started grinding against his thigh. You were desperate, you have been waiting this moment for so long and now you just can't hold yourself back.

His hands found the hem of your shirt pulling it slowly off of you staring down at your bare chest in awe.

"Holy shit" he whispered as he leaned closer leaving kisses all around your breasts before he started sucking on your left nipple.

You arched your back whimpering as his tongue was touching the sensitive spot, feeling your panties getting wetter by his every movement.

"Take it o-off" you said between whimpers pulling on his shirt.

Minho smiled and with no hesitation he got rid of his shirt, returning to his previous reactions right after.

His two middle fingers started teasing your clit, rubbing circles on it slowly and sensually as his face was close to yours.

"You have no idea how many times I thought of touching you like that" he whispered against your lips as he started picking up his pace "making you moan" he whispered in your ear going even faster now "making you cum".

"F-fuck me" you said in a shaky voice "p-please fuck me!"

He enjoyed this so much. The girl who would pretend to be disgusted by his presence was now begging him to fuck her.

"Hmm" he pretended to be thinking as he pulled your panties to the side pushing his middle finger inside you "patience kitten".

Your eyes rolled back as you felt his finger pumping in and out of you but still feeling as if it was not enough.

"Your pussy is sucking in my finger so well kitten" he kissed your lips feeling you clenching the moment he praised you.

"My kitten likes this? She likes hearing how good she is for me?" He chuckled adding a second finger picking up his pace.

Your body started shaking nodding repeatedly holding onto his shoulders tightly.

"Will you be a good girl and cum on my fingers?"

Before you even had time to reply your stomach tightened and you let go all over his fingers with your thighs still shaking.

Minho smiled pulling his fingers out and rubbing your thighs soothingly.

"Shh... It's okay princess, you did so good for me" he said before getting up to pull down his sweats and leaning down to your face.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard kitten" he whispered against your lips taking off your panties slowly.

Your legs started shaking again in anticipation as Minho started lowering his boxers revealing his already hard dick.

He spread your legs with his hands pulling you closer to him by your hips.

He started teasing your clit with his tip before pushing half of it inside you.

In your despair you grinder against it trying to take in more, but Minho's hands stopped you holding you down.

"I don't like it when kitten is impatient." He said sternly and you whined, making him slap your clit with his tip.

Minho repeated his previous action, teasing your clit slightly before pushing half of his tip in but this time he didn't pull out.

He stayed still trying to see your reaction and if you would grind or move again, chuckling a little as he felt your pussy already clenching.

"Uhm... Can you please move?" You said looking up at him catching him by surprise.

"Aw, since you asked so nicely" Minho said slamming himself all the way inside you starting to thrust in a fast pace already giving you no time to realise what's going on.

"W-wha—... M-minho!" You started leaving high pitched moans gripping the sheets trying to get used.

As much as it was shocking, you loved the feeling of sudden pleasure and the subtle pain his dick was causing you from the sudden stretch.

Minho slowed down now thrusting in a slow pace letting you feel all of his length sliding through your walls as both of you moaned.

"Your pussy feels so good angel" he moaned against your lips "So good" he said giving you one hard thrust before staying still inside you.

You hid yourself on his neck leaving kisses all over it feeling him thrust again.

He pulled away a little just to stare down at you and admire your beauty once again wrapping his hand around your neck picking up his pace.

Both of your moans filled the room as you felt your orgasms approaching.

The overwhelming feeling of your tight walls being wrapped around him made it pretty hard for Minho to hold himself back.

"A-angel" he let out a loud whimper as he spilled his cum inside you.

Feeling him cumming inside you pushed you off the edge as well making you orgasm and cum around his cock.

Minho slowed down his pace before pulling out and laying beside you.

You were staring at the ceiling trying to process all of the events that had happened the past few hours until you felt your body being covered.

"It's pretty cold" Minho said wrapping your body with the blanket and you smiled at him.

"Do you know how many thunders hit the past hour and you didn't even notice?" Minho chuckled.

"Well... I was distracted" you laughed playfully as he laid beside you.

"Oh then I guess I should be distracting you more often in case there's a thunderstorm coming" he smiled cupping your face.

You both sared at eachother's eyes deeply and suddenly it felt as if there was no past... You couldn't remember being mean to him or maybe you didn't want to, why would you ever do that?

"Stop" Minho said as if he was able to read your mind "I'm as guilty as you are"

You shook your head repeatedly feeling bad for bringing it up and making him feel like that.

"No! We were both starting stupid fights!" You exclaimed.

"Let's have an agreement, we will forget about everything that has happened in the past" he pecked your lips making you rest your head on his chest.

You simply nodded wrapping yourself around him feeling his warmth as he started caressing your hair making you fall asleep in his arms.

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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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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wonuvs · 3 months

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hello! what if I...request pec grinding with minho...grinding on the bare skin of minhotiddies...leaving slick all over them...then minho shoving you down to grind on his thighs while he makes you lick up the mess on his chest...👀 (only if ur comfortable with it and want to write it!! thank u n have a great day 🥰)

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: minho x afab!reader + abs grinding, thigh grinding, cum consumption, lots of praise, some degradation sprinkled in. note: no bcs i literally have a whole folder dedicated to the minho tiddies. im such a slut for men with big, muscular chests (pls minho just one chance pls pls pls)

your boyfriend's hands are on your waist guiding you, squeezing your soft skin while you randomly clench over the pec you're riding.

your mouth is agape, letting out strangled moans as you desperately grind your drooling pussy on minho's perfect pecs. and though your thighs are burning, quivering in fatigue, you do not care. it feels too good for you to even think about stopping.

your nth high builds rapidly as you pick up your pace, aided by minho and his ruined chest making your movements easier. your hips stammer over his pecs, and he drools at the sight of your pussy gushing above him, at your highkey porographic moans.

“fuck baby, so fucking messy.” he moans, and you pant when you open your previously squeezed shut eyes, whimper when you see the absolute mess you are making all over his chest.

that only turns you on even more, and that familiar knot is about to snap when you lock eyes with minho's dark ones. he watches as your mouth hangs open, your eyebrows furrowing in an attempt to speak coherently. “sh-shit... s-sorry I-I--”

you explode mid-sentence, shuddering and sobbing above him, slickening his face and neck and pecs again with your juices. he groans, flexing his chest mucles over and over again.

in a delirious chant of his name, you barely notice him helping you ride out your high, or making you sit on his thigh, until you feel his cock poking at the skin of your leg. “m-min?” you moan when your sensitive pussy makes contact with his gym shorts, and you wiggle in his hold at the overstimulation.

he hugs you close to his torso and your blurry eyes look into his, before trailing down to his slick-covered chest. you lick your lips at the sight, and you unconciously start to move on his thigh. “now clean up your mess, gorgeous-”

#skz smut #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #minho smut #lee know smut #skz lee know smut #anonymous #kpop smut #lee minho smut #lee minho hard thoughts #lee minho hard hours

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baby-yongbok · 6 months

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That new photoshoot of Minho's arms and sides showing...

Clothes? Yeeted somewhere that can't be found!

Bra? What's that!

Panties? Torn!

I want to cover him in do many bite marks! I wanna overstimulat his pretty dick to the point he cries!

I don't even know if I need him to dominate me more I want to dominate him...

Help!

Yes, yes and more Yes, Minho's God of Love Gucci shoot for W Korea has been burning a hole in my brain ever since the first pictures dropped. I've been sitting on this request but since I'm seeing some more of his W Korea content I felt inspired. ❤️

God Of Love

Genre: Smut Word Count: 616 ✨️Masterlist✨️

He was chosen to portray the God of love for a reason. Minho makes you feel outside of yourself in the most intoxicating way possible. He knew the second that you saw the photo proofs that you'd want him. Want to dominate him, submit to him, fuck him. He knew.

As soon as you sat on his lap when he got home, the photos from the shoot still open on your laptop because you just couldn't look away, he knew he had you exactly where he hoped to get you.

He doesn't care how expensive your panties are or that they're your favorite. They're in his hand, torn at the sides and thrown across the room in an instant. The clasps to your bra are bent and broken after he's ripped it off of you. He's feeling powerful, hungry, Godly.

Your moans as you grind against him are driving him wild as he growls for you under his breath, he's desperate to feel you. He has to feel you, so he does. He slips right into you with his pants around his ankles. Fucking up into you as you bite at the delicate skin of his neck, leaving red and purple marks that he'll have to cover later. He comes quicker than he'd like but you are far from done. Now you're hungry, desperate, insatiable. His Goddess.

You grind into him as he claws at your hips, both begging for more and less. It hurts so good, he feels so much yet he wants so much more. It's his turn to moan your name. It's his turn to be putty in your hands as you work your wet cunt up and down his length. Your orgasm washes over you in a burst of delicious heat but you're just getting started.

He picks you up, carrying you to the nearest wall and pressing your back against it. Your cunt stays wrapped around him as he strips himself of his shirt and steps out of his pants leaving him in his sheer nakedness, without missing a beat he begins drilling into you. Pinning your wrists to the wall behind you and keeping you up with his strong thighs. Whimpers fall from the both of you as the overstimulation burns your nerves. You feel like you're on fire together, euphoria sparkles around you as the sound of skin slapping and desperate pornographic moans fill the air.

“Greedy, kitty just needs my cock, huh?” He sneaks sentences in between whimpers and groans. His lips find yours in a hungry passionate kiss, the temperature rises around the two of you as you reach your second climax. You writhe and squirm against the cool wall, Minho moves his grip to your waist to keep you stable as he nears his second orgasm as well.

“Min, oh my god.”

“That's it baby, call out my name like that, let me hear you.”

“Min -”

“Not that one, come on kitty.”

“Fuck fuck fuck, my God you feel so good.”

Minho reaches his climax shortly after your desperate profession. Shooting into you yet again and filling you up to the brim. He can't help but to keep fucking you, too fucked out and dazed to risk leaving you empty. He wanted to feel you. Needed to. He ruts into you just as desperate as he did before, his eyebrows are furrowed and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as he keeps his eyes on yours, gazing into your soul and fucking you on every level that he can. His name falls from your lips like a prayer as he fills you, why would it not? He is the God of Love after all.

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hyukastuffies · 1 year

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bestie i am asking very politely for minho links 👉🏼👈🏼

Since you asked so nicely ❤️😚

MINHO LINKS :))

Minho giving you a much needed fill up ;)

Minho taking you from behind because of your cute socks<3

Minho cumming on you only to push it into you anyway

Minho fucking you while you make your friend cum with a vibrator:0

Netflix and chill with Minho gone right?

Hope you like these ;)

#skz hard hours #dom!leeknow #lee know hard hours #skz lee know smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know links #kpop links #skz links

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seospicybin · 1 year

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ONE BITE.

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Synopsis: There’s nothing more enticing than the forbidden apple and Minho’s forbidden apple takes in the form of you, a girlfriend of his close friend but all he only needs is one bite. But does one bite will ever be enough? (5,8k words)

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

So is your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes closed when you grin, your cute little gasps when you see something that catches your interest, every word that came out of your mouth, and every other part of you that he had yet to discover but he knows for sure he'll admire.

That body and those distinctive charms wrapped in that red dress with the hem swaying along as you slowly dance to the music playing in the room.

You make one ripe-looking apple on a sole tree, so enticing, tempting, and profoundly alluring.

And Minho has been looking at that apple like he knows that one bite of it would be enough to fill his hunger and quench his thirst at once.

The only problem is that the apple tree is in someone's garden but isn't that why forbidden things are more appealing?

The owner of the garden is coming towards him, his best friend, Hyunjin. It's like he knows he's been salivating over his apple, he blocks the view by standing right in front of him.

"You're going home for the weekend, right?" Hyunjin asks, handing Minho a new cup of drink.

Minho leans against the back of the sofa, "yeah," he replies.

"I know you're going the opposite way," Hyunjin pauses to take a sip of his drink, "but can you give my girlfriend a ride home?"

When Minho thinks that he should be refrained from keep looking at Hyunjin's beautiful garden, an opportunity presents itself, an opportunity to take a closer look.

Still, he doesn't want to seem eager on taking the chance, he keeps his cool and takes a small sip of his drink.

"She lives in that apartment building next to the city park, right?" Minho coyly asks.

Hyunjin nods while he's gulping his drink.

"Yeah, alright, it's not that far," Minho adds a shrug to show nonchalance.

"Oh, thank you," Hyunjin emphasizes his gratitude by shaking Minho's hand.

He immediately lets it go and puts his drink away, "I'm going to tell her," he says with a smile.

Minho watches as Hyunjin makes his way to you, surprising you with a back hug and you look over your shoulder with a smile on your face.

Hyunjin softly catches your lips like he was trying to capture that smile with a kiss and keeps it for himself.

He then whispers something into your ear that got you flustered, hiding your face into his neck.

All these times, Minho has witnessed enough things of Hyunjin and you being together, out in the open or even behind the closed door of his bedroom.

Not sure if he envies him but Minho only wants it more because he can't have it.

The party slowly dies down as guests started to leave one by one and leave the mess behind. That's none of his worries, he worries more about the drive home knowing that he'll be giving a ride to Hyunjin's sweet little thing.

Minho goes to his room to take his things but stops as he walks past Hyunjin's room and the door is slightly ajar.

He can't see anything but he does have the sight of you and Hyunjin on the bed together through the reflection in the mirror.

Minho lingers there and watches as Hyunjin pins you under him, his hand going under the hem of your dress and kneading on your flesh.

He holds his breath as he listens to the pretty noises you make against the smooching sounds of your lips locking with Hyunjin, the low giggles, and that breathless gasp you make in between kisses.

"You're so pretty in red," Hyunjin sweetly compliments you with his hand lifting the hem of your dress, exposing the white underwear you're wearing underneath.

Hyunjin's long finger slips under the fabric, teasing you while seductively gazing into your eyes.

"Is it the color or because my tits look amazing in it?" You tease back with a low giggle.

Hyunjin cracks a low laugh, "that too," he responds.

Minho intently watches as Hyunjin pulls the front of your dress down and your breast is spilling out of their confinement.

From what he's seeing, Minho can imagine how soft you would be, which makes him want to bury his head between those mounds.

Fuck, you're rather a juicy one and full of flavors, it suits Minho's taste so well.

Hyunjin doesn't hesitate to take it in his mouth and sucks on it while you're lowly moaning, your hand slips in his hair. From there, he begins making a trail of kisses down your body and ends with him burying his face between your legs, rubbing his nose against your clothed core, and making you softly whine.

Hyunjin draws a sharp breath before returning to kiss your lips again, "fuck, I'm so horny," he sighs with so much frustration.

No shit! Minho's mouth starts to water as well, he's been swallowing his saliva the whole time he's standing there.

"It's getting late. I have to go," you remind him.

Hyunjin groans against your neck like a fussy toddler.

You try to console him by kissing the side of Hyunjin's face, "We'll meet again this weekend."

Hyunjin collapses on the bed next to you and lets out a heavy sigh, "I'm so hard right now," he confesses with a shy laugh.

You turn to face him on the bed that Minho can only see your back in the mirror.

"Let me take care of it for you," you say to him followed by the sound of the zipper being parted open.

Minho takes it that it's his time to stop watching because he has no one to take care of his boner.

Minho has been waiting in the kitchen and drinking Chan's endless supply of cranberry juice in the fridge to sober up.

He didn't drink much but he'll be driving a car, it's better if he balances the alcohol in his body with fruit juice.

Statistically, the two of you should be out of the room already, it doesn't take long to give a hand job and you only need a few more minutes after.

Hyunjin knows Minho doesn't have that much patience, especially when it comes to waiting.

He already drains half of the carton when he decides it is time to interrupt.

He bumps into you and Minho holds you out of reflex, he catches the smell of your perfume, of jasmine and something soft, he can't pinpoint what it is.

"I'm so sorry," you say while laughing.

"No, it's okay," Minho slowly lets you go even though he doesn't want to.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes, I just need to find my bag," you look around the room to find it.

Minho goes to the kitchen where he's been keeping your bag on top of the counter, "here," he announces.

"Thank you," you mutter as you approach him to get it from him.

"Want to drink something?"

"I'll have whatever it is you're having," you answer and grabs the glass Minho is using.

Minho refills the glass and watches as you drink it in one long gulp. Is it necessary to look that good when doing such a mundane thing?

The shape your body takes and that beautiful arch, gosh, you are rather a juicy one.

Hyunjin comes into the scene when it's getting good, he goes to your side and put an arm around you.

"I'm sorry I can't take you home myself," he says to you.

"That's okay," you say back.

Hyunjin kisses you again before leaving and Minho has his back watching it for him this time. He has enough for today.

Hyunjin turns to Minho and says, "Please, take her home safely."

Minho doesn't say anything but smiles at Hyunjin in response. He'll take her home safely but what happens after that, no promises.

Minho has an inkling that you know he's been secretly watching you.

There were a few occasions of you catching him looking at you but you did nothing but slyly smile at him.

That's low-key hot to him, you know he's trouble but you let him get away with it every time.

He doesn't want to presume that there's something but he guesses you want to see how big of a trouble he can make.

If that is so, oh... just so you wait.

"You listen to this band too?"

Minho's mind is miles away from his body and you snap him out of it, "come again?"

"You listen to this band?" You ask again, at the song playing on the car from his phone.

"Yes, I've been listening to them lately," he answers and focuses on the road ahead instead of the glimpse of your exposed thighs.

"I like them a lot," you say and start to sing along to the song.

You're not going to make it any easy for him, mmh? But at the same time, Minho wishes that the ride will never end.

"Why aren't you staying over?" Minho asks.

You stayed over with Hyunjin a few times already and no one will mind if you stay over again, he doesn't know about the other members but Minho personally would like it, a bit too much honestly.

"Hyunjin said he needs to wake up early for something tomorrow," you reply.

Minho knows that Hyunjin has been practicing a lot for something and he's been preparing himself because of how important it is.

However, Hyunjin skipped on the chance to spend a night with you and that's just crazy.

Minho would definitely have his cake and eat it too.

"Thank you for the lift," you say to him while unbuckling the safety belt.

"No worries," Minho helps you taking your bag from the backseat and handing it to you, his hand accidentally brushes yours in the process.

"You're welcomed to visit me anytime," you add with your hand unlocking the car door.

Minho nods but doesn't say anything but his eyes are looking at your lips.

"Drive safely," you say for the last time before stepping out of the car.

Minho once again can only watch as the luscious, gleaming red apple is getting away from him and out of his reach as he drives away.

As he stares at your reflection that has become a red dot in his rearview mirror, he thinks...

"If no one is going to take a bite of it then who will?"

The red dress is a little too tight around the hips that you have to lift it to be able to walk.

After you got out of the elevator, you press the call button on Hyunjin's number to inform him you've safely arrived at your apartment, he doesn't pick up the call even after you unlocked the door.

You try again as you clamp your phone between your ear and shoulder as your hands are busy taking your shoes off.

You give up on calling and go to the kitchen to have a glass of water, deciding to type a text instead.

You reckon he's asleep and you might as well just get on with your night routine of washing up and changing into your night dress.

As you head to your bedroom, your doorbell rings.

Once and twice, you've been standing there and don't know what to do because who would visit you at 2 am?

You brave yourself and open the door to only see the one you didn't expect.

"Minho?"

He sheepishly smiles, "you said I can visit you anytime," he says.

It's not about the invitation but how eagerly he took the invitation that got you rubbing your neck, perplexed.

"Well, yeah, sure," you stammer.

There's no way you're going to keep him standing outside your door, "you want to come in?"

Minho seems to be waiting for you to say that, his face relaxed the moment you let him into your apartment.

Your phone is ringing on the kitchen counter, "it's probably Hyunjin," you say, turning to pick it up.

Minho grabs your hand and stops you from going, "don't pick it up then," he says.

You give him a questioning look then softly chuckle. You gently take your hand away from but he's quick to grab it by your wrist.

You thought he was just joking but you're the only one laughing and the phone stops ringing, "but why?"

"I just want to be with you tonight," he simply answers.

You're getting more confused but somehow you chuckle at his words.

"I know that..." he walks towards you then stops right in front of you, "you know I've been looking at you."

Minho leans into the side of your face his warm breath brushing your cheek and ear.

You keep looking straight ahead because you know exactly what he's talking about. You know he's been secretly ogling over you whenever you're around each other.

Those eyes, you recognize those eyes that are filled with so much want. You bet the fact that you have a boyfriend only adds to the thrill of it.

Minho brings his mouth close to your ear, "now for this—"

"I have a boyfriend, Minho," you slice through his words, hoping those are enough to remind him that he should stop wherever it is he's leading this conversation.

"I'm not going to steal you from my best friend. You don't have to worry about that," he softly speaks with his nose grazing your ear shell.

There's this slight fear inside you that if you turn to look at him, you'd get caught in his spell. You resist the urge and keep looking away from him.

"Just give me one chance..." his words are heavy with wants with a tad of hopelessness in them.

Minho endearingly brushes your hair to the side and holds it there.

"Just one chance, mmh?" He pleads again into your ear with his voice as sweet as honey.

The temptation is there and you're just a nudge away from crumbling down, "I don't know, Minho," you sigh because the last layer of defense you have against him is far too weak.

Just like Hyunjin senses that you needed saving, the phone starts ringing again.

You got startled because of how the phone shattered the silence and the building tension in the room.

You turn to get the phone and Minho stops you again with his hand on your waist.

"Hey, look at me," Minho gently demands.

And foolishly, you obey him and look up at him in which Minho doesn't waste another second to plant his lips on yours.

The kiss is searing, fiery, and hungry. The kiss feels hot and cold at once. The kiss feels so wrong but good, too good. The walls crumbling down and with every kiss, he strips you away from all of your senses.

"Minho..." you breathlessly call his name against his mouth as the last warning call for him.

He cups your jaw with one hand and stares into your eyes, you see no hint of fear in them but a determination to finish what he has just started.

It's your fault for always letting him play with fire instead of putting it off and now you can't do anything but watch as the fire burns.

The phone has stopped ringing and it's better to stay that way.

It's you and him now, no one is there to witness it but no one has to know either.

He can feel that your edges gradually soften the more he kisses you and he knows he should be patient, he just can't.

He wanted to feel your touch, your hands on him so he take them and put them around his neck.

Then he pulls you closer until there's no gap between your bodies and holds you so tight until your body molds into him.

Hyunjin is that lucky bastard who gets to kiss you a thousand times and your lips would taste just as good each time. He gets to hold your body and feels your warmth, drunk in your heavenly smell.

All these envious thoughts drive him mad that he gets even more impatient with every second passing, he hoists you and puts your legs around his waist.

You gasp into his mouth in surprise and at the same time, clutch onto his shoulders as he takes you to your bedroom.

As he gently lay you down on the bed, he takes a moment to admire you up close.

Your eyes, your nose, your lips, then he starts using his hand to tenderly caresses your cheek, feeling them heating against the back of his hand.

The apple is finally in his hand, ripe and luscious, the only thing left to do is pick it right from the tree.

He leans in close but your hand on his chest prevents him from kissing you.

Your eyes are closed and when you open them, he can see the distress in them.

He understands that this is a mistake but this will be the only time, "this will be the first and the last time," he assures you.

You lick your lips and let out a low sigh, "Hyunjin can't know about this," you say.

"He can't, ever!" You say again, a little louder and a whole lot more aggressive.

Minho holds your face to make you look at him and let you know how much he means by his words, "I swear I'll never tell him."

You crumple the front of his shirt in your hand, "swear on your life!" You demand.

Minho holds your hand on his chest, "I swear on my life," he swears. He crashes his mouth with you to kiss your doubts away until both of you fall onto the bed.

With that being said, Minho picks the apple right from the tree.

He watches the thing that mesmerized him, lured him, enticed him, and peels every layer that hides all of those heavenly parts of yours.

He stands there, looking at your body clothed in white undergarments and laying there on the bed for him to see, for his eyes only.

"So gorgeous," he sighs into the quiet of your bedroom.

And fucking Hyunjin gets to see it whenever he wants, he continues in his head.

It's hard looking at such a ripe apple and not getting a taste of it.

So he uses his hands, painting your body with the warmth of his palms, miles, and miles of silky smooth skin for him to explore.

He uses his mouth next, covering every inch of your skin with searing kisses and each kiss is longer than the previous.

Minho has just tasted the exterior of it and he is already intoxicated by it, his head hurts just from imagining what it would taste like when he bites into you.

But Minho needs to make sure of one thing, he might be craving for it but he can suppress it if he needed to.

"I feel like..." he pauses to take your hand and kisses the inside of your hand, "if we go further from here, there'll be no going back," he says.

You nod.

He looks into your eyes, seeking permission from you.

"Can I?"

You slide your hands up from his chest to the collar of his shirt, "we're far from going back," you affirm his permit.

He looks down to see your hands already working his buttons open and he knows for sure now that he has reached the point of no return.

Minho allows himself to peel another layer of you, the last one that separates him from achieving his dreams.

You're beautiful in that beautiful lingerie but even more beautiful without them.

A body that can't be described with words but he knows how through actions.

He kisses, licks, nibbles, and endlessly touches it, making you moan in pleasure and feeling admired.

Gosh, it would take him days, weeks, months to properly admire your body from head to toe that he starts to believe he was born to worship it.

One more trip down south and he gets to taste the delicacy between your legs, of sweet juice, and gets him thirsty just from the sight of it.

Licking his lips and a deep breath later, Minho dives right in without knowing how it would overwhelm him.

His greedy mouth takes more than he could, ignoring your whimpers but at the same time, arching your back for more of it.

You taste even better what he has in mind, juicy and sweet, through and through.

Hyunjin gets to taste it and he can get more if he wants to. Lucky, lucky son of a bitch, he curses in his head.

He opens his mouth wider to taste more of you with his arms curved around your thighs to keep your legs open as his envious thought replays in the back of his mind.

When a loud moan erupts from your mouth that's when Minho snaps himself out of his head.

Not sure about Hyunjin but Minho feels proud that he can make you cum against his mouth, flooding his tongue with your essence.

"So fucking sweet," he murmurs before burying his mouth in your wetness with his nose grazing your clit.

He then crawls over your body and sees you slowly gaining your senses after climaxing.

It's time. He can't wait to take one ultimate bite and have his desire fulfilled.

"Can I do it raw?" He whispers into your ear.

He then plants a tender kiss on your jaw, "I want to feel you whole."

He looks at your face while waiting for your answer, his finger trailing the shape of your jaw.

"Okay," you answer.

And he feels like dying just from the excitement.

With your legs spread open and his cock is evidently hard, his breath is erratic, hot, and heavy. Minho is growing impatient, one strike away from getting out of control.

He feels your hand on him and rubs it up and down his arms, "are you okay?"

You are a sweet little thing, aren't you? You know how to keep him wanting more of that sweetness.

He hovers above you, kissing you while rubbing his swollen cock on your wet slit repeatedly and you open your legs wider for him, presenting yourself to him.

One deep kiss on your mouth and his hands sliding down your sides, stopping right at your waist.

He gives his cock a few pumps to finally align it with your entrance and slowly pushes it in.

Sharp breath escaped through his gritted teeth as he intently watches his cock disappear into you while his brain is working hard to keep his senses intact.

It's overwhelming being inside you, it feels so good he almost lost it right at that second.

You softly whine while reaching for his forearms, gripping them as you squirm on the bed with your eyes closed and your hair spread on the pillow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he keeps cursing under his breath, still can't believe that it's happening but when he feels your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his length, he knows it's real.

And those pretty, breathless noises you make.

He takes your hands and laced them together with his, pinning them next to your head as he lowers his mouth on yours again for a gentle kiss.

"How do you feel so good?" He asks against your lips because this forbidden bite tastes like a delicious sin.

You respond with those low giggles that are cute and sexy at once to him.

Minho's body starts to move without needing his brain to send the green light first, slow and steady.

He buries his head in your neck, planting hot kisses on the column of your throat, and muffles his grunts by pressing his mouth on the skin.

Minho wouldn't waste this one chance selfishly, well, he wanted to but he suppressed that, he wants to make it last as long as he could.

He slows down and back to sitting on the bed, holding you by the waist, lifting it off the bed.

With the firm grip of his hands on each side of you, he starts thrusting into you, deeper and deeper.

He truly enjoys watching his cock going in and out of you, adding his hand to gently circle your clit, these stimulations going at once are enough to make you a moaning mess under him.

When he's getting too comfortable with it, he changes his pace and put one of your legs up, putting it on his shoulder.

This position allows him to launch deeper inside you, he starts slow and adds more speed as he goes.

He turns his head to place small kisses on your ankle while hands rub down your thigh, squeezing on the ample flesh.

Hyunjin gets to have you whenever he wants, life is so fucking unfair! The thought echoes inside his head as his thrusts become harder and a little rougher.

He withdraws when he gets too close to the edge, puts your leg down, and back to kissing you again. He turns his attention to your soft mounds and buries his head in between.

His greedy mouth is back in action by pushing both of your breasts to the middle and taking them in turns, wetting your nipples with his hot, slick tongue.

"Oh my..." you stop yourself from making noises by sucking your fingers.

His body once again starts picking up the pace without him intending to, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Minho is way into it, drowning and immersing himself in it. There's no way he can hold it in any longer.

He takes your mouth and sloppily kisses you, his hands holding the frame of your face, keeping you still as he's chasing his high.

You know he's so close, your hands clinging onto his shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist and crossed at the ankle.

He feels it coming, coming until it's too late.

Fumbling to pull out, he throws your hands aside and quickly pulls out of you to only see his cum leaking out of you.

"Fuck, fuck..." his voice tinted with concern yet he keeps pumping his cock until the last string of cum dropped on your cunt.

Your hand reaches for his hand first and you sit up on the bed, holding his cock in your hand to put it back inside you.

"If I stay inside you, I may—" his words got cut off as you sit on his lap, straddling him on the bed with your arm around his neck.

Before he can continue, you kiss him again and starts to slowly grind on him. He can feel his cock getting hard again although he was just cumming a while ago.

His body can't lie and he knows better that he can't resist you.

Also, if this is the only bite that he'll ever get, then he'll take one big, satisfying bite.

Unbeknownst to him, human is known for their greed.

Everything is alright.

He's still friends with Hyunjin, living in the dorm together with him and you are still his girlfriend, no one knows about that night except, well, you and him.

What you both did is to release the sexual tension it's strictly physical, pure lust. There's nothing more than that.

To prove that, Minho gets himself a girlfriend and he’s taking her to the party tonight. You should be relieved, you should be assured that he’s keeping his words secrecy.

Since he only found Hyunjin, he introduces her to him first and Hyunjin secretly gives him an impressed smirk.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Minho casually asks.

Hyunjin holds his drink in the other hand, "she'll be here soon," he says.

Just like it's timed, you come into the scene looking so effortlessly stunning in a white dress and it only reminds him of the color of your underwear that night.

Hyunjin pulls you by the waist and tilts his head to ask for a kiss which you immediately give without him needing to ask for it.

"I'm sorry. The traffic is just ugh..." you groan and peck Hyunjin's lips again.

"That's okay," Hyunjin responds with a smile.

It's like Minho is involuntarily trapped in your little bubble, he clears his throat and burst it.

Hyunjin's head snaps towards Minho, "and oh yeah, Minho brings someone with him," he quickly adds.

You turn your head at them, first at the girl next to him then at Minho.

"Hi, nice to meet you," you introduce yourself first to the girl.

Minho somehow feels a bit disappointed at how things went incredibly well, not sure what he was expecting though. Maybe an eyebrow raise from you? He honestly has zero ideas but the disappointment is there, gnawing inside him.

"Hope you’re having fun tonight!" You add as you take Hyunjin's hand then get him up from his seat, taking him somewhere.

As the night goes on, Minho has his girlfriend stays by his side but his head is elsewhere and his eyes are quietly watching you from across the room, sitting on the loveseat together with Hyunjin, talking and laughing, your hands laced together.

And he shouldn't care what the two of you are going or doing but a slight fear creeping inside of him.

What if you tell him about that night? What if you decide to come clean? What if you tell him everything and throw him under the bus?

You're the one with a relationship in here which means you have a guilty conscience that squeezed the truth out of you. He can't help but keeps asking himself what if? What if? What if?

A moment later, he finds himself standing there peeking through the door of Hyunjin's bedroom, just like that night. He has taken his bite however he feels exactly the same. Still as tempted and as enticed, but hopefully a bit smarter.

"What's with you today?" Hyunjin asks.

The two of you cuddle on the bed with Hyunjin resting his back against the headboard and you sit next to him, an arm around you with your head resting on his shoulder.

"You're so clingy," he adds with a kiss on the top of your head.

You don't say anything but nuzzle your head further into his neck, "you don't like it?"

Hyunjin chuckles and rubs your back, "of course I like it," he answers.

"You're extra cuddly today," he murmurs along with a kiss on your cheek.

You put your hand across his chest and look up at him, "Keep holding me close like this!" You say, sounding so small that Minho almost couldn't hear it.

Hyunjin playfully tangled his legs around your body and hoists you to lay you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you so tightly, "like that?"

"Exactly like that," you reply while giggling

"Okay."

"Don't let me go," you say.

"I won't," Hyunjin replies, followed by smooching sounds of his kisses on you.

Minho leans in close to the door with eyes closed, hearing the cute little gasps you make in between kisses and after that, he hears you softly say, "I love you."

His heart swells and expands as warm feelings fill it full to the brim, those words are what everyone said, magical.

"I love you too, beautiful," Hyunjin replies.

That's when it hits him that those words aren't for him and his heart takes a plunging crash onto the terrain that is his wishful thinking.

He should be fine, he should be alright and it has always been like that, but it’s different now because that one bite changes everything.

Minho has been sitting in his car, nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while looking up at the window of your apartment.

After driving his new girlfriend home and he finds himself making a right turn to your apartment building. Is it your magnetic field that is way too strong or has he foolishly put himself in there? There's no way to avoid it when it's the desire within him that got him here.

When he found out from Hyunjin that you went home early tonight, Minho can't help but think that the universe is in his favor.

If you're feeling unwell then why the lights are still on? He can't help but think that you're avoiding him by using that as an excuse.

So why don't you let him be the one who nurtures you, waters you, takes care of you, making you the most precious tree in his garden?

He only needs to make it make sense to you, how that one bite grows an addiction in him and he won't give up without trying.

One chance and a little bit of your time, that's all he needs.

He sets a goal in his head and that is to talk to you, to persuade you, he would be on his knees and pleads to you if he had to.

He wants you more than just a bite.

Minho takes a deep breath as he stands right in front of your door, he knows that knocking on your door means he's past the point of no return.

There's nothing to lose, so Minho jumps with both feet in without knowing how deep it goes until he can feel the ground.

Minho knocks on the door and free falls into uncertainty.

Once, twice, there's no answer.

He tries again for the third time and he'll keep doing it until he has this apple in his palm again, this time he won't let go.

He keeps knocking on the door and a moment later, he hears someone unlocking the door from within.

Forbidden or not, he's ready to embrace it all with a smile that slowly rises on his face.

The door swings open wider and wider, but instead of you, he sees Hyunjin.

"Minho?" He asks with a surprised face.

Hyunjin leans his side against the door frame and asks again, "What are you doing here?"

The smile fades from Minho's face as he's looking over Hyunjin's shoulder, and finds you standing there, looking as tantalizing as ever.

His forbidden apple with a secret woven in that sweet smile but somehow that adds to the charm, enticed him all over again.

There's no denying that you'll always be the forbidden apple in his eyes but he forgets that Hyunjin will always be the apple of your eyes.

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