Can We Please Have A Hyunjin And Lee Know Link?

Whoever this anon is i despise you🫶

Is ramdan or whatever an excuse for you to not finish the series bcs a while back you said you’d release it but its not even here

theres a thing called researching love, please understand why i can’t 😭

Why did you guys let me post this you should have booed me off the stage. Oml I'm cringing sm at this...😭

4 Times | Kim Seungmin

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: This is a spin off of my wip that i posted. Seungmin knows it's wrong to jerk off to his best friend's girlfriend, but who's stopping him? Definitely not himself that's for sure.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: nudity, pornography?, public sex, masterbation, unprotected sex, fingering, cheating, multiple orgasms.

𝐀/𝐍: Hey! This took a much different route than i had in my head and it's still not even done but i thought you guys might like this!

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"Haah Jeongin, please" You whimper into his mouth, thighs shaking, not really knowing what you're begging for as his fingers plunge deeper into your needy hole. You were sure your professor had already marked you late, but with your boyfriend knuckles deep inside of you, you could care less.

To make up for this morning Jeongin insisted on dragging you straight to the football team's locker room to make you cum. He sat you on a bench and you slumped into the lockers behind you. "You're so fucking tight around my fingers angel. Does the thrill of getting your hole filled in the locker room turn you on?" He chuckled and thrusted his fingers impossibly deeper into you as you let out a particularly loud moan at his words. "Yes! Please babe I'm gonna cum.. L-let me? Please!" You pleaded as prettily as you could manage. You know your begging worked when Jeongin brought his lips to your clit and curled his fingers inside your messy pussy once more.

"Mhmm cum all over my fingers babe, I wanna taste it" But you were already cumming and your boyfriend didn't slow his ministrations on you until you were squirting on his fingers all over again. Your thighs shook and you gripped Jeongjns wrist as you made a mess of the locker room floor.

"You're way too good at that Jeongin." You whined to him and tangled both of your hands into his messy blonde hair. He hummed out a groan into your pussy and squeezed your thighs, lapping up all the cum remaining in and on you. He stood to give you a messy kiss and to pull your shorts back up along with your soaked panties. "Look at the mess you made, Beautiful. Always so good for me."

You didn't get to bask in the after waves of your orgasm for long though.

"I guess now's a good time to come out and say i heard most of that. Ugly shirt btw y/n." Seungmin laughs and sends a wink your way as he steps out of the shower area, his hair still wet and over his eyes.

Your eyes widen in shock as you realized Seungmin must have been in the showers. And your boyfriend just giggled lightly and shook his head, clearly unphased by any of this.

"Fuck you seungmin." You mutter as you grab Jeongins arm and basically hide your face in his armpit.

"I totally would pretty, but it seems jeongin made a mess out of you already" He motions at the pool of your arousal on the concrete floor and both boys giggle. You were absolutely not sticking around for this.

"Bye Jeongin!" You shout, interrupting them, as you make your way towards the door.

-

As you're walking to class seungmin's words linger in your brain. "Ugly shirt btw y/n." To be honest you were never sure how Seungmin felt about you.

He always made comments about what you were wearing, how much you eat, what you liked to do. Anything he could point out to make a backhanded comment he would. He didn't act like an ass when you were first introduced but he must of had a change of heart you figured.

Even though he acted like this he still openly considered you one of his best friends and you considered him your only friend besides your boyfriend and roomate. Maybe he thought he was funny. But you're sensitive sometimes and it hurts your feelings.

You made a quick pitstop to the restroom to change into a different shirt. Once you slipped another shirt on you did a once over in the mirror and fixed the strand of hair that was sticking up. You left the bathroom dreading your next classes.

They were all with seungmin.

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Maybe you didn't know how seungmin felt about you but seungmin sure as hell did. Of course he did, he's been pinning over you for 6 months now. He knows it's fucked up wanting his best friends girlfriend but he couldn't help it. It was Jeongins fucking fault anyway.

6 months ago Seungmin was in his dorm alone, scrolling through Instagram when he got a notification from Jeongin. He figured he needed help with classwork like the idiot he was but when he opened his text he did not expect to see a video of you. Well, it wasn't just a video of you. It was a mirror video you sent to Jeongin and in this particular video you had only underwear on which you pulled to the side to reveal how soaked you were for your boyfriend while biting on your lip. You then inserted your middle finger into your heat moaning Jeongjn's name so prettily.

Seungmin had never heard moans as pretty as that and never thought he would. Just like you never thought for a second that it would end up being sent to seungmin's phone.

And seungmin didn't expect it to get send to him. He also didn't expect to get rock hard but that's not the point.

Stupid Innie

*Attachment sent*

She's so hot isnt she..

what the fuck is wrong w you does she even know you sent that to me?

Well of course she doesn't know

Dumbass now answer my question..

Yeah i guess she's hot or whatever. Fucking idiot istg.

To be quite honest seungmin wasn't annoyed at all that jeongin sent him that. In fact as soon as he seen a couple seconds of the video he saved it to his phone and stashed it in a private folder. From then on seungmin couldn't stop thinking about you and how it would feel to touch you.

On some late nights like yesterday, when he was alone and needy he would palm himself through his boxers until he was hard enough to take his cock out. He always got so hard watching you play with yourself. He would grip himself tight and stroke slow picking up his pace like he imagined you would, twisting his hand over his red, angry tip.

He would moan your name loud as his head fell back onto his headboard. He was so close. Every stroke of his cock felt so fucking amazing when he watched you. He needed you. Needed to feel that pretty pussy around him. Needed to show you how good you could feel with him under you.

"God" he sighed out along with a big puff of air, his eyes pressed tightly shut. He squeezed the base of his dick right before he was gonna cum, no way are you going to make him finish that fast. Instead he decided to slowy run his palm from his length to his stomach, and finally to his nipples. His own hand felt like fire gently licking his skin. Seungmin gasped, toes curling as he pinched his own nipple, sending another pang of arousal straight to his cock.

He wriggled in his sheets as he fought off the urge to wrap his hand around himself. Now he had his index and ring fingers in his mouth, whining as he was still tweaking his left nipple.

"Fuck y/n I'm so close to cumming please" He bucked his hips into his hand frantically when you moaned Jeongjn's name through the speaker. "S- so fucking hot baby fuck. Fuck!" He mewled out a string of curse words, body shaking as he shot his warm sticky cum all over his hand and stomach. He kept stroking his big cock with both hands for hours after that, edging himself to your video until he was a pathetic, writhing mess on his bed covered in his cum from multiple earth shattering orgasms.

"Mmm you're going to make me cum again, please it hurts, i want it so bad" He mumbles as he milks his last orgasm from his body, almost immediately falling asleep.

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"Hell nah! Fuck your boss you're going to that party!" Your roommate shouts at you while chopping carrots into sticks a bit too aggressively.

"I already told him I would work, Minho. I literally can't go" you sigh in exasperation as you lean onto the counter and top off your wine glass.

"You literally can go and you literally will go. Tell your boss you got sick." Minho continues talking with his hands which causes the knife to swing around in different swiping motions.

"JESUS MINHO PUT THE FUCKING KNIFE DOWN AND ILL GO! OH MY GOD WHY DID I LET YOU HOLD A KNIFE?" At this he slams the knife on the counter to grab your shoulders and hop off the ground like a bunny.

"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!! Wear something tight and slutty!!" he jumps as he talks making his words come out staggered and you chuckle at his drunken stupidity. Eventually you flick his forehead with a loud thwak! and push him away. Minho stumbles back into the fridge and gasps way too loudly. "You little-" Minho opts to chase you all the way to your room instead of finishing his sentence. Luckily your purpled haired roommate was way more tipsy than you from the drinks you shared. He tripped up the stairs giggling to himself as you slammed your bedroom door shut to start looking for something "tight and slutty" to wear.

After half an hour of tearing your closet to shreds you find something that matched Minhos description of what you should wear. Tight? Check. Slutty? (Only for jeongin of course) Check. Something cute underneath for jeongin when he rips the rest of your clothes off later? Absolutely.

Jeongin will love this. You think to yourself. You've given yourself a perfect opportunity to show up looking extra layable to surprise him. Once you finish your makeup and put your shoes on you descend the stairs looking for Minho only to realize he already left.

You glance at your phone for any kind of explanation to see he had already left you a voice message. You let yourself sink down into the living room couch to listen to the voice mail.

"HIII JISUNG CAME TO PICK ME UP" You hear giggling in the background and Minho hissing a not too quiet "SHHHHH" before cracking up in giggles himself. He continues "HAVE THAT SEUNGMO BOY PICK YOU UP. ALSO IM STAYING W JI TONIGHT DONT WAIT UP BUH BYE" more ear-piercing giggling and click.

"Damn that bunny faced bastard " you sighed as you dialed Seungmins number into your phone with sweaty palms. You really did not want to call him or be in the same car as him after how this morning shaked out, but it seems that Minho left you with no choice after begging you to go to the party.

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Seungmin did NOT want to pick you up after things went today. He has been an absolute mess from your shananigans this morning with jeongin. He's already came 3 times thinking about it and when you called him he was in the middle of trying for a 4th.

"Seungmin please please pick me up I'm begging you." You managed to pull your prettiest pleading voice. Seungmin noticed it was much like the one you used while begging jeongin to let you cum. Fuck. He was really struggling not to jerk his cock that was way too heavy in his hand.

"Y/n I- Fuck okay yeah I'll pick you up give me like 20 minutes."

After saying goodbye to you seungmin threw his phone onto his nightstand and grabbed his brown pillow from under his head. He placed the pillow under his length, lying on his tummy and sighed at the contact. As he began rutting his hips into his pillow he thought about your voice begging him to pick you up. Oh how cute and desperate you could sound when you really wanted something. Seungmin's breathing picked up when he thought of all the things he could give you if you asked for it. If you just asked for it.

"Mmmf- fuck!" He gripped the pillow and pressed it hard against himself. He buried his burning red face into the mattress, and imagined fucking you in his car.

Your pussy was so wet around his cock as he pounded you into the backseat. You blush and hide your face in embarrassment but moan load for seungmins cock. "Always so cute for me. Do you act this cute for your boyfriend hm?" He relishes in the way his hands look as he holds your plush thighs in place, your knees close to your head. "No Seungmin i promised only for you. Only cute for you" Your eyes squeeze shut from the intense feeling in your core. "God you're so warm. Make me feel so good y/n." With every rock of his hips the car would jostle back and forth ultimately letting everyone outside of it know how good he was fucking you. But that's if they couldn't already hear it.

He removes one hand from your thigh to give your clit a light smack making your body jerk up in search of more contact. A string of arousal connects his hand to your heat as he brings his fingers to your mouth. He wipes your own wetness aross your plush lips and plunges his fingers in.You moaned loudly and pleaded with Seungmin, fingers still stuffing your mouth. "Seungmin please please cum inside, I'm begging you."

"Shit shit shit Mmmf!" Seungmin rutted his hips roughly into his pillow a few more times before he sat up and shot his cum all over the mattress.

With his breathing still ragged and his body still shaking seungmin stripped his bedsheets and threw them to the side of the room. He can clean them later. Now he had to figure out how in the hell he was gonna last in the car with you after succeeding in cumming 4 times tonight. Why not make it 5 with you?

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I'm really nervous to post this because I'm not a writer. I read:')

SKZ Lee Know Link Masterlist

After shower sex >>

Sucking him off <3

Whiny sex w/him

5 Lee know links!

More to come...

(If links are missing that were there before sadly they do not work anymore, for the Twitter account has been suspended)

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Bang Chan- Blind date

Lee Minho- Teasing Poppy

Seo Changbin- Strength Training

Hwang Hyunjin- The Set Up

Han Jisung- Movie Night

Lee Felix- Forever My Wedding Date

Kim Seungmin- COMING SOON!

Yang Jeongin- Aphrodite's Pain

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seungmin links i beg of you very very very nicely asking <333

Not me teaching y'all manners for porn links 🙈

Seungmin Links (18+)

Seungmin fucking you in a robe.

Riding sub!seungmins face<3

Vacay sex w/ seungmin but make it RISKYY

Rough? Fucking in seungmins messy bedroom

Overstimulation w/ restrained sub!seungmin

Riding seungmin on the dorm couch + cumming in you

Letting seungmin cum in your mouth:0

I went crazy with this one... It has so much cum bc seungmin brain rot 🧍🏿‍♀️

Something about this dynamic makes me go absolutely insane:')

♡ promises with felix

↳ pairing: felix x reader ↳ word count: 2.3k ↳ genre: smut ↳ summary: you shouldn't make promises you can't keep aka felix wants his reward now ↳ warnings: smut [unprotected intercourse, use of a butt plug, mentions of pegging, creampie] ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3

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Don't make promises you can't keep, you tell yourself once more when your phone vibrates, the screen showing yet another text from your boyfriend.

Felix: when am i getting my part of the deal?

You kind of hate this deal you’ve made, mostly because you’ve played yourself like a fool with it. You thought you were being smart when you gave him the butt plug and asked him to wear it tonight when you hung out at his friends’ place.

“What’s in it for me?” Felix mumbled into the kiss, not even protesting about the toy.

“You get to come inside of me,” you offered so confidently. “How does that sound?”

You did it thinking the toy inside of him would make your boyfriend stutter and squirm, which would only turn you both on. But, instead of that happening, you’re the one squirming in your seat, pussy clenching around nothing at the texts Felix is sending you. That’s the thing—you should be the one in control now. In fact, you are the one in control, as per your initial agreement when entering the relationship.

Control is a fickle thing. When you first started having sex, you thought the one who fucks gets to set the tone and steer the whole thing, which was never you. Then, you suddenly realized that was kind of unfair and that you want to exert control, so you sought out guys who enjoyed letting go, who let you do whatever you wanted and make them beg.

That only happened twice before Felix, and he turned it all around for you. You’ve never seen someone be so snarky and in control while getting their ass rammed by a toy—no one but Felix. To him, letting you play with him, letting you finger and peg him, calling him your pretty baby were rewards, not punishments. He saw nothing emasculating about letting you fuck his ass or call him pretty. In fact, he loved it, which is what confused you so much.

You’ve never had a guy talk back to you while you fucked him, never had someone who sounded so in control while keeping their cheeks spread so you can push your strap further into their hole. But that always happened with Felix. You’d fuck him and ask him if it feels good, or something similar to that, even though it was clear he was feeling amazing—his cock would be hard and leaking, body twitching under yours, toes curling as he kept his knees in the air. So, you’d tease him about it, “Ah, you’re so hard... Must like being a slut for me.”

And yet, he’d chuckle and mutter in that low tone of his that got you going, “Feels perfect... Hard enough for you?” he’d look down at your hand wrapped around his leaking cock. “Bet you want to feel it in you while you fuck me, huh? I’m sure you’re so fucking wet I’ll slide right in once you’re done fucking me. I know you want me to fuck you just as hard as you’re doing me right now.”

And poof, any semblance of control would slip through your fingers, Felix leading conversation from then on, praising you for fucking him instead of you praising him for taking it so well.

You’re not sure why you thought tonight would be any different, though. The butt plug was a new thing—you wanted him to wear it in public and maybe squirm a bit. Yet, Felix was making you get wet and act awkward, so much that Jisung asked you if everything was fine.

You started it, though. Earlier, an hour into this hangout, you texted Felix, wanting to check how he was doing:

You: how does that butt plug feel in you, baby?

You thought you were doing something with it, that Felix would look at you with widened eyes and look away in shame, giggling with pink cheeks. To your misfortune, he wasn’t ashamed at all.

Felix: it feels good. not as good as your fingers in me, though

The second you read the text, you had to press your thighs together to alleviate the pressure bubbling between your legs. Fuck, he knew what to say to get you going. 

Getting to massage his prostate while jerking him off or sucking his dick was a favorite of yours, mostly because you got to see Felix fall apart. He always did it so readily too, never trying to spite you or be bratty. No, if you wanted him to beg and even cry, he would. He’d do anything to please, yet he also enjoyed teasing you.

He’s been texting you similar things since then, pausing for five or ten minutes, letting you relax and talk to people before telling you something nasty again, something that would get you going.

Felix: i bet it will feel so fucking good to fuck you with this thing inside me

Felix: i’ll give you such a big load, baby, i promise

Felix: that’s what you want, right? that’s why you promised me i’d get to do it here

After that text, Felix gives you a smirk that makes you clench your jaw and look away. You want him and you are sure people will notice if you keep looking at him like you are ready to devour him.

Felix: you want to feel me in you even after i pull out

Felix: you’re so dirty it’s hot

Felix: when are we doing it

The texts keep coming, and you tell yourself never to make a promise like this again. You rarely let Felix come inside of you, but that’s not the issue here. You’re on birth control, so you’re not afraid of pregnancy. You two are exclusive and clean, so you’re not worried about that either. It’s that you’re at Jisung’s place, surrounded by Felix’s friends, and you can’t just go to one of the rooms and fuck. You thought the idea was kind of hot back home when you made the deal, but now that you’re here, you’re worried someone’s gonna hear Felix fucking you stupid.

Yet, you promised, and he held up his end of the bargain, still is. At one point, your boyfriend walks over to you and sits down, hand wrapped around your shoulder as he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling into it, “Can’t wait to feel you.”

“Can it wait until we get home?” you whisper back, hoping he’ll give up on the deal.

“Baby,” he whines into your ear, nose nudging your cheek, hot breath fanning your face and neck. “I’ve been so hard all this time, my underwear is all wet... Want to come in you so bad. Will you let me, hm? Want to have my cum in you?”

“God, Felix,” you grunt, even though your walls clamp around nothing in desperate need of him.

Twenty minutes later, Felix gets you to give in and go to the bathroom, following quickly behind.

You’re excited to have him but terrified of getting caught, so you mutter at him as soon as he locks the bathroom door, “You have to be quick, though.”

“Oh, I will,” Felix mumbles, the sinister chuckle telling you he’s got something in mind.

Before you know it, he’s turning you around, pushing your hips into the sink as his hands work on your zipper. The next second, your underwear and jeans are pushed down your thighs as Felix’s hand sneaks between your bodies and to your crotch, fingers immediately finding you embarrassingly wet.

“Oh, I knew you were loving it,” Felix grunts, getting his cock out of his jeans with his other hand, but you can’t focus on that, not when he’s running his fingers across your slit, getting you even more worked up. “Can I fuck you?”

“Yes,” you say, knowing it can’t last long, knowing you can’t come this time, knowing there’s no time. If it were up to Felix, he’d eat you out to get a couple of orgasms out of you before he even puts his dick in, but his friends are in the other room, and he’s just getting his reward. “Just... Quick.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I can be quick when I want to,” he says sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance, mouth pressing kisses into your neck. “I wanted to fuck you all night.”

“Does the toy feel good?” you ask him, even though you’re sure he’s ecstatic over it.

“Like I said, great but not as good as you.” With that, Felix pushes his cock into you fully, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The butt plug is applying pressure inside his ass while your walls are clenching around his cock, making him get weak in the knees instantly. “Fuck! Damn, this feels good.”

“What is it, baby, too much already?” you tease, even though you’re not immune to the feeling of his cock in you either, especially when he moves it so nicely, slowly fucking into you, letting you adjust. You're sure the double stimulation feels even better.

“Teasing, are we?” Felix asks with a cocked-up eyebrow and a tinge of playfulness in his voice.

The next second, he’s grabbing your leg and making you place your knee on the sink so he can enter you from a different angle, one that immediately gets you to arch your back into him. It's deep, and you weren't ready for him to start fucking you like this, not in Jisung’s bathroom, so you moan loudly, taken by surprise.

Realizing you forgot where you are makes Felix go even harder. “Yes, that’s right... Let me hear you... Love to hear how good I fuck you.”

“Almost as good as I fuck you,” you tease again, clenching around him on purpose, your hand flying down to play with your clit.

When Felix sees that, he tsks at you, swatting your hand away. “Baby, you have me for that,” he tells you as he spits on his fingers and moves them down to your clit, wet and ready to touch you. His other hand keeps your hip in place, fingers digging into the skin.

“Felix!” The second his glistening fingers make contact with your skin, you moan again, kicking your head back. It’s early in, but you’re already done for, and you want Felix to get you off.

His cock just slides right in and out every time, coated with your juices. You’ve been wet for hours now, imagining how good Felix feels with the toy inside of him, thinking about how much you wanted to finger him and suck him off while he moans and becomes putty in your hands.

It’s funny how he’s in control again, even though he’s the one with a toy in him. “Gonna come for me already?” he asks you as the fluttering of your walls gives you away, eyes staring into his reflection in the mirror, glued to the way his plush lips fall open as he moans into your ear. “My cock makes you feel that good?”

“Perfect,” you mumble, hand placed over his. You’re not helping him touch you—you just want to touch his hand and feel like you have some sort of control still. “Wish I could fuck you too.”

Felix snorts at that and starts moving his hips faster, slamming himself into you, your juices dripping down your inner thighs because of the way he pulls all the way out. It’s too much when paired with his nimble fingers on your clit.

“Be good and come for me now,” Felix hums in your ear gently, his voice in stark contrast with the sharp movements of his hips and hand. “I'll come right after you, and we can go back... You'll fuck me when we get home, I promise.”

“Don't make promises you can't keep,” you grunt, face frowning as your body clenches, orgasm closing in.

“Like you?” Felix quips, smacking your clit, which doesn't do anything to ruin the moment—it only makes you hornier, if possible. By now, Felix's cock makes a wet sound every time it moves in and out, revealing how embarrassingly wet you are because you're fucking him in his friend's bathroom. “You will keep your promise, pretty, won't you?”

When you hum in response, Felix starts rubbing you again, this time applying more pressure. At the same time, he opts for pushing his cock deep inside of you and moving only a couple of inches back before plunging into you again, knowing he hits all the spots that feel good that way.

You notice beads of sweat along his hairline, one dripping down the side of his face, brows scrunched as he focuses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming—”

It's a quick but powerful orgasm, one that makes you grab the sink so you don't fall onto Felix. But, he doesn't stop even though he usually would have. Instead, Felix wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his frame and pumps his cock into you from behind. His thrusts are sharp and fast, grunts getting deeper, low voice struggling when calling your name.

“You're gonna fill it up for me, hm?” you ask sweetly, knowing how much Felix loves coming inside you. “Give it to me.”

“Yes, yes,” he keeps mumbling into the crook of your neck, breath tickling your skin. Unprompted, you reach back and grab his ass, giving it a light squeeze before finding the end of the toy that's sticking out of his hole a bit from all the thrusting he's been doing. “Oh, fuck, fuck! Baby, I, fu—aaah!”

With you pressing the butt plug into his ass, Felix releases inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm walls milking him dry, of you obediently taking his cum even though you're at Jisung’s, even though it will probably keep trickling out of you and onto your underwear, make you sticky and wet, remind you that Felix owns it.

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So cute!!!

Worth it | bc

o.m.g. my first ever actual post! Enjoy and send me any comments pls! My lack of smut experiences should be very clear

NSFW - Minors DNI!!!!

You've been counting down the days until Chan comes home, so imagine your surprise when you wake up to find him tucked in bed next to you.

Bangchan x Female Reader

Fluff & Smut

// Strong language, boyfriend Chan is the best, interchangeable use of 'Chan' and 'Chris' (sorry), explicit sexual content, references to pregnancy, minor breeding kink lol //

The sunlight floats through the half-closed blinds, waking you gently. You try to turn to your side, surprised when a weight presses onto your waist, pulling you slightly.

“Babe, stop moving.” A rough voice grumbles. You finally open your eyes, smiling softly when you spot his dark hair, his face buried in the pillow, and his arm tossed over you.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet!” You whisper, trying not to make your excitement too noticeable. Chris had been in the Philippines for a week, with, as far as you knew, another 3 days left until it was time for him to come home. You’d fallen asleep early last night after a long day at work, crashing fully clothed on the couch at 8pm, but now somehow you’re in your most comfortable set of pyjamas, tucked up in bed.

“When did you get back?” You hear him grumble again at your question, finally shifting himself to face you, his hand moving from your waist to stroke your cheek.

“9 last night. I was so excited to see you! Imagine my disappointment when I walked in to find you fast asleep. You didn’t even wake up when I carried you across the house and changed your clothes. Babe, I even took your makeup off for you!” He has an exasperated look on his face, and you can’t help but laugh at his dismay. Snuggling closer into his chest, you sigh.

“I had a long day. If I knew you were coming back, I would’ve stayed up all night. Don’t blame me!” He pulls you in for a soft, chaste kiss, then goes back to stroking your face.

“I love seeing your face in person. I’m never going away again; I can’t handle more facetime.” He chuckles, his whole body moving. You know that isn’t true, you’re pretty sure he loves being the leader of stray kids more than he loves you, and that doesn’t bother you at all.

“Maybe I’ll just come with you next time. It’s not like I’d miss my job much.” You mutter, not expecting Chris to hear you. Suddenly, he pushes you back slightly, a dazed look on his face.

“You’d do that? You’d quit your job to travel with me?” He breathes. You purse your lips, weighing up your answer.

“Yeah.” You whispered. “I love you. I hate my job. If we had the money, I’d never work again just to be next to you for as long as possible.” You’re still whispering, unsure whether this is the answer he wanted. You’ve been a couple for 5 years, so your relationship isn’t new, but you still can’t be certain, insecurity making you anxious. Finally, you look up to make eye contact with him. His eyes are wide, tears gathering at one corner.

“Baby. Don’t tease me.” His voice is shaky.

“I’m not teasing you. I would. Seriously.” He pulls your face towards him, his previously gentle kisses becoming hotter and harsher, teeth pulling on your bottom lip.

“I love you more than anything in the world.” He sighs into your mouth before grabbing your waist again and pulling you onto his lap, sliding backwards so that his back is against the headboard. You giggle, gripping at his shoulders to keep your balance.

“You’re ridiculous.” You tease. His hands start to slide up the edges of your cami top, cold on your warm skin. You can feel the bulge in his pyjama pants, and you feel yourself giggling again. “Chris, my Darling.” He stops, dark eyes gazing up at you.

“Baby?”

“Does emotional intimacy really turn you on this much?” He rolls his eyes, gripping your skin harder and pulling you in for a wet kiss.

“It does. It really does. You should be intimate with me in every way, including emotionally.” He’s surprisingly serious, looking up through thick lashes, but you know he’s the one teasing now, as he begins to grind his hips. His hands start moving again, the thin piece of silk easily slipping over your head. “Mmmm.” He hums, gently placing his palms over your bare breasts. “I think I missed these the most.” You smack his hands playfully before reaching for his white t-shirt.

“Off please.” He lets go of your tits with a huff, stretching his arms upwards so you can slide the top off, resting your hands on his tight abs.

“I missed these the most.” It’s his turn to smack away your hands from where they’re caressing his muscles, turning you over so you’re lying on your back on the soft bed. The crotch of your shorts has already darkened from your arousal, and Chris notices immediately.

“The evidence doesn’t agree with that statement babygirl. These …” He pulled on the damp fabrice “tell the truth.” It takes him only a second to pull both the shorts and your underwear off at the same time, lifting your knees so that you’re fully exposed. As he slides further down the bed, you jump at a sudden ringing. Your phone, which is plugged in on the side table, is buzzing loudly. You grimace as you reach for it, sitting back up.

“Babe, don’t answer it.” Chan groans.

“It’s work, I have to.” You sigh, answering immediately. “Hello?” Your boss immediately starts ranting at you, begging you to come into the office as soon as possible, despite the fact it’s supposed to be your day off. You look down the bed to where Chris has started placing light kisses on your stomach, moving slowly further and further down.

“Quit. Just quit. We can afford it.” He whispers, making intense eye contact.

“Actually.” You interrupt your boss as he continues to ramble. “I resign. Effective immediately. Family business, you know.” Your boss is finally stunned into silence, right as Chris’ kisses start again, this time on the top of your thighs. “Sorry. Look, I have to go. Call Jae-si if you need any help, she knows what I’ve been working on.” With that, you hang up, and reach down to pull Chris’ face to yours.

“I can’t believe you did it.”

“I told you I would.” You chuckle, placing a light kiss on his nose. “You’d better make sure there’s an extra ticket for your next flight.” He pushes you back roughly, sliding until his nose is right by your clit. You had boyfriends before Chris, but no one could ever make you come from eating you out, you would swear he was magic. Breathing heavily, you grip the sheets. “God” You gasp. He hums.

“That’s not my name baby. Try again.” You roll your eyes. Even in the heat of the moment, he continues to make stupid jokes. You’re thrown over the edge suddenly, before you even realise it’s happening, body almost convulsing with the waves of pleasure.

“You are a god, Chris, I’m not kidding.” He leans over you, bare chest to bare chest, placing damp kisses onto your exposed neck.

“I love you.” He whispers, before sitting up, startled. “Wait, did you buy a new pack of condoms?” Your hand flies to your mouth. No, you haven’t bought a new box since you finished the last one. It had been months since you stopped taking the pill after 8 years on it, hoping that you might feel better off it. Chris purses his lips.

“I mean.” He carries on kissing your jaw. “We could risk it.” You push him up so he’s kneeling.

“If we risk it, you know I could get pregnant, right? Would you be ready for that?” You raise an eyebrow. He smiles, grin stretching all the way to his eyes.

“Fuck yes I’m ready for that.” Giggling with you, he slowly pushes himself into you, both shivering from the sensation. He’s gentle, sweet as he relentlessly places soft kisses on your neck, across your jaw, and over your cheeks. His thrusts speed up, and the kisses stop as he seems to head closer to his orgasm, bringing you along with him.

“Close?” You whimper, and he groans into your neck, nodding fast.

“So close babygirl. You?” You nod back.

“Where do you want me to come?” You lick your lips, making direct eye contact again.

“In me. Just do it.”

“Shit babe, really?” He gasps, and you nod back. Suddenly, you feel a new warmth as Chan’s release paints your insides. “Fuck you’re amazing.” He relaxes, pulling out slowly and lying himself next to you, breathing heavily. Without warning, you sit up, throwing his arm off your naked chest.

“Fuck!” He frowns, confused at your sudden outburst. “I just quit my job!”

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HOST REQUESTED: Lee Minho

«ONE NIGHT AT BACK DOOR COLLECTION MASTERLIST»

HOST PROFILE 🔸Name: Lee Minho 🔸Attracts: Tsundere & snark enjoyers, people who have a thing for thick thighs 🔸Characteristics: Shadow King [Needs revision: Mate, stfu you're my right hand at best. I'll write your description for you -Chris] 🔸Why patrons love him: He never directly shows affection. It makes an entertaining challenge for them to try and induce that. Dancer whore. Head game unrivaled. [@Chris: I work here, you know that right? -Hyun]

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📜5.2K words | Approx. 22-min. read 🖤Lee Know x Reader 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Striptease, Minho's thighs and veiny hands & arms, mouth-to-mouth drinking, praise kink, size kink, forced orgasm, sex toys, anal play (m receiving), vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, cumplay. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

“LEE FUCKING MINHO!!!” 

You barged into the kitchen to find your roommate eating cereal and shoved the results of your stats midterm into his face.

“Look at this shit. Look at it!!!”

Lee Minho. Business major. Dance club president. The worse half of the campus whore duo along with that Christopher dude. Borderline narcissist. Your annoying-ass roommate addicted to working out and keeping his stamina at the maximum. He always walked around the apartment in his damn uniform—his plain, occasionally sleeveless t-shirts to flaunt those bulging veins all over his large hands and pumped arms, and those fucking shorts to expose his thighs and calves at all times. Being an October-born Scorpio, he called himself ‘King of the Fall’, and blamed his extreme homme fatalism as well as his entire insanity on his zodiac sign. 

“You got a C,” Minho quickly examined the paper and handed it back to you, “What do you want? Congrats?”

“Do you know why I got a C?”

“Because you didn’t study?”

“Because I couldn’t study!!!” you slapped his arm with the paper, “How many times am I gonna tell you to take your bimbos someplace else?!”

A good portion of his cardio activities included fucking people with complete disregard for the fact that there was another person living under that roof, or in the two-kilometer radius. Man, was he loud. Every time he brought someone over, you thought this was going to be the time your neighbors would call the cops for suspected murder. He didn’t fuck; he sent these girls to their graves, and they seemed to be thanking him for it.

And you never saw the same one twice.

“If I could, then I would,” he drank the remaining milk straight from the bowl and placed it in the sink, “But I can’t, so I shan’t.”

“THEN FUCKING SOUNDPROOF YOUR ROOM!” you flat out screamed at his face, “What the fuck these bitches see in you, I’ll never know.”

“Do you have eyes? I’m insanely hot.”

“You’re also insanely insufferable.”

“Whatevs, gorgeous. I gotta go to practice,” he grabbed his duffel bag and landed a playful smack on your ass, “Later.” 

The audacity of this motherfucker... Every single time.

It was a steep learning curve getting used to each other, which involved a lot of bitching, but you stuck together all throughout college. To your absolute surprise, Minho was actually capable of being a decent human being towards a select few. Except for his extremely high libido, he was a good roommate with more than acceptable culinary skills, and even a better friend. Despite his very quirky ways, he was there for you whenever you needed someone. To talk to. To vent to. A companion to sit in silence with. A partner in crime to look after the neighborhood cats with. And an absolute enabler.

Over the years, he racked up quite a noteworthy score in the buddy department, earning himself the title of a ride or die. By your graduation, you had partaken in so many wingman activities for him that you were basically known as his pimp. Time couldn’t do much to your bond; even when you went your separate ways, moved houses, took and quit several jobs, met and left people, both of you were always one call away from each other.

Ride or die.

For Valentine’s Day, you made plans with a bunch of friends to go get wasted somewhere on and exchange gifts with each other as ‘Secret Cupids’. Minho had suggested an open reservation for a night at Back Door would make a hilarious but on-point gift for the person you picked, and that night you were there to pick up your ‘official invitation’ from him because, you know, his goddamn secretive speakeasy shenanigans.

“Honey, I’m home!” you chirped walking into the lounge area. You expected the usual commotion to greet you, but you were welcomed by the ghosts of crickets and tumbleweeds instead.

“Whoa, it’s dead quiet. Where is everybody?”

“Auditioning for Cirque du Soleil,” Minho responded from the bar, immediately causing you to deadpan.

“Min…”

“Where the fuck do you think? Entertaining their patrons,” he gestured to the closed door leading towards the suite hall, “You took your sweet time. I was about to head home.”

You had seen Minho in his host attire before. He never wore off the rack. Brand-name suits custom-made for him in blacks, anthracites, and midnight blues, matching shirts inside that always revealed a piece of his honey skin to adorn with delicate necklaces, and a belt that hugged his waist that induced an intense desire to wrap legs around it. 

That night he just had baggy cargo pants on still with a belt, and a black zip-up top still exposing his chest very tastefully. No necklace this time, though.

“You don’t have a patron on V-Day, tiger?” you sat down on one of the stools and clasped your hands on the bar top, “Literally the most lucrative high holiday of your club?”

“I will if you pay me.”

“As if I could ever afford your ridiculously expensive ass,” you stole a handful of almonds from the bowl in front of him and pointed at the invitation, “Chris is gonna kill you after he finds out you gave me this out of your own pocket.”

“If he finds out,” Minho corrected you while drying the stemless glass in his hand with a washcloth, “I may be expensive, but it’s hella worth it. I can just give you the good stuff for free to get you hooked, you know.”

You didn’t need the confirmation because you already knew about the good stuff thanks to that thin wall you shared with him for years. You involuntarily snorted. 

Why bitches love Minho reason #2: All his sass is weirdly sexy.

“Seriously though, why are you the only one free?”

“My patron bailed on me last minute and got back together with her ex,” he placed the glass on a rack, “So I took over lounge bartending duties for tonight.”

“Yeah? What are you gonna do after this?”

“Head home. Hang out with Pudding or whatever.”

“I love that cat to death, but that’s so fucking depressing,” you blurted out and extended a counteroffer, “Why don’t you come hang out with us?”

“No thanks,” Minho replied curtly.

You didn’t really expect him to accept that invitation anyway because, unlike his fast days, Minho’s mingling tolerance dropped way low ever since he started socializing for a living. You examined his expressionless face and changed your plans for the night in your head.

“Tell you what,” you finally swallowed the almonds you’d been munching on, “I’ll be your patron tonight.”

“That’s for paying customers only, gorgeous,” Minho smiled, shaking the red envelope.

“HA! Remember your entire college life you spent as a freeloader in our apartment?” you slammed your fist on the counter, “It’s payback time, gold digger. Pay up.”

“When the fuck are you gonna let that go?”

“Never. Less talking, more serving. Get to work!” you ordered him while texting your friends you weren’t coming.

He was an annoying ass alright, but you couldn’t find it in you to leave him alone while the rest of his crew was having a good time under the disguise of work. You could at least keep him company for the sake of all those times your plans fell through, and he canceled his booty calls to hang out with you instead with the reasoning ‘Don’t feel like it. Their vibes were off anyway.’

Minho filled a highball glass with crushed ice and poured peach vodka all over it. When you made a move to grab the drink, he slapped your hand away.

“Nuh uh. If you’re gonna drink here for free, you’re gonna do it Back Door style.”

“Back Door style?”

He placed his elbows on the counter and leaned into you with that notorious smirk of his plastered to his face.

“Your lips aren’t supposed to touch the glass.”

You leaned into him in return, reflecting the exact shade of his smile back to him, and spoke with a voice as sultry as it came.

“Then I would like a swirly straw, please. Thank you.”

“You think you’re being so cute, aren’t you?” he didn’t budge and dragged the drink towards himself, leaving a moist trace on the bar, “I’m gonna be your glass. Take it or leave it.”

“Sure, and that’s definitely not your attempt to get out of giving me free drinks or anything.”

“I gave you an entire fucking night for free. Why would a bunch of drinks be my concern?”

This wasn’t your first rodeo with Minho’s teasing, but they had always been just words. Brazen declarations not meant to be taken seriously. In all your years together, that was the one line neither of you crossed to protect something valuable to both of you. The potential aftermath was just not worth it.

Yet that night, Minho looked at you with dead serious eyes, seemingly ready to risk it all.

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“Does this look like we’re hosting an open mic night?”

“This will mess up our dynamics really bad, tiger.”

“Maybe I wanna fucking ruin our friendship. Did that ever occur to you?”

Why bitches love Minho reason #3: His bluntness will make your heart throb as well as your clit.

“Fine,” you dared him, trying to assess how far he was willing to go, “Pour up.”

The only sound filling in that lounge area was the soft, quiet instrumentals emitting from the speakers and your heartbeat thumping in your ears. Minho grabbed the glass, took a large sip, and brought his face closer to you. Zero hesitation. In your mind, the second you made a move he was going to burst into laughter or say some shit to embarrass you, so you prepared your metaphorical knife at the ready in self-defense to tell him you weren’t buying it, but you did come closer to him, your eyes fixated on moist lips. More. A little more. A little more.

Then Minho closed the distance between you completely and let the cold liquid travel from his mouth into yours. You felt your entire body get shocked from head to toe.

The frost of the crushed ice versus the warmth of Minho’s tongue dancing with yours was such a delightful contrast. You didn’t know whether it was the vodka or his lips that tasted that sweet.

Once you swallowed, it should have been the end of it. One of you should have stepped back, but no one did. Both of you had already crossed that line, so you might as well have kept it up. For a good minute, you satisfied the curiosity of what kissing each other would feel like.

It felt like jumping from a cliff into the sea in slow motion on a scorching hot summer day.

You returned to reality once Minho’s voice echoed in your ears again.

“One more?”

You nodded with your eyes closed. He pushed the drink towards you so that you could be his glass this time. You trapped the refreshing liquid in your mouth, savoring the peach flavor, and before you could even make a move, Minho impatiently grabbed your nape to get a taste of his share. Like he couldn’t find a drop of water to quench his thirst the entire day. Like he couldn’t find a way to quench his thirst for you all this time.

“Did you like the presentation?” he asked when he finally managed to step away from your lips. The question made you chuckle.

“You being a slut for compliments just never gets old, does it?”

When you least expected it, he jumped over the bar counter with the agility of a predatory feline and swiveled your stool towards himself.

“Then time for a palate cleanser.”

That little game of sharing drinks immediately devolved into a very heavy makeout session embellished with quick inhales, soft, muffled moans, tongues clashing with each other, and hands trying to declare their independence all over each other’s bodies, wanting more and more and more. While drowning in the thick texture of lust he was coating you with, you were thinking about all those times you listened to Minho fuck people when you were roommates. They all left like an eighteen-wheeler ran over them the next day, and you had always wondered why.

Now you were beginning to have an idea.

Why bitches love Minho reason #4: He kisses like he fucks.

“Wanna get out of here?” Minho asked, completely breathless and panting.

“I wanna get in here, actually,” you stole a glance from the closed door in the distance, “Why don’t you take me to your suite? I wanna see what the big deal is about you.”

“So you are my patron tonight, huh?” he raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows and immediately changed the tone of his voice to the host mode, “What would you like to call me?”

“I’ll stick to my usuals. Pretty, sexy, all that shit that feeds your praise kink, you know?”

He couldn’t even keep that façade for five seconds. When you responded like that, he bit his lips tainted with a mischievous smile, and landed a slap on your ass. You laughed. You knew him better than everyone else, after all. It wasn’t something you made up in your mind; Minho had directly told you that during a drunk night.

‘Only you can get me.’

He handed you a bottle of champagne, grabbed one himself, and took your hand to lead the way to his suite.

“Come with me, gorgeous.”

Minho had called you that a million times before. It was one of your designated nicknames, but never once did it make you feel that ticklish inside to hear it. Possibly because he had never prefaced it with a knee-weakening kiss before.

You followed him to the silent hallway. It was actually kinda funny that you somewhat had your fingerprint on this place. Minho had informed you that the soundproofing idea was inspired by your incessant bitching during your roommate days, and if you didn’t already know how this club operated, you could swear there was nobody else in the vicinity engaging in copious amounts of debauchery.

He swiped his card on the door, and when you entered the room right behind him, your jaw dropped all the way to the floor. He quite obviously spared no expense to go all out for this space. A dining area at one corner of the room in front of a stunning city view, a ginormous couch that might as well have been a bed—quite clearly not there just for ‘lounging’ purposes, a colossal mirror installed right in front of it for who knows why, a shoji screen sliding door currently open to separate the area from the bedroom which contained an even more gargantuan bed and, surprise surprise, more mirrors on the ceiling and right behind the bedpost.

“Jesus fuck, Min! Just how much money are you making here?!”

“A fair amount,” he leisurely responded while removing the gold-colored wrapping covering the cork of the champagne.

“Nuh uh,” you immediately stopped him, “If you’re gonna pop that, then you’re gonna do it gorgeous style.”

“Which is?”

You took the bottle from his hand, shook it as hard as you could, and aimed it afar.

“Champagne showers, baby.”

When you popped it, you sprayed almost half the content on Minho like he was running under a sprinkler. Completely drenched, he grabbed the bottle back and emptied it on you as retaliation. Both of you laughed like idiots for quite some time, and when it finally died down, you watched him lick his lips while stepping towards you, checking you out from head to toe.

“We don’t need glasses for this.”

He wrapped one hand around your waist and started slurping on the champagne dripping down your neck while fondling your breasts with the other. The wetness you were covered with was nothing compared to what was oozing out of your folds.

“So, which one tastes better?” you whispered into his ear, “The vodka or the champagne?”

“You want my honest opinion?”

“As blunt as it gets.”

His little smirk still intact, he locked eyes with you, slipped his finger inside your underwear, and circled it around your clit a few times to collect your juices. He didn’t even blink when he licked your taste off his skin with absolute gusto.

“Your cunt,” Minho gave you your answer, “By a landslide.”

“I fucking love your hands,” you traced the bulging veins up his forearms with your fingers, “Have I ever told you what these are doing to me?”

“I’ll have an idea when I feel your tongue on me.”

Completely out of instinct, you bit on the zipper of his top and dragged it all the way down to expose him for you. Firm. Toned. Simply glorious. You slithered your fingers inside and slid his top off his shoulders. His naked torso was such an enticing sight that you kneeled in front of him as if in a trance and licked the champagne running down his pecs all the way up to his chest. He groaned at the sensation.

“Dance for me, pretty. I’ll make it rain on you,” you plopped down on the couch and stretched both your arms on the backrest, “Don’t you have like toys and stuff around here?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Am I not your patron? I can ask for whatever I want,” you stated the facts to him, “I would like a bullet vibrator with a controller please, and thank you.”

Minho cackled at how straightforward you were being and brought you your request from one of the drawers. When he handed you the box, you harshly pulled him down from his nape and whispered against his mouth.

“And I also happen to know what an attention whore you are. You’re gonna lose your fucking mind watching me cum to you dancing.”

You watched him draw a total blank and took the opportunity to kiss him again. You leaned back, nestled the toy inside your underwear, and clicked on the controller to start the vibrations at the lowest setting. 

“Now entertain me, sexy,” you contently exhaled.

As you opened the second bottle of champagne, Minho dimmed the lights of the room, put on a song almost as seductive as he was, and started dancing for you. Sultry. Erotic. But also hard-hitting. Precise. Like an absolute whore that was basically airfucking you. You spread your legs wider and downed the champagne straight from the bottle, wondering whether you could cum hands-free without a vibrator if you watched him long enough.

Why bitches love Minho reason #5: Watching him dance is the same thing as watching porn.

“Down low, baby,” you instructed your host, “Drop it low for me.”

He came closer to the couch you were sprawled on and continued with his smooth body rolls so close to your face that you could feel the heat radiating from his crotch. You could see how hard he got over watching you flinch with the vibrations inside you every once in a while, and if that outline was any indication, he was packing. You were dying to see it in the flesh. Your hands moved on their own to unzip his pants, but he stopped you with a firm grip on your wrists.

“Do the thing with your mouth again.”

You bit on the zipper of his pants this time, and as you were dragging it down, you felt him throb against you. You looked into his eyes while unbuttoning him. Minho held your gaze with his mouth open like he was utterly hypnotized, and let out a hiss when you finally freed him from his boxers. Your lips inadvertently parted when you saw how mouthwateringly big he was.

“Like what you see?” he brazenly grinned.

“Damn, tiger. What have you been hiding from me all this time?”

He was loving how much you seemed to enjoy the sight of him, and it was masturbating his ego big time, pun fully intended.

“How do you think I got this rich this fast?”

You couldn’t contain the urge to feel him any longer and gently wrapped your fingers around him. Minho’s excitement peaked through the roof when he felt your touch.

“Shit, blow me, gorgeous,” he breathily exhaled and slithered his fingers into your hair, “You know you want to.”

Well… It was true. 

Why bitches love Minho reason #6: His goddamn THIGHS.

You dragged your fingers on his magnificent thighs first as he clenched them for you. After years of admiring them in his shorts, they were right in front of your face now. You ended up kissing them. Making out with them. Taking gentle bites from them. 

And it was fucking sensational.

Hands clasped behind his nape, Minho stood tall in front of you and eagerly waited for you to take him in your warmth. When you finally wrapped your lips around his head, his eyes fluttered close.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he threw his head back with a loud groan and looked down at you again, “Let me see you take it all. Take all of me.”

He kept guiding your head back and forth on his cock, absolutely relishing the way you were swirling your tongue around his thick girth. Every time you squeezed your lips, Minho felt more blood rushing to his crotch, and grew even bigger inside your mouth. How much he could last had always been a matter of pride for him, but if you kept working him like that, there was no way he wasn’t going to blow.

“No,” he suddenly stopped your ministrations, “No, not yet.”

He sat on his knees in front of you and gently pushed your chest for you to sit back.

“Open wide, baby. Show me how wet your cunt is under that dress.”

You did exactly as he said. Minho brushed his thumb on your underwear first and felt the moisture, extremely content with how ruined the piece of garment was. Then he slowly dragged it down and fully exposed your pussy for himself. His whole mouth filled with saliva just looking at your glistening slit. He descended between your legs to take the vibrator out of you and turned it off.

“This?” he licked the toy clean like a popsicle, “Nothing compared to what I can give you.”

When he latched his mouth to your clit, you tangled your fingers in his sweaty hair and guided his head on your pussy in an excruciatingly slow rhythm to edge yourself. You were absolutely losing it over how intensely he was pleasuring you. Minho was so fucking sexy no matter how disheveled he looked. He was actually even sexier because of how disheveled he looked. You watched him wrap his bulging arms around your thighs as he kept swirling that tongue around your clit with perfect pressure to ascend you.

“Like that. Just like that,” you melted into his mouth, “Run that tongue all over me.”

Why bitches love Minho reason #7: He eats pussy like he wants to induce blunt force trauma with pleasure.

You weren’t able to control how deep you were moaning, more so whenever you caught a glimpse of how mindblowingly erotic he looked between your legs in that mirror. Every time you said his name, Minho hummed against your cunt and increased the pressure of his tongue. You were getting more turned on. You were getting wetter. And he was pushing you more towards the edge one lick at a time.

“Jesus fuck, Minho, you’re fucking great at this!”

You felt him smile against your pussy. You were getting closer to your orgasm at record speed, but you wanted to feel him inside you.

“Come up and fuck me.”

But Minho didn’t stop.

“Min, please.”

He didn’t stop. He started licking you faster instead.

“Minh– Stop– You– Ins– Fuck!!!”

He wasn’t listening to you at all. On the contrary, he pushed his middle finger inside you and started fingering you frantically. That abrupt peak in pressure was too much too fast all of a sudden, and as you shut your eyes tight with a loud scream, you felt a wet release between your legs. When you eventually opened your eyes, you witnessed something dripping down Minho’s perfect fucking cheekbones. 

Your cum.

“Champagne showers, baby,” he climbed up to kiss you. 

At the end of that kiss, Minho looked at your lips, and then deep into your eyes. He had never looked at you like that before. You felt something tightening in the pit of your stomach.

Don’t cross that line. For years.

For what, exactly?

“Screw it. Let’s fuck.”

You pulled him in for a kiss again, and it got out of hand pretty quickly. You got rid of whatever piece of clothing was still hanging around your bodies, and you straddled Minho on that gigantic couch.

“Play with me,” he grabbed handfuls of your ass, “Fucking ruin me.”

An open invitation to set fire to his body in a red envelope? 

Oh, he was fucking doomed.

You attempted to sit on him, but even when you were that wet, you were struggling because of his size.

“Too big for you, gorgeous?” he tilted his head with a little smile, “Shh, I’ll stretch you real nice. You’re gonna become a perfect fit around me.”

He started his shallow thrusts to work you open as you continued to lower yourself on him. Minho almost combusted just watching himself disappear inside you halfway. Even that much felt so warm. So slippery. 

“Fuck, so damn tight,” he closed his eyes heaving a deep sigh, “I can barely move.”

When he finally bottomed out, a loud groan ripped from his throat. It felt like you were licking him inside you. As he kept moving, he was rubbing against your walls and massaging them so fucking deliciously that you couldn’t help your moans. He had no choice but to pick up his pace to make you moan louder for him.

“Let it out, baby. Scream my name.”

You were panting over Minho, feeling completely full inside you. He was stretching you just like he promised, molding you into a perfect sleeve for himself. Every time you clenched, the sensation was nothing short of you sucking him off.

“Minho!”

“I’m fucking losing my mind,” he dug his fingertips into your ass, “Why the fuck haven’t we done this before?”

He started fucking you more fervently while sucking on your nipples. You were overwhelmed. You felt so good. You felt fucking incredible.

Why bitches love Minho reason #8: Having sex with this beast is a religious experience.

“Down,” you pressed on his collarbones to signal him to lay down, “Open your legs for me.”

You instantly felt empty when he pulled out, but this couldn’t wait. You were burning with the desire to make him feel good in every way possible. You spread his legs apart and dragged your nails on his thighs again. You started placing kisses on his rock hard cock and made your way down to his shaft. Then lower. And lower. And all the way down to his entrance. He pressed your head towards himself to feel you more when you started licking into him to get him all slippery for you. You landed the coup de grâce when you placed the bullet vibrator inside him and pulled him up again to sit comfortably.

Why bitches love Minho reason #9: He’s so comfortable with his sexuality that you will wish it was him every time you fuck someone else.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him comfortably pave his way into you again, and closed your eyes to focus on how he felt inside you.

At least you attempted to. But Minho didn’t let you.

“Look at me,” he touched your face, “I’m right here. Look into my eyes.”

There was something different in there. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t audaciously grinning like he always did. He just looked at you with something akin to a tinge of hope. It was unusual. It was scary. It felt like looking into an abyss, and you didn’t know whether his eyes had a bottom. He made a sudden run for your lips, and melting in his mouth again felt like sinking in the deep end.

Minho started fucking into you with a newfound fervor while holding your gaze. He squinted his eyes every once in a while due to how intense his pleasure was but never really closed them. You watched him touch your lips with his thumb, part them, and shove it inside your mouth. A loud moan escaped his lips when you sucked on his finger because it felt like you were sucking him again. Thinking this was the perfect opportunity, you finally pressed play on the controller.

“God—damn, that feels fucking incredible!”

“I know,” you smiled at him this time, “And you’re at my mercy for once.”

Admitting defeat was categorically out of question for Minho. He started searching for a spot inside you like his life depended on it to make your brain short-circuit. And when he finally found it, you involuntarily clawed his forearms.

“There. Right there!” 

“You like it there, don’t you baby?”

Click.

“Ah, just like that. Don’t stop!”

“Fucking cream me, come on,” he clenched his teeth and pinned you in your place from your waist, “I need you dripping down my cock.”

“I’m so fucking close,” you pressed your forehead on his, “Deeper. Fuck me deeper.”

Minho slid his hands down and grabbed your ass to pull you even closer to him. You felt yourself getting impaled.

Click.

“Let go,” he managed to utter between his panting, “Let go, baby. Give me what’s mine.”

Click.

“Minho!!!”

“Kiss me.”

Click.

“If you press that shit one more time, I swear to fucking god I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Click. Click. Click. Click.

“FUCK, baby!!!”

That was not cumming; Minho straight up exploded inside you. Thick strings of his warm seed squirted all over your contracting walls, and he kept fucking his cum deeper into you while riding out both your highs. Once you managed to come down, you looked at each other super fucked out and disheveled. Then he stole a kiss from your lips out of nowhere.

“Since uh– your plans are already out the window…” Minho played with your hair averting his eyes from you, “Do you wanna like… I don’t know, come over? We can watch Netflix and stuff.” 

“Netflix and stuff,” you echoed him with furrowed brows and a smile.

“Yeah, and uh– and Pudding really misses you.”

Lee Minho. Business owner. Choreographer. A full-time escort. Still a borderline narcissist. Your annoying-ass friend who was suffering from severe emotional constipation and wouldn’t admit it at any cost.

You had to bite the insides of your cheeks to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. 

“So you’re asking me to come over just so that Pudding can see me,” you emphatically uttered, “Not that we can have sex all night or anything.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

Why bitches love Minho reason #10: He has the most indirect ways to tell you he likes you.

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𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗡𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟 :: 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜

You first met Choi Beomgyu when your brother, Taehyun befriended the boy back at middle school. It was mystery why you and Beomgyu would always argue at the most simplest things ever to exist. But by the time you turned eighteen, things started to change completely.

PAIRING : brother’s best friend! switch!choi beomgyu x switch!reader

GENRE : fluff, smut (not yet in this part), angst, brother’s best friend to lovers!au, crack, enemies to lovers!au, slowburn

WARNINGS : cuss words, the characters here are childish tbh🤨, beomgyu dated someone else, reader dated soobin, this part is just too cheesy for me i had a hard time to proofread it, mentions of blood, beomgyu kind of calling reader a slut on one scene

WC : 4.28k

PLAYLIST : (no chill • cheat codes ft. lil xxel) (stay • the kid laroi and justin bieber) (trumpets • jason derulo) (guess that’s love • ryan mack) (capital letters • hailee steinfeld and bloodpop), (cwjbhn • jake scott and josie dunne) (i guess i’m in love • clinton kane) (hey stupid, i love you • jp saxe), (sixteen • chelsea cutler)

AUTHOR’S NOTES : i know i’m on hiatus and stuff, but don’t worry!! i wrote this part like a week ago so i didn’t really do anything except copy paste the story from google docs here in tumblr. thank you so much for the love you all showed me on the first part of she got no chill! smut will be on the final and last part sooo stay tune ;)

PART ONE. | PART TWO. | PART THREE.

IT’S HARD TO ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AT ALL.

Beomgyu tried to act like everything’s cool—as if he never kissed his best friend’s sister just last night. But his racing heart was too much to handle, and not to mention he didn’t have that much sleep yesterday either. Your soft lips, your warmth, your sad voice, your eyes, it’s all replaying in his mind like a broken record. 

He thinks that he indeed went at least a little crazy more than usual. 

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