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TRAPPED IN BY YOU. (YOU'RE THE DRUG)

main character(s): lee know x genderneutral!reader

genre: smut (with some angst if you squint)

warning(s): cheating, implied penetration, non-explicit rough/hate sex, mentions of heavy degradation/bruising, somewhat heavy descriptions of drugs, reader is compared to being a drug, implied that lee know is abusing reader during sex but thats just wordplay in this, possible inaccurate descriptions of what a drug feels like

wc: 0.8k

special note: yes, i know the title is weird, but i like funky titles like that. i thought of this prompt when i saw a tiktok and i couldnt help of a nasty ass fic that included no other than lee know. i tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible so im very sorry if you see any female references!

lee minho, famously known as lee know, would absolutely be shunned if anyone found out what he was currently doing. it's absolutely nerve wrecking. his entire career and family would be destroyed if anyone found out.

but thats kind of why he likes it, too. the thrill. the excitement. the adrenaline. what was once a "one time thing" turned into a casual "meetup" every other weekend. it feels so bad, and feels so good.

almost like a drug, it has him trapped around it's finger.

hurriedly walking into the too-familiar building to escape from the pouring rain, he comes up to the too-familiar front desk and sliding his fake I.D to the clerk before getting the keycard to his assigned room.

it's a painful ride up the elevator. it's too slow. too nerve-racking. he wants to be shielded away from all of these security cameras and curious eyes. although he is wearing a face mask and baseball cap, his body drowning in an expensive oversized black coat, he still worries about being identified.

when the elevator dings, he rushes to the room. when he walks in, he is greeted by the too-familiar red lights. the too-familiar cage surrounding the mattress that could fit a party of six. and most importantly, the too-familiar sight of you in that cage, submissively waiting for him to join you.

this is why he actually likes it. because of you.

you are the drug that has him trapped around your finger. when he sees you in the black and red lingerie, pearls, diamonds, the black harness the gifted you on special occasions..

you have him going numb.

you are such a drug. it's just the best way he can describe you. it feels so bad to do, yet feels so good. he practically forgets that he has a pregnant wife at home, that has a fragile popstar career. when he is entangled with you in that too-familiar love cage of yours, it feels so good he wants to do more.

for once, he isn't afraid to do more. to explore himself more. he doesn't hesitate to do "taboo" deeds in the best way possible that has his brain evaporating from his skull.

he desperately breathes in your toxicity like a drug, inhaling and exhaling it all in for what could be for other people long headache prying periods of time.

when he finally exhales, he feels the 3rd eye you practically gave him. he can hear, feel, taste, see, smell everything. he can feel the way the temperature in the room spikes up almost in a suffocating manner, resulting in him tearing his (and your) clothes off.

when he takes you in his mouth, he sucks on and takes in whatever he can. knowing that it's just the beginning of him tipping over the edge, he cannot wait for the unique sensations you give him.

he laps and bites at whatever piece of you he can reach. it's so addicting, its painful. whenever a surge of pleasure runs through his veins, he cannot help the tears that form along his waterline. it's painful, but he can't stop. you're just that addictive.

like a true drug addict, he "abuses" this drug as much as possible. he isn't afraid to go over the edge, as, unlike his wife, you let him that way. you let him take out all of his anger and frustrations out on you, let him yell out profanities and venom at you. let him control over you and your body, abusing it in the way he loves, marking it red and purple.

and when you, like a drug, have completely taken over him, he cannot help but feel the absolute euphoria. he sees the stars, the true meaning of his life, the true meaning of life. when you are running through the veins of his body, riding him like some waves, he has to hold onto the cold bars surrounding the two of you to ground himself.

when you are intertwined with him in the deepest part, practically connected to each other's bodies, he cannot latch away from you. he doesn't want to latch away from you. the sheen of sweat acting as some cheap glue.

it's like this does he think he is fullfilled. it's like this does he wish that he could be intoxicated by you forever. forever being numb from all of the constant pains he receives from his "fans", the media, hell, even his wife. he wishes he could stay with you, forever.

but of course, a drug is temporary until you take it again.

in the end, when the sensations become too much and is shaking, trembling, overdosing on you, does he realize how addicted he is. addicted to you. and goddamn, does he realize he is fucked.

he got trapped in by you. you trapped him.