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Dead girl walking āāāā”
Genre: 18+, just pure smut
Cw: soft!Minho (jd) x domFem!Reader (veronica), Heathers, rough ish, slapping, hair pulling, mention of getting caught, swearing, unprotected sex
Wc: 1.9k
Summary: You need it hard, you're his dead girl walking
AN: now you know that lino would make a fine fine jason dean I mean look at him wow, but I went for the shy-ish approach since it's how he acts in dead girl walking!
"Y-Y/n, what are you doing in my room?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly, a desire filled blush heating up your cheeks as your eyes observed his confusion. With a deliberate seductiveness, you climbed forward, crawling on top of him.
"Sorry, i just really need to ride you." You hummed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.
"What?!" He whisper yelled.
Minho leaned back instinctively, his adam's apple visibly bobbing in his throat as he gulped.
"Wait- W- Ride me?" He stammered, his ears glowing red.
Oh, he was adorable.
You stood in the cool night air, your breath forming small clouds in front of you as you gazed up at Minho's window, hugging your arms over the thin layer of your cardigan. A mischievous grin spread across your lips as you reached up, hoisting yourself onto his balcony so that you could hover your fingers over his window latch.
It was rusty and fragile, and it looked like it hadn't been used since it was installed many years ago. With the gentlest of twists, the lock snapped open with a gratifying click.
You stifled a giggle, your heart fluttering with images of him completely flustered when he woke up to find you beside him, completely unaware. The thrill of sneaking in sent your pulse skyrocketing.
With a swift push, you opened the window, his hinges creaking ever so slightly, but you didn't care enough to stop pushing.
You took a deep breath and hoisted yourself through, your barely tied boots hitting his carpet softly.
As your eyes adjusted to his room, your gaze swept across the new surroundings, the soft glow of the moonlight letting you see well enough. Posters of his favourite bands stuck haphazardly across the walls, a guitar casually leaning against the bookshelf- filled with novels and poetry and manga. You smiled as you saw his desk, cluttered with his notes and random sketches, crumpled pieces of paper stacked underneath his cans of mountain dew. His room felt just like him, adorably chaotic.
As you tiptoed closer to his bed, your eyes landed on him, sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. He looked so cute, his tousled black hair splayed across his forehead, a soft smile playing on his lips.
Minho was so.. Minho.
It was hard to ignore the desire he planted in you.
You were so entranced by the thought of him that you didn't even notice anything blocking your path to him until your foot was firmly in his bin.
With a surprised giggle, you stumbled forward, falling down to the foot of his bed as your arms reached out to steady yourself- unintentionally jostling him awake.
Minho's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion was all you could read on his face as he sat up, rubbing his face with his hands. He blinked a couple of times, trying to process the sight of you in front of him.
"Y-Y/n, what are you doing in my room?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly, a desire filled blush heating up your cheeks as your eyes observed his confusion. With a deliberate seductiveness, you climbed forward, crawling on top of him.
"Sorry, i just really need to ride you." You hummed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth.
"What?!" He whisper yelled.
Minho leaned back instinctively, his adam's apple visibly bobbing in his throat as he gulped.
Your heart raced as you moved forward, shrugging off your cardigan as you settled into his lap. With one hand, you caressed his chest over his black t shirt, the other fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.
"Wait- W- Ride me?" He stammered, his ears glowing red.
Oh, he was adorable.
Part of you just didn't understand how he inspired such wicked thoughts in you, but 90% of you couldn't care less, wanting to spend the time before your inevitable social slaughter with him inside you.
"Just shut up, take your shirt off," you whispered against his lips, pressing them together with a soft yet desperate urgency.
He took a second to process your statement, your lips moving on his, your hands tugging his hair, before he let out a low moan. Minho's mind seemed to catch up then.
He nodded quickly, his hands fumbling to find the hem of his shirt beneath his duvet so that he could raise it up and over his head. You heard his breathing quicken as he chucked it somewhere behind you, but you were shoving your tongue between his lips before he could even catch a break.
Your hands seemed to move of their own accord, clammering at his shoulders as you grinded against him.
"Ahh.. god," he murmured, his mouth pulling into a nervous smile as he squeezed his eyes shut cutely. "I-Is this because of-"
"Yeah," you bit his bottom lip, "don't focus on that, Min, just touch me."
"Alright, okay.." He whispered, his hands tentatively climbing your body, caressing your arms, gently tracing your collarbones until he held your face in his palms with so much softness that it almost made you laugh.
"No, Minho, I need it hard." You urged him, lifting your hips for a second so you could yank away the covers between your bodies.
As you pressed yourself back into his lap, you felt the thickness in his boxers between your legs. You sighed and rocked your hips back and forth, watching the way his teeth claimed his bottom lip- a small whimper escaping anyway.
He heard your words because he nodded, but the furthest he got with your plead was cradling your face with maybe a smidge more force as he leant his head back against the wall.
"Harder," you huffed, and his eyes fluttered open nervously, flicking up and down your body.
"Really? H-harder?"
"Mm," you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Slap me, pull my ha-"
"Yeah.. O-Okay," he gulped, sliding his hand round to gather your hair in a fist, tugging your head back.
He winced, and you just knew he was about to apologise before he heard the relieved moan unabashedly leave you. Minho seemed to falter, his other hand dropping straight to your ass to deliver a quick, slightly nervous tap.
"That's it.. yeah," you grinned, "come on, more."
The next moments seemed to trigger realisation in him. It was like watching the light bulb spark right above his head as confidence started to flicker in his anxious heart. He shifted his weight underneath you, gripping your waist firmly as he guided your strokes.
The man leaned in with a grin, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that was deeper and more assured than the first. It sent a rush of heat through you, your desire igniting tenfold as he started to reciprocate stronger.
"How did you.. Mm, even find my address?"
"Shh," you giggled, grabbing his chin and pulling his head down as you raised to your knees. "Don't ask."
He laughed breathlessly, his eyes flicking down, confronted with the sight of his straining bulge. Luckily, he had the common sense to know what it was you wanted, and quickly pulled his boxers down past his cock.
"God, you're beautiful." You praised him, licking the underside of his jaw. "You know that?"
He shook his head, parting his lips to respond, except nothing but a strangled gasp ever left him as you sunk down until he bottomed out inside of you.
"Fuck," you hissed, gripping his shoulders. "Wow."
"Y-Yeah," he moaned, the sweet sound muffled as he slapped his palm over his mouth. "Wow."
Using your leverage, you raised your hips slowly until just his tip was being sucked inside you- and you dropped your body until you were flush against him again. He struggled to keep quiet when you started to bounce, sticking true to your need for hard and rough.
"G-God, wait-"
"I can't, Min," you whined, giving him a little slap to the chest.
You could hardly think with all the sensations, Minho's long length stroking that soft spot inside you with every drop of your hips. His hands desperately tugging at every piece of flesh he could fit between his fingers to try and keep up. His strong thighs twitching and snapping up underneath you, subconsciously trying to reach deeper and deeper.
"Baby, Y/n, b-baby.." He hissed, choking out the words between whimpers.
"Yeah?" You sighed out blissfully.
"M'gonna.. uhhng, I'm.. oh.."
Adorable.
You tugged at his black hair, your breath bouncing off of the shell of his ear as you bit your lip.
"Please.. Min, w-wait, I'm not done yet."
He nodded eagerly, longing to please you at heart- although the sentiment came with a string of whines and louder moans as he squeezed his nails into your thighs.
"You're.. g-going to wake your parents-" you chuckled.
Minho cringed, but the expression lasted no longer than a second before it melted back into ecstasy. The thought seemed to enter one ear and pour out the other as you kept bouncing up and down, your walls milking his cock.
You clenched around him wildly as you felt yourself rocketing towards an orgasm. The room was filled with the lewd noises of sex, his bed banging against the wall and the metal creaking rhythmically. If that wasn't enough, the two of you were hardly trying to keep it down.
"Fuck!" He grabbed your hips, forcefully speeding up your pace to keep some sense of control. "I.. I c-can't wait.."
You nodded, biting your lip until it tuned white. "Mm, f-uck, cum then."
"Are.. are you sure?"
"On the pill," you clarified, easing the restraint in his expression, you had been too desperate to bother with a condom.
His eyes almost rolled back into his head at the thought of cumming inside of you, and it seemed to do him in, because seconds later he was rooting your hips flush to his. Minho's fingers dug into your skin, pressing you down, pinning you against him while he shot the milky white ropes of his release inside of you.
You squirmed, trying to rock against him for your own orgasm for only a single moment before you gave up and shot your hand between your legs- the pads of your fingers rubbing your clit vigorously. You chased the climax that very almost got away from you, but you managed to cream on his cock without much more effort.
His eyes fluttered open just in time to watch you arch your back and hang your head with a blissful smile. Minho mirrored your expression, his nerves alight with the thrill of fucking while the possibility of being caught dangled in front of his nose, but he managed to relax anyway.
His body slid down the wall slightly, his fingers gently brushing the hair from your face, unsticking it from your forehead.
"Did- um, was that okay?" He asked quietly, the shyness seeming to seep back into him the longer he watched you come down.
"It was perfect, Minho." You giggled, easing his worry. "But I'm not letting you sleep anytime soon."
"A-ah.." He murmured, his face flushing boyishly. "You want more?"
With a teasing grin, you carded your fingers across his scalp, exposing his face to you properly after his bangs were swept away. You couldn't help but admire the way his skin got redder, contrasting his midnight hair.
"You better chug that mountain dew, Min."
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The bunny thing.. āāāā”
Genre: 18+, just pure smut
Cw: BratTamer!Minho x Brat!FemReader, light petplay, swearing, alcohol, bunny ears kink, handcuffs, fucking against a wall, unprotected sex, fingering (f recieving), exhibitionism (a little)
Wc: 4k
Summary: That whole fucking bunny thing.. can you even be blamed for getting turned on everytime he put those ears on?
AN: triple homicide I literally boshed out 3 requests all at once, officer bunny min for the win oh my god wowee he's so hot this is so self indulgent
"I'm gonna make sure you can't walk out of this bathroom," he whispered, relishing in the way you trembled with anticipation. "Show everyone you were just being a brat because you needed to be fucked by your 'cute little bunny.'"
You let out a shaky sigh.
"Mm, don't think I forgot about all that," he laughed, his gravelly tone coursing through your veins. His grip on the cuffs tightened just enough for you to whine out, reminding you that he was the one calling the shots, punishing you. "Still think the ears are cute now?"
"Min," you gulped, your voice wobbling slightly, sighs tumbling from your lips. "Minho, they.. they'll all hear."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Good," he murmured, "they'll know I'm teaching you a lesson."
Minho really liked the bunny thing, you could tell.
Out of all the aspects of his crafted idol persona, that was one he genuinely enjoyed. Aegyo, strange fancalls, the intense spotlight on him at all times, you knew it all irked him. But the bunny thing?
Yeah, he liked that.
You knew by the way he sent you a photo everytime the stylists would add bunny accessories, or get him a hat or a headband with dangly white ears- it lit him up. He loved his skzoo, leebit. He loved when the fans leaned into the gimmick, gifting him little carrot plushies because, you know, he was the bunny.
Oftentimes he came home with the hats and the headbands and the pins and the gifts he was allowed to keep. And even on his off time, if he saw something with bunny ears he would get them, telling you that stays would probably like it- you just smiled and nodded.
He loved it.
You couldn't decide how you felt about the ears.
Well, of course you loved them, he looked so cute on stage with his toothy grin and white accessories. That was something you couldn't deny. But you also couldn't deny the strange swirl in your stomach when he would casually place the ears on at home with you.
Were you attracted to it? To the ears?
To.. the bunny thing?
It felt weird, he shared so much of that with fans, it felt like you were intruding by getting turned on when he wore a pair of animal ears.
Of course you didn't tell him that, you teased him about being such a cute little bunny until his ears went red. You waited until it wouldn't be deemed suspicious and jumped his bones, having him pound into you with his overwhelming dancer stamina- he never minded, he had the sex drive of a b..
A bunny.
Fuck.
For a fancy dress party, since he had so much of the stuff, Minho thought he'd make his costume bunny themed.
"Judy Hopps? The rabbit?" You cocked your head at the ears and police badge he held up at you.
"Come on, you can be Nick Wilde, it'll be cute." He rolled his eyes, "it's for couples, I can't do it without you. You'll be a sexy Mr Wilde, I swear."
That wasn't the problem.
The problem was Minho dressed up as a police officer with those damned ears on that worried you. How were you supposed to be normal around that? That and alcohol, no less.
You gulped.
"Look, I'll go show you how good the costumes will be, then you'll be convinced, hm?"
You didn't know about convinced.
"Sure," you nodded, a puff of amused air leaving your nose when he practically hopped away to the bedroom.
Your boyfriend borrowed the officer uniform from the recent skz code that they had finished filming as soon as he got a whiff of the costume party- ecstatic at the immediate idea that he had for a couples costume with you.
When he re-emerged you had to bite your lip to keep in an instinctual moan, you were lucky he was looking down fixing his tie when he sauntered back in so that he didn't see how quickly you snapped your thighs shut at the sight of him.
Fuck me.
"Now you can't tell me this doesn't look good," he smirked, leaning against the doorway and watching your eyes run down his body. "I know right."
He looked fucking delectable in that uniform. Long sleeved blue shirt hugging his arms and chest like a second skin, dark grey slacks painting his legs like the tempting trap they were, and those black boots, god. The police vest and the handcuffs too would've been enough for you to pounce and demand that you didn't show to tonights party, if it weren't for those ears.
Those fucking bunny ears, the headband itself was hidden in his hair, you couldn't even see where they were attached.
"And look," he raised his eyebrows and chin in a quick smug movement as he turnt to show the little white tail peaking out from his slacks.
What the fuck.
"How.. um, how is that-?"
"I cut a hole and wiggled it through from the inside, smart right? It won't fall off that way, and you can't see the elastic either."
You nodded, blushing from how embarrassing it was that you were dripping at the fact he was dressing up as a cartoon bunny. You couldn't even make out like it was the uniform because you didn't have this visceral a reaction when he came home to you last week in the same attire. Minus the accessories of course.
So you couldn't fucking do anything.
If he noticed he didn't point it out, luckily, favouring chucking the clothes he'd picked out for you instead into your lap.
"Try it on," he grinned, "you'll like it."
Eager to get out of his sight, you ran to the bathroom, dropping the clothes onto the closed toilet seat to star at your flustered expression in the mirror.
Fuck.
You turned on the tap to splash some cold water onto your flaming face.
Get ahold of yourself.
Breathing in shakily, you changed into the Nick Wilde costume that Minho had graciously found for you. He clearly wanted this to happen, you couldn't possibly say no to him when he seemed so excited, and besides- the costume was really good.
The green Hawaiian shirt that he found ran a little small so you had to keep the first few buttons undone, but that was probably part of his master plan. The cute beige skater skirt matched with the leg warmers, and the purple tie hung nicely under the collar. It definitely looked good on you, you'd give him that.
You braced yourself for the gorgeous sight of your bunny boyfriend again and unlocked the door to the bathroom.
"Fuck, see, sexy Mr Wilde, what did I say?" He grinned, pulling you out into the hallway until the two of you stood in front of the full length mirror.
Yeah, this was a great couples costume.
Minho laughed triumphantly to himself as he slipped a pair of fox ears into your hair, one hand coming down to hold your waist once he was finished. He watched you through the mirror.
"I told you it'd look good didn't I?"
"Yeah, it's good."
You could feel the shakiness in your tone betraying you, and you reached up to adjust the ears so that he wouldn't focus on the raging blush creeping up your neck.
"So?"
"So what?"
You kept your answers short, not wanting to accidentally let out how much you wanted him to ruin you with those damned ears on.
"So we look hot, do you want to stick with these costumes then?"
"Sure," you tossed your wrist flippantly, budging past him and back into the bathroom.
"Hey, if you really don't w-"
"I said it's good, Min, let's get ready."
Hiding how sexually frustrated you were from your boyfriend was getting harder with every drop of alcohol in your system- and you had been sending him some very mixed signals all evening. You hung off of his arm, staring up at his ears everytime he wasn't looking directly at you, though you'd turn away the second he tried to kiss you.
He huffed out playfully each time, wrongly assuming you were just being cute with him, but not pushing any further until you were sat on the couch besides him, just happy admiring your boyfriend while he engaged in conversation.
It was going well, no one was speaking to you, and you were well content to twirl your hair through your fingers, licking your lips as you clearly ogled him next to you. Heart eyes and fidgety body, anyone could tell what was going through your mind. The alcohol dulled your personal threshold of socially acceptable PDA, but you didn't care one bit.
Everything was fine.
Minho's hand came down to rest on your leg.
Everything was not fine.
You breathed in, holding the air in your lungs as he squeezed and gently moved down your thigh.
Oh no, no, no.
He didn't turn towards you, just kept talking like he wasn't almost edging you on the spot with just his hand. The further down your leg he travelled, the more the sirens in your mind blared, the red alarm lights clouding your intoxicated mind. He'd know, he'd feel it, he'd realise that you have some sort of weird raging kink for your boyfriend in bunny attire.
You quickly wrapped your hand around his wrist, stopping him from moving any further. He looked at you then.
His lusted smirk backed you into the point of no return, those fucking ears slipping to the side like they were real and he was actually moving them.
Oh god.
You scowled, pushing his hand off of you and knocking his balance a little.
The group looked over at the two of you for a second, but they moved on with their conversation easily enough as Minho turnt his body to corner the two of you out.
"You okay?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. They moved again, the headband adjusted to the centre of gravity change on his head.
"Fine," you clenched your jaw.
His eyebrows furrowed at you.
"Y/n, don't lie to me," Minho said sternly, making you gulp down the moan that threatened to bubble out.
"I'm not."
"You're not?"
Fuck, your man was gorgeous. He was the meaning of the word temptation, he was everything dangerous inside you, he was everything. He placed his gloved hand on your cheek, tilting your face up to his.
You shook your head in return, watching with half lidded eyes as he placed his other hand on the seatrest, looming over you while he pushed closer to kiss you. You hummed in pleasure when your lips connected, scissoring your thighs together, your hands immediately wrapping around his neck, tangling in his hair.
You wanted him so bad, you needed him, you'd needed him the whole evening.
Minho nibbled on your lip gently just when your fingers brushed over the headband hidden in his hair. Your eyes snapped open.
Shit.
With your hands flat on his chest, you pushed him back, albeit a little harder than you intended- and stood from the couch. His shocked and confused face wasn't enough to garner any sympathy from you when he'd been teasing you all evening with his costume, and you stalked off- barging past anyone that was in your way.
Stupid Minho in those stupid ears, looking all pretty, looking like he wants to fuck you.
Why did you have to have a thing for him dressed as a bunny?
You imagined his face between your legs, the ears peeking over the top so you could play with and tug on them while he ate you out. You imagined watching them slip further forward with every thrust into you, his little cotton tail shaking with the force. You imagined him with a collar and a leash on, mocking you, trying to goad you into using it but you were too far gone- too fucked out to think about anything other than how he was making you cum over and over again.
Minho caught up to you quickly.
You registered his figure in your line of sight a second too late, before you had a moment to react there wasn't enough time to dash away. He roughly yanked your wrist, pulling you against him for a beat before you were tumbling into a bathroom as he locked the door behind him. You stumbled back onto the closed toilet seat, gulping down your arousal.
Minho's dark eyes glared at you, his toned arms on show as he folded them over his chest, broad shoulders filling out the blue shirt with the rolled up sleeves. He looked down his nose at you, his jaw tightening and the bunny ears falling forward slightly. The sight of him was so intimidating, so fucking hot.
You stood your ground, straightening up, heart pounding in your chest, heat buzzing through your veins. The consequences of your actions were about to knock you off your feet, and you hated how much you were looking forward to it.
Minho took a step closer, the music outside nothing but a low thrumming now. His voice, low and controlled, sent a shiver down your spine. "What's your problem?"
You tried to maintain a neutral expression, but you couldn't resist rolling your eyes. "I don't have a problem."
His expression flashed dangerously, but there was a hint of something else there too- acknowledgment of the game you were playing. "Don't lie to me," he said, his voice dropping even lower, "you've been acting up all night."
You gulped, biting your lip, and his eyes flashed with recognition at your reaction.
He knew.
Your boyfriend stalked forward, stopping inches away from where you were seated. The air between you felt thick with tension, it pooled between your legs. His gloved fingers tilted your face up to look at his, his grip on your chin a little rougher than usual. The way he looked down at you was so attractive, it made your breathing start to stutter.
"What the fuck is all the attitude for?" Minho's voice was a low growl, sending a shiver through you. His eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. He didn't find one.
You couldn't help but be mesmerized by his sudden intensity, the way it made you feel both vulnerable and excited.
"Talk."
"I... I didn't mean to have an attitude," you stammered, your previous confidence dripping down the drain with every second.
Minho's grip on your chin tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "That's not what I asked." he furrowed his brows. "You think I can't tell when you're horny?"
Your breath hitched, the anticipation becoming unbearable. His touch, the closeness of his body, all the alcohol in your system- it all combined to create a steady mix of fear and desire. You had pissed him off, and there was no turning back now.
"My baby's all hot and bothered, but she's being a fucking brat about it." He narrowed his eyes, "what is it you're not telling me?"
"The ears.." You whispered, trailing off into just a breath of air. You tried to get away from his scrutinizing gaze but his grip on you was rock hard, forcing you into submission.
"Spit it out."
"The bunny thing!" You whined, scrunching your face up into a pout, "the ears and the.. the tail, it's.."
His smirk took the rest of your sentence away from you, the words dissapating on your tongue. You fell into a silence. Eyes flitting over his costume, the tie, the cuffs, the belt, the ears, god, the ears- you started to salivate.
"Oh, you like the bunny thing?" He cocked his head.
You nodded, swallowing thickly.
"Do these turn you on?" Minho grinned coyly, his free hand playing with the ear on the left.
You nodded again, a particularly deep breath bleeding into a longing moan.
"Didn't want to admit you were into that, huh?"
He chuckled lowly when you shook your head, gazing down into your lap where your hands fiddled.
"Acting out because you discovered a new kink," your boyfriend hummed, "were you embarrassed because the bunny ears got you all wet? Didn't want me to know?"
"Minho," you whined, his efforts to embarrass you further getting you impossibly more aroused.
"What? Am I wrong? Let's see."
He dipped down to his knees, crouching in front of where you sat, and slowly spread your knees open with a mischievous smirk. The man bunched your skirt up, revealing the sight of your drenched panties to his eager eyes.
"Oh look at you," he cooed, "poor baby."
He trailed one finger over the inside of your thighs, collecting the slick that had been dripping since he first tried on the costume- his face sparkled with awe.
"So fucking wet, no wonder you were being a brat, bet it aches so bad."
"Min please," you gulped, breathless already, "please touch me."
"All this because of a little headband?" He whistled, more to himself than you- completely ignoring your pleading and standing straight again. "You should've just told me."
"B-"
"Quiet."
You didn't need to be told twice.
"They all think I'm an asshole because you were acting up," he crossed his arms, though he didn't look too mad about it. "Asked me what I had said."
If you had witnessed the abrupt exit that you made as an onlooker then you would've thought he upset you too, yeah, you would've thought he was an asshole too.
"Get up."
You stood, your legs feeling like jelly, unsteady beneath you- barely holding your weight.
Minho's strong hands pushed you against the door, his forearm pressed over your shoulder blades to keep you pinned while his other hand cuffed your wrists behind your back. The click of the metal reverberated in your head, a small whimper leaving your lips as you tried to struggle away from his grasp.
His breath was hot against your skin, chuckling lowly as his body pressed against you, his unyielding grip on you contrasting with the feather like touches of his finger tips smoothing down your body until he got to the bottom of your skirt.
"I'm gonna make sure you can't walk out of this bathroom," he whispered, relishing in the way you trembled with anticipation. "Show everyone you were just being a brat because you needed to be fucked by your 'cute little bunny.'"
You released a shaky sigh.
"Mm, don't think I forgot about all that," he laughed, his gravelly tone coursing through your veins. His grip on the cuffs tightened just enough for you to whine out, reminding you that he was the one calling the shots, punishing you. "Still think the ears are cute now?"
His fingers dipped under your skirt, teasingly trailing over your panties, sticky with your arousal already.
"Min," you gulped, your voice wobbling slightly, sighs tumbling from your lips. "Minho, they.. they'll all hear."
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "Good," he murmured, "they'll know I'm teaching you a lesson."
His foot kicked between yours, forcing your legs further apart- still pressed roughly against the door. He smirked as you arched your back for him. Minho moved your underwear to the side, a low hum rumbling from his chest when he was met with no friction from your walls pushing his middle two fingers inside.
"Wow, you really like this, huh?" He smirked, closing his teeth around the shell of your ear, his husky voice melting your limbs. "Do you even need me to stretch you out?"
You violently shook your head, squeezing around his fingers while he slipped them in and out slowly- no resistance. He watched you wiggle in the cuffs, reacting to his actions.
He bit his lip.
"No? Why don't you tell me what you want?"
"Fuck me," the words falling from your lips without any hesitation, "I need you."
"Yeah? Do you need your bunny's cock, sweetheart?"
You nodded, looking over your shoulder at his smug face.
"Say it. Beg for it."
"Please Min," you gulped, "I need your cock, need my bunny's cock, please."
You never thought that the sound of a belt unbuckling could have you weak in the knees. But as the metallic clinking broke the rythmic sound of your heavy breathing mingling together, goosebumps raised to the surface of your skin, shivers running down your spine.
He worked slowly, tantalisingly, the sound of the leather sliding through the belt loops of his slacks heightening your senses. Minho dropped it to the floor and you gasped, breath catching in your throat when the next sounds you heard were his zipper and a low chuckle.
"Are you ready?"
He kissed your neck, one hand wrapped around himself- lining up with your entrance. The other he dug into your shoulder, keeping you pinned.
"Y-Yes, I'm ready."
Your boyfriend pushed into you, taking a hold of your waist as he groaned out louder with every inch, resting his forehead on the back of your head.
"I want to hear you."
He bottomed out with no resistance, slowly pulling out until only his tip remained inside you-
"I want them to hear you."
Slamming back inside, he ripped gutteral moans out of your throat as your body thudded against the door with his every thrust.
"I want them all to know what I'm doing to you."
The rythmic pounding of the wood against the door frame, the poor little bathroom latch straining and clanking, the loud jingling of the handcuffs chains- Minho's deep groans, your desperate whimpers and moans, it wasn't hard to guess.
"Fuck," he breathed into your hair, grasping at your hips, shoving your pussy down on his cock to meet his every thrust. "You're so fucking wet."
You managed to open your eyes, your cheek wedged against the hard surface. Minho stared down, squeezing your flesh between his fingers, licking his lips- unable to take his eyes away from the sight of his cock dissapearing into you.
Flushed red face, intense and fierce, drops of sweat gathering under his chin. The bunny ears were slipping further and further down his head with every thrust just like you'd imagined and you felt like you were going insane.
He noticed you clenching wildly, his smirk stretching into a grin when he noticed you were fixated on his headband.
"Are you gonna cum?" He asked, tilting his head.
Your whines were getting louder, pitching up, and your hands were helplessly pulling against the handcuffs- if he hadn't had you pinned in place he was sure you'd have been squirming all over the place. He knew you were close.
You nodded wildly, screaming in pleasure as he slammed into you repeatedly, hitting that spongy spot inside of you with every hard stroke. So deep, so full, so fast. The knot in your stomach strained, barely holding itself together, little strings snapping every time his thrusts shoved you against the door.
"M-Minho.. oh god, I'm close!"
"That's it, fucking scream my name."
"Minho! Fuck, Min-!"
Ragged whimpers tumbled out of your mouth when you came, melting between your boyfriend and the door- your legs almost giving out underneath you. Minho squeezed your ass, throwing his head back- one, two, three more hard thrusts until he bottomed out and stayed there, emptying his cum into you with a relieved sigh.
In a swift movement, he pulled your panties back from the side, cupping your core with his palm.
"My snack for when we get home," he snickered, pulling down the back of your skirt, taking a second to admire your slumped, fucked out figure against the door. "Are you okay baby?"
"Mhm," you nodded dreamily, flexing your wrists as he twisted the little key in the lock of the cuffs to let them drop to the floor.
Minho's gentle touch to your cheeks was a deceptive switch up from his rough treatment of you a minute ago. He pressed his soft lips against yours, eyes sparkling when he pulled back with a pretty smile.
"Such a cute little bunny," you hummed.
"Careful," he smirked, "or I won't be able to wait until we get out of here."
"Yeah? What's stopping you?"
Knock! Knock!
Shit.
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so..... bunny leeknow?
i always see petplay kitty leeknow but never bunny leeknow and the potential is right there... he would be such a good bunny boy with his wittle ears and tail š„¹
this is for all my babygirls, I see your comments ladies, and they make me smile
I raise you that one time he dressed up as judy hopps, I wrote it, OOPS how did hot bunny minho in uniform with handcuffs get on my blog I cant believe this
AHH your writing is so good I'm obsessed (yet again apologizing for being a stalker šš) I've been *attempting* to write for lino lately and I keep second guessing myself like "would he really do this?" or "is this something he'd really say?" and I want to applaud you for relating to him so much amd being able to really portray him accurately in your writing. I always come here for inspiration when I feel the need to write and you always give me what I need to get started. love you babes ššš
THANK YOU AWW ILY
never apologise for being a stalker, we all do it don't even worry teehee. EEE that's so cute I can't believe you use my work as inspiration, I sometimes have to second guess myself too dw, it's hard to characterise someone so accurately all the time, I get it- it's a learning curve!
if you ever wanted to shoot me a few questions I'd be happy to help you out if you ever get super stuck with him, I love helping out with fics!! love you too babes š«¶
All you wanna do āāāā”
Genre: fluff, suggestive
Cw: idol!minho x gn!reader, minho being sexy while cooking, lots of touching and feeling, talking about sex, reader trying to get him to fuck basically (but it's fluffy)
Wc: 1.7k
Summary: All you wanna do is have your hands all over him, even when he's just trying to cook dinner.
AN: there's a(n un)funny joke in here which is very (un)funny
Immediately as you stepped into your apartment, you were greeted by the rich aroma of garlic and thyme wafting through the hallway, and you sighed into a smile. Minho was home before you were.
You stretched out your arms and hung your coat up, allowing yourself to relax your mind at the thought that dinner would be edible tonight. Well, more than edible, it would be a michelin star meal- to your tastes at least.
Your boyfriend remained humble no matter how much you showered his cooking in praise and compliments, crediting everything to his mother and her insistence on teaching him how to make his own food when he was growing up.
The sizzling in the kitchen drew you towards him like a moth to a flame, and you crept through the hallway, not wanting to startle him out of his chef-haze as you lovingly dubbed it.
His back was turnt to you, focused intently on the vegetables he was chopping, his hair catching on his eyelashes every time he moved to flick the herbs around with the butter in the frying pan beside him. Black t-shirt and joggers tied together with his favourite apron, and you couldn't forget the silly cat slippers that he continuously insists on wearing the minute he steps through the door even though you bought them as a joke gift.
You thought the squeaks they made everytime he took a step would get old very quickly, but they didn't- and he wears them all the time. They're actually quite handy for tracking him around the house.
And sometimes, if you're quiet, and he doesn't think you're watching, you catch him making baby jumps on the spot to hear the noises when he's been standing still for too long. He's cute.
He'll deny it if you point it out.
The sight of him made your heart swell with affection. His broad shoulders moved under the shirt with a kind of effortless grace as he stirred the pan, and you could just see the edges of his profile- strong jawline, high cheekbones, the slight curve of his lips as he hummed a tune you couldn't place.
You stood for a moment admiring him, leant against the doorframe, you could hardly describe the feeling in your body when you saw him.
It was like small little fireworks lit up your poor heart with just a glance, any glance, it was the same when you were dating and getting to know eachother, and it would always be the same. Being with Minho was like a constant honeymoon phase, and you didn't think it was ending anytime soon.
Your perfect man, perfect perfect, he had you so helpless all the time, wrapped around his little finger, he was a dream.
A dream you couldn't keep your hands off.
You stepped forward quietly, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, not content to just watch any longer. "Hey hot stuff," you whistled, your voice soft but teasing.
Minho looked over his shoulder immediately, his face lighting up with a smile that reached his pretty eyes, making them crinkle at the corners.
Yeah, you really were helpless.
"Trying to sneak up on me again, hm?"
"Did it work?"
"A little."
You grinned, giddily skipping over to him and slipping your arms around his waist, resting your head against his strong back. You couldn't help your wandering fingers from inching underneath his shirt, splaying your hands over his stomach and drinking in his body heat.
"Hi baby," he laughed softly, and you could feel the vibrations in his chest shake your head.
"Minho," you murmured, inhaling deeply, "it smells amazing in here."
Your self restraint was concerningly low, unable to resist keeping your hands still for more than a second before you were exploring the body you knew so well for the nth time.
"It's nothing special," he replied modestly, and you huffed out before he even finished his retort.
"Don't act like you're not cooking a michelin star meal," you teased, peeking over his shoulder. "Steak?"
He hummed, nodding his head. "Is that okay? I fancied it, but I can make you something else if-"
"Steak is perfect," you smiled, squeezing him gently. "I don't care what I eat, anything you could make is perfect."
Your hands settled over the soft muscle of his pecs, squishing him between your fingers and letting out the satisfied giggles that you always did when he let you play with his boobs.
He scoffed with a laugh, "I know you don't care, I have to force feed you nutrients half the time."
You playfully slapped his chest from under his shirt, giggling when he let out an over the top yelp and twisted around in your embrace, pulling you closer.
"Tell me I'm wrong."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a grin.
Minho's finger and thumb held your chin, tilting your face up to him- cocking an eyebrow to dare you to challenge him. You didn't, and his lips melted onto yours with a smile, buttering up your cheeks with kisses.
"How long left?"
"About 20 minutes."
You pushed out an exaggerated groan, still feeling him up- this time gliding your fingers over his shoulder blades, the man's shirt bunched up over your arms.
"That's so long."
"It's not."
"It is," you pouted, sticking your tongue out.
"Mm, what are you in a rush for?" He tilted his head knowingly, "hungry?"
"Very." You winked.
Minho laughed, but he didn't give you the intended reaction that you hoped to receive with your innuendo. That being he abandons the kitchen for the bedroom instead.
No, he turned back around and headed over to the sink, peering inside. Your hands slipped out from underneath the fabric.
"Can you do the dishes?" He asked.
"I will if you cook shirtless."
His lips quirked up, "why would I do that?"
"Apparently it makes the food taste better."
Minho raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, really? You think I don't know what you're up to?"
You giggled. "I can't do the dishes without entertainment."
He laughed, the sound warm and rich, filling the kitchen. "Is that so?"
"It is so so," you said with a mischievous grin. "What? I can be good."
"No you can't."
"I can!"
Minho shook his head, clearly amused. "Why don't you go see if there are any more dishes? I seem to remember someone leaving a cup and plate out there yesterday."
You huffed dramatically but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. Slowly shuffling into the front room, your eyes found the culprits that Minho was talking about- the ones you had in fact forgotten about from yesterday. You gathered the cup and plate, shaking your head at your own forgetfulness.
You spotted an empty glass on the coffee table that wasn't yours, and your face lit up mischevously as you swiped it to place with yours.
Something to rub in his face.
As you returned to the kitchen, any teasing that you were going to throw him back about the glass was forgotten, immediately replaced with a giggle of excitement.
Minho stood at the stove again, though with his shirt off, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing as he stirred the pan of vegetables is the view that you're greeted with when you step back in the room.
He rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile.
"Happy now?"
"Mhm," you replied, barely setting the stuff on the counter before you rushed closer to him.
Your fingertips grazed his honey skin, trickling down his spine and pressing into his cute little back dimples. He breathed in quietly.
"Dishes." He tutted and shook his head, but you could tell he was preening from the attention.
"Fine," you sighed wistfully, but you made no attempt to move besides your hands holding his lips- thumbs stroking circles into his sides.
He chuckled, looking behind at you as he added a dash of seasoning to the pan. "Would you stop trying to distract me?"
"Is it working?"
"No. I really want this steak," he laughed, the sizzling of the pan growing tenfold when he laid the two pieces of meat into the hot butter.
Your hands sneakily headed down, grabbing his ass with each palm and squeezing heartily. "But I really want this cake."
He yelped in shock, quickly turning and grabbing your hands- greeted by your coy smirk.
"What?" You pushed forward, "not my fault you're so tempting."
"You just can't take your hands off me can you?" He smiled, gently letting your hands free so he could hold your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Nope, it's all I wanna do."
"Too bad," he hummed, dipping down to kiss you. "You have to wait until after dinner."
"Min," you pouted, "please? I'll cook you a steak right after."
His subtle grimace made your fake scowl break into a laugh.
"Fine, then I'll cook you a steak if you don't come fuck me right now."
He giggled, biting his plush bottom lip and looking to the left at the door.
"See, you know you want me."
"Baby I always want you," Minho rolled his eyes, "but it'll be done in 10 minutes."
"We can be done in 10 minutes."
"Don't lie," he snickered, "if we could be done in 10 then I wouldn't be late for work so often, would I?"
You smirked, resting the side of your head on his shoulder, kissing the patch of his neck that he bared to you.
"Y/n."
"I can't believe you're turning down sex."
He shook his head, almost whining- like this was the hardest decision he'd ever had to make, "I'm not turning it down, just postponing."
"I don't think I'll be in the mood after I eat."
"Really?" He said exasperatedly.
"Unfortunately so," you grinned, gently closing your teeth around his skin.
"You're impossible," he huffed, his hands snaking under your thighs as he hoisted you up to carry you.
"You love it."
He chuckled, turning the heat of the stove off- leaving the half cooked steaks for him to deal with later when he was finally done with you.
"I do."
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Hi so can I just say that I cannot stop thinking about Siren.
You wrote it so insanely well that it the emotions just keep replaying in my mind. It is so hauntingly beautiful how, even as the reader, you made us get lured by him. I genuinely was lulled into a false sense of security and forgot that he's a damn siren and exactly what he was there to do.
I had to put my phone down and just stare at the wall for a good ten minutes in silence before I could finish it. I went through the same wave of emotions as the MC and you just EXECUTED IT SO DAMN WELL that I can't stop singing my praises omg
AW THANK YOU SO MUCH
this is such amazing feedback ily oh my god, I was trying to make it so that like we kinda knew that he was dangerous but we just didn't care because he was so charming and all until the very last minute, so I'm so happy to hear that it had the right effect!
the way I was trying to come up with a way to make it dark without making it like traditional sirens that just kill sailors was insane I was pondering for ages, but anyway I'm so so so glad you liked it thank you so much anon I love you sweet
teehee I too was lured in by siren minho
hi š®
I was wondering if you could make a story with the song "we don't talk anymore (Charlie Puth)" but with a happy ending š„¹
ā„Tysm
hi anon!!
as with the recent boycotts, I'm just not comfortable associating with an active zionist in any way as I personally am pro palestine and I just want to keep anything/anyone harmful away from my blog- so I'm just letting you and anyone else know about that before you make requests!! no hard feelings though, I've gotten a few song requests that I'm working on already, if you want a different one instead I'd be happy to get working on that as well!!
sorry!!
Let's all make ourselves as little guys! Everyone is welcome to join!
little guy maker / ć”ć£ć”ććć”ć¼ć«ć¼ my third picrew :0 (first two were years old, ive since deleted them) please credit @reelrollsweat on tumbl
Here's mine:
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RAHHHHH I LOVE MAKING PICREWS OF MYSELF
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Siren āāāā”
Genre: 18+, smut, angst
Cw: Siren!Minho x Sailor!FemReader, mentions of death/rebirth, betrayal, curses + supernatural, manipulation/compulsion, still consensual, pw(a little)p, unprotected sex, fingering (f recieving), control/submission kink, soft dom minho
Wc: 4.6k
Summary: Minho finds you alone and lost at sea, unfortunately his intentions aren't all that pure.
AN: curse me siren minho take me away I don't even care you can have me
Written in every old sailor's tale lies the legend of sirens, seductive ethereal beings who roam the oceans in pursuit of a poor sailor to capture within their charms. Though most sailors would tell you that their existence is just an old myth, that's because a siren only reveals their beauty when 3 precise conditions are met.
First, the human must find themselves alone, no crew, no friends, only them and the calm ocean waves and the black night sky. Only in solitude can a siren reveal themselves.
Second, the human must be heartbroken, no more emotional attachment to their current life- a siren's call only holds sway if the human is subconsciously ready to leave it all behind.
The third, most important rule, states that sirens must be unwaveringly certain that their prey will fall irrevocably in love with the idea of them.
If one were so unfortunate to catch a glimpse of a siren, their fate would have already been sealed- their souls already intertwined with the curse, forcing them to bend to the ocean's will.
Alone, heartbroken, and naive, you found yourself that fateful night, lost in the endless dark expanse of the ocean. Tears stained your cheeks, the anger that had boiled in you as your crew forced you off of your ship kicking and screaming into a little boat had long since faded to sadness, to despair. They had abandoned you, thrown you overboard knowing that the chance that you would find habitable land- let alone any at all, was slim.
With a heaviness weighing upon your heart, you layed back in your small rowboat, gazing up at the glowing white moon hanging in the sky.
There wasn't any sound that interrupted the gentle rythym of the ocean waves licking the sides of the wood, each rise and fall of the boat mimicking your chest as you sighed. The vast nothingness surrounding you was nothing more than a haunting embrace now. You had cried for hours, foolishly thrown the food they loaded the little vessel with over the edge into the water in anger- now your body was eating away at your brain with regret.
There was nothing left for you anymore.
Nothing left in the flask of safe drinking water, nothing left to eat in your boat apart from yourself, nothing left in the entire ocean to save you from death.
Yet you still couldn't feel any more rage, any more sadness, any more.. anything.
This was it.
This was the end.
With nothing but the emptiness gnawing at your soul, you considered finally surrendering to the ocean. But just as you were about to give in to the numbness of the waves, a gentle hum stirred you awake again. Reluctantly you opened your eyes, but it seemed to fade away when you actively tried to hear it.
Blinking away the haze of exhaustion, you shook your head slightly, deciding that you must be at the point of dehydration-induced hallucinations. You allowed your heavy eyelids to flutter shut once more, seeking refuge in the darkness.
Lock me in this dream.
But the melody came back, evolving from a simple to hum to a voice, words, lyrics even- to a love song. No, it was.. haunting, it wasn't a love song. Not really.
Don't let me go.
With a jolt, you sat up, heart pounding in your chest, gripping the sides of your little boat tightly. You swung your head around, scanning the deep blue waves stretching in every direction, but there was nothing to be seen except miles and miles of nothing.
Our story was beautiful.
Still the lyrics continued, as clear as if whoever it was was sat right next to you singing, its haunting sound cutting through the silence.
But now you're just a memory.
"Hello?" Your voice broke the enchanting melody, raspy from not being used.
The song ceased, and your heart seemed to start beating out of your chest with anxiety at the absence of company it left in its wake. With only a few lyrics, you had grown attached to the possibility that someone was out here with you.
Come back.
Your mind blanked as you watched the tip of a tail breach the surface of the water, too large to belong to any normal fish. It swirled gracefully, creating ripples that danced around it as if it was greeting you.
Now you really were hallucinating.
Maybe you had already passed on, this couldn't be real right?
Despite your disbelief, you tentatively waved back, a hesitant smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
The moonlight shone a shimmering glow upon the tail's beautiful green scales, just barely illuminating its graceful form as it hovered below the surface of the water. Dangerously intrigued, you tilted your head, pushing forward slightly over the edge of your boat- squinting in an attempt to turn the shadow underneath into a silhouette.
You gasped slightly when your eyes made out a striking resemblance to a human figure beneath the water- but it seemed to shy away at your reaction. The peek of its tail that it allowed you to have vanished back under the water, and your pulse raced with fear and fascination.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," you whispered, glancing over the waves with upturned eyebrows, waiting for it to come back.
Your heart skipped a beat as the boat rocked suddenly, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through your veins. With another sharp gasp, you leaned back, gripping both of the edges tightly as you braced yourself.
Whatever it was, it must have quickly swam directly underneath you, the rush of the water rocking you side to side. Eyes wide, you held your breath and looked over the edge, not daring to move from the complete center of your boat in fear of capsizing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the same gentle voice spoke, carrying across the water a teasing lilt as it mimicked you.
"Who are you?" you asked, glancing around in every direction, unable to pinpoint the whereabouts of the voice.
"My name is Lee Minho," came the reply, the words sending a shiver down your spine.
"What do you want?" you asked, raising your own voice as you tried to steady your nerves, your breath coming in sharp bursts.
There was a moment of silence, broken only by the monotonous lapping of waves against the side of the boat, before he responded.
"I want to help you."
"W-Why?" you stammered, the question lingering in the air as you waited for his response, your heart pounding in your chest.
"A pretty sailor like yourself shouldn't be all alone out here."
He spoke so softly that you didn't have any room to doubt his intentions, a little laugh escaping your lips as you looked down. Despite the circumstances, a sense of warmth washed over you at his words, a flicker of gratitude mingling with the shrinking uncertainty that clouded your mind.
"What is your name?"
"Y/n."
"Tell me what happened to you," he hummed, the sweetness of his voice gliding through the air, still blanketed in mystery.
Your throat tightened as memories stirred within you, but you shook your head in response. "Can I.. can I see you first?"
"I apologize," he chuckled softly, the sound rippling through the air as the water surface broke on your left, causing you to turn towards the disturbance.
There it was again, the tip of the tail, its emerald scales catching in the moonlight as it flopped over the edge of the wooden boat. And then two hands folded over the opposite side, making you gasp and draw back.
You watched as he lifted his head out of the water, his features also illuminated by the moon's soft glow. Sparkly brown eyes met yours, like the stars themselves were staring at you.
Your bottom jaw dropped slightly in awe at the breathtaking beauty before you. As he tilted his head, brushing his dark hair away from his forehead, a hauntingly ethereal smile graced his lips, sending a shiver down your spine.
"How could I be so rude?"
Something about him stirred a longing within you, a deep want to reach out towards him, to let him take you into the depths of the sea, to let him help you.
With just his presence and his voice, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a feeling of belonging that you had never known before- let alone out here at sea.
"You're beautiful," you mumbled, the words escaping your lips in a small whisper, unable to tear your gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before you.
The longer you stared into his eyes, the more everything around you seemed to fade away, the boundaries of your vision blurring until only he remained, a beacon of hope in the loneliness of the neverending water.
Your mind was quickly being consumed by an overwhelming desire to be as close to him as physically possible.
"Won't you tell me why you're all alone?" he asked, breaking the silence with a sense of tender curiosity.
"My... crew, they threw me overboard."
As you spoke, you felt yourself drawn closer to him, like you were being pulled towards him by a magnet.
He frowned at your words, a flicker clouding his mesmerizing gaze before he dipped back underneath the water. His sudden disappearance prompted a surge of panic within you, a primal instinct urging you to follow him into the depths below like he and you were attached with handcuffs.
Without hesitation, you leaned over the edge of the boat- almost turning it over, your heart racing, fingers grazing the surface of the water in a desperate attempt to reach him. It felt as though you were being pulled under, just the short wall of the boat keeping you from following him in that split second.
Minho's soft hand intertwined with yours, his touch gentle yet firm as he pulled himself back to the surface, his movements graceful as he rested on the boundary between the air and the water. With a thoughtful expression on his beautiful face, he gazed up at the moon, a soft glow lighting on the drops of water left in his hair.
"Don't go," you whispered, the words leaving your lips in a small plea as you tightened your grip on his hand.
He looked over at you then, those golden brown eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and contemplation. For a moment he remained silent, his expression unreadable as he seemed to search your eyes for something, tilting his head.
Then his other arm breached the water, a gentle hand reaching out to hold your cheek in a tender embrace. He was so delicate that it almost brought tears to your eyes.
"Might they come back for you? Your crew?" Minho asked, his eyebrow cocking slightly as he pulled himself further up, his gaze searching yours for any hint of uncertainty.
"They won't," you sighed, shaking your head.
For a moment you were slightly shocked by the smile that graced Minho's lips, the warmth of his touch soothing as he stroked your face comfortingly.
"Then you will be mine," he murmured softly.
As the two of you gazed into each others eyes, you knew that you had subconsciously accepted your fate- that his intentions weren't all good, but you couldn't have brought your conscious self to care.
"Are you a merman?" you asked, the question that had been lingering at the edge of your thoughts finally escaping your lips.
You only needed confirmation. Then you'd give yourself to him.
Minho's expression softened at your question. "I am a siren," he replied.
"Are you going to kill me?"
His boba eyes swirled with something like sadness, you thought, his voice as steady as ever. "I want to help you, I can give you a new life, a second chance."
There was a glimmer of hope blooming deep within you as you heard his words. A second chance? A new life?
You knew that surrendering to him meant giving your life, stepping into the unknown- but you also knew that it had been a chance you were willing to take from the moment you locked eyes.
"How... What happens?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you braced yourself.
"You give away your human life, and you are reborn," he explained, his words carrying a weight of inevitability that sent a shiver down your spine, like he was telling you the future, not giving you a choice.
"As... a siren? Like you? With you?"
"Yes, like me, my love," Minho replied, his voice soft and reassuring as he moved his hand to your shoulder, the other gently tilting your chin towards him, drawing you closer until your lips were just inches apart.
"Now all you have to do is say it," Minho whispered, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned in impossibly closer. "Say you give your life to me."
You gulped, the weight of his words heavy yet somehow liberating. With a trembling breath, you opened your mouth slightly, the words tumbling out so quietly that if it weren't for his haunting smile, you wouldn't have even believed he heard them.
"I give my life to you."
With a romantic tenderness, Minho finally pressed his soft lips to yours, the kiss filled with so much longing and passion that it made your head spin. His hand moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer, drawing you down to the water until your faces were submerged, your lips still locked.
You felt a sense of weightlessness, like he was sucking all the remnants of the bad emotions away, a feeling of freedom washing over you.
The boat teetered on the edge of capsizing, a 45 degree angle, the edge almost letting the ocean inside until he released you. The boat rocked upwards, sending you lurching to the other edge. Your instinct was to follow forward, to find him again in the embrace of the water, but before you could act, he popped up, his chest resting against the edge of the boat while his arms and head balanced on your side.
"Come closer," Minho commanded, his voice a mesmerizing authority that seemed to pull you in like the tide, compelling you to obey him without question.
As if you were in a trance, you did, drawn by the allure of his entire being.
It was like you had relinquished control to him entirely.
The siren held your face gently, his touch tender as his thumb traced over your lips, leaving a trail of warmth despite the cold in the air. Slowly, his hands descended, caressing your neck with a feather-light touch, his fingertips brushing over your shoulders and holding the collar of your shirt.
You melted into him, and played with the ends of his black hair as he slowly undid the buttons.
He ran his fingers over you in fascination, as if dry skin was so unknown to him, had never been explored. He traced the contours of your torso, his touch igniting sparks within you that you could barely contain. You shuffled closer to the edge.
Without warning, he leaned in for another deep kiss, his lips meeting yours with an urgency that mirrored your desire. This time he brought himself up, rising from the water to pull you closer.
His lips dipped lower, trailing a path of soft kisses along your neck and collarbones, each touch igniting a wave of pleasure that coursed through your body and lit your nerves alight. A sigh escaped you as you held the back of his head.
"M-Minho."
His tongue ran down your sternum, coursing off to the left where he traced your hardened nipple- sucking it between his plush lips as his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled your chest against his face as much as he could.
Struggling to keep your vision unblurred, you blinked away the haziness that came with him lavashing you with kisses- focusing on the changing shadow of his lower body under the water instead.
"Oh, Minho!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening in astonishment as you noticed the absence of his fish tail, replaced now by two feet, unmistakably human.
There was no longer a creature of the sea hanging on your boat- no, a real man. Beautiful, enchanting, seductive, but a real man nonetheless.
As the realization dawned upon you, a surge of wonder and disbelief filled your heart.
"You've given your body to me," he murmured into you, his words a gentle tickle against your skin. "Allow me to repay the favour."
The siren- no, man, pulled himself up and climbed into your boat, his movements somehow still as graceful as ever as you gasped at the sight of him.
All of him.
You couldn't help the squeak of surprise that escaped your lips as he immediately surged forward to capture you once again in his embrace. Half of his weight pressed you down into the wooden planks beneath, the other half being held up by his strong arms as he gazed down at you from above.
For a moment, you layed there in stunned silence, nothing except the erratic beating of your heart disrupting the waves of desire emmanating from the both of you.
Something trickled down from the bottom of your stomach to in-between your legs as your wide eyes took in the sight of his toned body- muscles dripping with water, glistening in the moonlight. With every freezing drop that landed on you, goosebumps raised on your skin, jolting your nerves awake.
Your senses were electrified and reacting to every sensation like you had a blindfold on. The subtle smell of salt and cloudy sea foam invaded your mind, and you could taste it on him too as he licked the moans from the tip of your tongue.
"Will you let me show you my gratitude?" He asked, dipping down again to bring more small bruises to the surface of your skin, decorating your chest like it was a canvas.
"Y-Yes, of course I will."
He hummed approvingly, one hand dancing down your stomach until the plane of skin he was so thoroughly admiring gave way to a worn leather skirt. Minho's eyebrows furrowed.
"Then take this off."
You made quick work of his command, removing your belt and undoing the intricate buttons and zips until it lay underneath you, useless, letting him see the rest of your naked body. You wondered if he couldn't navigate it. Maybe he had been a siren for a very long time.
Happy that there were no more obstacles, he continued to trace his fingers down your skin- a teasing smile pulling at the corners of his mouth when you held your breath.
"Y/n," he spoke softly, the first time he had used your name.
And oh, did it sound so delicious in that velvety, enchanting voice.
You looked up, finding his twinkling brown eyes searching your face for your reactions. Minho's slender fingers felt between your folds, his eyebrows raising in subtle surprise.
"So wet, not like your skin."
You gulped, audibly releasing a shaky sigh.
The man wasted no time in pushing a slender finger inside you, the heel of his palm grinding against your embarrassingly already swollen clit- drawing out a long whine from your throat.
Would it be more embarrassing to admit you had been dripping for him since he showed himself to you?
"Beautiful," he cocked his head gently, not looking down- but still at your face and how it contorted as he started to slowly pump in and out of you. "I couldn't resist taking you- out here.. all alone."
He found and massaged that spongy spot inside of you immediately, licking his lips at how your back arched when he wiggled a second finger in.
"Perhaps you lured me in."
His thumb drew tight circles around your clit while his middle fingers thrusted into you quicker and quicker, his pace speeding up and slowing down sporadically until you gripped his arm- feeling the tendons in his wrist flex erotically.
"M-Minho," you moaned, your jaw falling slack, "oh god."
"Yes, my love?"
"I'm close."
The words fell from your lips in a tangled mess with your erratic breaths, chest stuttering up and down as your body tried to account for the feel of him unwinding the tightly strung knot in your abdomen.
"Let go."
Your bottom lip turned white where you bit it so tightly you feared you could draw blood, your shoulders heaving up and down- slightly scratching against the uncomfortable wooden bottom of the boat.
"Do as I say," he commanded, slightly lifting his chin. "Remember, you surrendered yourself to me."
Loud, unabashed moans tumbled from you as your hands grappled the mans biceps for stability, gushing all over his fingers, clenching and trying to close your legs- but he didn't let you.
His lips pressed chaste kisses down your neck after you bared it to him.
"Minho," you whispered, cupping his cheeks and pulling his head up to yours.
You were still catching your breath, but you sacrificed it to slot your lips together once more, fingers tangling in his hair. It was like you were drowning when he wasn't kissing you and you weren't touching him, the haze in your mind couldn't have spread any further, every synapse bent on letting him have you.
"I'm yours, take me."
The illusion of free will was well and truly shattered.
Every cell in your body, down to the very fibre of your being, ached for him. Something was wired different in your brain, you felt the changes, the buzzing in your veins.
"Please," you mumbled, pulling at his arms, his shoulders, his lower back- your legs wrapping around his waist. "Minho, please."
You couldn't have been any more desperate.
He hummed lowly with a knowing smile, lining himself up with your entrance, his eyes swirling with lust as he held your hips firmly to the bottom of the boat.
"Don't let go of me," he whispered.
You wouldn't dare.
His teeth closed around a patch of your neck when he slowly pushed in, drawing a whine from your lips.
"Oh, fuck."
"May I move?" Minho tilted his head, one hand coming up to caress your cheek.
"N-not yet," you shook your head, subconsciously clenching around him. "Sorry."
You breathed in and squeezed your eyes shut. Adjusting to his size was hard, he was big- despite the fact he was still dripping wet and you were dripping wet, the friction still burned. You had to take a moment to adjust to him splitting you open.
"Don't apologise."
The former siren's soft hand snaked down, gently rubbing your clit and listening to your gradually relaxing sighs while he helped you get used to being so full.
"Okay," you nodded, your shoulders rising as you braced yourself. "Move, you can move."
Minho fucked you slowly, passionately, so attentively. His strokes reached so deep inside of you that you couldn't keep quiet, he perfectly fit- like he was made for you. Almost too perfect, but you couldn't even fathom thinking about that when he was splitting you open so devotedly, dedicating his body to you, giving you everything.
He talked you through it all, calling you pretty names, saying you were doing so well for him, giving up your body- he said he was so grateful, babbling his thanks while your toes were curling and your back was arching.
"Still okay, pretty sailor?"
Your eyes were practically rolling back. You kept your promise, never daring to let you go as he reached your soul with every thrust, circling your clit with his thumb, making you lose your mind.
You were pretty sure you already had.
"Mm, can't speak?" He smiled, nudging your cheek with his nose, slipping his tongue into your mouth for a lazy kiss. "Is it too much y/n?"
Registering his words, you hiccuped out a no, shaking your head and clinging to him even harder. "No, pl-please, Min-"
"Shh, it's okay," he softly pressed his lips to your nose, cheeks, jaw. "Are you close now?"
You nodded frantically. He kept bullying into you slowly, not letting up for a second.
"Let go for me, okay? Give me another."
Like a spell, like your mind and body were under his command- you did exactly as you were told.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, pressing your arching body against him as you almost convulsed from the wave of pleasure he forced on you. Clenching around his cock, you moaned loudly right into his ear until he groaned himself, squeezing your flesh in his hands while he filled you with cum.
The two of you took a minute to catch up with your breathing. Minho let go of you, pressing his hands into the wood below to lift his weight off of you slightly, those sparkly eyes surveying your face.
You smiled up at him blissfully, and the corners of his mouth turned up at your reaction before he flopped down into the little space next to you.
He hummed the same melody that had captured your heart as he placed one hand on your chest, using his finger to trace the little bruises left over your skin while he propped your head up on his other arm.
As the two of you lay side by side in the little rowboat, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you.
A new life, huh?
You felt his hand playing with the ends of your hair while you stared up at the moon with him, silently drinking in the stars and the faint pretty colours that decorated the vast blackness. You felt like you were drifting away into bliss, until a little whisper spoken into your ear cut through the quiet.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice scarily apathetic.
Minho's arms snaked underneath you, lifting your body and throwing you overboard without warning- a surge of fear and almost betrayal quickly replacing the love and adoration you'd felt seconds before. Realisation dawned upon you like a bolt of lightning, the truth clearing your lusted mind, but it was already too late.
It had been too late to save yourself since the second you saw him.
With a scream, you fell into the cold ocean, the water enveloping you like cruel tendrils pulling you under, the curse transforming your once human legs into an eerily beautiful turquoise tail.
You had been warned about the sirens plenty of times, you knew that they weren't to be trusted, that their charm was fake, beauty a lie. Yet you still fell victim to Minho's allure, one you couldn't even imagine after taking a final look at his blank gaze.
Lock me in this dream.
Your illusion of him shattered as he cocked his head to the side, watching you disappear under the surface with no emotion in those twinkling brown eyes that you could've leapt into meer moments ago.
Don't let me go.
Now you were just another victim, just another siren cursed to roam the ocean depths in search of unsuspecting sailors to capture with your charm.
Our story was beautiful.
You sang your sorrows every day, your voice echoing through the depths of the water, each word a copy of the haunting lyrics that had ensnared you into Minho's grasp.
But now you're just a memory.
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Beginner's luck āāāā”
Genre: 18+, smut, fluff
Cw: yoga instructor!minho x yoga student!reader, excessive good girl, light praise/praise kink, soft dom min, oral (m recieving), fingering (f recieving), slight body worship, minho being sexy as fuck (as usual), he makes you watch (gasp)
Wc: 6.1k
Summary: You definitely did not turn up to the beginners class, but luckily Minho offers to give you some extra help afterward
AN: YOOOOO I definitely should've been revising instead of writing this but I had extreme yoga instructor min brainrot
The decision to splurge on a month of yoga classes was actually not one you intended to make.
Initially, it seemed like a brilliant idea, a months subscription to Seoul's most luxurious leisure centre, a treat for both your body and your mind- one you had been needing lately. Yet, as reality dawned in on you after the purchase had been made, it became apparent that perhaps you should've let your eyes wander over the small print and not just the price tag and the length of the subscription.
You had assumed, rather naively, that paying that unholy number included access to the entire gym facility. Oh, how wrong you were. Instead, you found yourself committed to a month of yoga classes alone, without the added benefit of gym amenities. Without the perks and the pool and the huge gym and the sports courts- the deal wasn't looking so good anymore.
Now, you were tasked with justifying this financial tragedy by vowing to attend every class religiously, to apologize for the unintentional trauma you had inflicted on your poor bank account.
Lesson learned: always read the fine print.
Upon your arrival at the studio on the first day, you felt a little out of place with the rest of the women in the class, and a subtle sense of apprehension mingled with your already tense nerves. You took a place in the front row by the wall, setting up your mat and sitting to mirror everyone else in the room. They all seemingly knew eachother already, conversations filling the studio as the clock ticked to 11am.
The hour was marked by the appearance of the class instructor, pushing the door to the studio open and immediately capturing your entire focus with how he shone like a beacon. He possessed an unmistakable allure just from looking at him, like he had just come back from a magazine cover shoot.
As he stepped into the room, a palpable shift in energy swept through the space. The once lively chatter dwindled to a hushed murmur- the man doing nothing but smile to garner the attention of every pair of eyes in the room, an awe settling over you. It was as if time itself slowed as he placed his bag down in front of you.
Within seconds your perfect view of the model was covered by the women in the class stumbling over themselves to offer him help in setting up- they were all wrapped around his finger, and you considered for a second that this man was what drove the price for these yoga classes so high.
The instructor politely accepted the help like this adoration was just part of his daily routine, laughing with them as they asked about his night- if he slept well, how his cats were doing.
Cats, he had cats.
A charming smile and a cascade of thank yous somehow guided everyone back to their mats- it was evident that he possessed a natural magnetism, a quality that drew others to him like moths to a flame.
As the room settled, his gaze, warm and inviting, drifted over to you, momentarily causing your heart to skip a beat. His smile, radiant and genuine, seemed to light up the entire space, infusing it with an undeniable warmth. It was a smile that could have easily knocked you off your feet if you weren't already sat down. In that moment, it felt as though the world had paused. For some reason, you had the sense for a second that you were the only person in the room to him.
When his gaze locked onto yours, you imperceptibly gasped, momentarily caught off guard by his intensity. Quickly averting your eyes, you reached for your water bottle, feigning nonchalance as you took a sip to mask the rising blush creeping up your neck. You felt like he was setting you alight just by looking at you.
God, surely a man so perfect couldn't be real.
There had to be a catch. He must be overly conceited and cocky, or even an outright asshole. Maybe he's one of those men that make women fall for him so that he can play with their feelings- like a fuckboy or something.
He couldn't have been blessed with a face like that and also have the personality of a genuinely good guy.
As you summoned the courage to look back up, you were taken aback to find the instructor (model) seated directly in front of you, that sweet and gentle grin still adorning his face. He extended his hand towards you, a warm invitation in his eyes.
"Lee Minho, it's nice to meet you," he said with a playful lilt in his tone. "Ever done yoga before?"
Oh wow. He was even more gorgeous up close. You couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous excitement in the pit of your stomach as you tentatively reached out to shake his hand.
"Uh, no, first time," you managed to say, your laughter laced with a hint of awkwardness as you shook his hand a few times, trying to ignore the sparks and warmth that spread from your fingertips to your entire body.
"No worries, you're in good hands," he spoke reassuringly, his demeanor instantly putting you at ease. "What's your name?"
What a man.
Oh, right, your name.
"My name is y/n," you managed to reply, offering a nervous giggle as your eyes kept accidentally glancing down- surveying his body.
Minho leaned back onto his hands, tilting his head to the side, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of captivation wash over you. His black vest was doing nothing to hide the gorgeous tanned skin of his chest from you, which you were very grateful for. He wore two chains that dangled down his neck, highlighting his collarbones, and his grey sweatpants were doing everything for his thighs.
You wanted to take a bite.
"Pretty name," he complimented with a charming smile, his words sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It was as if he knew he had short-circuited your brain, so without waiting for a response from you, he continued, "If you're confused, just let me know, and I'll come help."
Wow.
Throughout the session, you found yourself in need of Minho's guidance more often than you'd care to admit. It quickly became apparent that your lack of preparation was a concerning hindsight, coupled with the fact that you didn't know half of the words he was telling you, let alone what position they meant, left you at a distinct disadvantage compared to the other attendees. As Minho effortlessly led the class through a series of challenging poses, you couldn't help but feel a sense of bewilderment wash over you.
You found yourself looking around the room cluelessly, trying to mimic their movements before anyone realised that yet again you didn't have a clue what was going on. It was a futile effort, because your attempts just resulted in awkward contortions that left you feeling more frustrated than yoga enlightened.
Though Minho's keen eye caught onto your struggle, and with a reassuring smile, he made his way over to offer assistance each time. Patiently and with gentle encouragement, he guided you through each pose that you couldn't get, providing helpful adjustments and corrections along the way.
Once the session was drawing to a close, you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you. While everyone else slowly started to filter out of the studio one by one, you found yourself lingering near the door, unsure of how to approach Minho.
You definitely had to apologize for being so difficult, for taking up so much of his time- but you honestly didn't want to just give up straight away. You couldn't, really, not after the money you spent on this month.
Maybe he had a beginner class, something better suited for your level of knowledge.
"Minho," you spoke from the doorway, catching his attention. "Do you have a minute?"
He flashed you a soft smile and slipped his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. "Sure, come in, what's up?"
"Well, I just wanted to apologize for... not being very good," you chuckled slightly, noting the way his eyebrows furrowed slighty. "I didn't even realize I signed up for such a difficult class, so-"
"No need to apologize, we were all beginners once," he interrupted gently, his tone warm and understanding.
"Right, that's what I wanted to ask," you clasped your hands together, a sense of hopefulness creeping into your voice. "Do you do... a beginner class?"
"I don't, unfortunately," he smiled pityfully, his expression sympathetic. "They're run by another instructor."
You hummed sadly, a tinge of disappointment coloring your thoughts. So, it was either take an easier yoga class, or not get to stare at this model of a man as he showed you how flexible he was? It seemed that finding a class tailored to your.. needs would be more challenging than anticipated.
"But, if you're free, I could stick around for a bit and give you some extra help? Free of charge, of course," Minho offered, his tone genuine.
Apparently, this man was perfect. An angel both inside and out, nothing like the poorly constructed view you had of him at the beginning, simply because he was gorgeous.
Your eyebrows raised, full of hope and excitement at the unexpected offer from him.
"Are you sure? I mean... I've literally never done half of those poses before, I'm-" you began, your words faltering as his pretty laugh cut you off, leaving you completely captivated by the man in front of you.
"Don't worry about it, I've got you, alright?" he reassured, his smile warm and reassuring.
Just then, you knew that you would also be part of the demographic of his class that were stumbling over themselves to be his personal yoga mat tomorrow morning.
To be under this man.. what a dream.
"Roll out your mat again, I'm just going to refill my bottle," Minho grinned, baring his perfect teeth in a charming smile to you. "Want me to do yours too?"
"Oh, I'm good thank you," you smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his offer.
The instructor nodded with a smile, and you couldn't keep your eyes away from the way his shoulder blades glided underneath his black vest as he left you alone in the studio. The sight left you momentarily speechless, a swirl of not so innocent emotions stirring within you.
You let out the breath that you'd unknowingly been holding, along with a giddy laugh at the insane situation. You could barely concentrate on the yoga when it was the whole class, let alone now that you were going to have his undivided attention. As you rolled out your mat once again, you couldn't help but wonder how you were going to stay sane with him right next to you, guiding you through each pose with his body heat so close.
Oh, would he touch you? Would he place those beautiful hands on you again, manoeuvre you into any way he wanted you?
"Ready to get started?" Minho asked as he reappeared at the door to his studio.
You nodded eagerly, a sense of anticipation coursing through your veins as he approached. When he held out his hand for you to stand from the mat you didn't hesitate to take it. With a gentle tug, he effortlessly lifted you to your feet, and you couldn't help but giggle like a lovestruck teenager at his entire focus being on you. His gorgeous smile only added to the fluttering of your heart.
"Alright, so, which positions did you struggle the most with?" he asked first, his voice warm and encouraging.
You paused for a moment, pursing your lips and feeling an embarrassed blush tint your cheeks.
"Oh," you chuckled nervously. "I guess... all of them?"
Minho didn't judge you, his eyes still filled with that same gentle understanding that made you 100% sure he was some god among men.
"That's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We'll work through them together, let's start with the basics."
"Alright," you pouted.
"Do you remember warrior?"
Your stomach bursted full with butterflies at the approving hum and nod he gave you when you slipped into what you hoped was the correct position. It felt like a small victory at least: correctly remembering one pose from the class.
Minho's hands gently held your waist, his touch light yet firm as he guided them forward an inch. You felt a shiver run down your spine as one of his hands snaked across to the small of your back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. He pressed forward, encouraging you to arch your spine, his hold on you soft yet commanding.
"Perfect, that's it," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.
Oh god.
You were almost breathless, feeling his palms run across your body to correct your positioning, his face so close making it much more intimate than you thought it would be.
Not that you minded of course.
"Now reverse it for me," he spurred you on.
But you didn't quite catch the full sentence, your brain was too focused on the fact that he had specifically used the words 'for me'.
For me.
He could probably get you to do anything he wanted if he just added 'for me' at the end, he had you wrapped around his little finger and you had only laid eyes on him 2 hours ago.
Lost in your thoughts, you blinked down at the ground for a second before properly processing his words. With a nod, you simply switched out your legs to mirror the position.
He let out an endearing little giggle at your action, making you look up at him, a redness blossoming on your cheeks.
"Reverse warrior," he prompted gently, his voice laced with encouragement.
"Oh! ..I'm sorry," you mumbled, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over you.
"Don't apologize, it was my mistake,"
Minho's palm traveled up your torso, applying gentle pressure on your center of gravity to guide you backwards. Though with it he took the hem of your floaty top, his pinky resting on the skin of your lower stomach- driving you wild.
With a deft movement, he took one arm down to the back of your knee, guiding you slowly into the pose he wanted you in. Then he slid the other hand up to your arm, his fingers gently dancing up to your wrist- drawing goosebumps to the skin with every touch, and he pushed your arm upright.
"There, that's more like it," he laughed, his eyes sparkling with pride as he gazed down at your upside-down face. "You're doing great."
"Thank you," you smiled bashfully, the tips of your ears flushing.
"Stand up," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "I need to see how flexible you are before we try any difficult positions."
Oh god.
The rapidly increasing clouded part of your mind wanted to reply that you could be as flexible as he wanted you to be- but rationally, you weren't all that bendy.
Then, your eyes fell to his lips as his tongue peaked out to wet them and the rational part of your brain slowly started to melt away.
He was probably very flexible, right? And he probably had lots of ..stamina.
"Can you touch your toes?"
You nodded eagerly, remembering how you used to be able to. But as you bent over, you quickly realized that your fingers just didn't want to cooperate anymore, falling short of reaching your toes, and you couldn't help but groan in frustration.
"Apparently not anymore."
"Would you like me to help? It might burn a little."
"Please," you nodded, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through you as his fingers gently slid around your waist.
He stepped closer, your ass pressed against him as he leant forward, his chest flush against your back. With his weight pressing down on you, you immediately felt the effects in your calves, a dull ache beginning to spread through your muscles. But you quite literally could not have cared less if he was going to press himself on you like this.
He curled his hands around your arms, and he pushed you further down until your fingers touched your toes, spurring a little hiss to escape your lips.
"You feel it?" Lee Minho hummed, his voice lowered to a whisper, taking into account your closeness and the otherwise silentness of the room.
His palms held your hips again, comfortingly rubbing up and down.
"Yeah," you replied, your voice barely above a breath.
"Do you want to stop?" he inquired softly, his concern palpable in the air.
"No... It's fine," you shook your head. It really was fine if he was going to continue to whisper into your ear like that. You could put up with the burn if that's the price to pay.
No pain no gain.
"Good girl," he smiled, his words sending a wave of hotness cascading through you, almost making your knees buckle right then and there.
His hands slid down, coming to rest on each of your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. You sucked in a breath. But it wasn't until he gave a little squeeze to signal you that the most embarrassing hiccup ripped its way out of your throat.
"That'll do," he said, his voice reassuring as he gently guided you back to an upright position.
You let him lift you up, hiding your raging blush behind your hair. You were acutely aware of just how close you were to Lee Minho, chest pressed against your back- breath hitting the back of your ear for a second until he stepped back. His presence was both thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once.
"What about the splits, can you do them?"
"Almost," you shrugged, feeling a sense of determination welling up within you. With a deep breath, you sank to the floor and spread your legs as far as they would go, determined to prove yourself to him. But to your dismay, you quickly realized that your flexibility was just downright embarrassing when faced with a professional yoga instructor
You looked up at Minho's amused smirk, feeling a shiver cascade down your back as he sat down behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. His close proximity sent your poor heart racing, the warmth of his body seeping into yours and filling you with desire.
"Want my help again?" he offered, his voice soft and reassuring.
"Yeah," you sighed with infatuation, a giddy smile worming its way onto your mouth at his offer.
"I need you to tell me when it hurts so you don't overexert yourself, okay?" he asked, his tone gentle yet firm. Upon seeing your nod of agreement, he placed his hands back on the inside of your thighs, his grip stronger this time, causing a rush of heat to flood your cheeks.
As he began to gently guide you into the stretch, with each movement, you found yourself working overtime to ensure that he wouldn't hear your deep breathing start to stutter.
He pulled slightly, observing your reaction before pulling again and again, caressing the inside of your legs, giving you a chance to tell him to stop. But the words didn't come, the ache in your muscles dulled by the warmth of his touch and the arousal bubbling in your abdomen.
As he continued to guide you deeper, you couldn't help but feel a sense of determination welling up within you. The way he smiled like he was impressed only fueled your desire to keep going, even though every muscle in your legs were screaming in protest.
Your body forced you forward, leaning on your palms to try and accommodate the unnatural discomfort in your pelvis as he stretched you to your limit.
"I'm okay," you swallowed, wanting him to continue.
Minho then repeated the motions again, pulling your legs ever so slightly and then stopping, each movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your flexibility. But just as you were about to reach your limit, he paused, his expression filled with concern.
"Are you sure this isn't hurting?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"It's fine," you replied, your voice wavering with the new ache in your muscles. "I can push through it."
"No, you're a beginner, you can't," Minho said sternly, his voice laced with concern as he immediately relaxed his grip on your thighs.
Instinctively, your legs drew closer, back to a natural spread instead of almost a straight line.
"I told you to tell me if it started to hurt."
You were acutely aware of the sensation of his hair tickling your neck, the warmth of his breath bouncing off of your ear, the firmness of his biceps pressing against your arms.
You hadn't wanted to disappoint him, quite the opposite in fact. The thought of impressing him had been your driving force, but you felt a little guilty that he was trying to genuinely help- and you wanted his attention.
Only a little guilty, because the rest of what you felt was fucking turned on that he was telling you off.
"I'm sorry," you murmured, a pang of regret at having ignored his earlier instructions. "I just.. I wanted to impress you."
Minho's expression softened at your words, and he let out a small sigh. He carressed your thighs, running his hands comfortingly up and down- he reassured you that it was okay, his touch however doing nothing to calm the raging storm inside of you.
"You need to listen to your body, okay? That's the most important thing."
In that moment, as you gazed behind at him, all your body was telling you was how badly you wanted this man to take your body however he wanted it. How he could push you into any position he wanted you in, use you however he wanted to.
"Is it hurting now?"
He leaned forward, his fingers dancing closer and closer and your pulse was spiking higher and higher that you could barely register his question over your arousal screaming at you.
"Only a little."
"I didn't mean to push you so far."
You wanted to reassure him that he had nothing to feel bad about but he was massaging the tendons in the very inner part of your thighs over your shorts and you just mentally couldn't get any words out.
"Your muscles are so tight, relax."
You couldn't.
You couldn't relax.
Your head stuttered as you tried to nod, little breaths escaping you- he had to know what he was doing.
Those hands slid upwards, inching underneath the hem of your top to hold your hips- continuing to massage the tensor muscles either side of you.
"Lean back, I've got you."
You raised your arms, letting him pull you so your back was resting against his hard chest again.
"Relax," he whispered into your ear, one hand redirected to your sternum, where he snaked up until his hand rested around your neck. You gasped, and you felt the smile spread on his face as he pushed up until your head leant back to rest against his shoulder.
Wow.
Maybe this is why he had so many devoted fans- if this was the sort of personal attention he gave to everyone?
His fingers tickled tiny shapes over the skin of your throat, the others sifting between squeezing your thigh and rubbing up and down it.
"Minho?"
"Yes y/n?"
"Do you.. help everyone.. like this?" You gulped, sort of fearing his answer.
If he said yes, then this clearly meant nothing to him, maybe he wasn't even flirting with you? Maybe you were reading this wrong?
Maybe-
"I don't, no."
Oh fuck.
So..?
"Can you keep a secret? If it got out that I was doing this, I'd never get to go home."
His raspy laugh made you want to release a moan, he was just so tempting.
"O-Of course, I won't tell anyone," you gulped.
Minho hummed approvingly, "I knew you'd be a good girl for me."
Then you really did moan, letting out a breath that bled into a noise of pure desire- and the instructor next to you smirked as you darted one hand up to cover your mouth.
You gasped when he pulled at the strings of your shorts, long fingers tracing your skin behind the hem, teasing you.
"Is this okay?" He smiled when you nodded frantically.
Minho's hand pushed past your shorts, his thumb slipping under the hem of your panties to pull the elastic and snap them against you- drawing a short yelp out of your throat.
A velvety chuckle reached your ears, the man finding your reaction amusing, but you couldn't bring yourself to be embarrassed when his hand was so close to where you needed him.
"Oh wow, you need it bad, huh?" He spoke quietly, more to himself at first as he rubbed over the very obvious wet mess you'd left in your underwear.
He spoke like he wasn't the root cause of your problem.
"Yes, please," you sighed.
"How long have you been this wet, hm?" He smirked, nudging his nose against your cheek as his lips placed little kisses on your jaw.
"Since I saw you."
Lee Minho seemed to have you under his spell, since you didn't even get the chance to think about pretending you hadn't been soaked the second you laid your eyes on him.
"Yeah?" He teased, his other hand tilting your head to face him. "Poor baby."
He muffled your whines with his pretty plush lips, pressing closer with a little more persistence until you opened your mouth for him, and he licked over your tongue like he was trying to swallow every moan that was threatening to escape your throat.
He continued to rub you over the cotton of your panties, his lips curling up into a smirk everytime he felt you clench around nothing. Increasing and decreasing the pressure randomly, he waited for each hitch in your breath or jolt of your hips- trying to find that sweet spot that would melt you to putty in his arms.
"Minho," you pouted, drawing out his name.
"I know," he smiled, pulling your underwear to the side. "Need my help again, hm?"
You gasped as his thumb pressed flat against your unclothed clit, leaving his fingers free to play with your entrance- and you're so wet that he just slipped against your skin, gathering the slick on his digits.
"Gonna let me taste?" He whispered gravelly in your ear, and your poor heart almost beated out of your chest.
Before you nodded he was already lifting his hand up anyway, moving his fingers in a scissor motion in front of the two of your faces. Your cheeks flushed red, but you couldn't bring yourself to look away as he parted his lips- tongue laying flat so he can press his two middle fingers on it.
You watched in awe as he closed his mouth around them, closing his eyes and humming as he replaced the taste of you with his saliva instead.
Fuck.
He looked like he was genuinely enjoying the taste, getting off on it, it was so intimate- so fucking sexy. This was worth every penny you spent on that stupid subscription. Did you even need him to touch you? You were half convinced if he continued you could've cum untouched.
A line of spit connected his fingers to his lips when he finally pulled them back.
You gulped.
Minho turnt to you, his eyes clouded with a hazy lust as he watched the way you let him push his fingers past your lips.
"That's it, perfect," he groaned, gently fucking into your mouth with a slow rythym- gulping at the way your tongue toyed with his fingers. "Fuck."
You reached your hand behind you, easily finding the hard bulge in his sweats, and began to stroke him over the cotton. You followed the rythym he was setting with his fingers, and watched as his jaw fell slack before he bit his lip- trying to keep his composure.
"I was trying not to pop a boner the whole session, you know?"
The whole session, every time you needed help and he came to give you tips, he couldn't keep his eyes off of your ass and the way you bent over.
He wiped the saliva from your lips as he took his fingers back, half lidded eyes blinking slowly, his breathing laboured, and red hot ears- the textbook definition of sex appeal staring right at you.
"Take them off."
You didn't need to be told twice.
You lifted your hips, shimmying your shorts and panties down your legs until you could flick them off of your feet.
Minho's palm splayed across your stomach, pulling you back against his chest as he leant over your shoulder to watch his own actions. He drew tight little circles around your clit with his thumb, slipping the two spit covered middle fingers past your slippery folds- into your entrance to the first knuckle, until he realised your eyes were shut.
He shook you slightly, nibbling on the shell of your ear. "Come on, watch."
You shuddered out a breath, letting your chin touch your chest as you looked down, flushed face- watching his ring finger dissapear into you with every centimetre.
He groaned every time you squeezed around him, pushing further in and being met with no resistance apart from your warm walls pulsing- making his cock throb against your back.
"Look how wet you are," he whispered, pulling out until only the tip of his finger was left inside you so that you could see how it glistened, before he began to fuck into you.
If you had your wits about you, you probably could've teased him back about how his hard on was straining behind you- feeling the wet spot his precum was making seep into your bunched up top. But you didn't.
You could only let your moans get louder as he pushed a second finger into you.
"Oh- fuck, Minho," you whined, your nails digging into his thighs as you squirmed against him.
"Feels good?"
"So good," you mewled as his fingers bullied that spongy spot inside you that had your toes curling.
The movements of his arm was strangely erotic, watching his veins with a bitten lip, watching the tendons in his wrist flex and relax with every thrust of his fingers. Everything about Lee Minho was erotic.
The two of you watched your pussy flutter as he increased his pace, causing your arousal to drip down his fingers- your walls spasming as you got closer with every circle of his thumb on your clit.
"M-Minho, I'm close," you whimpered against his neck, turning your head to try and stave off your orgasm.
Your legs twitched and shook more with every second, and he could feel your body tighten against him as that knot in your abdomen wound up to its breaking point.
"Cum for me."
And you did, because your hypothesis that him saying 'for me' could make you do anything was true.
You released the breath you were holding as you came against him, Minho's hand keeping you against him like a vice so that he didn't miss any part of your climax. He captured your lips with his own again, swallowing down all of the desperate moans that were tumbling out as he continued to thrust his fingers to work you through it.
He listened to your breathing, waited until you finally slumped against him, finally relaxed- before he pulled out.
"Oh fuck," you sighed blissfully, taking a second to regain your senses.
When you opened your eyes again and Minho had his fingers deep in his mouth, you were suddenly reminded that he hadn't cum- and was very clearly still hard.
He watched you swivel around, resting on your knees in front of him, unable to keep your eyes from the bulge in his sweatpants. Then it was his turn to blush as he glanced down at the mess above his crotch- the fabric soaked with his dribbling precum. Minho smiled bashfully, leaning back on his hands as if to put himself on display, and you wondered how he could still look so confident and in his element when he was clearly embarrassed. It was so sexy.
He was just so sexy.
He cocked his eyebrow at you as if to ask what you were going to do about it.
You reached over slightly, biting your lip as you shuffled closer, starting to pull his sweatpants and boxers down to free his cock from its straining confines.
"Good girl."
He was going to be the death of you.
You left them at his thighs, not bothering to even take them off before you could resist the urge to clasp your hands around him any longer. Squeezing his base hard, you looked up to observe his eyes flutter shut when you started to stroke him up and down. He was leaking all over your knuckles so you shimmyed down to lower your mouth to his tip- resting on your forearms.
As quick as his eyes shut, they reopened again so that he could gasp at the image of you on the floor in front of him- ass in the air, kitten licking his tip to try and catch all the precum before it dribbled down.
"Look at you," he cooed, "so pretty."
You smiled at his praise, swirling your tongue over the top of him one last time before you took him into your mouth. You let your spit dribble down him messily, if his loud groaning was anything to go on, he was enjoying the wetness as your hands spread it across his length.
"That's it, fuck yeah."
The way he was reacting- god, you'd do anything he wanted.
What a man.
As if he could sense your desire to please him, he rested his weight on one hand, the other coming up to gently push down on the back of your head.
"Can you take more?"
Your eyes blinked up, keeping your lips sealed around him and letting your jaw fall slack so you could push him further until the top of his cock was hitting the back of your throat.
"Oh, perfect," he groaned out as he watched you suck and jerk him off at the same time, hollowing your cheeks and lowering as much as you could- your tongue tracing the veins along his length.
Minho threw his head back, his fingers curling on top of your hair and intertwining with your hair as he spurred your movements on with a little gentle encouragement. His hips bucked up every now and then- unable to stay down on the ground as you drew him closer to his orgasm.
"Fuck."
His voice cracked a little when one of your hands left his cock to scratch at his chest, your nails tickling his abs as your ran your fingers over his torso- feeling the way his muscles tightened up and constricted.
"I'm gonna cum, fuck."
You picked up the pace a little and his knees pulled upwards. He planted his feet into the yoga mat as his toes curled and he had to abandon his hold on your head to steady himself.
"Ah, keep going- don't stop.. just like that."
This gorgeous man was about to fucking cum in your mouth, the motion alone could've brought you to the edge again without any stimulation.
"Gonna swallow for me, right?" He moaned shamelessly, "take it all in that pretty mouth?"
Absolutely.
God yes.
With little hesitation, Minho dropped back onto his elbows when he finally came, his shoulders and chest heaving- flushed and red and doused in a thin layer of sweat that made him look twice as sexy as before.
"Oh fuck, that's it."
You sucked on the tip of his cock while he was shooting warm white ropes down your throat, and he was half convinced you were trying to milk him for all he could give as your hands continued to stroke him at that torturous pace. Bordering on overstimulation, you waited until he was twitching and his thick thighs were desperately closing in on your arms before you let him go- releasing your lips with a pop.
"Sorry," you smiled bashfully, wiping your mouth with the back of your palm.
He laughed exasperatedly and caught his breath, flopping down on his back. He kept you in his gaze as you put your underwear and shorts back on, his head propped up by his folded arms.
"Y/n, don't switch classes."
Switch classes? As if.
You were never going to switch classes anyway as soon as you found out he didn't run the beginner ones. He was the treat for the mind and body, not the yoga.
"Same time tomorrow?" You smiled coyly, watching a large grin spread onto his features.
"Good girl."
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me when I'm going INSANE from having writers block I'm so mad LITERALLY WHY CANT I WRITE ANYTHING MORE it's so crazy because I literally have like 4 half finished works rn and I can't work on them FOR SOME REASON UGHAAAAAH
id like to give a big fucking fuck off to those racist bitch photographers taking pictures of stray kids at the met. thats your job, you take pictures, complaining about having to photograph skz?? and making digs against skz for being emotionless and robotic while praising and loving the 'serious look' when it's only western celebs is so shitty?? i really hope the boys didn't hear anything, I hope it was too loud in there, honestly. fuck you. and fuck those photographers calling them jungkook too.
ahhh I absolutely love your page š Iāll read some of your works in my free time- canāt wait O_O
TEE HEE THANK YOU !!!!
SORRY I didn't see this for AGES I've lich been swamped in work so I haven't been on tumblr very much for the past few weeks, but thank you so much!!
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HELP
pls help and I'll make this really long and smutty as a reward pls I'll do it I swear
how are we feeling about stalker reader x detective minho CAUSE I always feel like it's never reader that's the 'obsessed' one in dynamics like these and I lowkey am ready to pump this shit out but I just kind of don't have any ideas for it yet like I know how I want them to be but I can't think of any way they could be interacting to progress the story like DYGWIM
so obviously I've got reader obsessed with minho, and minho like detecting and shit, but like is he trying to solve something to do with her? in that case do I make her like an actual criminal? and then what crime? or is he like trying to figure out who's stalking him? and in thaaat case how do I make her stalk him like in what way I NEED HELP
also got the idea after seeing the two hundred millionth edit with the 'would you kill for me one day' 'yes of course I will my darling' AND I WANT IT ALLLLL lana del rey thing so that'll be the vibe of the fic if it helps
teaser!! I guess tee hee
HOW TO MAKE STORY??
detective minho trying to figure out who's stalking him??
detective minho solving a crime that leads to reader??
other (PLS IDEAS PLS š)
