Who do you think is the switchiest? Preferably going from dom to sub in a single moment. Actually give me the other way around too because I’m so curious.
- 🥝
I have other asks to answer (including one of yours I think) but this question has been stuck in my head since I read it and I wasn’t been able to concentrate on anything else until I figured out my answer. So here it is:
Dom -> Sub: Hyunjin & Changbin
There’s a certain little gasp they’ll do, so slight most people wouldn’t notice. But you know it. You also know if you strike while the iron’s hot you can have them on their knees in moments, begging to please and worship you.
When it’s Hyunjin, not only can he switch from dom to sub in 0.7 seconds, he can also get super kinky with it. He might’ve been edging you for the last twenty minutes, whispering sweet things in your ears as he praises you (you’re doing so good for me, baby), but you give him the right look and he’s running to the toybox and coming back with a ball gag, a whip, and an ambitiously sized buttplug.
Changbin is more hesitant and a little more vanilla, but he is the goodest good boy sub. Will never, ever get bratty with you. Sulky? Maybe a little. But he just wants to please, so be gentle with him and reap the rewards. Oh, and he definitely has a praise kink.
Sub -> Dom: Lino & I.N
I think that these two are the biggest switches anyway- you never know which way they’re going to swing until someone is pinning someone else against a wall and hands are going places.
With both of them it’s a lightning quick switch, often triggered by a rookie mistake on your part, such as using the wrong word or pushing them too far. But it will also happen when they’re feeling bratty and feel like you’re not giving them enough attention.
So make sure to lock the door and don’t you dare get distracted by your phone for even a second, or you’re going to end up flipped onto your back and pinned against the mattress/floor/wall/nearest hard surface.
Lino can be a mean dom, and he will edge you to tears. Especially edging him too far is what made him switch in the first place.
I.N is a wild card. But definitely takes a lot of pride in making you cum, so much more likely to overstim you than edge you.
...those are my thoughts for now, I think. Usually I try and keep my explanations even: I don’t like how I wrote more kink details for Hyunjin and Changbin and less for Lino and I.N, and I also don’t approve of how I wrote more about what triggers Lino & I.N’s switches then I did for Jinnie and Binnie. Please tell me yours!
I feel like this topic deserves a poll of it's own, but the queue is already full until Saturday 22nd... maybe it can cut the line. Everybody loves polls, right?
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Voting ended onFeb 11, 2025
btw, I'm desperately trying to finish the one fic request I got ages ago before I start anything new *cough* Lino and you and Han *cough* so I'll probably answer the other asks waiting in my inbox tomorrow.
rating: r | genre: smut | pairing: dom!minho x f!reader
requested! - dom!minho finds out you have a hand kink
word count: 1431
warnings: slight teasing, mention of pms and talk of periods, slight dom/sub themes, fingering, nipple play (f. receiving), implication of body image issues and selective mutism in the reader
You would probably be having a normal day, hanging out at the dorms. He would catch you looking at his hand that you were holding. While you were watching whatever they ended up choosing to watch, you would idly trace over the veins on his arms. Eventually, he would whisper, “baby, do you like my hands?”
And you’d just hum a yes all innocently.
Then he would suddenly remember that you had a dinner reservation and would excuse you both. “Sorry, I forgot about the reservation I made. It was supposed to be a surprise! Come on y/n!”
It was a total lie, but he still took you to your favorite restaurant. He would feed you, and you would watch between his hands and the chopsticks.
“Your friend texted me the other day,” Minho admits, a smirk growing on his face.
“Oh?” your friend didn’t really talk to Minho much, so you were surprised. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, but they just didn’t know what to talk about. “What did you all talk about?” you ask, curious.
“Well, your friend said you’d been moody recently, which apparently is due to your pms, and they also told me something else~” he teases.
“I mean, I am supposed to start my period, but I don’t get it?” you say, tilting your head. You felt a little weird admitting that to him, even though it was completely normal and natural.
“I can tell you’ve been horny,” he says bluntly.
“I- you- what-?” you begin, flustered. You were taking things slowly with Minho, which you were thankful for. You knew a little of what each other liked, but never went too far. You’ve given him a blow job, but he’s never given you oral. Not because he hasn’t offered, but because you felt too vulnerable still.
“Yeah, and your friend told me you can’t get off,” Minho adds, his face smooth. You knew he liked how worked up he could get you.
“I- they told you?” you choke out, nearly spitting out your drink.
He nods.
When you got home, your friend and roommate was out for the night. You were going to watch something with Minho, but he had other plans as he gently presses you up against the door.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, his lips centimeters from yours.
You nod, and he leans forward, kissing you. You let the kiss get needier, giving into your desires.
His hand lingers on your throat, not choking you, but more as a reminder. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he presses his knee in between your legs and guides your hips to grind against it. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to let his tongue explore your mouth.
You can feel him leading you somewhere, and when he lets go and you fall on to the bed, he grins.
“Your friend told me that you like hands,” he says, watching you.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him until he says that. You blush and look down at the floor, playing dumb.
He grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Look at me,” Minho commands.
Your cheeks turn red as you look up at his face, blushing more when you realize your eyes gaze down at his hand.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, chuckling softly. Minho lets go of your chin and pats your head, smiling.
“Now princess, can I use my hand on you? Hmm? Help relieve some of your stress?” Minho purrs.
You don’t know what to say as you look between him and his hands, one resting idly on his hip as he waits.
“I asked you a question. Have you gone mute?” he asks, his tone stern at first, but then gentle.
“No.”
“No what? No you’re not mute or no you don’t want me to touch you?” he asks, tilting his head. You knew he wanted to touch you, but you also knew he wouldn’t hold it against you if you said no.
“No, I’m not mute,” you say shyly, looking down at your own hands. You swallow your nerves, knowing you were already aroused. “I want you to touch me,” you finally admit, looking up at him once more.
“Good girl,” he purrs, his lips immediately finding yours once more.
Minho lowers you back onto the bed, kissing you with the utmost care. His hands trail down your body, your nerves tingling impatiently in their wake. One hand cups your mound, gently rubbing, while the other cups your cheek.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his eyes dark and full of love and lust.
“Yes,” you say, nodding.
“Can I take your top off?” Minho asks, stopping rubbing your heat.
You nod and sit up, helping him get it off. As soon as it was on the floor, his lips were on your neck and his hands soothing your smooth skin.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispers against your skin, causing you to whine.
He nips lightly over your collar bone, grinning as his hands ghost over the valley of your breasts.
“Can I take your bra off?” Minho asks hopefully.
You nod and reach a hand back to do it yourself, but he tsks and does it himself, albeit a little bit clumsily.
He groans as you toss your bra off the bed, his hands immediately on your breasts. His thumbs ghost over your hardening nipples, eliciting a moan from your lips. Minho groans softly and kisses your breasts, nipping and sucking on each nipple while his hand massages and pulls the other.
“Minho~” you moan out, feeling embarrassed at how needy and wet this was making you.
“Yes?” Minho hums, looking up at you as he begins to kiss down to your stomach.
“Please finger me,” you ask, your cheeks red.
“Of course,” he eagerly replies. He is quick to make work of the rest of your clothes, groaning at the sight of your wet heat.
He teases your folds with featherlike touches, hoping to memorize every sound escaping you.
“Does this feel good?” he asks, his fingers massaging your folds, one of his warm rings rubbing over your clit.
“Fuck, yes,” you moan, reaching to hold onto him.
He gently lays over you, kissing on your neck again.
“Will you put them in-” you begin to ask.
Before you could finish, a finger is already inside, gently massaging your walls as they clench around him.
“So warm and wet for me, hmm? My hands make you this horny?” he asks, pinching your nipple with his free hand as you clung to his arms.
“Mhm,” you moan out, moving your hips to almost try and ride his hand.
He smiles and slips in another finger, allowing him to better hit your g spot and rub the heel of his hand against your clit.
“Minho?” you softly cry out, clinging to him as tears of pleasure well into your yes.
“Yes baby?” he says, his free hand smoothing some of your hair as his other continues its delightful abuse in your pussy.
“I’m close,” you whimper, your toes curling as your walls begin to flutter and your thighs threaten to shut.
“That’s okay,” he assures you, kissing you sweetly. His lips linger on yours for a moment before he is standing back up looking at your heat as his fingers disappear inside of you.
Your thighs close around his as they tensed up, and you loudly cry out his name as you orgasm.
Minho is quick to pin your hips to the bed to keep you from thrashing too much, rather proud of himself for getting you off so well. He lets your high ride out before he takes out his hand, offering it to you to suck if you want. You willingly open your mouth and suck, and he bites back a groan.
“Stay here for a moment, okay?” he whispers once you are done, kissing your forehead.
Minho disappears in the bathroom, and you can hear the water running. He comes back out with a wet washcloth, smiling.
“Now, does my princess want a bath, or just to be cleaned up?” he asks you.
“Clean up and cuddle,” you say, watching him come over and gently wipe your labias with the warm cloth.
“Can you stay overnight, or will you have to go?” you ask, frowning slightly.
“I’ll have to go,” he says, and you can hear the regret in his voice.
