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[strayylightss]

042625 ONEW THE LIVE: Connection at Fillmore Theater in Detroit, MI

[anabsolutemyth]

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Characters/Pairings: Minho, Reader, Minho x Reader

Content: Smut, dubcon, hair pulling, oral (male receiving). Just a very short drabble because Minho’s arms have had me feeling some sort of way during Hard era

Word Count: 409

A hand on the back of your head would normally be reassuring, comforting; a gentle reminder that you were safe and loved and being held by someone that cared for you.

The hand on the back of your head at this moment was neither reassuring nor comforting. It was a threat. A promise of more to come, and a constant reminder that you were not in control, that what you wanted didn't matter here.

Almost as soon as your lips had touched the head of his cock, his hand was pulling you closer, forcing you to take his length into your mouth. He was hard and heavy against your tongue, the warm tang of pre-come making your stomach turn and your cunt twitch at the same time. You brought your hands to his thighs to try and stop him forcing himself further into your mouth, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense, but he just pushed harder on the back of your head to get you to swallow more.

He was past your tongue now, his head filling your throat. It was getting harder to breathe, even through your nose. An attempt at swallowing a breath around his cock just led to you choking. For a second he let go of you, allowing you to gulp down some air. With tears in your eyes you begged him to stop, to at least give you a few more seconds, but he wasn’t known for being charitable and very quickly buried himself to the hilt again.

He ran his fingers through your hair and grabbed a handful, tugging harshly, then pulling you back down his swollen cock. He was working you at a fast pace, leaving you coughing and spluttering, spit spilling from your lips. His grip tightened in your hair, sending a sharp pain through your scalp and you threw your hand up to reach for his. To try and get him to stop. You only managed to grab onto his forearm, clawing helplessly at him, squeezing as hard as you could. He didn’t stop though, he didn’t even relax or slow down, you could feel his muscles flexing and the veins is his arm throbbing as he fucked your throat raw. You looked up at him again, pleading for him to finish, but he only looked down at you and smirked. A sick little smile that meant he knew you were his to do with as he pleased.

[jinkiguk]

cutie in a beanie 

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[strayylightss]

why has no one mentioned that there’s going to be an eclipse ON jonghyun’s birthday??!

[anabsolutemyth]

For someone who doesn't own a penis, I find myself saying "God I want to shove my cock down his throat," an awful lot when looking at certain pictures of Taemin. Strap-ons really are a godsend.

Anyway, smutty drabble/thoughts below:

The visuals though. Those lips, so pink, so supple, so pillowy, stretched around a nice thick cock. Slicked up with spit spilling out over his tongue, making his lips and chin glisten like a waterfall.

The performer in him would have him working so hard to take as many inches as he could, head sliding up and down the length with as much passion as he puts into dancing. Albeit with more choking. A considerable amount of choking and spluttering when it starts to get too much for him: too hard to breathe through his nose, too much drool pooling in his mouth, too much of a sting in the back of his throat.

The poor boy would gaze up at you, pleading. Begging with those doe eyes of his. His cheeks reddened with tears. The choice would be yours, either let him off easy and give him time to recover, or take control and force him to take it all.