Warnings: daddy/puppy kink, slight choking, first time sex, oral (f receiving) Changbin has experience, YN is a virgin, yea that;s all i can think of ANYWAYS here we go
m.list || part 2
Seo Changbin. Your first love. You were close friends before you caught feelings. The closest you got to anything was a kiss… more like making out, but you both played it off as just being “homies that kiss.” You were hanging out together at his house, watching movies and talking about nothing in particular. You wanted to kiss him again. Lucky for you, he felt the same, staring at you and allowing his gaze to fall to your lips. Your cheeks felt hot as he leaned forward. You did the same, allowing your lips to meet his. Changbin lifted a hand up to cup your cheek, slowly moving it down to your throat as your lips move in sync. He squeezed gently, earning a squeak from you. You weren’t complaining, though. You actually liked the feeling of his hand on your throat. It just felt… natural. Comfortable, even.
After a few minutes of making out, you pulled on his shirt and looked at him with puppy eyes. He pulls away to look at you. “YN?”
“Changbin… Uhm…”
He looks at you worriedly. “Are you okay? Did I do anything you didn’t like?”
You shake your head. “N-No, I liked everything… I just… I want more…”
Changbin blinks, processing your request before a smile paints itself on his face. “You do? Are you sure?”
“I want you to be my first, Binnie....” you nod and mumble.
He presses a kiss to your cheek, his gaze softening. “Tell me if you want to stop and we’ll stop, okay?”
You swooned at his gentle words, happy he cared so much about your comfort.
“Okay. But before we do anything… I like you. A lot,” confess. Changbin didn’t say anything besides pressing a kiss to your forehead, a smirk falling upon his lips as he lowers his head to lick your neck, sucking on it lightly, just enough to not leave any visible marks. He trails his hands up your sides, squeezing the flesh softly. You tugged on his shirt and he moved to take it off, helping you out of yours and unclasping your bra. He stares at your exposed chest, which you try to cover up with your arms, but he kisses you, holding your wrists. “It’s okay. Are you okay?” You nod, feeling your cheeks burn. He pulls your arms away, kissing your chest gently, licking and biting here and there before taking your right nipple into his mouth, pinching your left between his thumb and forefinger. You sighed at the sensation. He then switched sides, taking your left nipple into his mouth and biting down softly, causing you to moan. He chuckled, moving back to kiss your neck, trailing kisses up to your lips. “Do you want to continue?” he mumbles against your lips, to which you nod slowly.
He tugged on your shorts, pulling them off and staring down at you, causing you to squirm under his gaze. His eyes soften. “Are you sure you don’t want to stop? Are you okay?”
You nod, looking away. “I just… I don’t… I don’t like my body… What if you don’t like it either?”
Changbin takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss to your lips. “I think you’re so pretty. I think your body is perfect.” He pulls off your panties with your permission, shifting to lay on his tummy in front of your legs, looking up at you and kissing your shins. “Can I?” You hesitantly nod. He gently parts your legs, kissing your inner thighs. You cover your face in embarrassment, feeling shy now that you were completely bare in front of him. You had never been seen like this before and in all honesty, you felt so vulnerable it was embarrassing. You were pulled away from your thoughts when he licks a stripe up your slit, causing you to gasp. You cover your mouth to muffle a moan after he finds your clit. He chuckles and looks up. Your face burned when you look down to see his lips already wet with your arousal when he looks up at you, chuckling. “Nobody’s home. You can be as loud as you want.” He returns to what he was doing once you nod to acknowledge his words, quickly finding your clit once again and sucking on it harshly. You moan softly, bucking your hips up into his mouth subtly.
Changbin keeps up his actions, sticking his tongue in and out of your hole a few times before flicking over your clit. Your hands fly to his hair, running your fingers through his locks and tugging lightly.
Once he had determined you were wet enough, he gets up and strips himself of his sweats and boxers, moving to lay beside you. “How are you feeling? Do you want to stop?” You look down at his hardened dick, swallowing hard. “I-I’m okay… I don’t want to stop.” He catches you staring and asks quietly, “Do you want to touch it? You can if you want.”
You reach out your hand to grip his length, moving your thumb over his slit in circular motions, spreading his pre-cum around his tip, making him sigh. You tighten your grip and move your hand up and down slightly. He moves his hand on top of yours, guiding your motions. You glance up at him and then back down, hesitantly bringing your lips to his tip, kissing it before taking it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over his slit. You feel him twitch in your hand. It tasted salty, his pre-cum. But not necessarily a bad kind of salty. You look up at him to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth, which brings a smirk to your lips, satisfied that you must be doing something right. You shift a little to lick him again and he asks if you want to suck it. You were a little too nervous, so you shook your head ‘no’, which he said was okay.
“You don’t have to, that’s okay.”
“Changbin?”
“Yes?”
“Do you… Do you have condoms?”
He smiles at your shyness and gets up to open his bedside drawer, pulling out four stuck together, ripping one off from the rest. “Of course I do. You wanted to be safe, right?”
You nod at his question.
“Okay, I’ll use one. But it usually feels better raw, so if you want to try that, tell me,” he says with a wink. You blush and lay on your back as he rolls the condom on, coming over to kiss your thighs and lick a stipe up your slit again, slowly pressing a finger into your hole to stretch you out, adding another when you moan and clench around his digits. After pumping them in and out for a few seconds, he crawls over you to kiss you gently. “Are you ready? Anytime you want to stop, just tell me and we’ll stop.”
You smile. “Yeah… I know. Uhm… Please be gentle at first...:”
He kisses you again. “I will, princess, don’t worry.”
He moves back to line himself up to your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. It hurts, but you still let out a moan. He allows you to adjust before he started to move. “Does it hurt?” he asks softly. You shake your head once the burning sensation stopped. “Y-You can move now.”
He does just that, rocking his hips into you, earning a soft mewl that had slipped past your lips. After a while, you ask for more, “please, please, please.”
“Please what puppy?”
“M-More… please, I want more.”
He leans down to kiss your tummy and does as you ask. “Good girl.” He quickens his pace, gripping your hip with one hand and propping himself up with his other. You move your hand to hold his, moaning his name as he pounds into you. “You’re so tight…” he groans, slipping out of you by mistake, but quickly pushing back in. After a few minutes he slips out of you again, this time to tell you to get on your hands and knees. You obey his orders, turning around to get into the position he told you to get in. He runs his fingers up your slit before leaning down to lick you. You shudder and moan loudly when he pushes into you once more, the new angle feeling oh so good. You wiggle your behind, whining for him to move. He smirks and spanks you, waiting a few seconds before starting to move, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “R-Right there- Right there!”
Changbin growls, fucking into you roughly, making you a moaning mess beneath him. God, it felt so good that tears were forming in your eyes, a few falling down your cheeks. You arch your back, pressing your cheek against the sheets. “Fuck- Daddy-”
This sparks something inside of him, as he slaps your ass and growls again. “Fuck, puppy.. So pretty.”
Moaning louder, you bring back your hips to meet his, causing Changbin to tighten his grip on your hip, reaching to tug your hair. You wince, but it was a gentle pull, so it didn’t really hurt. A sharp contrast to how rough he was being as he fucks into you. After a few thrusts, he pulls out. “Can I get rid of the condom?” You nod, not really caring as one, you were on the pill, and two, you just want him back inside of you.. He strips off the rubber and slams back into you, eliciting a drawn out, sob-like moan from your lips as he hits just the right spot.
“What’s my name?” he groans
“Daddy!”
“Again.”
“Daddy! Daddy- fuck!” you chant the name like a mantra, almost seeing stars as you feel the coil in your stomach to tighten. A few thrusts later the bubble pops and you can feel yourself come undone. He lets out a breathy moan as he pulls out. “C-Can I cum on your back?”
“Yes.”
With your permission, he pumps his cock to release several warm spurts onto your lower back. You pant heavily as he leaves to get a towel to clean you up with, being as gentle as he can when he wipes your womanhood.
“Do you need anything?” he asks. “Water… And my clothes…”
Your mouth has run dry from moaning so much and so loudly. Changbin presses a kiss to your lips and picks your clothes up off the floor, handing them to you before disappearing to get you what you asked for. When he comes back with a bottle of water, already opened for you, you’re already dressed and you thank him as you take the bottle from him. You take a long, refreshing drink of the liquid and sigh. He puts his own clothes on and sat on the bed next to you. “Are you okay? How was it?”
You feel your face flush at the question. “I’m okay… It was good. Thank you…”
“For what?”
“For being my first. And taking good care of me…”
Changbin smiles, cupping your cheek in his hand, bringing your lips to meet his. Your hands move to his chest, bunching up his shirt in your fists, sighing against his lips. When he pulls away, he pulls you into his chest, allowing you to rest your head above his heart. You can feel the vibration of his laughter in this position. “You’re shaking, YN”
“Hush…”
He presses a kiss to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair. You enjoyed the feeling of being pet, so you hummed happily. You cuddled like that for the rest of the time you were there, enjoying your time together.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, bullying, very angsty, you have shitty friends but a great mom
AN: this is my first time writing for a gender neutral reader! I hope it’s okay. <3
@thevampywolf thank you for inspiring me to write this!
You’ve been gone for a while. You dropped out last spring. Everything back then was just too much. You were stuck in the wrong places in the wrong crowd at the wrong times. Out of everyone in the group, however, there was only one person who looked out for you. The only one who seemed to actually care. Lee Minho.
Out of all of your old “friends,” he seemed like he was actually interested in being your friend. When you all went out clubbing one night and you had gotten a bad drink, Minho was the only one who looked after you and offered to take you home. The others only laughed and carried on doing their own thing, having their own fun. You had caught people in the hallways talking about it the next day. How you were taken to a hotel with some rando, which wasn’t at all true. You and Minho both knew that.
You felt like you were only their “friend” because they wanted to pick on you. You were always the butt of their “jokes”. They would constantly make you feel bad about the things you liked and made you feel insecure about the way you looked. The only person who didn’t take part was Minho. He took interest in what you liked, and would even compliment how you looked every now and then.
After one particularly awful day of bullying from your so called friends, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t stand it. They had found out about your little crush on Minho and laughed in your face. Minho wasn’t around at the time. They told you he was only nice to you because he pitied you. That he was only interested in you so he could make fun of you when you weren’t around. They went on and on and the more they talked, the more they made sense. How could someone so kind be friends with such awful people… unless he was awful, too.
You were fed up.You skipped the rest of the school day and just went back home. Not to your dorm, but to your home home. WIth your mom. You didn’t have many belongings at your dorm anyways, and what was there, you could afford to lose. You cried silently all the way home. Tears had started to fall down your cheeks the moment they convinced you that Minho was playing you and they continued to fall on the bus ride home.
Your mom repeatedly asked you what was wrong when she saw your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, but you were so exhausted. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You didn’t feel like eating. You just shook your head and went to your room. You could sleep. This was all some stupidly realistic nightmare. At least, that’s what you wished you could convince yourself this was. You flopped onto your bed and curled up under the covers.
You slept like a rock. You slept through your phone ringing and you slept through everything. It was almost as if the whole time you hung out with those people, you hadn’t gotten any sleep. It was just so exhausting to just put up with how they treated you. It was just so tiring to pretend that you were fine. You were just so tired. Tired of it all.
The girls were still laughing when Minho got back, and you were still there, albeit for a couple seconds before you were walking away. When he caught up to the group, their smiles turned into annoyed sneers. “What’s their problem? It’s not like they really had a chance.”
“Where is YN going?”
“Dunno, they just said something about how they don’t understand and left.”
“They were always super lame anyways. Cmon, let’s go clubbing tonight.”
“What don’t they understand? What’s wrong with them?”
Yeri scoffed. “What, are you actually worried? It’s your fault for never telling them anyways.”
Minho felt his stomach drop. “Tell them what? What did you say?”
“Don’t act dumb,” Yujin laughed, “You know how they felt.You were just stringing them on, right? You weren’t serious.”
“Yeah, you were going to have to let them down eventually. Just thought the sooner they knew, the better. It’s what friends do after all.”
Minho dropped the drinks in his hands.
“Woah, what’s up with you? You look pissed,” Lucas laughed.
“You’re right. I am.”
With that, Minho had left in search of you. He tried calling but your phone must have been turned off. He checked by your dorm to see if you were there, but your roommate hadn’t seen you. He checked all over campus, but you were nowhere to be found, probably crying and alone. You must be thinking about what they told you. It was lies. He wanted you to know they were lying. He didn’t pity you. He didn’t want to make fun of you. He never talked about you poorly when you weren’t around. He wasn’t interested in just your body. He was interested in you.
His calls wouldn’t go through until around 5:00pm, right when he was about to give up. He left voicemail after voicemail after that. He needed you to know they were wrong.
“YN? Are you okay? Please pick up. You know they were lying, right?”
“YN, please. I need to know you’re okay. They’re wrong. I promise it’s not like that, that I’m not like that. Please pick up the phone.”
“Please? For me? You know it isn’t like that. I promise I’m not leading you one. I promise it isn’t like that.”
When you wake up, you check your phone.
16 missed calls. 9 voicemails. All from Minho.
You didn’t want to talk to him. You didn’t want to hear his stupid voice. You were still so heartbroken about what happened and still so tired.
You go downstairs and into the kitchen where your mother has prepared breakfast.
“Hey, hun. Feeling any better?”
You shrug. “Not really.”
She sets down a plate in front of you along with a cup of coffee, made just the way you like before she sits down across from you with her own cup of coffee. “Do you feel like talking about it yet? You came home without any notice and you looked so upset. I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine, mom… Just… A lot of stuff has been happening…. I want to drop out.”
Your mother almost chokes on her coffee. “Drop out? Are things that bad?”
You nod in response. “I’m sorry the money is going to waste… I know you were excited for me to go to college.”
“No, no, it’s okay. You don’t have to stay there if it’s too difficult and it’s hurting you. Don’t be sorry. What I care about more than your education is your wellbeing. What happened?”
You take a deep breath and tell your mom about everything, sparing most of the details. She got the idea, though.
“Oh, honey… I’m so sorry. Now that I know, I totally agree with your decision. Those kids aren’t good for you. You deserve a break.”
You hadn’t mentioned Minho’s name. As much as you were hurt, you weren’t over him, and you doubted you would be anytime soon.
“Are you sure you’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? I’m proud of you for walking away. That takes a lot of strength. You did the right thing.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
You finish eating before going back up to your room. You open up your laptop and open up your email. You wanted to cut your ties to that hell of a college as soon as possible So you would do just that.
Minho strayed from the group ever since that day. He was still pissed about what they told you. He wasn’t going to hurt you. He liked you. He treated you well because he liked you. But now he wouldn’t have the chance to tell you. You didn’t show up to classes anymore. You weren’t at your dorm. You wouldn’t answer his calls. He felt hopeless.
A year has passed. Minho hadn’t forgotten about you. And you hadn’t forgotten about him. You still hadn’t listened to his voicemails after all this time. After drinking for a while, you decide, why the fuck not? You finally decided to listen to them.
His voice sounded so desperate. He sounded so hopeless when he couldn’t find you.
In your drunken state, you called him back. Sure, it was a little late… But…
He saw your contact name pop up on his screen and felt his heart skip a beat. He immediately accepted the call.
“YN?”
You had missed his voice.
“Hey…”
“Hey.”
A moment of awkward silence passes.
“Where have you been?”
“You know… I’ve just been gone… I dropped out.”
“Oh… Well, I sort of figured that out already,,, haha..”
“Yeah…” you take another sip of your drink.
“YN?”
“Hm?”
“Are you okay? Where are you?”
“Don’t worry about it…”
“YN, are you drinking?”
You sigh. “I’m so tired, Minho…. I’ve been so tired. Life has been so… Exhausting.”
Minho does nothing but listen to you.
“I miss going out. I miss having friends. I miss… I miss being happy.”
The sadness in your voice breaks his heart.
“Worst of all, I miss you. The only one who deserves to be missed. You’re the only one who’s actually good for me.”
“YN…”
“But I’m not sure I deserve good…” You start to cry. “I’m not sure I deserve you…”
“Where are you? You’re drunk.”
You give him your location and sure enough, he’s there before you can finish your fourth drink.
When he finds you, he grabs your hand and pulls you outside of the bar. He stares at you for a while. You’re still crying, just less than before. He pulls you into an unexpected hug.
“I missed you.”
You don’t know what to do, and you nearly melt in his arms. You end up crying harder into his chest and he just holds you through it all. Once you’ve calmed down, he wipes the rest of your tears away. “You know what they told you isn’t true, right? I wasn’t going to do you dirty like that.”
You nod and sniffle. “Really?”
“Do you… Do you still feel the same way for me as you did before?”
You hesitate and look down at your feet before nodding.
Minho smiles softly. “I like you, YN. I always did.”
“Really?” You drag your boots in the dirt.
“Really.” He cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. Before you can register it, he’s closing the distance and his lips are on yours.
Your hands move to his waist, gripping his shirt in your hands.
Everything else felt so so wrong. But this felt right. You felt safe with him.
When he pulls away, you whimper, causing him to laugh.
“I promise. Will you let me take care of you?”
You nod.
MInho smiles. He planned to do just that. He would love you through thick and thin. He would love you through all your bad days. He would love you when you couldn’t love yourself. He would love all of you. And for now, that would be enough.
You looked up at the stars above, sitting with your best friend, Jisung, on the grass. You sat in a comfortable silence as your thoughts raced about what your future would be like. It wasn’t long until you both graduated from University.
“Do you think I’ll ever have a family someday?” You finally broke the silence, turning your head to look at him.
He shrugged. “Well, yeah, if you want one.”
“Do you want one?”
Jisung hesitated for a moment, a blush, that was still noticable despite the dim lighting, creeping over his face. You pushed him gently. “Hey, what are you thinking? Just answer the question.”
He laughed and gave you a big dumb smile. “Of course I want a family. I want at least five kids. No less.”
“Five?”
“Big family. That’s what I want.”
You looked down, picking at the grass before asking your next question.
“What would your wife be like?”
He took your unoccupied hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing a small kiss to it.
“You,” he said with a small, sly smile.
You said nothing, staring at him wide-eyed as your cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
He laughed at your expression. “I know you’re in love with me, YN, you just won’t admit it.”
You smiled sheepishly before he leaned in to quickly peck your lips.
“You... You knew?”
“I’ve known for a while. And, if you couldn’t tell from my answer before, I like you, too.”
He chuckled as you just stared at him. “I want to have a future with you. As more than friends. I want a family with you. I want to marry you.”
You scoffed. Wow.
“Is this your way of proposing?” you teased.
He pursed his lips and shook his head. “No way. When I propose, it’ll be much more romantic, I promise.”
“W-When you propose?”
“I said I wanted a future with you. I mean it.”
You were silent before allowing a giggle to slip past your lips.
hm. could you maybe write a chan smut? like he got jealous that your male co-worker invited you to dinner so he makes u late on purpose by fucking you:) thanku love!!
[7:38]
"You think your stupid co-worker could fuck you like this, huh?" Chan growled into your ear as he pounded into you roughly from behind. He had you bent over the kitchen counter, your dress ruined from him literally ripping it off.
You had plans to go to dinner with a coworker at 7:00. Chan was almost begging you not to go, but you were persistent about keeping your word. He grew annoyed. "He only wants to get in your pants." You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna be late."
"Who cares if you're late? I'm more important, right?"
"Chan, he's my-"
"Right?"
His grip on your throat tightened when he received no response. "Answer me," he said in a demanding tone.
"N-no," you could only whimper as his hold loosened.
"Who's making you feel this good, huh?" He asked with a harsh slap on your ass, making you yelp.
"F-Fuck! You are!" You cried.
The hand he had struck you with earlier slipped down between your legs as his fingers started doing wonders to your clit. He knew you'd be done soon from the way your walls were already clenching around him, pushing him closer to his own climax.
A few hard thrusts later and your screaming his name while he paints your insides white. You're still catching your breath when your phone rings. It's your boss. You look up at your boyfriend who just gives you a cocky smile. "Answer it."
You do as he says and pick up, trying not to pant too hard into the speaker.
"YN? Where are you?"
"I um..." You glance back over at Chan. He pointed to your torn dress with an expectant look in his eyes. He mouthed for you to cancel it.
"Are you okay? You're breathing really hard."
"I'm really sorry, sir. S-Something came up."
A/N: I'm so sorry I had no idea how to end this and I'm really busy and my thoughts are jumbled because of so much happening for the holidays;; I'm so sorry this was as bad as it is;;; I'm not used to writing smut anymore despite being in an... interesting group chat. Please bear with me;; I'm only just starting back up again;;
can i request hyunjin smut where he’s been your best friend for years and one night you’re so horny you actually beg for his cock and he makes fun of you but things are starting to get hot n you two end up having sex?
[3:24am]
Even through years of knowing Hyunjin, you had never seen him look so good. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that made your thoughts race with dirty thoughts of your best friend. You had gone out for drinks and just come back home with Hyunjin to your apartment.
You plopped onto the couch and just stared at him. His shirt was opened slightly by 3 unbuttoned buttons, exposing his chest just teasingly enough. His hair was wet from the sweat that had formed from being in the hot atmosphere of the bar. Of course his facial features didn't help, as he was most probably the most gorgeous sight you've seen. And to top it all off, his tight pants that outlined just enough of him to make you crave more.
He caught you staring while he ran his fingers through his damp hair.
"What are you looking at, YN?"
You stood up and walked up to him, taking his hands.
"Hyunjinnie? You're my best friend, right?"
"Yeah."
"You'd do anything for me, right?"
"What do you want, YN?"
You stood on your toes and whispered into his ear, "You."
He smirked and laughed. "You're drunk."
"I had three shots, Hyunjin, I'm sober enough to think rationally, I know what I want," you whined.
He eyed your figure. You were quite tempting yourself. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and exposed just enough of your skin for him to want to cover it in his marks.
"You sure you want this?"
You tugged his shirt with a pout. "Yes, Jinnie, please. I want your cock," you begged.
That was enough to rile him up as Hyunjin pulled your body to his and roll his hips against yours, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.
"Please," you mumbled against his lips.
"On your knees," he commanded lowly.
You nodded and sunk to your knees as told, waiting patiently as he unbuckled his belt. When he was done you eagerly slipped down his pants, feeling him through his boxers before pulling them down, too. Your mouth watered at the sight of him springing free, a slight shine on his tip from precum. He groaned when you took his manhood into your hands, slowly pumping him while giving him kitten licks on his tip. ]
He thread his fingers through your hair when you finally took what you could of him into your mouth. While you bobbed your head as you got him off, you were growing more and more wet at the beatiful sounds he made.
Hyunjin then tugged on your hair, pushing your head down throwing his head back slightly when he felt the back of your throat. You let him guide you while he thrusted into your mouth and you fought not to gag. You felt him twitch in your mouth and he let out a low groan, struggling to form the words, signaling he was close. You pumped his base with your hands faster and pulled away with a pop before going back and taking him as far as you could. He grunted before he spilled his cum into your mouth. When you let go of him and looked up, you swallowed.
"God, you're good," he panted as he pulled you up and wiped away a trail of himself that had dribbled down your chin. He then pulled his jeans and boxers back up (which wouldnt remain on him for too long) and pushed you to the couch, crawling on top of you and pushing up your dress to expose your soaked panties. He pulled them down and ran his fingers up your slit, covering his fingers in your arousal. He then pressed two fingers into you, making you whine.
"Damn, baby, how are you supposed to take my cock when you're so tight."
He ducked his head down and flicked his tongue over your clit, making you gasp. He began to thrust his fingers in and out while sucking harshly on your clit. As he started picking up the pace and curling his fingers just right, your moans grew louder.
"Fuck, Jinnie-!"
You bucked your hips up as you reached your high, releasing onto his fingers and on his tongue. Hyunjin smirked when you sat up panting, staring at him with hooded eyes filled with lust. You fumbled as you unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way as he tugged your dress off.
He licked your neck and pressed kisses to your skin as he lined himself up with you eagerly. You threw your head back into the couch cushions when he pushed into you, stretching you out while filling you up deliciously.
"So tight," he groaned, pulling out slightly before slamming back into you. He continued to fuck you at a relentless pace, leaning down to bite at your neck every now and then.
It wasn't too long until your walls were clenching around him and he was twitching inside you. After helping you ride out your second high, he quickly pulled out and released onto your stomach.
As you were catching your breaths, you brushed some of the hair that stuck to his forehead away and looked into his eyes.
"You won't regret this, right?"
He smiled. "Of course not. I've been waiting to fuck you for years."
Chan had stepped out of the apartment to pick something up from the store while you were in the shower. You had spent the night and realized you hadn’t brought any clothes with you after you stepped out of the shower. As you ruffled your hair dry with a towel, you went to his room and opened his closet.
Surely he wouldn’t mind if you wore one of his shirts right?
You shrugged to yourself and took out on of his big, plain black T-shirts and slipped it over your body, walking back into the bathroom to hang the towel up and then into the living room. You sat down on the couch and started browsing what was on Netflix when Chan got back.
He walked in, put the bag of things he got down on the kitchen counter and came over to sit with you. You didn’t look at him at first until you felt him staring. “What?” You finally turned your head to look at him. He had a wide, cocky-looking smile on his face.
“Is that my shirt?”
“Uh… Y-Yeah, I forgot to bring some clothes with me last night, and I thought you
wouldn’t mind if I wore something of yours…”
“I don’t mind,” he said, leaning in closer to your face. “In fact, I’d love to see you in my clothes more often,” he smirked and pecked his lips against yours quickly. “You’re adorable.”
Warnings: Yandere??? themes, possesive/obsessive themes, a kinda possessive Minho, pet play???, Master???kink??? I dunno you call him master ig
Background info: You're rarely let out of the house, and when you are, you can only be with him; you met in highschool and had an obsession with him ever since you laid eyes in him; you often have to ask permission to touch him; I think that's all I can think of.
You wait by the window of your shared house with Minho, waiting eagerly for his return. He said he would be going out to get you a gift for being so well behaved recently. You wondered what it could be. In all honesty, he could give you dirt and you'd put it in a glass container on your shelf and cherish it forever. Just being his was a gift enough. He was all you've ever wanted and you were so happy he accepted you.
You thought back to how you would always trail behind him, lingering in the background of wherever he was. How you had pictures of him all over your room, how you would sleep with a stolen sweater of his that he had once left behind in the classroom.
You thought back to when he first approached you. He had confronted you about following him, and you confessed that you were in love with him. How you spilled everything you'd been hiding, what you'd think, what you'd do, all the pictures you had, the stolen sweater. Everything. You would never forget the intimidating yet fascinated look in his eyes after you blurted it all out.
You'd never forget how ecstatic you felt when he accepted your feelings and claimed you as his.
You first heard the sound of the keys entering the lock and juggling around before the sound of the door opening and closing, which took you out of your thoughts.
He took off his coat and hung it up before walking further inside.
"Kitten, I'm back! Come here," he called out.
You rushed to him with a large smile plastered on your face. "Welcome back, Master."
He motioned for you to follow him as he sat on the couch, setting the bag in his hands next to him. He motioned to the floor and ordered, "Sit."
You did as you were told and sat between his legs on the floor, looking up at him.
He loved the way you looked at him. How you worshipped him as of he was your God, as if he truly was a God. How hopelessly devoted to him, how willing you were to submit to him and obey his every command. He fed off of the power you gave him.
He cupped your face in one hand, rubbing his thumb on your cheek affectionately and placed a kiss to your forehead. His hand then slid down to your throat, applying just a slight amount of pressure with an unreadable glint in his eyes.
"I missed you," you breathed out, your smile never faltering.
He let go and gave you a smile before reaching into the white bag. He pulled out a sparkly collar with a tag with your name on it. You cocked your head to the side slightly as he put it around your neck and fastened it in place.
"You look so pretty, YN," he whispered while admiring how the collar looked on you. "Come on, let's go to the bathroom. Take a look in the mirror."
He got up, picking you up with him and taking you to the bathroom. He made you stand before the mirror as he flipped the light switch on. You stared at your reflection, scanning over your neck and the shiny collar around it. You flipped the tag around and it had your boyfriend's information on it. When you looked up, you caught his gaze. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him. He leaned down to your ear whilst keeping his eyes locked on yours in the mirror.
"So everyone knows you belong to me."
You smiled and leaned into him. "Only you."
"Now," he went on with a lower tone, "You are not allowed to take it off. Only I can. You have to get my permission to move it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," you replied with a nod. He turned you around and caged you in his arms, looking into your bright eyes.
"May I touch you, Master?"
He nodded, granting you the permission you wanted and you immediately took his face in your hands.
"I love it. Thank you."
He smirked and pressed his lips to yours, making you nearly melt. He wasn't always very touchy or affectionate when you were alone, as he never had to think of someone else taking you from him, but the times he did touch you made you feel as light as a feather.
His touch was the most addicting drug on the planet. His caresses made you feel infinite, even a brush of his fingers on your skin would send warmth through your body.
You pulled away and he pulled you closer.
"This is proof that I own you, kitten."
"Of course. I belong to you. I wouldn't want it any other way."
Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and alcohol, abuse, potential smut
Synopsis: Minho was known for being a mean loner, breaking broken hearts and starting fights. He was a bully to many, yet girls would flock around him because they were drawn to his mysterious aura. Of course, it was possible the rumour that he was good in bed attracted some of them, too. You were almost his female counterpart. You were a quiet but sometimes rowdy loner, known for getting your way and your foul mouth. You toyed with anyone who showed interest in you, but you would not hesitate to drop them if they got too close. You and Minho never interacted much, other than exchanging sharp glares at each other when you passed by each other. It was as if all you shared was a silent rivalry. However you didn’t know how much you had in common. Maybe broken hearts are meant to stay broken. Or maybe they’re meant to fit together with another.
