My Mind Is Going Places From The Moment He Salid Good Kitten It Just Kept Getting Better

my mind is going places… from the moment he salid “good kitten” it just kept getting better

help

warnings: somewhat dubcon, degradation, rough sex, off-screen aftercare.

“good girl,” minho whispers, wiping the sweaty strands of hair off your forehead and planting a gentle kiss on the skin there, “my good kitty.”

his words are a stark contrast to his actions, two hands gripping roughly at your thighs while his cock thrusts in and out of you steadily. you feel limp in his hands, completely numb as he fucks you through your second orgasm. you are convinced you can’t feel pleasure anymore; you know you’re wrong the moment his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in slow, solid circles. your body jerks violently at the touch, your hands clutching minho, scratching his abs roughly. he merely snorts. 

you can see he’s not totally unaffected; he clenches his jaw when he touches your pussy, probably a direct result from your cunt tensing around his cock. but he’s nowhere close to the state you are in, thoroughly overstimulated by the two orgasms you’ve already had, thighs trembling as small ‘uh, uh, uh'’s escape your lips, your brain’s unable to form any coherent words anymore. you can’t even beg; you wouldn’t know what you would be begging for anyway.

“is that good?” he asks: a rhetorical question. of course it’s good. if it was bad, you would’ve said so. but you can’t even form the words anymore.

minho’s cock is sufficient, bigger than you’d see some men carry, and his perfect aim causes him to wreck your g-spot every single time. maybe the initial stretch, where he soothes you by bending over and kissing your lips softly, rubbing your back and whispering, “biiig stretch, yeah, there you go,” was painful, but you’re eventually only left with delirious pleasure. 

you’re confused when you suddenly feel a sharp pain run through your body, and your head immediately snaps down to look at the place that the feeling originated from; a wide-eyed minho with his thumb and pointer finger around the bud of your clit, his head cocked sideways in curiosity. his face contorts into pure bliss as suddenly you clench around his cock. 

“you like that? you like it when i hurt you, when i pinch your clit like that?” your face heats up at the comment, but it also sends a delicious shiver up your cunt. minho barks out something akin to a laugh, but it’s not that wholly, because his cock twitches inside of you, and you realize he’s cumming, a hot liquid spreading itself inside. 

minho must’ve been surprised. you were a softie, not feisty or mean or rough ever, at least not if you weren’t pissed off. he must’ve thought you hated anything but vanilla sex, hell, judging by the look on his face the pinch was probably just an accident, but there is little that made you feel quite as good as what minho just did. 

“jesus christ, i can’t fucking believe you,” minho breathes heavily, still inside your cunt to come down from his high, “who would’ve thought my good kitty was such a slut?” well, that gets your brain running again. 

“‘m not a slut,” you slur, gently pulling away from his grip, his cock slipping out of your glossy cunt. you forget minho is much, much stronger than you, and in bare seconds you’re right back where you were. minho laughs, a real one this time.

“you’re not a slut? how are you gonna explain that you like being hurt so much, then?” you whine, struggling against the hard grip minho has on your wrists, but not being able to move an inch. you give a kick against his shins in an attempt to escape. 

you realize it’s a wrong move - or maybe a right one - as minho lets out a barely audible groan, and a flat hand spanks you on the side of your thigh. it stings, you realize, and squeal. minho grabs you firmly by the jaw and holds your face right in front of his, noses touching. you can’t call it a kunik; not with the unfiltered anger in his eyes and the strong hold he has on you.

“you answer with your words, brat. not by picking a fight,” he begins, moving the hand that isn’t on your mouth to your hair and hoisting you a few inches up by it, “because if you do, you’re gonna get it back twice as badly. you understand?”

you understand, you’re far from stupid. you spit in his face nonetheless. 

for a second, there is nothing but a shocked silence as minho moves a hand up to his face, experimentally feeling the saliva on his cheek. his eyes are as wide and confused as a little earlier. they harden instantly, but it feels as if it stretches to eternity, everything moving in slow motion. he grits his teeth, says nothing, and swiftly twists your body until you're on your stomach. next, he uses one hand to push your head into the soft pillow with a not-so-soft movement and uses the other the wrap his arm around your waist and push your hips upwards. he does not let you get used to any feeling; his cock is snug inside you immediately, pressing in and out without mercy. you think you scream, but you aren’t sure because your ears are filled with white noise, and the pillow muffles most of your sounds.

“oh, you’re not a slut,” he says between thrusts, not mockingly, totally serious, “you’re all mine. my personal fucking painslut.” his words are mean, insults thrown onto you. terrifyingly enough, you feel your body flush with pleasure, becoming hotter and hotter. minho groans and cums for the second time that evening, and exactly that does it for you; his cum squelching between his thrusts, dripping out of your cunt on the bed, his rough words, “mine to fucking breed.”

you come and collapse onto the bed, your shivering legs unable to hold you up any longer. minho slaps your thigh one last time, but it’s more gentle and loving than before, and he presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering: “my fucking baby, aren’t you?”

It’s taking me forever to write this Lee Know fic but I promise it will be good… I hope.

Trope: friends with benefits

Minho is jealous af and can’t control it.

:3 it’s my birthday weekend so I’ll do my best to finish it.

😵‍💫🥴🥵 this was so fucking hot! hotter than hell!

♡ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 '𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧?' ♡

[Synopsis】 : Coming back from a house party, you and Woo couldn't seem to keep your hands off one another. Everything was happening so fast. You two didn't even make it to the bedroom.

『Word count』 :  1.18k

-> Genre: Smut Without Plot

Pairing: Boyfriend!Wooyoung x F.Reader

[Warnings] : Unprotected sex. PIV. Pet name. Oral. Dirty talk. Drunk sex. Mention of weed/smoking. Wooyoung his so pussy drunk and reader is very cock drunk. They are both crazy. I wrote this around 3 a.m., so it's honestly all over the place. But given this is drunk/high sex, i feel like it fits ahha.

Thank you, @8teez-woo , for this request. They requested a Woyoung fic inspired by 'Slow Down' by Chase Atlantic. I hope this is to your liking, my dear. ♡♡♡

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Maybe taking that last shot wasn't the best idea, and maybe playing some horny ass card game with your friends while smoking was also not your best move, but you could care at this moment. All you could care about was Wooyoung's lips kissing down your neck, suckling on your collarbone to create perfect purple marks over your perfect skin.

Wooyoung swears he could just come now in his pants, by the sheer noises you were making. The way your legs were wrapped around his waist as he ground his erect bulge against you while your fingers gripped the edge of the hallway table. Everything was so desperate and hot. Your minds were cloudy and your head, spinning. All you could taste on his lips was beer and hints of vodka and soju while he tasted the sweet Malibu and coke on your tongue. Your shirt was forgotten somewhere down the hall while he started to rip, not pull, tug, or shift, literally rip your shorts and panties off.

He promised himself he'd buy you new pairs, but all he needed right now was his head in between your legs, or better yet his cock. honestly, he didn't care at the moment. all he wanted was you. no matter what. "Fuck, you're so wet." Was the first words spoken since you and Wooyoung had gotten home from the house party San was throwing. Things got a little out of hand from there. You barely made it through the front door when you were both pushing yourself towards one another.

"Wet for you…" You moaned as his lips smashed back onto yours, picking you up he tumbled into the bedroom but he didn't make it to the bed, no, he fell with you tightly into his grasp onto the very soft floor rug you recently purchased.

Neither of you cared where you were, though, as his hips humped against yours, making a wet patch form from your slick on his jeans. Everything was so loud yet quiet, and that bottle of whiskey you both downed was starting to come into effect. Your body's senses were heightened. Your sense of smell, your hearing. Everything was making you dizzy in the best way possible.

"Woo, please, just…hnng..fuck." Your fingers tried to tug at your boyfriend's pants, but he suddenly sat up, leaning over towards the bed, reaching for something.

"Wait, baby, slow down." He chuckled at your eagerness, but you brushed off his words. Sitting up to unbuckle his pants, tugging them down his thighs enough so that you could get his cock free. You wrapped your hand around his shaft while he still tried to reach for god knows what on the bed. But his movements suddenly came to a screeching hault when he felt your mouth wrap around his angrily hard tip.

"Oh fuck…" his free hand lifted his shirt slightly so he could get a view of you sucking him off like your life depended on it. "You're gonna suck the life outta me doll."

You just giggled around his cock from his stupid remark, pumping him at a pace that got him so hot he felt like he was gonna nut within seconds. He couldn't handle it anymore, gripping your hair tightly, making you pull off him with a loud audible pop. "Please, Doll." His fingers tangled in your hair as he gave you a long drawn-out kiss, tasting himself on your tongue, before pulling away to say; "If you kept going, I would have came down that pretty throat of yours. And I'd rather fuck you first."

"Okay, Youngie." You gave him a big grin. The alcohol had made you become a gigging mess, laying down on the rug, waiting for him to give you another order. But he finally could grab the pillow he was trying to reach prior. He leans down, giving you another quick kiss while putting the pillow under your head before suddenly grabbing your hips, and rotating you in one swift motion.

"What, you wanna fuck me like I'm famous youngie?" You wiggled your ass in his view, letting him give it a loud sharp slap making your words catch in your horse throat.

"No…" he rubbed your red asscheek, "I'm gonna fuck you like it's my last day on earth."

You groaned into the pillow feeling the harsh burn of his cock sliding into you without prep. Your mind wonders why you never had drunk sex before. Wooyoung was talkative during sex normally, but this… this was different. There was no filter between you two. No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just raw emotion.

"FUCK WOOYOUNG!." His hips snapped into you, making you take all his length in one motion. Your screams were buried in the pillow. You were too loud for your apartment. And your neighbours would probably call the cops for a noise complaint any second now. "Fuck fuck fuck, woo, please, hnngg.. shhhiitt.."

His fingers dug into your hips, leaving crescent moon shapes from his nails. There would surely be bruises by the morning, along with bright red marks on your ass from how hard Wooyoung was slamming his pelvis against you. "Fuck baby, you are so tight. Squeezing me so well. Oh my god, I'm gonna come."

He sped up, losing himself from the feeling of your tight, gummy walls. Your throat was burning from your yelps and screams. Wooyoung's high-pitched moans harmonised with you, making a song only you and he could make. "W-w-woo-ooyoung!! What‐fuck…what happened to going s-sloww."

Wooyoung snaked one of his hands under you, pressing his fingers against your clit rubbing at the perfect pace to tip you over the edge. "I lied."

You squirted, coming around Wooyoung's hard cock, making a mess on the carpet and Youngie's thighs. He pulled out of you, needed to catch his breath for a moment. Edging himself. You sit up, pushing him down against the end of the bed, hooking your leg over his delicious thighs, before sinking down on his cock. You gasped at the sensitivity but inched deeper nonetheless. Wooyoung slammed his head back against the bed, feeling himself so close to nutting just from the feeling of your tight soaked cunt around him. "Fuck doll, I'm gonna come. Cream inside your cunt."

"Oh god." You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling yourself climax again. He planted his feet on the ground, fucking upwards into you, spilling ropes of come deep inside your abused pussy. You bit down on his shoulder, silencing yourself from screaming any louder while Wooyoung freely moaned with his head tilted towards the roof. You were definitely going to get a noise complaint from this.

—♡

why?

he was this lil kid and all of the sudden look at him… a MAN— I— ugh

SEUNGMIN: "락 (樂) (LALALALA)" M/V

“um, you are actually supposed to hate this character with your whole chest, the text is EXTREMELY clear that he is terrible and you should not like him”

well i like him anyway. what are you going to do about it, tell my mom?

You know you're fucked when you start fantasizing about doing domestic things with someone.