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Look At You .:. Seo Changbin .:. 10/09/2024

Genre : Smut Pairing : Submissive!Changbin x Fem!Reader Warnings : Sub!Changbin, Dom!Reader, Riding, TINY BIT of mxm because Hyunjin kisses Bin at one point, mention of Bin questioning his sexuality.

Notes : This post is shorter bc of me being sick, so I do apologize on behalf of that. Thank you for reading if you still choose to do so. It's rushed, it's messy. But I did my best.

Kinktober Day 3 of 10 : Virginity/Body Worship w/ Changbin

Next Post : 10/11/24

You'd walked into the party fully expecting the looks drawn your way; Your witch costume was revealing, scandalous one might even say. And you'd expected the subtle brushes of hands against your rear as you walked past people or the sighs of admiration when you spared someone so much as a glance. What you didn't expect was your best friend to be wearing nearly the same damn costume, only.... pink.

"I lost a bet." Was what he had said, cheeks red in embarrassment. His latex bodysuit was paired with a matching set of bunny ears sat atop his head - fishnets drawn down muscular, thick thighs and a stupidly cute matching pink pair of converse topping it all off.

"Playboy?" You questioned, crossing your arms and letting your eyes drag over Changbin where he stood. He visibly shifted, shy at the feeling of your gaze stuck to him like glue. Though to be real - who didn't want to look at him? "It's cute. Suits you."

"Don't you think?" He nods in reply and looks down, smoothing the latex against his skin. It was... curious to see someone so masculine in such a revealing bunny suit - but definitely not something you didn't want to lay your eyes on. "It's even pink, too."

"Did you pick it out or did the guys?"

"The guys." He confirms, broad shoulders shrugging as if to say 'I didn't really care' even though he most likely would've thrown a fit had it not been the pale pink it was.

You hum. "Mm. Well it looks great on you." Too great, almost.

-

Great enough in fact, that you'd been all over Changbin since then. The night continued on - the two of you sharing drinks, talking about the other boys' costumes, dogging on Seungmin for the collar he wore. The two of you had moved from the kitchen island to the wall and then the sofa, promptly plopping down with your drinks and relaxing back to continue talking. Yes, it was a party - and you should be smoking or dancing or making out or something, but talking to Changbin was enough to have you thoroughly entertained; Partly because you got to keep looking at him in the tight pink latex, a prominent bulge apparent between his legs. Not protruding too far out but - very thick.

"Um."

His soft awkward vocalization catches your attention and you look up. Your friend's eyes are hazy with alcohol and want, drawn downward in a dark stare at the way your hand sits so close to his hip. You'd rested your palm on his thigh while talking, drawn into the conversation but also just the way he looked. He'd made no move to push you off, but it was clear he was growing a bit shy about it all. "Your hand is..."

"Is this okay?" You question, tone soft and sultry. Lazy with alcohol flooding your veins. "I can move it if you want."

"Oh you can move it." Changbin giggles with a hint of want in his voice, teeth sinking into his plush lower lip. He watched as your hand pushed further in towards his center, cupping his cock through the latex to feel little to nothing beneath - other than the fishnets. Your palm massages down against him and he sighs out, body slowly slumping back against the sofa.

Your head tips in interest, body shifting so you could sit on your knees - your drink long forgotten on the end table. "You like that, baby?"

And he's quick to nod, eyes shutting soon after. He can't find it in himself to keep his eyes open - the pleasure taking over his already clouded mind. And he's happy, although hesitant and a bit embarrassed, to let you touch him. But when your fingers curl in the latex to pull it aside, he jolts a bit and peers over at you. His eyes flush red.

"I've never.. done more than touching. And not out in the open like this..."

You pause, watching as he fumbles to get out that he's never really had sex before. Your heart melts at his sweet sentiment, at how precious he looks in the moment, before you lean in to kiss him and he fumbles yet again. He's murmuring against your soft lips, asking if it's really okay before giving in and letting his tongue glide over yours with practiced ease.

You only pull away once he's relaxed again, melting into the couch and letting you crawl atop his thighs. You make sure to shield most of his body from view of anyone who could be watching - though most people are either too drunk to care or already making out with others on their own. "I'll take care of you, pretty boy."

And he knows you will. He trusts you. Every worry melts away; every care about people seeing. He just wants you - only you - and he's so desperate to feel your touch that he's rutting his hips up as you tug the latex aside. Expecting a pleasant view - you get just what you want.

His cock, thick and heavy, lays against his stomach. It strains against the soft material of the fishnets and you have to take a moment to find your phone, taking a quick picture of the sight before you as he whines. It's just too pretty - the white fishnets over his flushed cock, so desperate for you.

Then the worship happens, and he really doesn't know what to do. He's flustered the entire time - the way you run your hands over his body atop the latex, caressing every inch of him, every soft dip of his tummy and sides. Your hands grope at his biceps, admiring the muscle before leaning down to place kisses over his skin that makes him shudder and whimper under his breath. He feels his body tense, back arching up off of the sofa as his hands meet your hips.

Your hands slide lower, gently hooking in the top of his bunny suit to tug it down just enough to attach your lips to his chest. And he grovels at the way you suck on his nipples, puffy and pink and now bruised with the way you nibble and suck on them.

His eyes jut down when you move again, pulling away so you can tug your own bodysuit to the side; Only you're wearing nothing underneath. He sighs at the sight of your exposed center - the way your fingers drag through your folds, collecting your pretty wet slick only to smear it over the tip of his cock and make him whine.

Changbin shudders. He bites back into his lip, thinking you'll just sit up and maybe grind on him a bit - but no.

He watches as your fingers curl in the fishnets and you grip tight, pulling to each side so they rip open. It shreds with ease, exposing his cock completely and making him gasp in surprise. He shakily removes his hands from your body, curling into fists against his chest as he watches you sit up and slide right down on his cock like it's nothing.

And he's in shambles. He's trembling from the get go, lips parted and puffy from being bitten. He's shaking, carefully jutting his hips upward to try and chase the warmth of your walls each time you pull off of him so ride his pretty pink cock. And you're shaking, too - given how thick he is and how the stretch simply aches, your walls pulsing and hot around him.

For a bit, with you riding him, Changbin forgets that you're both in the middle of a Halloween party. That you're both exposed to his best friends and your sorority sisters.

Until he feels hands on his shoulders that definitely aren't yours.

He gasps out and tips his head back to look up, eyes wide and glossy with first-time tears. He's met with the sight of the prettiest boy he's ever seen; a long time friend and potential crush after realizing he may be a little into men as well...

Hyunjin chuckles out, very clearly intoxicated but excited at the sight before him, leaning down to be closer to the man splayed on the couch. Long fingers run down the older's shoulders, pushing the top of his bunny suit down once more to pinch and play with his nipples - getting him to whine all over again while you ride him. And Hyunjin's happy to entertain and tease Changbin about his -- well... previous virginity.

"So cute," he coos, hair falling over his face as he leans down to capture the man in a kiss so heavy that it's got Changbin moaning right into his mouth. He's embarrassed by the spit that drips down his chin when Hyunjin pulls away, though the worry is thrown out the window as he watches the younger man lean in to kiss you as well. Quicker, softer, a giggly-smiley exchange of tongues as Hyunjin coos at you a congratulations and good job for 'popping Binnie-hyung's cherry.'

Maybe it's the sight of Hyunjin kissing you - maybe it's the way your walls tighten down on his cock each time you sink down fully onto him; but he pops pretty shortly after. And again, he's shy, his ears flushing a heavy pink at the realization that you'd let him coat your gummy walls in his cum - thick and hot and heavy, leaking from your slit as you pull off of his cock.

It drops back to lay against his stomach, his tip muddy and red, still gently spurting ropes from his slit. He whimpers out a soft moan, wanting you back on top of him but too shy to ask for it and too out of it to really form words.

"Don't worry, angel." Your voice lulls to him from his side where you sit close, hand rubbing soothing motions over his chest so he relaxes once more. "We're not done yet."

@crybabykurominho @softkisshyunjin @minniesverse @dwaekkicidal @lixies-favorite-cookie @bookheadeily @jeonginsleftcheek @madkati @jisunglyricist @millseyes-world @warpedspirit @lovetaroandtaemin @ka0ila

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hihihi, soo i’ve been obsessed with your writing lately, specially with your tall bf seungmin / size difference with bf seungmin, and i was wondering if you could make a minho version of it, please and thank you. LOVE YOU

hello!!! while im not actively writing requests bc of kinktober and being focused on that + work + classes, I will add this to my list to do in my free time!!

ty for the compliments, Ilyt!!!

Is That All? .:. Lee Minho .:. 10/04/24

Genre : Smut Pairing : Lee Know x Fem!Reader Warnings : Somnophilia, wet dreams, dabbles in dub con, clothed sex (ish), grinding, dry humping, thigh fucking, groping/fondling of ass and chest, Minho kinda... rubs his cum into your skin idk.

Kinktober Day 2 of 10 : Somnophilia/Wet Dreams w/ Lee Know

Next Post : 10/09/24

Minho had a speculation that he'd find you in his bed before he even stepped into the room. You'd told Chris prior to escaping from the party that you wanted to go lay down after having one too many drinks. Sleep-ridden and body like lead, you escaped from the music to the vast upstairs that offered comfort and warmth - and quiet. The hallways are narrow, many rooms branching off to either side in the dark. But your hazy, clouded-with-alcohol mind seems to be set on the one directly in front of you at the end of the hallway.

You found solace in the sheets, the soft red satin of the dress for your ‘Devil’ costume sliding over your skin and bunching up around your hips as you settled in. The sheets are cold against your thighs and exposed arms, untouched until now, but they envelope you with joy and caress every limb as you relax under the comforter. It’s heavy - weighted, maybe? - on your form, pressing you into the mattress that creates a growing want in your chest to simply never leave from that spot. It’s almost the same as feeling .. a medication, taken orally only ten minutes ago in an effort to relieve the dull ache that formed in your skull from your previous drinking. Though you hadn’t actually taken anything prior to heading upstairs - the bed you lay in offers you the same relief.

It's only an hour and twenty minutes later that the bedroom door creaks open, clicking shut soon after as it clasps within itself. Minho enters the room with a heavy sigh, dropping a witch hat down on his floor - and never wanting to look at it again. Vascular hands lift to his neck, unlacing the strings that held the deep maroon cape up around broad shoulders and really tie the ‘wizard’ look together. Or so Changbin said; The loser that roped him into dressing up at all in the first place. The fabric slinks to the floor in a pool as he removes his dress shoes near the door, stepping out of them toe-to-heel before making his way over. His vision blurs with alcohol but he’s plenty sober to see mostly well - given he’d been babysitting a few of the others during the night as it went on. The cold sheets produce goosebumps along his arms as he pulls the blanket back to climb in, ready for the soft comfort of his own bed.

His body relaxes against the mattress, thumbs hooked in his jeans to push them down until he's kicking out of them and left in his black sweater and, ironically, matching boxers. It's only then that he realizes you're in his bed of the eight you could've chosen from, though he doubts it's on purpose when he really thinks about it for a second. You're not close with Minho, almost at all, and if you were sober you would've chosen Chris' bed with ease. You knew where his room was - how it looked, the ‘Recording in Progress’ sign hanging on it at all times. vBut in a drunken and tired haze, you'd found your way to a different room instead without a care.

And Minho didn't mind much. He pulled the blankets over his shoulders, left a small gap of room between your form and his own for what he told himself was your own comfort, and fell asleep with relative ease. The alcohol weighed heavy on his head and the ache for sleep pushed his shoulders into the sheets as he drifted off, his mind finally falling silent for the first time in simply too many hours.

He only wakes up when something begins to bother him. His previous dream lurks into his head, the image of your mouth wrapped around his cock. Snug, warm, wet. Minho's head lulls against the pillow as he fights to go back to sleep, hoping that the dream will continue if he does. He wants to feel it again - feel your tongue lathing over his bare skin - feel your lips pressing kisses to the tip of his cock. He wants to feel your hair tangled in between his knuckles again, fisted tight in his grip as he guides your head back down on his cock - pushing until the flushed pink tip of his length prodded and rubbed over the back of your throat. He wanted to see you looking back up at him again, your eyes glossy and the skin just beneath flushed rosy with blush of soft embarrassment. 

He wanted to feel the tight of your throat gasping for air as he let his hips buck upwards, pushing closer and holding you in place so he could fuck into your pretty mouth. He wanted to feel it again - the way you swallowed around him until he was on the verge of painting your tongue with his cum.

He felt a bit selfish to admit it in his head but - He wanted to feel that bliss again.

Minho's needy as he rolls onto his side. He feels a little unsure about how close to you he is. His hips are flush to your pretty little ass and his cock strains in his boxers, aching - longing - for friction. He's barely even thinking when his hips begin to carefully roll forward. The feeling of his cock straining against his boxers is one thing, but the feeling of your ass is another. He's sighing out almost immediately, lips falling apart before his teeth sink down into the lower of the two, desperate to hide any noises or breaths that escaped his throat. Minho feels a bit embarrassed when he peeks down, eyes falling from just over your shoulder to where the head of his cock ruts at your clothed skin. There’s a patch - wet, sticky on the inside, and quite large - where Minho’s pretty pink cock had leaked against his boxers. And that wet spot was starting to transfer to your dress, dampening the satin each time his hips rolled forward.

 His hand lifts from the sheets to instead take hold of your hip before, suddenly, he falters.He grows unsure on if he should grab onto you or not, scared to wake you from your comfortable slumber; So instead, his fingers slowly curl into the fabric of your dress as to not disturb you. Minho finds comfort in holding onto you like this - using it as leverage as well to subtly and carefully drag your curves back against himself where he lay directly behind you. His hips roll forward again, and again, and again; And again.

His fingers grasp tighter, tugging slowly on the satin until your own hips pivot towards him. The angle is perfect, he thinks, for him to rock his hips upwards so his cock could slide right over your pantyline; Given he knew already just from being so close to you that you were wearing a thong. He breathes out, jaw clenched and eyes sliding shut, as his cock slides perfectly between your asscheeks. He’s not going to ever say it aloud but he’s almost… completely relieved of shame as he chases his release that's coming so slowly because he can't move too fast or he'll wake you.

But he has to stop, his hips faltering when he feels his pull on your dress drop. His hold is suddenly so loose - no longer leverage to pull you back against him. The fabric had slid up over your hips and to the soft of your waist, exposing the black lace that disappeared between your legs. He feels a shuddered breath brush against his front teeth as he reaches down, fingers spread and hand running over the warmth of your newly exposed ass. He gropes, watching the flesh bulge between his fingers. It’s as perfect as he’d imagined before. Not that he’d… imagined you naked before. Only a few times! When he got off… twice a week… for the last year….

Minho can't help himself. He watches as you lean forward into a pillow of his, breathing heavy with sleep and curling up. He knows he needs to see more - so he takes the risk and carefully winds an arm over your waist. His arm brushes yours; Heavier, thick with muscle, and ridiculously warm. The risk is massive - touching your chest like this. But he feels his cock twitch and pulse in his boxers the moment he sees your tits spill from your dress as his fingers curl into the deeply cut neckline and pull down. His lips part, a satisfied gasp escaping his lips at the sight. His hand moves then so he can hold onto you, fingers curling around your breast and letting his knuckles become engulfed in the warmth.

His free hand, the one not busy with grabbing and squeezing at your chest, slides down into his boxers; And he’s quick with tugging the black fabric down so his cock could slip between your thighs. He's sighing out with a smile soon after, hips rolling forward once more - the exact same way they had before. Slow. Careful. Only now it was so much better.

The soft sounds of his cock slipping against your warm skin fill the room; Your slick seeping through your panties the more he rubs up against your clothed folds, the soft pink flesh he can see through the black lace. He even hooks a finger in the thong to tug it taught, watching it press flush against your pussy. 

Minho chokes, and he has to pause for a moment. Was this... right?

His eyes flutter back into his head as he thinks to a few weeks ago when you had been drinking with him, Chris, and Changbin. You'd confided in them about some guy you'd been seeing who had constantly had wet dreams about you - to which Changbin makes a suggestive comment about how he should've just fucked you then. But Chris barks out with laughter in an attempt to ease the situation and slaps his friend, "Hey--! No. Definitely not okay to touch a woman when she's sleeping unless she's into it!"

They'd all paused when you'd giggled out and leaned in, your eyes dark and hazy while you were chewing on your lip in a drunken, happy daze. "Who said I'm not into it?"

Minho sighs out in bliss and glances down to watch as the head of his cock catches on your clit, your hips stuttering forward a bit but unable to move with the way he holds your panties tight. He has to do it again - and again. It’s so cute, watching your hips try to wiggle away from his cock at the sudden stimulation only to settle back down once he stops. His teeth sink back into his lip as he moves in - just so he can sink into your thighs as deep as he can. His body wracks with a shudder when he sees that his balls are pressed flush to you - as close as possible - just imagining that it’s your sopping pussy instead of your thighs.

His cock ruts against the plush of your skin until he's whimpering against the back of your neck. Unable to keep from pressing closer and closer, his hand leaves your breast so he can simply tighten his arm over and around you, pressed to your torso to pull you back against his own. Minho presses his body closer and you seem to sink into his warmth - his chest pressed to your own and the soft, welcoming sweetness of his tummy flush to your back. He'd been eating well - eating more - since Chuseok, and even let himself indulge in the sugar of the Reeses down in the candy cauldron. And now you got to experience it right up against your body, along with the weight of a thick thigh slipping over both of your own to hold you down.

And he relishes in the way your thighs press together because of him. His cock twitches in need, cum spurting from the tip and painting your skin white as his hips fumble behind your own. Minho peeks down to watch, pulling back in an attempt to keep it from hitting your skin in a panic that it’ll wake you from your slumber. Though it's far too late for that - so he has to think of something. Some way to get rid of it.

He decides it's best to get rid of it in a way he thinks is.. insanely hot. Not that he would ever admit that aloud. 

He lets two fingers drag over your thigh, collecting the cum that he'd... tried so not-hard to get on you, and slowly parting his fingers to watch it string between them. Minho sighs, head tipping to look for a better angle.

His hand settles back on your ass, gliding down your skin with care until his cum, now less sticky and almost completely gone, was rubbed into your skin. Smothered over you - a soft sheen to your pretty pink ass that was warm from his constant and incessant rubbing. 

Minho relaxes back shortly after. He gently fixes your panties so they're loose and settled once more, comfortable against your skin and no longer pulling so tight at the pussy he’d just been rutting up against like some poor dog in heat. Laying back away from you and staring up at the ceiling, his hands tug on his boxers to tuck himself away and he lets out a breath in relief. And, well, release.

He feels you shift beside him and falls a bit stiff when you roll onto your back as well, shoulder laying atop his as you settle comfortably. He relaxes when you once again become still, eyes darting down as your hand slowly comes up to cup his cheek. He sucks in a breath, chest raising beneath your arm as it rests over top of his torso. Minho shifts, head slowly tipping in your direction to see you already looking back at him with soft and lidded eyes - clouded like before, only this time not from the alcohol you’d consumed.

"Is that all?"

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The way i can see virgin hyunjin and minho both lowkey like ..... bullying (?) Experienced reader? Like kind of guilting her. Minho would do it in a teasing way, mainly to bait her into showing her full devotion to him.. but i can honestly see hyune getting toxic w it 💀❤️‍🔥 like a "i waited for you but you didnt wait for me" kind of thing and him being a clingy miserable mess who needs constant reassurance and holds it over her head (oohhhh the way hyune would go from crying fake tears to tearing her apart in the bedroom ... hard dom jinnie 🤤) delusional hyune beloved

Yeah - I can see that happening.

Feel like I can see Minho teasing you by saying, "You liked other guys before me - how do I know you're not just gonna move on if you don't like my dick when the time comes? Huh?" but he'll be giggling while he says it because to him, it's all good fun. He teases everyone because he's an actual menace -

But Hyunjin,

Keeping the smut aside, I do think he can go a little too far with it. Saying shit like, "Don't know why I bothered getting with someone who couldn't wait because they were desperate." and "You're greedy. You just couldn't wait to do it 'til you found the one person you want to spend your life with."

Which makes you feel fucking awful. (I mean I know I'd feel like shit if someone acted that way towards me.) But in turn, he feels bad too. Sometimes his teasing goes too far and it gets personal for him - which he then takes out on you. And then you cry, you two kiss and make up, and then its a constant repeat of him getting insecure because he's afraid he won't be what you like in the long run.

(But for the smut,,, yes. He's got legit nothing to be insecure of because A) I know he's packing at least 7 inches I've seen it w/ my eyes, and B) He's a BEAST in the bedroom. So yes, he ruins you. and you ruin him. And he's literal perfection. I take no criticism.

somnophiliac!lee know drops toooooniiiight ~~~ anyone excited?? cause I think im p pleased w it.

update: I panicked and like. completely rewrote it in an hour. but its okay, its longer now n better me thinks!!!!