Drabble: Hands.

drabble: hands.

Pairing: bangchan x female reader

Warning: mature theme, edging, fingering (f.receiving), dirty talks

Word Count: 700+

It was an accident. He didn’t mean any of it, and neither did you.

It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon and the two of you agreed to stay home and watch a movie instead of going out. Through the glass window, you can see that the sun was about to set on the horizon when you were laying on your back, next to your boyfriend, Chan.

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today i offer you: pussy slapper minho. tomorrow? who knows.

no but like, not aggressively, but gentle yet sharp and quick, almost light taps even. he has you between his legs, back flush against his chest. one hand playing with your clit as the other is fingering you until you're shaking in his hold. as you're cumming around his digits, his other hand taps on your clit rapidly while you ride your high, sending you over the edge.

sometimes he likes making you cum just on that, one hand spreading your pussy to expose your clit with his fingers lightly grazing over it for what seems like an eternity, the most stimulation you're getting are the fast taps his middle finger delivers to your abused clit. his filthy mouth whispering all sorts of sweet yet humiliating words into your ear as you cum from just that.

he loves how your oversensitive body jolts up against his touch, how your toes curl and your pretty mouth lets out the cutest, most pathetic whimpers.

all in all he just goes feral at how malleable and weak you are for him over doing the bare minimum.

"baby all i did was touch your pretty little clit and you're cumming already? too hungry for my touch that you'll take anything i give you?"

"you look so pretty when you're desperate for me, angel."

"what, my baby wants more? you're already creaming and clenching around nothing just from my fingers on your clit. i don't think you can handle having them in you, let alone my cock. I'm afraid that's all you're getting today."

he would slap as a warning though, when he tells you to stay still or asks you to use your words and you don't, too absorbed by the pure bliss you're feeling to form a sentence or control your body. you should definitely expect at least one sharp slap on your pussy as he eyes you down with a deadly gaze.

"i won't ask again." he tells you with a sinister tone.

that's probably one of the furthest ways softdom!minho would go to make you behave. since you're usually so obedient, melting into a puddle by the time he lays his hands on you, too drunk dazed by his sugary sweet tone and extensive foreplay. softdom!minho can think of better ways to make you submit than being rough with you, but sometimes he just needs to warn you to not test him.

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗩!𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗫 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥

warning: fem!reader, dom/sub dynamics, pervy behavior

yeonjun ; yeonjun is just so obsessed with ur pretty cunt :( he always has a hand resting on your upper thigh, fingers brushing against the edge of your skirt. and he’d always be flipping your skirt up in restaurants or on buses so he can slip his fingers beneath your panties, smirking when your knees buckle at hte pressure he puts on your clit. definitely the type to make you take your panties off in public for him, so he can put them in his pocket and slip his fingers between your thighs whenever he wants <33

soobin ; feels so, so bad for having the thoughts he does :( the guilt he feels every time he chubs up in his sweats when he sees you wearing a cute lil skirt or summer dress makes him want to burrow in the ground, but he just can’t help himself :( he’s always excusing himself to the bathroom so he can wrap his hand around his cock and cum to the thought of filling you up, thinking about how he’d be able to see the bulge of his cock in your tummy when he’s ruttin’ into you. and he feels so bad when he cums, staring at his hand covered in thick, creamy ropes of white. “i’m so sorry, y/n.” he’d mutter to himself, hand shakily letting go of his softening dick <//3

beomgyu ; definitely the type to steal your underwear. he’d come over to your place for the sole purpose of going through your dresser, picking out the cutest pair of panties and bra that he can find just so he can cum into them, biting on his hand while his other’s wrapped around his dick to keep himself from moaning your name :( and when he does cum onto the fabric, he’d put it back into the dresser like it never happened, smiling to himself when you ask him what that stain on your clothes is. “i don’t know, y/nnie, but i can wash it for you if you want.”

taehyun ; very subtle with it. he likes to make you want him more than he wants you. so, despite the fact that all he can think about is sticking his dick in you and filling you p with his cum till it’s leaking out of you, he’s very composed. he’s the type to make you sit on his lap, pulling you onto him every time he gets the chance so he move you on his cock slowly, one hand gripping your waist, the other large palm covering the inside of your thigh. and he gets so cocky when you start whining for him, “i know, angel. jus’ be patient for me, gonna fill you up so good.”

kai ; feels bad, but can’t help himself :( the type to rut against you every time you’re standing in front of him, shoving his stiff cock against the plushness of your thighs. and when you ask him what he’s doing, whining at the feeling of his hands on your hips, he just shakily groans against the skin of your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh when he gets close. “’m sorry, baby. needed you so bad.” he whimpers, reaching his hands around your waist, keeping your body flush against his. “promise i’ll make you feel good too, baby. ‘m so close, jus’ lemme cum, angel.”

you can feel wonwoo’s warm breath hitting your thighs gently, and his hair is tickling gently at your skin. your hands lace through his hair and tug impatiently, which only makes him smirk. he’d already denied your orgasm twice that night, surely he wouldn’t deny you again?

“i can’t hear you using your words, baby, I won’t give you what you want until you speak to me” his voice is soft yet his hands are roughly holding your thighs apart, waiting eagerly for your response. Your head is thrown back and you begin to thrash, tears welling up in your eyes.

“please, wonwoo! i need to cum so badly, please make me feel good” you cry out, and when he finally obliges you let out a gasp. his tongue laves at your clit, relishing every inch of your cunt for as long as he possibly can. he manages to circle the bud tightly, your thighs closing around his head.

you can hear his small moans and grunts of appreciation as he eats you out, and it’s only when he slips one of his slender fingers inside you do you choke out a loud moan, and your hands are gripping his hair tighter than ever.

curses and moans leave your mouth constantly as your orgasm builds up quickly, and wonwoo can sense that you’re close. he adds another finger inside you and curls the digits up, the feeling sending your body into overdrive and your orgasm washing over you before you can warn your boyfriend.

wonwoo is quick to clean you up with his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. he doesn’t remove his fingers and instead adds a third finger, pumping them quickly and sending you into overstimulation. when he sees your eyes cross, that’s when he knows he’s got you hooked.

happy birthday @hotgirlwonwoo!

Different

lee minho x reader

word count: 2k

genre: smut, fluff - MINORS DNI

warnings: non idol au, established relationship, soft dom! minho, inexperienced reader, mirror sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (y’all know BETTER), soft soft dirty talk, sliiiiggghhht breeding kink, sliiiiggghhhhttt choking, lots of praise, first “i love you”, reader is slightly insecure but has a lot of *growth*, pretty sure that’s it but if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

summary: minho is different, in all the ways you deserve.

kofi request: I have 2 requests pls!! Same theme of inexperienced/virgin reader but one with Minho & one with Hyunjin? Pls make them both soft doms, lots of praise & body worship for both fics pls. Thank you so much xx

a/n: the more i write minho, the more he wrecks my biases and im getting scared (@rachalixie collect your man)

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @whatudowhennooneseesyou - to be added, please send an ask or comment

The more you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more uneasy you felt. What if he didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like you? What if you were thinking too much into this - it’s not like you’ve never had sex before. With Minho it’s just-

Different.

With Minho, you’re scared. Not because he’s ever done anything to make you uneasy, but because of how many times this has gone wrong for you. It’s only been twice, but that’s enough to make you second guess if anyone would want you.

If Minho would want you.

You stood in the bathroom, the sunset filling the room with golden and pink rays as you adjusted your knee high stockings. Was it too much? What if he thought the lacy trim wasn’t pretty like you did? What if-

The front door shut, Minho’s voice projecting his arrival. Fuck, is it already time? You could’ve sworn his class ended in an hour.

You heard him walk into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. “You in there, baby?” He called from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Y-yeah!” You responded, voice forcefully cheerful to hide the cracks in it. “You’re here early.”

The sound of his backpack hitting the floor echoed, squeaks of the mattress indicating he sat down. “Yeah, I decided to skip class. Thought we could go ahead and start the weekend. Actually, I picked up some dvds-“

You zoned out, listening to Minho ramble about what he found at the video store. Movies sounded good. Movies sounded fun, and stress free, and you didn’t have to wear this stupid, frilly babydoll-

No. You can’t do this to yourself anymore. You can’t keep putting off something that you want because of two jackasses who led you on. Minho was different.

He was midway through explaining the fourth dvd when you opened the bathroom door rather abruptly, redirecting his attention to you.

Minho’s eyes widen, lips parting slightly as he took in your appearance. Starting at your face and heading south, his eyes covered every inch of you, lingering a bit in a few places before making eye contact with you.

“Oh.”

Oh?

You turned on your heels, heading back into the bathroom to take this stupid fucking outfit off. Minho doesn’t even like pink, what were you thinking?

He moved quickly, hand grabbing one of your wrists to stop you. “Where are you going?”

“To change. This was a stupid idea, I knew you wouldn’t like it-“

“Woah. Hey, hey, hey.” Hands flew to your waist, gently spinning you in his direction and pulling you into him. “Who lied and said I wouldn’t like this?”

You shook your head, focusing on the letters on his shirt so you didn’t have to look at him. “No one. I mean, it’s pink, Min, you hate pink. And I was being stupid and thought that-“

Two fingers found your chin, softly tilting your head up to look at him. When your eyes meet, every self destructive thought you’ve had faded away, so far out of reach it’s like they never even existed. His eyes were always shiny, emotions on display for anyone who cared to look. You never had to guess what Minho was thinking - his eyes always told you. It was the same right now; deep, dark seas spinning with an affection you never felt deserving of and the stars of arousal. The way he looked at you washed your body clean of any insecurity, any doubt in yourself, and replaced it with a bone chilling ache for him.

“I don’t like pink, you’re right.” His voice was intimidatingly low, but gentle in a way that made your knees weak. “But I like anything on you.” Minho let go of your hips, stepping back a bit. “Spin for me, doll. Let me see how pretty you look.”

Hesitantly, you spun in a slow circle, letting Minho take you in. When your back was to him, a happy groan left his lips, your body breaking out into goosebumps at the sound. Completing the circle, you looked at your boyfriend, who was already reaching to touch you.

Minho’s hands grabbed the hem of your lingerie, rubbing the lace between his fingers. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” You watched as he wet his lips as he stared at you, refusing to even blink in case he missed something.

“Min-“

“Can I show you?” He whispered, closing the space between you. Nuzzling into your neck, his lips brushed against your skin, feather light kisses covering the area. “Can I show you how beautiful you are?”

His hands slid underneath the skirt of your babydoll, finding the curve of your bottom and resting there. You nodded your head with a whine, setting the evening into motion.

The hands on you gripped gently, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, head rolling back to give him more access to your neck. Minho carried you across the room, kisses getting rougher as he reached the corner of the bed. He set you down, falling to his knees in front of you and lips finding a new home on your thighs.

“Thank you.” He mumbled between kisses. “Thank you for trusting me.”

You were lost in the pleasure of his lips, in the feeling of his fingers easing up your thighs. Nobody has ever taken their time to kiss you like this, to worship every inch of your body like you were holy ground. Minho is different; the gentle way in which he’s ridding you of your panties is even more evidence of that.

“I like these.” He whispered, teeth grazing on the edge of your thigh-highs. “Wanna keep these on while I fuck you.”

A gasp fell from the forwardness of his words as he continued to kiss you like it was nothing.

Finally, his lips were closing in on your core, and the insecurities rushed back to you. What if he doesn’t like how you look? How you taste? What if he sees your center and is disappointed? You can’t look, turning your head and squeezing your eyes shut as you prepare for disappointment.

Instead, his hands push your thighs apart, spreading you out wider. Minho hums happily, and you feel two fingers on your slit, spreading you out. “God, you’re ethereal.” Leaning in, his lips press gently on your clit. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

The first lick is gentle, but long - starting at your clit and tracing down to your hole. The second is shorter, tongue running up to your slit and applying just enough pressure to make you clench around nothing. The third is when you think Minho has lost his patience, pressure heavy and speed moderate as he covers every inch of you. His nose is brushing against your clit as he works, groans sending waves of pleasure through your body.

It’s heavenly, the way he licks you like he needs you to breathe. Minho’s moans are louder than yours, adding to the overwhelming sensation. Whimpering, your head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut. It feels so-

And then he stops without warning, groans of frustration leaving your mouth. You want to cry, to ask him why he stopped when he grabs your neck, bringing your head back down.

“Look.” He whispered, turning your head in the direction of the large mirror in the corner. “I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re falling apart for me.”

Hand still wrapped around your throat, he dives back in, no trace of gentleness left in his licks. Any time your head threatens to move, Minho redirects it, keeping your focus on you. On him. The way his head bops as he works, how pretty his hand looks around your throat. Your body, covered in goosebumps and shaking from pleasure. Hair stuck to your face, chest rising and falling. Something about you looked different, but in an incredible way.

It was Minho. Minho made you look different. Made you look…beautiful?

No.

He didn’t make it. He enhanced it. 

You laced your fingers through his hair, tugging gently to get his attention. Without stopping, Minho looked up, sparkly eyes soft.

“Minho? Need you.” You whined as his licks shifted to your clit.

“Already have me, baby.”

“No, need more.” You pulled his head back until he was off of you. Your boyfriend smiled up at you, face as shiny as his eyes. If you looked beautiful, he was ten times so, brown hair framing his face in a way that complimented his cheeks.

Fuck, and he thought you were ethereal?

Sitting back on his knees, Minho began to undress himself. “Dress off.” He gently commanded as he moved on to his sweatpants.

With shaky hands, you let your dress join his clothes on the floor, leaving yourself vulnerable for him. Minho crawled closer to you, hands sliding up thighs, on track to touch every inch of your newly exposed skin.

“Amazing.” He mumbled as his hands cupped your breast briefly. “I love you.”

Everything came to a screeching halt; your breath, his hands. It felt as if time froze - the only thing signifying that it hadn’t was the ticking of the clock.

“What?” Your voice was unstable, shaking from the sudden confession.

When Minho looked up at you, he had tears in his eyes. One tear was already sliding down his cheek, getting lost in the mix of his spit and your slick on his jaw. “I love you.” He repeated, words more confident and sure than ever. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

His lips collided with yours before you could even open your mouth, kissing you with a force that could make planets explode. Tears began to stream down your face as you let Minho lower you onto the bed. He never broke the kiss; not to climb over you, not even when he slid his hardened member inside you.

His thrusts rivaled the passion of his kiss; if his kisses could destroy planets, the way he fucked you could destroy universes. While slow, they were firm, hard, forceful in a way that made your body tremble from just a few.

You broke the kiss, panting as you attempted to catch your breath. Minho didn’t stop, simply moving on to cover over parts of your body with his love. “Min-“

“I love you.” Each word was followed by a hard thrust, the butterflies in your stomach starting to flutter out of control. “Love you so much, wanna fill you up so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Your back arched, body beginning to break under his hold. “D-do it.”

He laughed softly, looking up to meet your eyes. “Yeah? Want me to pump you full, baby? Cum, and I’ll give you every last drop of mine.”

Already partially there, his words succeeded in pushing you to the edge, butterflies escaping your grasp. Minho followed almost immediately, lips finding yours as he filled you to the brim.

Without pulling out, Minho crashed on top of you, head nuzzling into your neck. Your hands found his back, softly scratching it as the two of you tried to collect yourself.

“Mean it.” He mumbled against your skin, barely audible. “I love you.”

Head turning to the side, you caught a glimpse of your tangled bodies in the mirror. Minho, skin glistening with sweat and clinging to you like you would fall through his fingers if he tried to let go. You, makeup smudged from sweat and tears, lips swollen from Minho’s touch.

“I love you.” Those words, which have never been easy for you to say, left so confidently, so boldly and beautifully. They had a different taste on your tongue; a sweeter one, one that consumed you and gave you a rush you’ve never felt before.

They were different because Minho is different. They were different because they weren’t only directed at him, but at you as well.

©: chvnnie 2022

feel the beat

word count: <1k

warnings: afab!reader, oral (f. receiving), mentions of multiple orgasms, mentions of bruises, minor choking, teasing, edging, soft dom!minho, sub!reader - smut, MINORS DNI

synopsis: minho has this way of bringing out the most obedient sub in you

minho has this way of making you behave, more so than any partner you’ve ever had. your naturally bratty attitude fizzles out and dissolves as soon as he put his hands on you, your waist, your neck, your back, anywhere. you’re pliant and cooperative in his bed the way you’re argumentative and combative anywhere else. you thrive off of his praises and collect them to tuck away into a little pocket of your brain only he can access.

which explains how you’ve found yourself in your current predicament, spread out on your bed with his face between your legs. you’ve been leaking since he first instructed you to strip, leaving only a short chain around your neck with his initial on it, almost short enough to be a choker, or a collar.

your arms are crossed above your head, triceps shaking with the effort to keep them there as he instructed. good girl, he had said once you got into position, leaving goosebumps all over your body as you waited for him to touch you. you’re letting out whimpers now as he works, one of his hands holding your thigh, fingers digging into your skin in a way you hope will leave bruises.

there’s a song playing but you couldn’t tell what it was. he’s tapping out what can only be described as an unholy rhrythm into your clit with his fingers to the beat of the song as his tongue dives in and out of you, teasing you and keeping you right on the edge of pleasure. he’s singing along the best he can with his tongue occupied, his hums reverberating throughout your entire body sending jolts of pleasure through your bloodstream. it’s all part of the game, you’re to wait until the song is over to cum. but was the song over? is this the same song, or did another one play? you can’t tell.

“min-“ you breathe out, gasping when he switches to rubbing his fingers in slow circles. “please-“

he speeds up his fingers instead of answering you, and your moans become increasingly breathy and high. you can’t finish even your thoughts, let alone a sentence. you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed, but he taps at your thigh twice - eyes on me, he doesn’t have to say. you’re too well trained for him to have to use words anymore.

you pry your eyes open and what a sight he makes, head bobbing in his effort, hair already a bit sweaty and curling at the edges. you meet his eyes and they’re dark and hungry, staring at you like you’re his prey.

the coils get impossibly tight in your lower belly, burning with pleasure, and you can’t hold back anymore. you grind your hips into face as the pleasure overwhelms you, your orgasm hitting just as the final beat of the song plays. he moves to lap at your clit as you ride through your aftershocks, your body spasming as it became too much. his hands hold your hips down as he eats you out into overstimulation, and you want to scream from how good it hurts. he finally let up, turning to press a soft, wet kiss to your inner thigh before sitting back, lips red and bruised. you’re left slumped into the mattress, sweating and panting and arms sore, so drowsy that you felt like you could sleep right there.

“oh, kitten,” he says, tutting with a condescendingly sad look on his face when he sees your eyes droop. the pet name send another jolt through your sore pussy, and you choke back a moan. “you didn’t think you were done just because you came, were you? you almost didn’t last until the end of the song. i have so much more planned for you.”

he climbs over you, gracefully cat-like and eyes feral, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth with one hand while he strokes your side gently with the other, a perfect balance only he knows how to achieve for you. you can feel how hard he is where his hips align with yours, but he makes no move to relieve himself - this night is about you. your torture, your pleasure, your pain, your ecstasy.

you choke on his fingers when they enter deep, but suckle on them when he wiggles them out a bit, moaning when you taste yourself on them. his shirt rubs against your sensitive nipples, making you whimper and drool around his fingers. you’re reminded of the contrast between the two of you, you completely exposed and spread and him fully clothed and looking more composed than he had the right to be. his free hand creeps down your stomach to your pussy, making you shiver in fear, or anticipation, you can hardly tell anymore.

“my playlist has five songs left. you think you can cum five more times for me?”