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linos-luna · 1 year

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Stressful Day ❣️☁️

Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Contains: lots of praising, kisses, making out, light smut? , pet names, y/n is kinda a pillow princess?

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It’s been a stressful day and all you want to do is go home and see your boyfriend, then maybe take a nap. You have no more energy for today.

You walked in and quickly went to your bedroom, not even realizing that you passed Minho. He looked a bit confused but followed you soon after.

There you were, laying on the bed, face down in the pillows.

“Hey… baby?” He went over to the bed and tapped your shoulder, not sure if you’re asleep. “Are you okay?”

You turned your head and looked at him in surprise. “Oh hi. Sorry I didn’t know you were here…”

“Hm, that’s okay. Are you doing okay, kitten?” He asked while rubbing your back. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head and turned, laying on your back, head on the fluffy pillows.

“I just need you right now, Minnie…”you said with a sigh while holding your arms at to him.

“Of course,” Minho said with a smile as he climbed over you to kiss you. He was practically on top of you, resting his arms on each side of your head while gently rubbed your cheeks as he continued kissing you. “Anything for you, Kitten.”

Every once in a while he would kiss you around the cheeks, neck, and chin. You loved when he littered you with kisses and you couldn’t help giggling at the tickling feeling when he got to your neck.

“My pretty little kitty…” he whispered while kissing your cheeks. “Love your pretty face *kiss* Love your beautiful hair *kiss* Love your body *kiss* Best kitty *kiss* sweetest girl *kiss*”

You loved when he did this. You didn’t want to move and Minho knew that.

“Does my kitten want me to take care of her?” Minho asked, getting close to your ear.

“Yes Minnie.” You said with a gasp as he was already messaging your breast under your shirt.

“Minnie, I don’t want to-…”

“I know, Kitten.” He said while rubbing your cheek. “You just relax and I’ll take care of you…”

You nodded as he rubbed your sides and removed your pants.

“You always have the cutest panties.” He chuckled while rubbing your baby pink underwear.

You whimpered a bit at the feeling and he went back to kissing you. Although he continued palming you.

Mi-min-… Minnie…” you moaned as he went down your neck.

“You’re such a good girl…” he said in a breathy tone. “Does my kitty want more?”

Y-yes Minnie-…” you couldn’t finish as he lifted your shirt and kissed down your stomach. He held onto your love handles as he went down your tummy and soon your thighs. He moved your legs so that he could comfortably kiss and nip at your thighs, instantly causing you to moan and whine.

You were getting wet as he continued kissing your thighs then kiss your clothed cunt every once in a while.

“M-min-Minnie…” you moaned while holding his hair. “Kiss… kiss kitty’s lips… please…” you gasped as he looked up from kissing your panties.

“Anything for my sweet kitten.” He replied while putting your legs down and kissing your lips. He wrapped his arms around you and and held you tight when suddenly rolling over so that you were laying on him.

He kissed your head and held you as you cuddled and nuzzled into his neck. He was so warm and smelled amazing. He hummed softly, helping you relax.

“Get some sleep, kitten. You deserve it.”

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I’ve had a really stressful past week, and perhaps I just want Minho 🥺

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iridescentxstars · 1 year

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dance for me — bangchan

➳ published: 13.12.22 ➳ mafia!au || genre: smut || rated: m ➳ pairing: mafia!bangchan x dancer!reader (fem) ➳ summary: chan asked you a question that you were hesitant to answer because of your past but you learn that chan simply couldn't care less because all he can think about is you dancing for him ➳ word count: 1.6k ➳ warnings: slight yandere behaviour, like the smallest amount, reader was a stripper ➳ author’s note: so i wrote this for a friend, she sent me an instagram reel which is inspired by a scene in 'sinners condemned' by somme sketcher. all the inspiration credit goes to the author! @the-boy-meets-evil and @sanjoongie this is to make up for making yall cry ➳ banner and divider credit: @hobeemin

[NOW PLAYING: Chase Atlantic - Swim]

Chan's fingers brush your hair out of your face, he didn't think his question would cause you to get so flustered. He could tell that there was something that you've been hiding from him - Chan does his research, he doesn't just fuck around with anyone, he makes sure that they are authentic. No lies, no surprises. He didn't become the king of the city by allowing himself to be fooled by those around him.

He knows everything. He prides himself on it and yet, there is something in your past that he cannot get his hands on - no matter how hard his men have tried.

You chew on your bottom lip, fingers playing with the ring you always wear on your right hand; you've been trying to figure out how to tell him about your past without seeing that look of disgust cross his face.

You're not ashamed, you had to do what you could to get yourself out of the debt that your parents put you in and when you managed to pay off everything and save enough to break ties and make a name for yourself, away from them and the life that you used to lead, you ran. Far. You moved out of the small, backwater, no-hope of a town you grew up in and pursued your dream of living in the big city. You built a life for yourself and loved it but how were you meant to know that Bang Chan, the most powerful man in the city, would grow interested in you?

He's handsome, luxurious and well-mannered. A man that you could only ever dream about, the type you read about in your little books that you'd hide under your bed. The dangerous type, but aren't they all? He could make all of your problems disappear, one way or another, but as rough as he could be - Chan would never lay a finger on you, not without your consent.

Poor girl should have run away but you found yourself tumbling down the rabbit hole, caught up in everything he is and has to offer.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Chan's voice pulls you back to the present, to the question he had asked as you both entered his home. It's the first time you've been there. He's always taken you back to your apartment but tonight is different. He's not letting you run away like you have every other night; a quick peck on the lips with a smile and blushing cheeks before disappearing into the safety of your home. Chan's got you right where he wants you and now that you're here - there's no running away.

"N-nothing," You say, looking up with a smile, "I was just thinking about how delicious dinner was tonight, I really liked that place."

A lie, so obvious, but Chan just nods, humming as he hooks a finger under your chin and makes you look up at him. "Well, I'll make sure to take you there again but I did ask you a question and I expect it to be answered."

"Oh," you murmur quietly, pulling away quickly before the scent of his cologne causes you to crumble once more. You look around the foyer and spot a small loveseat for you to sit down and take your heels off. "What was the question again?"

Chan catches you before you get to sit down, "what did you do before you came to town?"

You look at him, searching his eyes and knowing that he's not going to let this go. What's the worse that could happen? He calls you a gold digger, a whore, degrades you and laughs you outta his house? You've heard it all before but fuck, you like him. As stupid as you are, you like all that he is - even if part of him is dark and deadly - and you don't want him to view you as something you were rather than who you are.

But, if he does then you can always walk away, right?

"A stripper." You say, voice soft, meek and showing that submissive side of yourself that you try to desperately hide.

There's a look in Chan's eyes that suggests that this isn't something he is repulsed by. "You were pretty good at it," this isn't a question, he's finally putting that final piece of your puzzle into place at how you ended up where you are. You've worked for it. It may not have been a job that many view as 'honest' work but then again, neither is what Chan does. "Did you enjoy it?" You're a dance teacher with your own studio while you also work at the mayor's office as his receptionist, of course you enjoyed it but he needs that confirmation. You nod, slowly as if curious as to where he's going with this, "would you give me a lap dance? Show me how good you are."

There's a look in your eyes, a slight change that has a soft rumble sound from his chest. Oh, this is quite the surprise and Chan doesn't typically find himself in situations where he can be surprised.

You take his hand, pull him to the spacious living room and sit him down on the couch with a push to his chest. Chan chuckles at your faux dominance, allowing you the illusion that you hold all the cards, while you set up. A dancer can’t give a good show without accompanying music, right?

You walk towards him seductively and Chan settles into his seat, legs spread, suit jacket unbuttoned and one arm resting over the back of the couch. His eyes are on yours, both hungry as your hand reaches to the zip on the side of your dress, dragging the zipper down slowly as you make your way to stand in front of him and the tight, black dress soon pools to the floor - leaving you in black lace lingerie and heels.

There's a pause. Time feels like it's at a standstill other than the music playing in the background and once it hits the chorus, you move. Your moves are designed to capture his attention, to make him think about nothing but the way you look with your cleavage in his face, neck bare, lips parted and eyes on his. You move in a way that causes his mind to forget where they are, your hips grinding against his lap, stirring the beast inside and causing Chan to think about all the ways your body would feel underneath him, lips parted as you scream his name.

You're dangerous, in your own way. Sweet, innocent and delicate - a flower. A rose. Beautiful and sweet smelling with thorns for those who aren't careful, Chan could almost chuckle if Rose was your stage name because it's rather fitting seeing you like this. Almost.

"Take your bra off," Chan says after a short while, looking up into your eyes as you roll your body against his. Your hands are holding onto his broad shoulders, keeping yourself stable as you dance on him, and Chan's hands are hovering over your hips, knowing that if he was to truly touch you then he's pushing you down onto his hardening cock and making you feel what you're doing to him.

However, that would ruin the fun.

"It'll cost extra," your voice is sweet, melodic, enticing, playing the role perfectly like you never left the strip club. Fuck, the thought that you were this bold with anyone else drives him insane. Maybe he should make sure those who got to see you like this can never see again... shit, what're you doing to him?

Your fingers curl around the hair at the back of Chan's neck before moving through his soft, blonde locks and applying enough pressure to the back of his head so that the man's face is pressed into your cleavage. A low growl sounds from the back of his throat as he nips at the top of your plump breasts, "I'll take it off."

Moving back, you tilt his head up and lean down so your lips are nearly touching his, teasing, inviting him to close the distance. You know that you're playing with fire but you can't help it, high on the atmosphere. "Costs even more," you whisper against his lips.

Oh, you want to play that game?

Chan digs his hand into his pants, pulling out his wallet and without breaking eye contact, he pulls his card out from the leather wallet before tossing it away and shoving the black Amex card into your mouth. Your eyes widen, your game beaten as his fingers dance up your spine to the clasp at the back of your bra, "pin is 3436. Now, take it off." He whispers into your ear as he easily unclasps your bra and you pull your body away from his. You're sitting on his lap, your heat pressed against his cock and if either of you were to look down, you'd see the damp mess that you made, your arousal apparent but Chan's eyes only travel down to your breasts, watching your hands remove the bra and show off your perky breasts with your nipples hard and waiting for his hands, his lips, to tease them.

He's been pretty patient, hasn't he? How can he deny himself the pretty treat you've presented him.

Play time is over now. Chan takes one of your breasts into his mouth as he grabs your ass tightly and stands up, heading to the bedroom. He could fuck you on the couch, he thought of it but he's going to take his time with you, show you everything that he is and why he's better than anyone you've ever had. Chan plans on making you addicted to him as he is with you, obsessed with the way he makes you feel and want him constantly.

Crazy in love, that's what he wants and Chan always gets what he wants.

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