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#i'm so RUSTY i need to get back on my grind so i can pump out more hot bon content
copyqueer · 2 months
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the way i just went into my old defunct bon clay art ask blog from 2015 to get art for this blog bc there's SO LITTLE art for this guy that's good for graphics and i can't sit down and mine the manga seriously yet and i didn't feel comfortable using someone else's art
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smackurbeoms · 3 years
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genre - smut; minho dom / reader sub, unprotected sex, orgasms.
word count: 1.8k
notes: hi there, hei here! this is ny first work here. i'm currently exploring different platforms as to where else i could share my works. i hope you enjoy this work! <33
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Fuck it— you uttered. You were being bombarded by senseless messages, pushing you to get off your feet and go unwind. You can't— and You don't want to. You're too busy thinking about what else you could do, something more purposeful. Recovering from a breakup is not easy. It has only been 6 months since you last saw your ex, and for now, you guess you could say that you've moved on.
A year of love (of course, with a lot of lust) is not easy to get over with. Especially if your first boyfriend is no other than the well-known heartbreaker that fixed himself only for you. Well, the breakup was mutual— you could say that you got tired of each other's toxic habits, but to say the least, he never cheated.
"Y/n, c'mon. You have got to enjoy the party. An hour won't hurt; I'll wait for you, okay?" your best friend called. She doesn't ask for many favors, so it makes you guilty to say no (like for the nth time).
"Fine," you said, ending the call to go shower. You dragged yourself to get ready, and you didn't want to look like a tormented bitch also, so you tried your best to fix up. You grabbed your silk, thin-strapped black body con, which hugged your figure oh so well, and popped on some stilettos that match the look. Your hair was brought character by some big natural waves, along with soft glam makeup as a final touch. Finally, before leaving, you sprayed some of your favorite fragrance— Bvlgari Omnia in Amethyst, to be exact, and you went on your way to the bar.
You went through a crowd of cheering and dancing people, and finally, you met your best friend. A few drinks in, and she's nowhere to be found, which you assume to be making out with some dude he had met over some online dating app or whatever.
You were drinking, still, and you suddenly smelled a familiar scent brushing through your nose. Oh no, This can't be. You turned around to see who it was, and lo and behold, there he was— your ex, Lee Minho.
Minho stood by the high bar table in front of where you were settled, making you parallel to each other. You were trying your best to avoid eye contact, but you, of all people, know how much Minho hates it when someone avoids his gaze. You were chugging down your alcohol, and as you request for another glass to one of the waiters;
"No, thank you. She's not taking any more drinks," your ex said, accompanying you at the table. Yup, he is indeed my ex-boyfriend— Minho is a very stern and protective man, particularly to you, even when you were not yet dating.
"I can drink as much as I want," you replied, causing him you raise his brow at you. "Okay then, drink as much as you want. Only if someone's going to take you home," he negotiated.
"My best friend's out there making out with someone else. Do you actually think someone's going to take me home?" you rebutted. "Exactly my point, y/n. Now don't be a brat and try to be safe for once. No one's going to protect you now."
Fuck. Well, that shit hurt.
You tried to walk out of the situation when the moment you turned around, you bumped into the serving waiter making all the drinks on the tray pouring on to me. Minho, with fast reflexes, took off his coat and immediately covered you with it. "This is why you always need company," he annoyingly uttered. He brought you to his car and drove to his place.
"Cover yourself with my coat," he glared at you. "As if you never saw it," you whispered and did as he said. You both arrived at his studio unit, and Minho immediately pulled you in front of his closet. He rummaged through his closet and handed you his shirt. "Would you mind wearing one of my oversized shirts?" he asked. You nod to his question when deep inside, you felt ecstatic to wear one of Minho's shirts again. "Shit, I don't have extra undies," you said, making him widen his eyes. "You still have...uh...l-lingeries here," he hesitated.
Seeing his kinda flustered figure elated you, so you thought— It wouldn't hurt to tease a little, right?
Without any words, you rummaged through his drawers, and there you found a basket full of Minho's favorite lingeries of yours. You grabbed a red lacy panty forgetting about the bra and hopped straight to the shower. You purposely didn't close the door, and the sound of the water trickling down your skin was enough to make Minho remember all the time you spent in bed. After showering, you realized that you forgot to bring a towel with you, so you just went out naked, making Minho's eyes widen.
"Y-y/n, w-what are you doing?" he said, avoiding to look at you.
"I forgot to bring a towel. Can I borrow one?"
"Yea, sure," he said, immediately got his towel and covered you with it. "Dry me off," you provoked, making him look at you sternly. For a moment, you thought he was a different person as he obeys your commands. He was gently wiping you down with his towel. You can see his ears go red with every second, and as you look down, an evident tent was created by his growing bulge, which was enough to turn you on. You did not notice that you were staring relentlessly at his tent, so to your surprise, you gasp at a finger slipping to your now wet folds.
"I see that I still make you wet," he grinned, circling your clit around, making you releasing soft moans. "M-minho..." you yelped. You realized that you provoked him a little too much. Minho doesn't like you teasing him. It was always him that was the dominant one— the one in control. You grab onto Minho's shoulders as your knees grow weak with all the pleasure. He slightly laughed at you and immediately carried you to his bed. He hovered on top of you, making him settle himself between your folded thighs.
"I was kind of hoping to see you wearing my shirt again because you look good in it, but I've realized you look better without it," Minho said, peppering your face with sweet, light smooches as if he's not gonna fuck you out relentlessly later. You grew impatient as he continues to shower your face and your neck with wet kisses, so you cling onto his neck and kissed him. Minho, getting the signal, slipped his tongue inside your mouth wherein both your tongues were playing blissfully with each other.
In time, he was marking your neck, and his right hand was groping one of your boobs while the other was busy fingering you deeply. It began harder and harder to suppress your moans, and your lower lip was starting to taste rusty due to his and your biting.
"Keep moaning for me, baby. I want to hear them," he said, but you wanted to tease. "Make me," you said in between your breathy moans. Minho grinned at your response and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He lifted your thighs up and knelt down in front of your intimacy. His kisses were traveling down from the back of your knee, to your thighs, down to your core. As you felt Minho's lips in your heat, you couldn’t help but arch your back and moan with pleasure. Your moans were getting louder as you come closer to your high, and Minho flicking his tongue inside you was doing no help at all.
"You're so fucking wet for me," he said, licking you still. "I'm gonna c-cum..." you moaned. As expected, Minho didn't let you release just yet.
"Not yet, baby," he said, standing up and stripping down his clothes. As he took off his boxers, his erected dick sprung up, making you hunger to ram them inside of you.
"Suck," he commanded. You didn't need to be told twice as you kneel and started to suck him in. You should be teasing the hell out of him first, but you couldn't resist the sight of his warm hard cock inside your mouth. You start bobbing your head as he guides you with his hands. Deep throats are his weakness, so you kept on doing them while looking at him. He threw his head back due to the pleasure, and you kept on sucking.
"Fuck," he groaned, lifting you up and back to his bed. With no intro, he rammed his whole length inside of you, causing you to scream to the pleasure. "M-Minho..." you moaned, making him slam himself harder. "You're still so fucking tight around me," he whispered to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"On all fours," he again commanded. You turned your back on him, and he again slipped his cock inside of you and fucked you relentlessly. His girth stretching you out, and you couldn’t help but moan at the shaking experience he has been bringing you.
"Fuck, yes. Keep on clenching y/n. Just like that...
"Ride," he said. Minho laid down his bed as you sit on top of his member. You grind on top of him as his hands hold your waist. Seeing his beautiful, well-structured face turns you on more, finally making you insert in length in you. You lowered yourself slowly, and as you sink yourself, Minho pulled and embraced you, pumping relentlessly in and out of you. You moan by his ears, and at this point, you couldn’t help it anymore.
"Minho, fuck. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna..." before even finishing your sentence, he hovered on top of you and fucked you faster, deeper, and harder.
"Go on, cum for me," he whispered as he rams himself in missionary. With a loud screeching moan, you came to your release as he keeps his pace, riding your high. "Suck me off," he said, and so you did. You sucked on him to his high, and with a loud groan, he came all over your face. The both of you laid silent in the bed, and in a while, Minho carried you in bridal style to the shower and washed you off. Minho was quite silent as he does his aftercare. Finally, he got his shirt that you were supposed to be wearing a while ago and assisted you in wearing them.
"Cuddle with me," he whined, making you hug him to your sleep. He was stroking your hair, making you fall deeper into his comfort. "You were supposed to wear my shirt a bit earlier, but then you began being naughty," he whispered whining to your ear. Before finally falling into dreamland, you felt him kiss you on the forehead and tightened his embrace.
"I missed you, y/n."
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I've got this image of Shannon sleeping in my head. He's beautiful and I want to touch him...I'm desperate for his touch but he'd had a long hard day/night/week recording with mars and he needs his sleep. Instead I take matters into my own hands although I promised I'd wait fr him. I"m next to him while he's sleeping. It feels amazing. I'm literally on the edge...dying for that release...when he wakes up...what should I do? How does he react? Could you write that for me?
Hmmm. Alright, I’m gonna try this out. Cutting this because it’s.. nasty. ;)  Sorry if it’s short but I hope you like it. 
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His eyes are closed and his hands are clasped against his chest. His strong hands, fingers laced around each other and clenched together the same way my thighs are. I’m laying on my stomach. My leg is wrapped around his head and with each exhale, there’s a little sigh or growl sending a tingle straight through me. 
I slowly start to slide my fingers up and down his broad chest. Hoping I don’t stir him, but also hoping I do. Before he’d fallen into slumber, he said something along the lines of “Wait for me, and when I get up, I’ll take care of you.” 
I would literally hump his hand if it meant getting any sort of friction to my aching center. Jesus, I’m soaking through my underwear. Why does he have to sleep so long? 
I roll over onto my back. I recall that one time I had come home drunk and straddled Shannon while he was sleeping. I didn’t know any better. He could’ve shoved me off of him. He woke up pleasantly surprised and excited. it only took him seconds to pump his shaft to hardness and get himself inside of me. 
God… The way he filled me. Fingers wouldn’t cut it but god I had to try. I licked two of my fingers and let them glide down my body. My hips are trying to thrust to my touch the way they did when he touched me, but I don’t want him to feel me moving and wake up. 
Though his punishes were promises, I just wanted him to be able to sleep. He’d worked relentlessly, banging on those drums.. God, his hips probably moving the way they do when he pistons in and out of me.
My clit is swollen when I reach it. It’s surrounded by my witness and I have to bite my lip hard not to cry out as the first touch feels like heaven. I’ve been waiting all day. Mercilessly awaiting him, his tongue, his cock. I picture it as the teasing way he runs the tip over my clit, dragging it slow right before he’s going to push it into me. My head falls back. 
Slowly, I circle it before quickly shoving the two fingers into my hole. God. Fuck. JESUS. The thought of the way he always starts to pound at a steady rhythm and gripping my neck just right as he’s growling outside my ear… I need him. 
Suddenly, I feel a strong hand over mine and my heart stops. I open my eyes to see him staring at me in the dark. “What are you doing?”
“Me?” 
Of course me. Who else would he be talking to?
“You wouldn’t happen to be putting your dirty little fingers inside of my pussy, are you?” His voice is rusty and I moan so loud I can feel the room shake. He pulls my fingers back and pushes them back in. Oh God, he was using my fingers to finger me. He slowly runs his short beard stubble against my neck, causing me to clench up because of the tickling sensation but also because fuck.. Shannon was sex made of sex. 
“You just couldn’t wait for me to fuck you, could you you dirty little girl?”
I bite my lip as he runs his tongue around the shell of my ear before tugging it into his mouth and grinding his teeth against it. 
“Oh God.” I gasp as I try to pull my hand away but he chuckles darkly. 
“No. You’re going to finish what you started… and then I’m going to fuck you until you remember the rules. What did I tell you?”
“H-Hands off.”
“And where are you hands?” He pulls his face away from my ear and looks me square into my eyes. 
“They’re not exactly on. They’re in.” I manage to stick my tongue out and he growls as he pushes his hand against my fingers deeper until I cry out as it brushes against my G-Spot.
“And now what’s it on?”
“Oh fuck. Shannon. PLEASE.”
“What’s it on, girl?”
“My spot. Oh god. It’s on my spot. Shannon.” I’m weeping with need as he slowly travels down my body and his hot tongue makes contact with my clit. I gasp as it quickly sweeps around it before he flattens it against my clit and I whine out loud, my hips bucking to get more friction. 
“You broke the rules.” he pulls my hands away and my eyes widen. “so, now you have to wait until the morning.”
“BUT–”
“Lights out, Princess.” 
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