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pairing – dom!minho x sub!reader

genre – smut. heavy degradation + dirty talk, name calling, puppy play, collar + leash, face fucking, light cum play, restraints. minho is mean and you love it.

note – sorry this is late :( my uni course moves so fast if i fall behind i won’t be able to catch up. so i end up prioritising my studies over writing smut. that being said… collars and leashes are so hot :”) i’m not too into actual puppy play but skz could put me on a leash and treat me in any way they like hehe also i live for minho hard dom agenda, that man knows he’s fine af and he loves the power he has. on another note, please always discuss kinks with partners first – safe sex is the best (and only) sex!

hope you enjoy~

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The collar around your neck is just tight enough to send thrills of arousal through your whole body. The other end of the leash is held in an iron grip in Minho’s hand. He looks down on your form with contempt, still fully clothed in his business suit. It’s a stark contrast to how naked you are, all it does it turn you on more.

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oh my god

hyunjin :: miroh @ mnet kingdom

GIRLLLLL I CANT

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

© eboysvngie | translating/reposting is not allowed

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : jisung x minho ; jisung x chan

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : mainly angst, a tiny bit fluff in between

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : caused of jisung's amnesia, he forgot the biggest mistake in his life

[ 𝙏𝙒 : mention of a car accident, car crash where someone dies (don't wanna spoiler to much bruh), jisung has amnesia ]

𝙖/𝙣 : this is inspired by this tiktok so thanks to the creator for giving me this idea hehe

"do you blame yourself?", chan asked, looking up at jisung, sitting in front of the couch the younger one was laying on. jisung raised his head to look at him, confused.

"what?"

"well it's quite common in this situation to feel a kind of guilt", chan said, gulping strongly, already having a feeling of what happened.

"what situation?", jisung asked again, now sitting up, being more than just a little confused about what chan was talking about. the older one looked at jisung, a soft expression on his face while he spoke to jisung. it wasn't the first time this happened. it wasn't the first time he forgot.

"the accident jisung. the accident"

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chan was jisung's best friend. actually the only friend he was able to remember he ever had. his amnesia wasn't making it easy for him to get in contact with new people, he would forget that he even meet them. chan was different. he knew jisung even before he got amnesia. and so did he.

minho. lee minho. that was his name. jisung remembered his name, before and after he got into this carcrash, two years ago. it was because lee minho wasn't someone jisung knew by his mind. he knew minho by his heart.

they were lovers, partners, soulmates. he was the only person jisung trusted with everything. his body, his mind, his soul. minho knew it all. and he was so happy and relieved when he rushed into that hospital room, two years ago, and jisung didn't looked confused to see him. he looked happy, like he had just waited for him to finally be there. he didn't forgot about him. and he promised minho that this would never happen.

but he broke it. jisung broke his promise. because he couldn't remember it.

he forgot it.

it was a rainy day. a rainy monday. jisung already didn't liked mondays, and the fact that he had to drive home in the rain didn't made this day any better.

he decided to drive not to fast, caused of the slippery road. jisung just wanted to be safe, he got a text from minho that he would buy his favourite cheesecake to make up his mood, and jisung just wanted to get home safe to enjoy his cheesecake with his boyfriend.

everything went good, he didn't even had that big of a problem to see the road and he got to his street faster than he thought. but after he turned around the corner, his house already in his view, something happened. something bad.

the only thing jisung felt was how something seemed to hit him from behind and his head smashing against the steering wheel. after that his view went black.

what he didn't realized was that he accidentally pushed forward and hit a person which was standing on the road. but he didn't hit some random stranger. he hit him.

luckily jisung wasn't that hurt. he had a laceration, where his head hit the steering wheel and a few bruises but that was all. some hours after the car crash he found himself laying on his couch, chan sitting on the floor next to him.

"the accident jisung. the accident", chan said clear and jisung realized that there was something in his past he forgot.

"touch your head ji. you have a wound there", chan said, hoping to help jisung to get his memory back. the younger slowly raised his hand, hissing after he felt the pain of the wound he already forgot about.

"shit, what the fuck happened?", he asked, looking at his best friend with concern but also curiosity.

"you had a car crash an-"

"again!? someone should take my driver's license from me", he joked, making chan chuckle even in this serious situation.

"it wasn't your fault. someone hit you in the back and you hit your head on the steering wheel. bu-"

"sounds like my angels were watching me", jisung interrupted chan again, being relieved that the accident didn't seemed that bad.

"that wasn't all..", chan mumbled, his voice becoming quieter and he looked at the ground. thinking about how he can tell jisung about what else happened. he already was concerned that he didn't asked about him yet but maybe he just thought that he was still shopping.

"when you hit your head and passed out you hit someone..", chan said, watching how jisung's reaction changed. "and the person you hit.. well.. they are not alive anymore"

"i killed someone?!", jisung screamed, shock and fear all over his face. "it wasn't your fault!", chan tried to calm him down, laying his hands on his shoulders and pushing him back on the couch.

jisung looked at his lap, playing with his fingers while he mumbled: "holy shit.."

chan sighed, taking jisung's hands in his. he didn't knew how jisung would react but he prayed that it wouldn't destroy him to much.

"the person.. the person you- the person that died..", chan stammered, breathing out loud before he finally spoke out what he was afraid to say the whole time.

"it was minho", chan tried to say as clear as possible looking up and into jisung's eyes. confused eyes.

"i know it may be hard.. "

"chan.."

"for you and i can understand when.. "

"chan"

"you need some time to-"

"chan!"

chan finally stopped talking, seeing that jisung's impression didn't changed at all. he even had a soft smile placed on his lips and chuckled short while ruffling through chan's hair.

"chan, i don't know a minho"

“Chan is your hand heavy? ‘Cause I can hold it for you.“ yeah, sure!

pls

minho fucking you n ur all senstive PLSKJSD minho makes brain go brrr

yes!! like!! he’s been fucking you for a while n you’re all sensitive and whining and you’re trying to shut your thighs n squirm away to take a lil break but he’s got a grip on you so you cant 😔 n plssdjfh minho holding ur thighs open so he can spit on his cock just to watch it drip before he rails u <3 n he keeps that stupid smirk on his face just bc he knows he’s the one making you feel good <33 yeah 😔

taehyung + ON performances

i have a sort of fluffy idea, hopefully it translates right, how about some married au with iwaizumi? him and his s/o bicker sometimes and so on an outing with the other third years one day him and his s/o are bickering. how they react is up to you? thank u!!!

this CUTE i love husband iwa 

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There was just something in the air. 

It was thick. And tense. And your friends, who sat across the table from you and your husband, had no clue what to do about it. 

However, you and Iwaizumi had yet to notice something was wrong. Maybe it was because you two were the cause of the tension. 

Hajime was more than excited to have a night out, eat a good meal, and drink as much alcohol as he wanted while he caught up with two friends. 

You, however, just couldn’t let him do that. 

“I don’t know if whiskey is a good idea, Hajime,” you warned him after Mattsukawa and Hanamaki had offered a round.  

“Why not?” he asked with a sigh, not even bothering to look up at you from the menu. 

“I’d rather not have to carry you home,” you told him. “Plus, it’s your turn to play designated driver - I heard they have good margaritas here.” 

You could almost hear him roll his eyes, but you paid no mind to it. Instead you looked up to the boys on the other side of the table; they had quite the long faces. 

“I’ll make it up to you by buying your first round!” 

After you told them that, their spirits were raised high. Until your and Iwa’s next conversation. 

“You’re not going to like that,” Hajime grumbled, in reference to what you had decided to order. 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I know you. And I know you’re pickier than you admit.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes now. “You don’t know anything.” 

“Whatever, but I’m not trading with you when you don’t like it. You’ll be hungry later.” 

Your friends were… confused. Admittedly, all of you had been quite busy lately - you hadn’t seen each other in around 6 months. And neither of them remembered you two bickering this much. It made both of them feel awkward, because it didn’t seem like you or Iwa were happy to be together. 

When the food finally came around and you tried your meal, you desperately wanted to avoid admitting defeat - but it was no use. 

“You don’t like it, do you?” 

When you didn’t reply, Iwa picked up your plate and scooted his own over to you. 

“Iwa -” 

“Just shut up and eat,” he told you, his tone demanding and stern. You did what he told you to do - you’d be crazy not to. Even Hanamaki and Mattsun were encouraged to just shut up and eat their food - and down their drink. 

By then, the two were growing just as curious as they were concerned. They’d be really bummed if their two best friends decided to get a divorce - Hanamaki was determined to force you two into marriage counseling, if that’s what it came to. 

While you two were bickering again, over why you should’ve been the one to choose dessert rather than Hajime, Mattsun and Hanamaki shared a long, knowing look with each other. It was like they were trying to convince the other to ask the question they both wanted an answer to. 

Matsukawa would be the one to speak up. 

“I’m just saying, the brownie would have been better -” 

“Are you two okay?” 

At almost the same exact time, you and Iwa turned to face the duo and said, “What?” 

Mattsun looked over to Hanamaki, as if to tell him it was his turn to speak - so he did. 

“It’s just… you guys seem to be… arguing a lot more than usual.” 

“I dunno what you mean,” you said. 

“Do you think we’ve been arguing?” Iwa asked you. 

“No? What do we even have to argue over?” 

Hajime shrugged, and your answer only stressed your friends out even more. Mattsun was about to speak again, but the waitress with dessert interrupted him. 

The slice of cake she sat in front of you only made you look at your husband and pout. “I don’t even want it.” 

“More for me,” Iwa said, pulling the plate over to him, and you whined loudly. 

“You really do suck.” 

“This is what we’re talking about!” Matsukawa exclaimed - maybe a bit too loudly for a restaurant. 

He didn’t understand how you two didn’t see it. You both seemed so uptight with each other - you weren’t agreeing on anything, you couldn’t finish a conversation without one of you rolling your eyes. You didn’t seem okay. 

“What do you mean?” Iwa asks with a mouth full of cake, and both Makki and Matsukawa groan - it wasn’t even worth talking about. 

It didn’t matter, because Hajime was already looking away from them and over to you. “I see you eyeing my cake.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Try it,” he tells you, holding his fork with a bite of cake in front of your face. 

You don’t need him to tell you to eat cake twice - you happily ate it, and you can’t even try to pretend that you disliked it. 

Iwa wipes the crumbs from the corner of your mouth with his thumb before saying, “you can finish it, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” 

When he was gone you dug into the cake, and Mattsun wanted to take the chance to figure out how you really felt. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yep.” 

“You guys aren’t going through anything, are you?” 

“Mmm… nope.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, leaning on the table to get closer to you. “You can tell us anything, Y/N. Be honest.” 

You were too busy eating the cake to really get into the conversation, but your friend’s serious tone threw you off. It was rare that he sounded so somber and genuine. 

“I… don’t know what I should say,” you said. “Me and Hajime are just like we’ve always been.” 

Honestly, Mattsun didn’t know if he could feel okay with that answer. He still felt like you were hiding something, like you two weren’t doing as well as you were trying to play off. He had no proof of that, after all. 

But he didn’t have the chance to press any further, because that’s when Iwaizumi came back. 

“I told you to finish it,” he said to you, referring to the cake. 

“I saved the last bite for you!” 

Iwaizumi smiled, for the first time that night that Mattsun and Hanamaki had seen. He let you feed him the final bite of the cake, his smile only widening. 

“So sweet,” he said. 

“Duh, it’s cake.” 

“I’m talking about you, idiot.” 

You laughed at him as his hand comfortably came to rest in your lap, cradling your thigh. You put your hand on his leg as well, squeezing it lovingly. 

“Have you guys had enough whiskey?” you ask. 

“I haven’t,” Iwa chimes in, and you chuckle. 

“We’re… probably good.” 

“Unless Iwaizumi wants to buy us another round!” 

“Ooh, if you’re buying, I’ll take one,” you said to your husband, and he scoffed as he draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. 

“You’ve had two too many margaritas,” he said before pressing a kiss to your temple. “We should probably get home before you convince me to let you order more than you need.” 

“He’s no fun, is he?” you ask your friends, who both shake their heads. 

It’s as if the tension from before had completely faded away. Maybe they were reading things wrong - maybe they had just spent too long away from you two, and didn’t get the chance to see how your relationship had blossomed into this. 

But it was obvious that even if you might’ve been out of the honeymoon stage by now, and even if you bickered over everything without even realizing it, you were still in love - and that’s all your friends wanted for you two.

“you left the door unlocked?” atsumu calls out to you the second he enters your apartment, heavy bags of laundry and groceries occupying his arms, and with another second, you meet him in the kitchen.

“oh hey!” you chime, “you’re home!”

and atsumu looks at you, “you left the door unlocked!”

“it’s a safe neighborhood.” you shrug, tittering as you ignore his antics, and you walk over closer to him to welcome him home.

it’s been a long day without atsumu — he has his volleyball career and you have your college, but even after all that, he is still your husband, and it’s only right that you get to miss him.

atsumu settles down the bags he carried on the kitchen counter, a hand on his hip, and he turns your hug away.

he tells you, “what if a psychopathic maniac walked in?”

“well, then i would’ve said; hi tsumu, how was your day?” you smile, rolling your eyes at his chattering, and you attempt to hug him again despite your first attempt being futile.

atsumu smiles, his own cheshire grin, and he likes that he goes home to you, likes that no matter how tiring his day gets, he’ll always have you to come home to.

he lets you welcome him into a hug, and he smiles, and he laughs, saying, “i picked up the laundry - separated your whites from my reds, i didn’t make that mistake again - and i picked up those highlighters you were eyeing the last time we went by there, and, oh wait — ”

he stops talking, walking over to your side of the room, and atsumu says, “pause.”

“what?” you laugh, raising a brow at his actions, and you’re pulled into his arms - he smells like the sun and fresh cologne - and you’re quick to ease into him.

he smiles, “pause.”

you titter, “why?”

and he tells you, “kiss.”

so you laugh thinking he’s joking, but you stop your sentences anyways, pushing his hair away from his face, and you let him kiss you - smiley, toothy, consecutive kisses - and he doesn’t let you pull away.

atsumu’s arms locks behind your hips, pushing you against the kitchen sink, kissing you one after the other, and he pulls away, taking the free second as an opportunity to calm the atmosphere down.

it’s been a long day of volleyball, a long day without you, and it’s nice to just have you so close to him even for a little while.

you smile, your nose almost touching his, and you say, “so you were telling me about highlighters?”

“is that all you want from me?” he asks, faking a dramatic sigh.

and you nod, “i married you for that exact reason, miya - a set of highlighters.”

and atsumu scoffs, “well, miya, i didn’t hear you mention them in your vows.”

the high of the moment ends, his laughter dies down with yours, but neither of you move away from each other - just comfort in the closeness of being together again.

you married this man. you’re barely 20, and you’ve actually married this man - taken his name as your own - and you’re still deciding if that’s a good thing or not.

his nose brushes against yours, and you stare at his face long enough to see a subtle blue discoloration just above his eyebrow.

“you have a bruise.” you frown, pointing out what you see as you trace over it with your finger.

atsumu nods, wincing when you touch too hard over it, “got hit in the face with a ball.”

“does it hurt?” you ask, a bit gentler this time.

and he tells you, “nothing i can’t handle.”

atsumu feels your hand settle on his cheek, his bruised, sore cheek, and he feels how gentle you are with it — like you’re scared to hurt him, and he pushes his face deeper into your palm.

you could never hurt him.

your voice is soft, “wanna go to bed?”

he would go anywhere with you.

atsumu nods, and he laughs, “but we are so not leaving that door unlocked.”

it’s only been a few months since you and atsumu got married — just young kids, signing contracts, sharing names and spitting vows — but he’d like to think that it’s going well, he’d like to think this would last, he’d like to think that you love marrying him as much as he does.