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I absolutely loved this story 🫶 it’s hard for me to get invested in multiple part fics but I loved every chapter of this one. I loved how Minho was secretly in love this whole time but kept it to himself cause he thought reader really liked Hyunjin 🥲 such a good plot 🩷

THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 7 IN SEVENTH HEAVEN

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“You’re mine from now on.”

“But I’ve always been,” you immediately reply and the two of you chuckle.

[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.

[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, marking m receiving, oral f receiving, loss of virginity, protected piv, praise, slight possessiveness ], consumption of alcohol

[ words ]: 6.8K

[ note ]: I am so sad that this is the last part... I hope you will like it tho just as much as the last one. Thank you again for everything during this past month. I love you guys so much, seriously. I've never expected this, especially since I haven't been here for too long. I once again sound like a broken record but thank you and lots of love to you. Take care, sleep and eat well, be kind to yourselves and enjoy this last chapter (for now)!! 🌸

“I’m in love with Lee Minho.”

Hyunjin looks at you as if you just told him the world is upside down. You let out another laugh, fully grasping your destiny. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wonder what Y/N from a few weeks ago would tell you. Would she be surprised? Now in hindsight, you doubt it. Somehow, you’ve always known subconsciously.

“You’re… you’re in love with Minho?” Hyunjin asks, his eyes filled with tears and you watch him zone out a little. He gulps, trying to drag his gaze away from you.

“I am,” you reply because you mean it. You’re not like Hyunjin. You don’t lead people on like that.

He takes a deep breath and for a second you fear he’s gonna say something toxic again. But when he speaks, his voice is oddly calm, “It’s… it’s alright. I mean, I can’t say anything against it. I just hope he will make you happy.”

You scoff, “Do you really mean that?”

“I do,” he insists. “Besides all the shit I did you both are still my friends and I only want whatever’s best for you, you know?”

You have a hard time believing him. It’s not just that he dated other people, it’s who he asked to go on a date with.

“Why did you ask out his ex then? And his sister? Why have you been targeting him? Have you known?”

“Known what?”

“That Minho and I…”

“Right,” Hyunjin says, his jaw clenching. “What exactly are you? Has this been going on since I went to Paris?”

“No. Only for a week. But I think deep down I’ve always had feelings for him,” you confess,

Hyunjin’s gaze changes. “You told me you were in love with me, Y/N.”

“Because I was. But then you disappeared,” you remind him.

“I know.” His voice is smaller now but clear. You won’t let him get under your skin.

“You broke my heart, Hyune. With that decision to confess to me the night before you would be gone for half a year. I couldn’t fall asleep without Felix checking in every hour and without Jisung buying all the ice cream our grocery sells,” you tell him and just when your lungs start gasping for oxygen, you start to feel the tears pricking on your lower lash line.

“I’m sorry.”

This stupid word is all that makes it past his lips. But apologies don’t really matter if the actions don’t match. You don’t expect Hyunjin to treat you like the sun that all planets of the orbit are circling around, sure, but since he’s been back from Paris, he hasn’t really done much to show you that you’re more than friend. Except for a mediocre kiss.

“That’s all you say. Just tell me why you thought that was good timing,” you say to him, dearly wanting to know. There must be a reason why he decided to tell you that night and not once he’s back. Was he afraid you could get together with someone else in the meantime? If this was his plan, he succeeded quite well. Until last weekend when you decided to show up at Minho’s apartment.

“I… I didn’t want him to take away the girl that I love from me again,” he says.

There you’ve got it.

However, a small word catches your attention.

“Again?”

“Y-Yeah,” he stutters.

“What do you mean?”

Your confused to say the last. What on earth is he hinting at?

“Areum,” he says, “I used to have a crush on her a couple of years ago. Minho knew and he asked her out.”

“Are you lying?”

“With what intention or purpose, Y/N?”

“Okay,” you give in. “What happened back then?”

“Similar situation,” he begins explaining. “We both had a crush on her. She used to be one of the volunteers for our dance show, you know the students that help prepare the stage and all. We’ve gotten along until Minho and her started talking. Of course he could win her heart before I had a chance. That’s also why I asked her out again after I accidentally looked at Felix’s phone screen the other day when you texted him something about Minho not having time to meet with you and if your roommate and you wanted to have a movie night instead. I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“So, you got jealous?”

“I was out with friends from our dance club, some that I met in Paris that go to our college in Seoul as well. I’m not proud of it and I know it wasn’t right. I just want you to know the truth. You don’t have to understand it or even have pity for me,” he adds.

You for sure don’t have pity for him. Although it does make sense now. At least from Hyunjin’s perspective.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say. “Did Minho know you had a crush on Areum at that time?”

Why are you even asking? Would this change things for you? Would this make you see Minho in a different light? It would be a terrible situation, to say the least.

“Yeah.” Your heart sinks. “But I was also pretty insecure back then so I told him it’s fine. He offered to not ask her out but I was dumb enough to tell him he should.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Not Minho’s fault then. Still terrible.

“But… it isn’t Minho’s fault if you weren’t able to communicate your needs,” you remind Hyunjin.

“I know! I’m also not blaming him. That’s all my fault, I know.”

Hyunjin knows more but he won’t tell you. He is dying to share with you how Jisung accidentally slipped that Minho has a crush on you and that this was what broke the camel’s back. It felt like a whole deja-vu. He likes a girl—you—and you’d been in some more-than-friends stage for some time at that point. You remember it, too. It started a few months before his exchange semester. Every Thursday after practice, Hyunjin would pick you up and do an activity with you. He had never called it a date but you always felt as if they were one. The two of you were flirting constantly—he didn’t even see other women around this time.

So, what changed now?

Well, a lot. He’s become another person while being overseas for six months. Hyunjin can’t deny that. But he’s also got anxious and a bit immature, ironically, which caused him to behave this way this past week.

He watches the grape shaped earrings dangle back and forth, before his gaze drops to the twin-like pendant around your neck. Perhaps it was never meant to be. He wonders if you should have stayed friends after all.

“Okay. Thank you for being honest, Hyune,” you tell him.

You know it’s time to go now. Although he’s looking at you with those puppy-like eyes that are filled with tears. But nothing is keeping you here anymore. You’ve never belonged in Hyunjin’s arms.

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

You shake your head no, “It’s alright. I think Felix, Jisung and I will just take the subway.”

“Text me when you’re back home, yeah?”

“I will,” you promise, before getting up from his bed. Long strides bring you to the exit of his room, but his voice makes you turn around once more.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for how I treated you. I’ve never deserved you in the first place. But thank you for everything,” he says and you know that he means it.

You offer him a smile. “I’ll text you.”

It’s easier than expected—Jisung and Felix aren’t as drunk as you expect them to be. However, when they start bombarding you with questions on the subway, you put your headphones on your ears and pretend to sleep. You really have no energy or interest in discussing things with your roommates now, especially when the temporary one of them doesn’t know about the contract you had with Minho that isn’t valid anymore.

You take your time getting ready for bed, before you snuggle under the covers with a heavy feeling inside your chest. As soon as possible, you need to speak to Minho. You know it won’t be easy at all but you’ve got some ideas. Hopefully, Felix will help you prepare everything so you can conquer the heart of the man you love like no one else before.

You decide to charge your phone, before you send a quick message to Hyunjin, not wanting him to worry—you know how dramatic he gets—before you place the device aside, screen facing the nightstand table.

[ You ]: We made it back home. Thank you for the talk, Hyune 🙂

You’re already dozing off into a deep slumber, when he texts you back.

[ Hyunjin ]: Get some rest and sleep well. Thank you for listening to me.

The matcha latte tastes good but caffeine probably wasn’t the greatest idea when you’re already anxious and pushing away the topic you’ve been trying to bring up in your conversation with Areum for fifteen minutes now. In order to properly confess to Minho, you need to tell your friend—his ex girlfriend—about it first. The feelings you have for him and perhaps that you’ve been doing stuff behind her back.

But Areum is the faster one and you should have been able to tell by the nervous look on her face that she’s been trying to speak up about something that’s on her mind too. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, Y/N.”

You take a sip from your beverage, “Of what?”

“Hyunjin and I,” she says and for a second your heart stops. Did they sleep together, perhaps? Would it even matter anymore? “I didn’t know you were dating him and all, seriously. But I didn’t want you to think badly of me for making out with him… that’s all that happened. But still, I should have told you who I saw at the party sooner.”

Okay. Just making out, as it seems.

However, something else is there that you notice. Why would she believe that you would think lowly of her for kissing Hyunjin when you did the same?

“Do you think badly of me for dating Hyunjin?”

“God, no! You’re too good for him for sure but I would never judge you,” she immediately says.

“But you thought I’d judge you?”

“Some girls have… have said mean things about me, called me easy in the past and since then I’ve become a bit careful with sharing who I am seeing although Hyunjin and I are nothing. I was afraid you would slut shame me. It has nothing to do with you, I just have a hard time trusting people because of previous friendships,” she adds.

It breaks your heart hearing this. No one deserves such things.

“I’m sorry, Areum. But I would never judge you. I know what it’s like, too,” you tell her.

“To be slut shamed?”

“Well, quite the opposite,” you say with an awkward giggle. “I’m a virgin.” She doesn’t react at all. She treats this confession like the most normal thing in the world. “I’ve received mean comments too. It’s not the same, I know, but I feel for you.”

“That’s awful,” she replies, meaning it. “Why would anyone say anything mean to you? You’re literally the kindest.”

“Please, you’re making me flustered,” you brush her off.

“But I mean it! I know we haven’t known each other for that long but it doesn’t happen very often to me that I vibe with someone from the start. That’s why I’ve been so clingy and annoyingly kind to you because I just knew that you were such a great person. You’re so sweet and honest and–“

You chuckle. “Areum. Wait.”

“Too much? I’m sorry. God, it really shows that I don’t have that many friends, right?”

“No, it’s not that. I like you, too. I’m glad to have you as my friend. But I haven’t been entirely honest with you,” you admit.

“Oh. Okay. Uhm, do you wanna tell me? Something with Hyunjin?”

You shake your head no, “It’s about Minho.”

She gulps, “What’s with him?”

“I… I’m not into Hyunjin anymore because I’ve caught feelings for your ex boyfriend.”

It’s out. Earth stops for a minute or at least it feels so. You can’t read Areum’s face at all. But you know that she’s contemplating what to say. An awkward chuckle slips out of her mouth, before she finally finds the words she’s been looking for.

“Oh. I wanna say I get it but I don’t,” she says and makes you laugh.

“It’s okay if… if it’s weird for you or you’re not over him I can just–“

“Darling, no,” she immediately interrupts you. Her hands find your own, squeezing them, as her eyebrows are scrunched together. Something tells you she’s being serious. “I would never expect that from you. Besides that, Minho and I—although we used to be together for some time—we both knew from the start that this wouldn’t be forever. Sure, I had some type of feelings for him but I wouldn’t call it true love.”

You’re not that surprised if you’re honest. After all, he’s never introduced her to the friend group. Still, your heart aches for her.

“Are you for real?”

“I’ve always wondered if Minho was secretly in love with someone else and if this was why he had been so distant and after I he told me about his friend group I thought it was you,” she admits.

Your chest clenches another time when you listen to her, while your stomach does an uncomfortable twist.

“I… I don’t think that was because of me,” you try to reassure her, not even believing yourself at this point.

“Well, I hope it was because of you.”

The hell does she mean?

“What?”

“Yeah,” she snickers. “Because I want him to be happy and you too. I won’t say I didn’t warn you but if he’s been in love with you for that long I’m sure he means it. And I wouldn’t let him wait too long. This guy is fucking impatient.”

“It won't make things weird between us?”

“It seriously won’t, I promise, Y/N,” she reassures you. “There’s no need to be jealous if you ever feel like it because… well… Hyunjin was the last guy I put all my hope in.”

You feel this on a whole new level. Still, you don’t quite catch what she’s hinting at. After all, they weren’t a couple.

“What do you mean?”

“I got confused for a second because of the kiss and all but especially with how he behaved after that and the fact it was rather my adrenaline pumping than some actual true feelings. But I don’t think I will ever date a man again,” she states, shaking her head.

You start laughing out loud, “Please, I’ll remind you of this when you go on the next date.”

“Oh, I didn’t say anything about dating. I’m a hopeless romantic. It just won’t happen with men anymore.” Oh. So, Areum isn’t into men? “I know I told you one of the main reasons for Minho and I breaking up was his lack of participation in anything. But… I wasn’t better. I have to be honest here. I ended things with him because I realised that I’m a lesbian. I haven’t had any experience with women back then—which doesn’t change things—but I do know now that I am not bisexual for sure.”

Well, that’s a plot twist you definitely didn’t see coming.

“Ah, I get what you mean. That makes sense,” is all you say, giggling.

She laughs with you. “I wish you all the best, Y/N. And if he ever treats you wrong, you tell me.”

“Thank you.”

When you get inside the apartment, Jisung has already left for the gym to meet there with Changbin. You expect your other roommate to go with them, considering he’s in a relationship with the latter now, but instead you find your best friend baking in the kitchen.

“Making cookies?”

He nods, “Hm. I wanted to try out this new lemon cookie recipe. I haven’t started yet though—wanna help?”

Lemon cookies.

Everything reminds you of Minho now, huh?

“I’d love to. I also need your advice.”

You grab an apron for yourself, wrapping it around your waist before you begin helping Felix by following the steps of the recipe he orders.

“Right. I feel like I’ve missed a few episodes of whatever happened between Minho, Hyunjin and you. Although I have to say—their kiss was hot.”

You burst out into laughter, before cracking an egg open and letting it slide into the bowl.

“When Min and I were in the storage room–“

“You’re calling him Min now?”

“I overheard you calling Changbin Bunny on the phone, so don’t judge me.”

You tell Felix everything after this. How Minho told you that his sister got asked out by Hyunjin and that Areum is his ex girlfriend and friends with you. How you almost confessed to him but then he realised you broke the contract by kissing Hyune and Minho was the one to confess he has been in love with you before this agreement started. How you talked to Hyunjin and he explained everything but you told him that you have feelings for his friend.

“So, you’re planning to win his heart now?”

“Y-Yeah. That was the plan,” you admit, cringing a little. You’ve had some thoughts, ran some errands a few hours ago to get all the necessities. You hope it’s not too late.

“What’re your ideas?”

“Invite him over,” you say. “Pour my heart out. Have wine and perhaps, if you allow, some cookies after takeout. Oh, and I bought this for him.” You show him the present you bought some hours ago.

Felix smiles and nods, “I’m sure he’s gonna love it.”

“Is that too cheesy?”

“True love can never be too cheesy,” he tells you, grabbing the bowl to start mixing all the ingredients together.

“Well, considering you’re the only one in this friend group that isn’t single I guess I have to trust you,” you tell him and your best friend starts laughing.

Minho’s heart feels as heavy as ever, whenever he thinks back to what Hyunjin said. You kissed him. His friend. The one you’ve been in love with for a year or perhaps even longer. Minho shouldn’t be surprised, right? After all, this was supposed to be the end goal. Hyunjin and you. Not Minho and you. Although, he’s been hoping these past days that you would change the plot of this story for him.

He was so sure that you were gonna confess inside that storage room. Why would you do that if your lips were attached to Hyunjin just a day prior?

“Jesus Christ, go talk to her, Min,” his best friend tells him, unable to watch the suffering playing in front of his eyes and apart from this, Changbin is waiting for him at the gym.

“I don’t want to,” he hisses.

Jisung scoots a bit towards him, “You do. You’re just furious. So, perhaps, yeah. Sort out whatever anger inside of you and then clear things with her.”

This just makes Minho drive closer to the edge of losing his temper. “You say this as if it’s so easy.”

“Because it is. She likes you. You like her. What are you waiting for?” Jisung shrugs his shoulders, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“She kissed Hyunjin,” Minho speaks through gritted teeth.

“Yeah. She kissed him. And what has she done with you, hm? So much more. We had this same talk twenty four hours ago but you seem to have the memory skills of a fucking gold fish,” Jisung spits.

“Fuck you,” Minho counters.

“Yeah. Let it out, scream it out, yell at me, bro. All those emotions inside of you are just waiting to be set free,” Jisung replies, his voice turning louder—if that’s even possible.

“You sound like a therapist.”

“Then it’s working.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “What am I supposed to do, Han?”

“Take some time. Contemplate what you truly want. And when she’s ready, she’ll reach out to you,” Jisung says as if it’s the most logical and easiest thing in the world.

“She already has. She called me like five times already, left voice memos and all,” Minho confesses.

Jisung hastily waves his arms around, not quite getting why his best friend hasn’t mentioned this detail sooner.

“Perfect! What did she say?”

“That she wants us to talk in person,” Minho says, avoiding any eye contact.

“That’s great,” Jisung lets out, a huge smile on his face.

Minho’s gaze finally finds the one of the man sitting across, when he speaks, “What if she ends things?”

“Why on earth would she do that? Didn’t you say Y/N was close to confessing to you until someone dragged you out of the storage room?”

“Basically. But after I left I’m sure she talked to Hyunjin.” And perhaps did even more, Minho thinks but doesn’t speak out loud.

“She did, yeah. But that lasted for like ten minutes. What are they supposed to do in ten minutes?” Jisung asks, shrugging his shoulders again.

“Well… we only had seven minutes…”

“I’ve always known you’d be someone who suffers from premature ejaculation,” he teases the older one, playfully patting his shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up. We only kissed. We also haven’t had sex if you wanna know,” Minho says, rolling his eyes once more.

Jisung stares at him confused. “Huh? What was the contract about then? I thought you two were fucking?”

“Well, we’ve done a bunch of stuff… just not… the end level,” Minho explains, cringing about his choice of words.

“You talk like a loser. Anyway. That’s a very heteronormative perspective, after all oral sex exists,” Jisung of all people tells him, as if he was that experienced. Well, Minho isn’t either. But why would it ever matter if he wants to spend the rest of his life with only one person anyway? Whatever happened before you has no meaning anyway.

He’s also never talked about this. Sure, there’s a step left, the most intimate and closest way a man and a woman can be together, connect, and pleasure each other—but he knows what Jisung means. It doesn’t make a difference. Everything he’s had with you so far was perfect. More than this. And he’s seen it in your eyes that you feel the same. He suddenly feels a bit ashamed for keeping such a narrow-minded perspective.

“We’ve done that, yeah. More than once,” he admits.

“Ugh, okay. Yeah. I will need to bleach my brain now to get rid of those pictures.”

Jisung shrugs, before taking a sip from his soda.

Suddenly, Minho’s screen lights up, revealing a message from you. His eyes immediately fixate on the text.

[ You ]: Hey, Min. Would you like to come over tonight? I’ve prepared food, drinks and snacks and I have something I wanna give to you. If you accept it.

Another one follows that makes his stomach all fuzzy, his heart absolutely warm and spreads a bright smile all over his face.

[ You ]: 🍇🤍

He notices that this is the first time you actually write with capital letters in the beginning of a sentence, just like he does when texting. Minho types a quick reply, ready to finally face his feelings.

[ Minho ]: Okay 🍋🖤

The doorbell rings thirty minutes after Felix left for his date with Changbin. You’ve got everything prepared. Everything should be perfect. However, you can still feel your heart blasting out of your chest. You’ve never been this nervous yet excited in your life before.

“I’m coming!” you yell, rushing to the entrance of your apartment and letting him inside. You hear Minho climb up the stairs with slow, steady steps until he reaches the floor where your flat is located.

“Hey,” he says, with a small and broken voice.

Fuck.

Perhaps, this is gonna be a bit more complicated than you thought. He still seems to be hurt, no big surprise, but you will prove to him that he didn’t come here for nothing.

“C-Come inside, I ma- ordered food.”

Minho suppresses a chuckle, before he gets inside and takes off his shoes. You offer him some slippers but he declines. Leading him towards the kitchen, he follows you, keeping a safe distance at all times. The atmosphere is tense but not in a way you’d enjoy it. You gesture for him to take a seat and that’s what he does, sinking down on one of the chairs, before you spread out the food you ordered on the table.

The first few minutes are silent but hopeful. The both of you start munching the meal, taking a few sips of the wine you bought, matching the accessories you’re wearing. Once you’re both done, you get up and put the dishes away, letting them sit in the sink to be taken care of later. Minho wants to offer his help and stands up too but he gets distracted when he finally takes a closer look at the outfit you’re wearing.

“Is that a dress with a lemon pattern on it?”

You shyly smile. “Y-Yeah.”

“You look beautiful,” he says, unable to hold back.

But you panic. You don’t know how to reply, so you just reach for the handle on the fridge and open it. “I’ve got pudding for dessert. And lemon cookies Felix and I made. Well, mostly Felix, I watched and spoke encouraging words.”

“Shall we talk first, Y/N? I-I’m just super nervous and a bit anxious, if I’m honest. Can the pudding and cookies wait?” he asks.

Wow. This is serious. Minho would rather speak to you first before having pudding, his absolute favourite.

“Okay, uhm—shall we go to my room? Just… in case Jisung or Felix come back, you know.”

He nods and follows you, still a bit distant but the air doesn’t feel as heavy as it did half an hour ago. You drop down on the bed next to him, pictures of his face disappearing between your thighs are immediately rushing up to your head, making it hard to focus.

Get it together, Y/N. This is not why he’s here.

“I’ve prepared something,” you announce and Minho looks at you confused. You get up from the bed again and walk towards your wardrobe, grabbing a small velvety bag out of it. You hide it behind your back, before you turn around again.

“I’m sorry about everything, Min,” you start, trying to keep eye contact, something you’ve never been good at. “I know it doesn’t excuse shit but the reason why I didn’t tell you about the kiss with Hyunjin—and this is gonna sound so cliché—is that it didn’t mean anything, it literally slipped my mind.”

You watch his reaction but you can’t read it. So, you decide to explain further, “Why would I spend even a second thinking about him when you’re either with me all the time or when we’re apart it’s you who’s occupying all my thoughts?”

Minho's eyes are widening and he shifts in his position. His back is upright now and he’s leaning forward, the palms of his hands meeting the blanket, keeping his balance.

“Are you serious?” he asks, before he swings his legs to the side and places both his feet on the ground.

“Yes. I was gonna confess to you yesterday, you know,” you admit, biting your lower lip.

He gets up, walking towards you. “So… the kiss with Hyunjin didn’t mean anything?”

“Nothing at all,” you reassure him. “It was pretty mediocre to be honest.” A smirk forms on Minho’s face. “I immediately compared it to you and… and realised that no feeling in this world comes close to being with you.”

“Cheesy,” he teases you.

“There’s no ‘cheesy’ when it’s true love,” you tell him.

His mouth falls agape, “What?”

“I’m gonna end my sentence that got interrupted yesterday but before that I have a little something for you,” you say, nodding.

“Oh?”

“Close your eyes please.”

Minho chuckles, “Okay.”

You reach for his hands, before you gently place the little bag into them. “Open your eyes please and then the gift I have for you.”

He follows suit, his gaze falling to your face first before it flickers down to the soft object that’s he’s holding now. Minho carefully pulls the strings so it opens, before he reaches inside with his index finger and thumb, grabbing out the accessory you bought for him.

“If you don’t like it I can just–“

“You’re literally insane,” he lets out with a laugh.

“I’m not sure if I can follow,” you confess.

“Stop playing with me, Y/N. This is literally the best gift I’ve ever gotten. We match now, huh?”

He looks at the bracelet that’s pinched between his fingers, adoring the little pendants that are shaped like lemons. “You prepared a whole lemon theme party for me, hm?”

You chuckle, before you help him put the jewellery around his wrist. Your heart skips a beat when your skin brushes over his own, but you keep going. It looks beautiful on his arm, as if it was made for him.

And when his eyes find yours, you know it’s the right time to let your heart speak.

“I’m falling in love with you, Lee Minho. It’s you. It’s always been you,” you say, taking a deep breath right between your words, “Maybe we can… change things from Exclusive Secret Relationship to Exclusive Official Relationship?”

Minho grins, “Of course, princess.”

He gently presses his lips on yours and you soon realise that this kiss differs a lot from all the ones you’ve shared before. It’s soft yet so passionate, as if your hearts are holding together like opposite magnets. His mouth fits perfectly with yours and Minho lets go a second later just to add, “You’re mine from now on.”

“But I’ve always been,” you immediately reply and the two of you chuckle.

The smirk stays on his face, when he asks, “Just because I’m curious—does Hyunjin know?”

You nod, “Yes, I even told him about my feelings for you.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry he was the first one to hear but I felt like he needed to hear this.”

He grins again. “Then tell me again, princess. Just for me this time.”

“I’m in love with you,” you repeat.

“Again.”

“I’m in love with you,” you whisper once more, your breath lingering on his mouth.

“Again.”

“I’m in love with you, Minho.”

He smiles, “I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

His mouth collides with your own once more but this time Minho kisses you a lot hungrier, like a starving man that is about to devour you. However, you’re the one to stop him this time when something appears in your thoughts.

“We should renew the contract,” you say.

“Contract? A relationship doesn’t need a contract, Y/N. Well—technically, that’s what you call marriage but one step at a time, huh?”

"You're right. But just for the sake of the tradition,” you add.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

You grab your iPad from your desk and open the file with the contract of The Experience Project. Starting to scribble on it, you adjust most of the points before you hand the device to your boyfriend. Boyfriend. Wow.

Minho chuckles when he reads it, before he adds something too and signs the contract. You read it again, adding your name on the bottom right after it.

Minho is carrying the prettiest marks of your kisses on his skin by now, since your lips have been hovering all over his jaw, neck and chest for the past few minutes. He lets out a whimper whenever you let your hips grind against his body, brushing over his hardening cock. You’re sitting in his lap once again—Minho has always adored having you on top of him. It’s been two weeks since the two of you confessed to each other, he’s been taking you out on dates, just another one followed this evening.

Then, half an hour later, you found yourself inside his apartment, plastering kisses all over his body as if he’s an art project to you. Minho and you haven’t taken any steps further compared to what you’ve done during your time of the agreement you used to have. However, this hasn’t held you back to exploring each other's needs, as he’s been turning you into an expert of pleasuring him. Minho loves corrupting you, teaching you even though the contract expired a long time ago.

Still—regarding to heteronormative standards—you’re still a virgin. It’s not that you mind. What your boyfriend and you have is beautiful, truly, still you’re dying to know what it would feel like to have his cock inside of you, your wet walls wrapped around his length as he’s pounding into you, hitting that certain spot inside of you.

You wanted to do this the night when the both of you became a couple but Minho was the one who insisted on waiting a bit longer. It’s not like he didn’t want to, but he needs the moment to be perfect and the idea of some contract fully out of your head.

But you’re ready. Absolutely.

“I wanna take the final step tonight,” you confess in between kisses, your gaze finding his own.

“Are you sure, baby?”

You nod, “Yeah. I’ve wanted this for some time. And you’re the right one. You’re the reason why I’ve been waiting for so long.”

A smug expression makes it to his face. “Okay, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Less than a minute later you’re sprawled out on Minho’s bed, completely naked, your back pressed against the soft mattress. He’s had you in this position a couple of times by now—your boyfriend will never get enough of the taste of your pussy, if he’s honest—but this time it feels even better if that’s possible. He’s devouring you like a five star meal, his tongue playing with your clit, working expertly, while his fingers are circling around your wet entrance.

“Min, please,” you whine, throwing your head back.

“Words, princess. Words, yeah?”

You hiss, “Fuck—need your fingers, okay? Just– do anything, baby.”

He still blushes whenever you call him by that name. But he follows suit, gliding two of his digits into your aching hole and you immediately clench around him. One could think your body should be used to Minho now and you definitely are, still, it’s just that effect that he seems to have on you—as if he knows you better than you know yourself.

Your boyfriend starts pushing them in and out of you, as his tongue never leaves its place, making out with your sensitive nub. “You’re doing so fucking well for me, baby,” he whispers against your wetness, before he dives right in again.

You arch your back and his fingers reach deeper, barely brushing over that certain spot and you know he’s teasing you. Still, this doesn’t hold you back from fully giving in to the feeling. Soon, you feel the rope in your lower stomach tightening, before it’s threatening to snap. Your lips part, as the prettiest moans are spilling from them and you’re glad now you decided to meet at Minho’s apartment instead of your own.

He tells you to not hide your noises and you’re happy to oblige, panting and whimpering his name, while his fingers keep disappearing inside of you. When you lock eyes with his and see the lust swirling around inside his own, the feeling finally rushes over you, your orgasm hitting you unexpectedly. Minho guides you through it, only stopping once you come down from your high again. You watch him lick his fingers clean, a moan from him echoing through the room in the process.

Your boyfriend stands up a second later, before he gets rid of the rest of his clothing. You watch his cock spring free—he’s hard, painfully hard, while the tip is leaking arousal. Feeling your mouth water, your body drags itself towards him but he stops you.

“Another time, yeah?”

You nod, while you watch Minho reach inside his nightstand table. He grabs a condom and opens the wrapping paper that’s covering it with his teeth, before he glides it down his length.

You’re still spreading your legs for him, in total awe and full hypnosis, when he adjusts your position and guides his cock to your entrance. The tip is close to your cunt now, begging to be inside of you.

“Are you sure you want this, baby?”

You immediately nod, “I’ve never been this sure in my life before.”

Minho plants the softest kiss on your forehead. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Min,” you tell him.

“I’ll go slow, yeah? We can stop any time and just try some other day,” he reassures you.

You feel his fingers teasing your hole again, before two of them slip inside. A third one follows and he keeps scissoring you open as if he didn’t literally do that a few minutes ago. But he wants to take his time with you and, yes, perhaps rile you up a bit, if he’s honest. Although, judging from the fucked-out look on your face, he’s already achieved that.

You know that too. Lee Minho already ruined you for anyone else when he kissed you for the very first time.

He slowly pushes the first few centimetres inside, instantly feeling you tightening around him. Still, he keeps pushing more of his length into you, when you give him a sign.

“Oh, fuck. You’re big,” you let out, giggling. The feeling isn’t that much different from his fingers inside you although the stretch is a lot more intense, but also a lot better.

He slips out of you again, earning a weak whine from you, right before he slowly enters you again, now fully bottoming you out.

Minho pushes a strand of your hair out of your face, before his eyes find your own, “Are you alright?”

“Hm, please, please move, okay?”

“Anything for my princess,” he says, before he starts thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck, this feels so good, baby,” you immediately say, allowing the sensation to take over you. He keeps slamming his length into you, even throwing your legs over his shoulders some minutes later, when he notices you fully get used to the feeling.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praises you. With this new angle, he can go even deeper, hitting all the right spots. “You’re so good for me, baby.”

You’ve never expected your first time to be like this and perhaps it’s because you’ve, first, been doing all these other wonderful things with Minho these past weeks and, second, because you’re doing it with the person you love. You still can’t believe he isn’t that much more experienced either—you nearly couldn’t believe him when he told you some weeks ago. Perhaps, your bodies were anatomically made to be together, perfectly shaped for one another, as if you’re each other’s missing puzzle piece.

“I’ve always known that you’d be a good girl for me, hm? My good girl,” he says in between thrusts, going in for another kiss, just to let go of you again. Your boyfriend needs to watch your pretty face, needs to observe you fall apart for him on his cock. Fuck, he’s been dreaming about this moment for literal years now but nothing ever comes close to reality.

“Min–“

“Yeah, scream my name like that, darling,” he whispers. “Who do you belong to?”

You absolutely love it when he gets just a little bit possessive, making you feel like his centre of attention—as if you’re his sun and everything just revolves around you.

“Y-You, Minho,” you tell him.

“That’s right. Who’s making you feel so good?”

“Only you, Min, please– I… need to–” you whimper, the top of your head rubbing against the pillow Minho placed between you and the frame of the bed, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself and accidentally bump into the headboard.

“Need to come, hm?”

Oh, you absolutely do.

“Yes, please,” you moan.

“You’ve been so good for me, go on, yeah?”

A yes or any other word dies in your throat, as the sensation takes over you, when the utmost level of sparkles spreads through your veins, rushing through your body. Your legs are shaking and you fear you might faint for a second, but Minho rides you through your high, whispering sweet and gentle words into your ears. You nod, allowing the feeling to fully control you. Your boyfriend keeps thrusting into you and with a weak whimper, he fills the condom with his seeds when he comes, placing the softest kiss on your lips first before they brush over the grape shaped necklace that you’re wearing.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispers.

“I love you so much too, Minho.”

[ note ]: thank you again for taking the time to read this whole story. it means the world to me that you supported my silly little fic so much. in case you enjoyed this last part as well I would be thankful about any kind feedback, no matter if comments, reblogs or asks. i am at a loss of words after writing like 45K+ of them within 1.5 months lmao. I love you. Be kind to yourself. — Yours, Cece 🌸

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anchored.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, a little angst?, hurt/comfort kinda idk; reader has a nervous tick. the whole thing is pretty mild bc it is 2am and i am half asleep. unedited as hell but we persist word count: 1k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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"you're doing it again."

minho's soft voice breaks you out of your reverie, drawing your gaze to his face, away from the empty spot on the wall that you've been staring at for the past five minutes.

"hmm?" you ask with a hum in lieu of words, your confusion evident in the sound that you make.

minho blinks once, saying nothing, before he reaches over and pries your fingers from where they're pressed into your palm, your nails digging tiny crescent moons into your skin.

"oh," you say, watching as he rubs over your palm in a comforting gesture, soothing the marks that you had unintentionally left on yourself.

you don't do this on purpose; it's just a nervous tick that you have. more often that not, you don't even realize that you're even doing it, not until someone else points it out just like minho did today, drawing attention to the way you were clenching your fist to the point of your knuckles almost turning white.

it usually only happens when you're anxious about something - be it an important event that you've been preparing for, or a big project that you've spent months working on. the first time that minho noticed your little habit was when he introduced you to his family last summer after you'd been dating for nearly a year. you were so quiet during the drive to his parents' house that he thought you'd fallen asleep, until he looked over to the passenger seat to find you with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth, and your hands balled up by your sides.

although, lately it's been occurring more frequently. there's no particular explanation as to why you should be stressed. no upcoming deadline to meet, no imminent hurdle to overcome and yet, this is the third time in the past four days that minho has caught sight of you looking like a cello string about to snap.

"what's got you all worried, hmm?"

you let him pull your hand into his lap and intertwine your fingers together before he turns his head in your direction, his doe eyes regarding you with the most tender combination of curiosity and concern that it makes your heart swell just a little.

"i don't know. i'm so on edge for no reason," you say with a simple shrug. then you run your free hand through your hair, tugging at the roots as you let out a frustrated sigh. "maybe i've been too happy these days. everything is going so well that it just seems... off. it feels like something bad is going to happen to balance it out."

and it's true. things have been going great for you. your relationship is still strong and steady, you're up for a big promotion at work in a few weeks, you and minho were approved for your dream apartment to move in together. the dominoes have been falling into place so smoothly that it feels just a tad suspicious. you keep waiting for the rug to be pulled from under you.

"i could be randomly fired tomorrow," you continue. "the apartment could spontaneously combust. you could dump me out of nowhere-"

minho laughs. "what?"

"what?"

"i could dump you out of nowhere?"

"i also said our place could burst into flames but that's the part you're fixated on?"

"that sounds like the most unrealistic one," he tells you.

you laugh a little, which makes him smile too. you shuffle closer until you could rest your head on his shoulder, once again exhaling with a kind of restlessness in your voice that you're not really sure how to shake off, "i don't know. i've never felt this content before. i don't know if i deserve it."

"that's silly," he says. "of course you deserve it."

"do i?"

"why are you doubting yourself?"

"because..." you murmur softly, "it's just surreal, is all. everything is too good to be true. i don't know what i did to deserve it."

minho is quiet for a while, which isn't entirely unusual for him in moments like these. sometimes, he would only listen as you shared your grievances and that would be enough; in those instances, you don't necessarily need him to say anything back, you just want to feel seen and heard.

today is no different. you're not waiting him to come up with a solution for your dilemma. he shouldn't have to anyway, not when these are your feelings to bear, and not when they don't entirely make sense even to you, let alone him.

after a few minutes, minho speaks up, "if there's anyone who deserves to be this happy, it's you."

"you're just saying that because you have to."

"i'm saying it because it's true," he says, squeezing your hand that he's still holding. when you make a noise of disagreement, he shushes you with a quick kiss to your lips before continuing, "you're the most hardworking person i know. you always give 100% of yourself and don't even expect as much in return. you've earned everything you have but i think you deserve even more. i wish you wouldn't be so hard on yourself."

your throat goes a little dry and when you blink, you find excess moisture in your eyes that wasn't there before. his thumb rubs over the back of yours in the way that it always does, his soothing touch that never fails to ease your nerves even if it's just by a fraction.

warmth embraces you upon hearing his words and the love that he hands you on a silver platter, but then it's quickly followed by a sense of apprehension because that's just how you're wired - to think that things can't simply be good just because they can be, that something is always going to sneak up and snatch that happiness right out of your fumbling hands.

when you stay quiet for too long, minho asks, holding your hand to his lips so he could press a kiss to it, "better?"

the feeling is still there - that weight on your chest - but it's lighter. it's lighter, and you suppose that's all you can ask for right now.

"better," you tell him, quickly clearing your throat because the word comes out sounding a little raspy. "you always make things better."

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#fun fact I have the nervous habit of twisting my fingers when I’m anxious #and I fractured my middle finger during a job interview once lol 🤪#this was soso sweet and relatable #I too get suspicious when I’m too happy #🥲🩷#minho ‹𝟹

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the art of dancing in the rain

synopsis: hyunjin suggests that the two of you dance in the rain, which is slightly alarming but extremely endearing

pairing: non-idol!hyunjin x gn!reader

warnings: rain?? (not proofread)

word count: 325 words

part 2

"you know you make my world light up"

"Jagiya. Honey. Sweetheart. Pumpkin."

You open your eyes to Hyunjin's puffy face hovering over yours. It's a Saturday morning and light is pouring through the windows. Hyunjin gives you a sleepy smile, cheeks puffed and hair messy.

"What?" you mumble, sinking back into the sheets.

Hyunjin eyes you nervously, "It's the start of the weekend, right? So if we get sick, we would have about a day to get better."

You wake up with a start. Get sick?Where on earth did that come from? "Is everything okay darling? You aren't attempting another ice bath, are you? Because last time-"

"Oh no no no," says Hyunjin shaking his head rapidly. He gives you a shy smile, "I was wondering, do you want to dance in the rain? I have always wanted to do it with someone."

The request catches you by surprise. It makes you feel soft and fuzzy inside. He wanted to something that he had always wanted to do with someone, and he had chosen you. There are eight billion other people in this world, and yet whether it was fate, luck, life or a mix of all three, Hyunjin had found you. Hyunjin had chosen you. And he always affirmed that he would always choose you.

"Okay," you giggle, grabbing a hoodie. He flashes you a smile of such pure happiness that you feel like melting.

You both quickly grab your sweaters and Hyunjin gets a pair of earphones. You both stumble down the stairs and onto the pavement below. He gently puts on the earphones on both your ears and "Hymn For the Weekend" by Coldplay floods your ears. Hyunjin sets his forehead against yours and pulls you close.

As you sway to the music with him you close your eyes. Rain envelopes you both in a chilly embrace but you don't care. This feels like a butterfly trapped in an image, an everlasting moment of beauty.

This feels like forever.

a/n: i thought i would gift y'all with a tiny little fic for getting through monday <3 maybe i'll do a part two of when these two pabos in love fall sick and have to look after each other lmao +_+. anyways, send in you comments and feedback and i would really appreciate the reblogs!!

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a/n: you've read you when minho gets hurt but get ready for a fun new concept of minho when you get hurt!!!!

if you thought that you turned into a mother hen when minho got hurt, the antithesis lives in the way minho would react when you were the one in pain. he’s calm and he teases but he somehow always knows exactly what to do, even before you yourself know what you want.

you weren’t particularly a clumsy person, but everyone has times where their feet refuse to work or they nick themselves in the neck with their hair straightener - or in your case now, when you take the biggest sip of your tea, forgetting that you had just made it and it was a near-boiling temperature. you have to resist the urge to spit it out, and it feels like fire working it’s way down your throat when your muscles finally cooperate enough for you to swallow the burning sip.

you must make a noise, because minho’s attention - which was previously trained on the way your cat was licking his paw - flips to you so fast you’re surprised you didn’t hear his neck crack. his eyes flicker all over your body, from your head to your fingers and down to your legs like he was looking for blood to be gushing out of you. he must see something in your expression because he melts a bit when he meets your eyes, scooting himself closer to you and letting you lean into his body.

“what happened, mine?” he says, words curled up with fondness.

“i burnt my tongue,” your say with a wince, the shape of the letters sending pings of pain across your tongue. you glare heatedly at the cup of steaming tea you left on the table, sitting there in it’s false innocence. you stick your tongue out at him like a petulant child, the cold air from the room soothing the ache a little bit.

“let me see,” he cups your face in his hand, pulling you closer to him so he could get a look - you’re sure your tongue is ridiculously red, and the look on your face even more so. he peers down, his eyes crossing a bit and he looks so cute that you want to bite him. he smiles a bit, leaning up to press a kiss to your tongue, a quick thing that catches you off guard.

an unintelligible sound leaves your mouth, muffled by the way his fingers are still squeezing your cheeks and your tongue is still peeking out of your mouth.

“did i fix it?” he looks so pleased, like he truly believed that his kiss would heal your physical wounds. you don’t have the heart to tell him that your tongue is still stinging when you put it back into your mouth, but he has healed any distress you were feeling on the inside, so you just nod and snuggle into him, tea forgotten.

it was so silly, such a simple thing, but something about it made your heart want to burst out of your chest. god, you love him, with every fiber in your being. you love him for knowing you, love him for knowing that while coddling is what he needs, a distraction was the cure that would sooth your hurt in any circumstance.

later, you’d be pouty all day until he caved to your wide shiny eyes and went to buy you ice cream to soothe your tongue. later, he would spoon feed you and babble at you like you’re one of his kittens, later he would flutter kisses all over your face and tell you that you’re never allowed to be hurt when he’s around.

right now, you’re content to sit in his arms with a burning tongue as long as he’s there.

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soft hours

#I’m gonna die #actually #minho ‹𝟹

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a/n: training minho to reach for you when he is hurt instead of being an angry little guy (inspired by this racha log clip)

you’ve seen it a few times now - minho stubbing his fragile toe against a corner and freezing, or bumping his elbow on a table and hissing slowly through his breath, his eyes closed and his head thrown back as if he is trying to control himself from combusting. him curling up on the couch with his legs pressed close to his chest, hands looking impossibly small where they’re clasped around his knees to hold them close, a deep scowl on his face completing the picture.

he seems angry to the average person, like he’s somehow mad about being hurt and is stewing in that fury while the pangs of pain evaporate from his system. you know better, though. you know he’s not angry, but frustrated. a little annoyed at himself because all he wants to do is curl up in someone’s arms and have them kiss his wound better like a tiny little kitten, but he can’t do that. because he’s minho, and minho’s complete brand is acting tough. sure, everyone knows hes a pure softie on the inside, but he can’t really go around showing it can he?

you’ve elected to convince him that he can.

it starts when his morning coffee splashes on the back of his hand and he hisses, glaring down at his hand like he wanted to chop it off (or something else equally as violent). usually you’d let him calm down on his own, knowing his faux anger goes as quickly as it comes, but today you swoop into his space and cradle his hand in both of yours. you press a gentle kiss to the spot, coffee staining your lips as you meet his eyes warmly. you guide his hand to the sink and let cool water run across it, rubbing your thumb against his skin in what you hoped was a comforting way.

“okay?” you ask once you’re satisfied with the temperature of his skin, wrapping a fluffy towel around his hand to dry it. he just blinks at you for a moment, head tilted so adorably that you feel a scream bubbling under your chest that you have to contain. he’s so cute. you finish making his coffee for him while he continues to stare at you with wide eyes, not faltering once until you press a kiss to his cheek on your way out of the kitchen.

the second time is when he’s come home from dance practice, a little sweaty and tired and very sore all over. he’s grumbling about his muscles hurting under his breath and you can barely hear it, but you know him well enough to know that his aborted movements and sharp little exhales mean that he’s in pain and doesn’t want to say it. the way he sat himself on the sofa instead of showering first was also a sign - he liked to be clean, especially before relaxing.

you wince in sympathy, knowing the exact feeling of muscle pain from exercise and while it comes with the benefit of self-satisfaction it almost isn’t worth the all-encompassing ache that comes right after. he reaches for his water but stops halfway, cringing at the stretch in both his arm and his abdomen, and falls back against the couch in defeat. you take pity on him, picking up his water and twisting open the cap for him, even going as far as to hold it up to his lips for him as he takes in greedy gulps. when he’s satisfied, he pulls back and fixes you with a suspicious look, like he’s asking what do you want with his eyes.

you just smile at him in return, giving his upper arms a gentle massage with your hands as you lean at an awkward angle to press a flutter of kisses to his stomach. he’s a little dazed when you finish your ritual, melted back into the cushions with a glazed over look in his eyes, and you cuddle up next to him with a satisfied smile.

“better?” you ask, letting your finger trail over his stomach in the pattern your lips had just made.

“yeah,” he breathes out, brow furrowing a little in confusion, thinking too hard.

the third instance is perhaps the most challenging, because it happens in public. the street you’re walking down hand in hand isn’t the busiest, but there are bustling around corners and crossing streets. you’re not at all surprised when minho straightens up in excitement and pulls you to a tree at the end of a sidewalk, a tiny bundle of fur curled up underneath it. minho pulls out a little tube of cat treats from his jacket pocket, something he seems to have an endless supply of, and kneels down next to the small kitten.

the thing is, cats love minho. everyone knows that they do, it’s in his blood. you’re sure that he has cat genes somewhere in his ancestry.

but, as the both of you discover, this particular cat does not love minho. he leans towards the poor thing, making soft noises with his mouth as he holds the opened treats out, and the cat lets out an angry hiss and swipes at him with its little paw. he lets out a yelp, falling back on his haunches in surprise and his betrayed gaze trails after the kitten as it scampers away.

he raises the palm of his face to his hand, decorated with lines of angry red that don’t look too bad but you know they probably sting something fierce. he leaves the cat treats abandoned under the tree as he stands and you prepare yourself for the anger to set in but - it doesn’t come. instead, he looks up at you with wet, wide eyes and a trembling pout and your composure breaks.

you swoop in beside him and take his hand, blowing lightly onto his palm before pressing a light kiss to the corner of it. he rests his head on your shoulder in an uncharacteristic display of public skinship, not caring one bit of the passersby behind the both of you as he soaks in your comfort. you have to hide your shock - you didn’t have to come to him, he asked for you. he sought you out in his pain, didn’t get adorably angry, and leaned towards you. this wound was different, this one was personal, a betrayal of his brethren creating a mix of physical and emotional pain that served as the perfect opportunity for your conditioning to run its course.

with the way it’s going, you’ll have him perfectly trained in no time.

#and if I cry #then what #minho ‹𝟹 #favorites ‹𝟹

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This was written for me. Me, number one Minho soft tummy enthusiast. I swear 🥲🩷🌷

sweet taster

=͟͟͞♡ minho × fem!reader

word count: 1.6K

content warning: smut, established relationship, sub!minho, cock play, kinda chubby (but not really) minho, a little bit of feederism if you squint, it's all very loving and sweet

a/c: i feel things about minho's imaginary soft tummy, that's it.

=͟͟͞♡ please, consider reblogging if you like my works!

"That was definitively too much."

Your home smells like savory and sweet, the nice scent lingering in your living room like a warm blanket, and Minho groans in delight as he plops on the couch with his eyes closed, stress from the work beginning to melt away. He loves when he comes home to the smell of one of your cooking, it makes him feel spoiled and pampered.

The portion of bibimbap was more than generous, but what truly tested his stomach capacity were the three big slices of apple pie he gobbled down while you watched him with adoring eyes, fingers softly caressing his plush tighs.

Minho has a sweet tooth and you love cooking and baking for him, that is always been your love language. In addition to that, in the last year of your relationship you started to experiment in the kitchen with lots of different baking recipies, and your loving boyfriend has been your official taster since that.

You cook, he eats, and you look fondly at him while he savors your baked goods, making a series of cute tiny sounds of pleasure that leaves you cooing and pinching at his soft cheeks. That is how you would describe happiness.

"Are you full?" You ask, sitting next to him and immediately nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck.

Minho smiles and his arm circles your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. You nose at his sweater and he smells like candy, smells sweet and intrinsecally like home and Minho. "So full." He chuckles, placing a wet kiss on the top of your head.

"I guess you don't have space for one last treat then..." you smile against his skin as your hand drops to his belly. It feels tensed and a little swollen because of all the food he ate, and you start to massage it slowly.

"Treat?" Minho's eyes get all round and you hear him sniffing at the air in search of a distinct odor that will make him understand what are you referring to.

"I tried baking some cream eclairs." You smile at him, pinching the soft pudge below his belly bottom between your thumb and pointer. It's so soft that you wanna eat him whole.

"Well, I guess I can make some space, then".

You sit up again just in time to catch a glimpse of Minho's tongue lapping at the corner of his mouth, pre-savoring the dessert, and you feel a familar warmth spreading through your body. He is just too cute, too precious, too sweet to be yours.

"Let me get it for you. Wanna feed you." You smile as you stand up and head to the kitchen, the platter of creamy sweets ready in the oven.

When you come back, Minho is waiting for you with big pleading eyes, eager to taste the product of your baking. You place the plate on a cushion next to him, but instead of sitting down on the couch, you find your place on his lap, straddling his soft yet muscular thighs.

"Open wide." You say, taking one eclair in your hand and bringing it to Minho's mouth. You tap him under his chin and his mouth falls open easily.

Keeping eye contact, Minho leans forward to take a big bite, chewing slowly to let the flavor really envelop his senses. The lemon cream is sweet and warm, and it melts in his mouth.

You stare at him, pushing the eclair back to his lips when Minho is done chewing, inviting him to take another bite. With a loud gulp, Minho opens up again, and his tongue swirls against your thumb.

"How does it taste?" You ask while you brush a few crumbs from his lips.

Minho swallows the last bit of the eclair and the tip of his tongue laps at his plump lips once again. "Tastes amazing." He puffs out, his breath smells exactly like the cream.

"Want another?" You ask, taking the second one on your hand without even waiting for his answer.

"I am very full, baby." He mumbles, arm falling down to rest on the top of his stretched tummy. "I don't know if I can fit another one. But they taste like heaven."

"Just one more." You murmur as you leave a small peck on the corner of Minho's mouth, licking a bit of sugar away. "You look so cute when you eat. Please, just one more." You insist.

Minho sighs, his tummy is stretched and slighly uncomfortable, but saliva begins to pool inside his mouth as a pavlovian response to the tought of the sweet taste. "Just one more." He conceeds.

You hum and bring the pastry in front of his mouth. Minho diligently parts his lips once again and accepts the eclair. Crumbs are all over his shirt and pants, and there are cream smudges all around his pretty red mouth, even stuck between his teeth.

"So gorgeous for me." You whisper as your hips buck involuntarily against Minho's groin. And then you notice that you are not the only one enjoying this.

"You're hard, uh?" You ask with a chuckle, lowering your hand to cup him through his sweats and squeeze him lightly. Minho hisses and you rub his protruding stomach, feeling the soft skin under the fabric.

Minho finishes swallowing and breathes a sigh of relief as he hears you lowering the band of his sweats. "Yeah. It was sweet." He huffs. "You are sweet. Got me all hard."

You take the opportunity to remove his pants completely to gain easy access to fondle him through his briefs in the process. Minho's breath is is soft and tender, and he smells amazing, all sugary and pretty for you.

"Wanna touch you. Can I, baby?" You ask, finding a comfortable position on the floor, between his parted legs.

The room is warm, but Minho's legs are tensed and his thin hair are fluffy. You caress them and massage the muscles underneath, and you see his fattened cock twitching against his groin. You see a few pearls of precum glistening on the chubby tip, and you wonder if his release would taste like cream if you fed him enough sweets. The thought is enough to rub your legs together, your panties are already sticking to your folds. But this is for Minho, you think.

"You can do anything you want to me." He murmurs, eyes almost closing and head resting on the cushions behind him.

You smile and you scoot forward to wrap one hand around his cock, squeezing it. His swollen cock immediately chubs up even more and wets the fabric of the sweatshirt. The cockhead looks all sensitive, and you tentatively circle the palm of your other hand around it, coaxing a sweet moan out of Minho's lips.

"My sweet, sweet boy." You coo, starting a lazy rhythm of stroking and circling, stopping just to stimulate his spongy head every once in a while. "You are so sweet that I wanna eat you up."

Minho's chuckles breathily and lets out a soft sob as his as his thighs begin to slightly shake.

"Am I your dessert?" He asks, looking down at you with big eyes and still a few crumbs of eclair on the corner of his mouth. He mindlessly licks them off.

"You so are, pretty. You are my candy, my cake, my chocolate milk." You answer, sliding your thumb against his slit and making him whine slowly. "And I really need to eat you. I am serious."

You lower your head past his leaky cock to brush your cheek against the soft pudge under Minho's belly button. And then you bite him.

The tender flesh is warm and squishy, and the taste of Minho's skin, together with the cream scent still lingering in the air makes you moan against him.

"F-fuck, baby." He mutters, and you feel his cock throbbing in your fist.

With the tip of your tongue you lick at the velvety scar across his lower stomach and then you twirl it inside of his belly button, mimicking the way he usually fucks himself into you. He whines at the movement and his body twitches again.

"Love you." You whisper, keeping your grip steady on him. "Love how soft you get for me. How sweet. Love when you eat well and you look like this. You are so delicious, Mimi."

You keep biting softly at the fluffy fat of his pudge, savoring its taste and jerking him slowly, letting the schlick sound of his wet cock resonate through the room. Minho is pliant under your touch and his eyes are glassy.

"Uhm – I am. I-I am cumming, baby. Sorry." He moans when your finger dips a little into his slit.

"Don't be sorry, honey. You wanna cum?" You ask with a loving tone while your hand slides smoothly on his aching muscle. "Wanna cream on me like the sweet pastry you are? You can, pretty baby. Let it all go for me."

And Minho obeys, as he always does. With one last pump he begins to shoot thick ropes of creamy cum all over your hand and his round belly, covering his pale skin with glossy spurts that accumulate on the curve just above his ribcage.

When he is done, you lap at some of his release and it actually tastes sweet. It could be your imagination or just the fact that you are aroused, but you swear you can taste some of the cream on his orgasm.

"Wow." He puffs, hand covering his eyes in a shy attempt to hide himself. "That was... something."

You chuckle and kiss his tummy one last time before looking up to his face. "Then you will not be surprised when I'll tell you I baked more, right?"

Minho's face blushes to an adorable shade of pink. "Maybe... m-maybe I can eat one more".

©️ jilixthinker, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or republish my works anywhere.

#listen I love his tummy #we have like 3 glimpses of it and it was already enough for me to Die #fuck a diet close the gyms #his soft tummy isn’t imaginary it’s canon don’t let people fool you #I love soft tummy minho and I will die on this hill #also HIS CHEEKS #I miss his round cheeks #fuck a diet again #anyway I love this #minho ‹𝟹 #favorites ‹𝟹

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a/n: my comeback in the form of a disorganized half silly half poetic felix. thing. inspired by him looking divine enough to lick after walking the runway.

warnings: lix is a little mean and condescending, fem!reader

your lips are on his before he makes it through the door, a sweet smell from the roses crushed between the two of you erupting into the room. you’d been all but waiting at the door since he left for paris, too busy with work and life to take him up on his invitation to join him, though it hurt more than it should have to see him there without you.

“you looked so good, still do, oh my god,” you say against his lips, kisses complimenting every word.

“thank you, darling,” he pulls away to set the flowers down, and there’s so many. what were you even going to do with all of that? a problem for later, you decide, instead prioritizing entering his personal space once again.

you take his face in your hands, gentle as to not smear the careful swipes of makeup there - that would be a task for later. it seemed like he didn’t have the opportunity to change and shower before he came home to you, and in your head it had more to do with his desire to see you than the timing of his flight following the after party. you take in the browns brushed across his eyelids, the gentle flush of blush highlighting his cheekbone, the shininess of his eyes as he lets your eyes feast on the delicacy of his features. he’s dressed smartly in a crisp white button-up shirt and high-waisted black slacks that sat around his waist and curved perfectly around his ass. you brush one hand through his wavy, iridescent hair and it’s so feather soft that you can barely feel it passing through your fingers. specks of glitter fall out of it like angel dust and the urge to call him pretty passes through the forefront of your thoughts. you don’t think you will ever get tired of telling him how beautiful he is.

“never cut your hair again,” you demand, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and twirling the strands between your fingertips. “you look like an angel, lix.”

“okay,” he grins, nuzzling his hand into your palm. “you might have to work it out with the stylists on that, though.”

“i’ll fight them with my bare hands,” you’re completely serious, and fondness takes over his features when he sees the sharpening of your brow and the set of your mouth. “if they bring a pair of scissors near you they’ll face my wrath.”

“down, baby,” he chuckles and removes your hands from his face, holding them in his and keeping you close. “let me get out of these clothes and i’ll let you tell me all about how you’re going to dismantle the stylist empire, alright?”

“no,” you whine, and you’re almost embarrassed at how needy you sound. you were desperate for him, sure, but you weren’t a child. “wanna stare at you forever. everyone else got you for so long, now you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” he echoes, love and affection dripping off of his words like syrup. “but in five minutes, i’ll be yours but wearing a hoodie. how does that sound?”

“fine,” you relent, releasing him completely so he could scamper away at the chance he was given. he was smart like that.

five minutes, he had said. it took you about one and a half to lose patience and pad over to the bedroom. the door was open, all thoughts of privacy gone after you had reached the first year of your relationship.

you find him in his boxers, wiping his shoulders with a damp towel and you pounce, trapping him underneath you on the bed. your hips are lined up with his from where you’re straddling him and you can feel his cock jump with interest against your core.

“this is surprising,” he starts, and you have snark waiting on your tongue about how he should have expected this before he continues. “i thought you would have come in earlier, at least i had time to get undressed.”

“lix, you’re just so beautiful,” embarrassment rushes to your cheeks as you duck your head, ashamed and delighted at having your desperation for him verbalized like this. “can you blame me for wanting you?”

“of course not, darling,” he soothes you with fingertips to your forehead, brushing off tufts of hair that fall back into place right after. “i want you just as much.”

“good,” you grind down on him, savoring how he hisses at the contact. you get a moment of satisfaction before he switches, flipping the both of you over in one practiced move. you end up beneath him, your wrists pinned over your head and his thigh wedged between yours.

“but i think you may benefit from learning a bit of patience, hmm?” he ghosts his lips over your cheek, running the top of his nose against yours. his hands leave your hands to wander over your sides, running up the hem of your shirt and towards your breasts; you weren’t wearing a bra, so he had easy access to your nipples and he took full advantage of this.

the sensation isn’t enough, heat already pulsing in your core at just the look of him. you try to buck your hips up against his thigh but the angle is all off and you give up in frustration after a few attempts. you hated and loved when he got like this - teasing, controlling, edging on condescending. it was so unlike him in any other way that it sent sparks of excitement tingling up your spine.

“giving up so easily?” he smirks, and even that is soft around the edges in a confusingly adorable way. you never know what he wanted, and that made it even more fun. did he want you to act desperate or be patient?

you voiced as such, and he tutted and moved to get off of you with a shake of his head. his hands leave your shirt and you grasp for him, nails scrabbling against his bare chest and leaving lines of red in their wake. he pauses, leaning over you like a fallen deity and you almost falter, but the need to get one over on him wins over.

“if you don’t touch me, i’ll just do it myself,” you reach one of your hands towards your shorts, fully intending to go through with your word. it wasn’t much of a threat, but you knew it would work on him. or well, you hoped it would.

“but darling, i am touching you,” he moves his thigh, still flush between your legs and you jolt. of course he would get the angle right. “you’re this worked up and you haven’t even told me what you wanted from me yet.”

“you know what i want,” you mumble, fire rushing to your cheeks again at having been outsmarted by him again. you should be used to this by now, but it ignites feelings inside of you as if they were the first time you were experiencing them, time and time again.

“i want to hear you say it,” he purrs, falling back against you and pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “i want to hear how badly you want me. i want to know what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself while i was gone.”

you want to deny his words, want to tell him that you didn’t think of him at all, but you knew he would see right through you. you loved him with every aching beat of your swollen heart, you couldn’t deny anything even if it was just to keep up the dynamic he had started.

“i thought of you inside of me,” he pinches your side and compliments it with a nip to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. not good enough, he says with his actions. “nothing else feels like you. i couldn’t finish without you- ah.”

your breath is pushed out of your chest as he begins to kiss down your neck, his lips finding every sensitive spot on your skin like he was tracing a line that he had drawn on you.

“t-thought about the first time we had sex, when i knew i wouldn’t fuck anyone else for the rest of my life,” you might have been laying it on a little thick, but you knew he would fall for it. he might have teased you for being possessive, but he returned every inch with a mile, even if he was better at hiding it. he groans against you, tightening the hold he had around your waist, and you knew you had him.

“flatterer,” he says, less of a tease and more of a statement. he rewards your efforts by slipping his hand into your shorts, rubbing at your pussy through your panties. you had a second to worry about the wetness that had been collecting there, but it fizzled out with the pressure of his fingertips.

“wanted you to be here, to keep me full all day,” you were babbling now, saying anything to keep him going. as slow as he was being, you had no doubt that he would walk away just to keep up the act he had put on tonight. he was stronger than you in that way, one step ahead just by sheer force of will. “was hearing your voice in my head, telling me how good i was, how good you felt.”

“my darling is always good,” he murmurs, pushing aside your panties to slide his fingers against your clit. you never understood how a man who couldn’t tell the difference between a fruit and a vegetable was such an expert in your anatomy, but you weren’t one to complain, at least not about that. “even when you’re being a brat, you’re good.”

too soon, he removes his fingers from your core, wiping them against your shorts and shushing you when you open your mouth in protest.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he assures, staying close as he kneels over you. “just let me get you undressed, unless you want to stay like that?”

“dick,” you narrow your eyes, “i’m not going to answer that.”

“do you want my dick or am i a dick?” he pauses his hands, shorts and panties halfway down your thigh from where he had pulled them and you huff out a laugh.

“you’re hilarious,” you deadpan, kicking your foot to urge him to keep going as you lift your shirt off to quicken the process. you needed his dick inside of you like, yesterday. preferably.

he pulls off his own briefs and they float to join yours on the floor and you can finally see his cock, half hard and pink and flushed and perfect.

god, everything about him was perfect.

you spread your legs a bit, smiling when his hungry eyes land on your pussy, now fully on display. you could see the fight in him fizzling out; for all his talk, he was apart from you for so long, and as strong of a man he was everyone had a weakness.

he crawls back over you, stroking himself until he’s fully hard and leaking. he braces himself with one hand by your head, the veins on his arm popping at the exertion of keeping himself held up, the other hand guiding his cock into your folds to swipe against the wetness that had built up there.

“c’mon, lix,” you turn your head to press a kiss to his wrist, the delicate flesh feeling fever hot against your lips, and you can feel him trembling. “i’ve unintentionally edged myself for days, take me.”

“what did i say about patience?” he grunts out, but there is no bite in his words and despite their implication he presses the head of his cock against your hole.

you can’t help but tense up in excitement, the one thing you’d been craving for several nights finally within your grasp. he ducks his head to kiss you, mumbling a relax, baby against your lips and at once your body melts into the mattress.

when he finally slides into you it’s like coming home, the feeling of two imperfect pieces slotting together to create a masterpiece. everything else in the world fades away and it’s just him, the feeling of him inside of you and on top of you, his face taking over your vision and his scent invading your nostrils like a drug.

on another day he might have spent hours taking you apart with his mouth, teasing you with his fingers in ghosted touches and playful dancing. on another day he may have prolonged the game, made you recite every single thing you wanted him to do to you before doing it. but today, he stays like this for a moment, buried inside of you and panting into your neck, savoring the feeling of your tight heat around his aching cock. when he starts moving it’s like fireworks are bursting beneath your eyelids, sparks shooting out every time he hits your spot.

you try to match his thrusts with your hips, lifting up to meet him halfway, but you end up exhausted after just a few moments. his movements were getting more intense, quicker and harder until he was fucking into you without abandon and you couldn’t keep up even if you wanted to. this is what you were waiting for, the wildness of his body and the sharp possessiveness glinting in his eyes, the teeth he bared before sinking them into your neck and the harsh grip he kept on your waist.

you both finish fast, but what else could one expect from two beings completely obsessed with each other? time was fickle in the face of the two of you together, every minute felt like an hour. and besides, now that he was home you could do this over and over.

he fucks you through your orgasm, whispering i love you’s and my darling’s into you as he follows you soon after. he ends up collapsing against you for a moment, and the breath you lose is worth you feeling his chest heaving with exerted breaths and the way he nuzzles into whatever patch of your skin he can find.

“lix,” you mutter out, totally spent even though this may have been the tamest sex the two of you have had in a long while.

“hmm?” he scootches over to the side and gathers you in his arms, holding you like you’re something precious.

“do you still want to teach me about patience?”

#such good writing ahhhh #also same I wanna shove every scissor in a 20 mile radius from the jyp building up someone’s ass #I love his hair this long #🥲🩷#felix ‹𝟹

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ways he shows you he loves you ☆ lee know.

lee know x gn!reader. just teeth-rotting fluff. 353 words.

love, to lee minho, isn't just expressed in three words.

to minho, love is when he peels you oranges, arranged in the shape of a heart when he presents it to you. he'd feed you one, kiss your forehead and leave the plate on the table whenever he sees you stressing over work.

love is the way he tries to make you laugh by leaving sticky notes around the house, each one containing a random joke or doodles of jureumi. he tries to convey love whenever he slips a note into your lunchbox, the words "eat well," written on the paper. minho hopes that these notes will make you smile throughout the day.

it's love when he shields you on rainy days, whether it be with an umbrella or his jacket. his needs are pushed aside then, his number one priority being your comfort. the raven doesn't mind the rainfall drenching the back of his tee as he pulls you close to him, using his leather jacket to shield your head.

minho takes your health seriously. he doesn't even allow jokes about you falling sick, he's sure to send daggers your way when you do. he ensures all your meals are eaten, going as far as ordering delivery for you if you're too busy. your favourite meals are written down in his notes, preferred restaurants starred in his delivery app. on off days, minho enjoys cooking for you. he adores the entire process of it — from buying groceries with you, and cooking as you hold him from behind. but most importantly, he loves feeding you your first bite and seeing a smile appear on your pretty face. <3

love is also the way he incorporates you in his morning routine. he wakes up, and kisses you on the forehead before getting ready. another kiss to the lips before he leaves for work. though it's become a habit, you've never doubted the sincerity of the kisses. you could feel it in the tenderness of each kiss.

lee minho loves you — how could you doubt it when he lovingly shows signs in all his actions?

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#I am going to die #minho ‹𝟹

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sweeter.

pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, smut; oral sex (m. receiving), grinding, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids; know how to separate your life and fiction), unedited bc you know how we roll lol, do not perceive me i always want to run away after writing smut word count: 1.4k

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“Say it.”

“No.”

“Just admit it. You’re only making this worse for yourself.”

“No,” Minho says vehemently, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he struggles to regain his composure. “That’s the worst thing you have ever accused me of.”

Still seated comfortably between his spread legs, you lean back slightly, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you chuckle, “Not an accusation if it’s true.”

“It’s not true. Do you even hear yourself?”

You wrap your fingers around his length, bare and throbbing right in front of you. The slow pumps that you give him make his hips buck into your hand, a few drops of his precum spilling over your knuckles. “Say it, bunny,” you tell him with a kiss pressed to his cock. “Make me happy.”

But Minho is stubborn and doesn’t listen very well, and even when your lips close around the tip of his cock and tentatively suck, all he does is choke out an adamant “No,” while reaching forward to card his fingers through your hair, wanting to guide you further down his dick.

You let him shallowly thrust into your awaiting mouth, let him tug on your hair with just the right pressure. Your boyfriend is heavy on your tongue, heavy every time he hits the back of your throat; you always love it like this. It’s just as enjoyable for him as it is for you, if not evident by the mess of slick gathering between your legs.

On a regular night, you would be his good girl and do your best to make him feel good before he has his way with you. But tonight, you’re driven by another motive. You have an admission you want to weasel out of him, one that he’s been trying to deny all evening but you’re determined to break him.

It’s not often that you get to see Minho tormented by the green devil.

He’s fully naked with his back against the headboard while you’re still wearing a t-shirt and panties. You let your hands freely roam his body, anywhere you can reach. From his hard pecs to his chiseled abs, down to his muscular thighs that you’re always drooling over. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head faster, relishing the broken moan that he gives out as his fingers grip your hair, only to loosen his hold shortly after to soothe your scalp.

“Fuck, baby... I love your mouth,” he drawls, and there’s something in his voice that cracks just a little bit, one of the signs that tells you he’s getting close. You slide his cock deep into the heat of your mouth and hold him there for a few seconds, trying not to gag around him. Then you pull back to focus on his tip, sucking on it like your favorite lollipop while your hand pumps the rest of his cock. When he groans deep and low, you have to resist the urge to run your fingers over your soaked panties to play with yourself.

You work him until the muscles in his thighs are straining while he tries to fuck your mouth to reach his high. As his hips start to stutter erratically, you pull yourself off of him entirely.

“The fuck!”

You look up at Minho with doe eyes and a coy smile, as if you didn’t just steal his orgasm from him.

The frustration swims in his darkened eyes as he stares down at you with his lips pressed into a hard line. His cock is just as angry as he is, throbbing almost painfully right in front of your face, pulsating with desperation.

Minho knows what you’re trying to do.

“Say it,” you coo. “I want to hear you say it.”

“No.”

“Say it and I’ll let you come.”

“I can come without you.”

“I know you can,” you agree. There are numerous videos on your phone that he can use as proof - videos of him jerking off to the thought of you every time you two are apart. His hand would be wrapped around his dick, fucking into his fist furiously until he cries out your name and spills all over himself. “But I also know you’d rather come inside me, isn’t that right? I’m right here, bunny. Say it and I’ll fuck you.”

Minho clenches his jaw as he eyes you carefully. You sit up straight to tug the shirt over your head and fling it carelessly across the room. His gaze instantly flickers to your tits now that your bare chest is exposed to him, and you can’t help but run your hand up his thighs to his dick to make the offer sweeter, lightly tracing his vein with a finger but the simple touch alone is enough to make him twitch.

He skirts around your proposition. “Come here,” he instead says. “Take your seat.”

It’s not a No anymore, and that’s good enough for you. He’ll cave soon, you’ll make sure of it. You can almost taste the victory that’s just within reach.

You crawl up the bed, but not before dragging your panties down your legs and throwing it to the floor. When you perch yourself on top of him, with your spread legs on either side of his thigh, Minho’s hands find your hips as he groans desperately.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know what you meant,” you purr, well aware that what he was asking was for you to be seated directly on his crotch with his cock nestled deep within you. “Just once. Wanna hear you say it just one time.”

Minho simply stares at you in silence despite the way he slides his hands around to grope your ass. It’s like an internal battle with himself just to say these few simple words, so you help him out a little bit, wanting to nudge him closer to that breaking point even though he’s trying his hardest to resist it.

You brace a hand on his chest as you lean forward to pepper kisses along his sharp jawline and down his neck, where you suck your marks onto his skin all the while your hips roll over his thick thigh, your bare pussy grinding against him. The wetness that gushes out makes it so easy for you to make a mess right there on his thigh.

“Fucking tease,” he all but spits out when you moan against his neck, your clit rubbing against him feverishly like you’re just using him to get off. “Fuck you.”

“I know you want to.”

One of his hands leaves its place on your ass and it makes you feel a little empty, but then you find that same hand gripping his angry and neglected cock, giving it a couple of slow strokes to relieve some pressure. Minho looks torn, and you’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying the sight of him all distraught just because he isn’t sheathed inside of you and fucking your brains out.

You keep grinding on his thigh, painting his neck with hickies as you whimper softly, until Minho gives you ass a particularly hard squeeze before moving to keep both hands on your hips again, holding you still on top of him as if you aren’t leaking all over his thigh. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, so hard that it turns his lip about ten shades pinker when he finally eases up on it.

“Fuck me and I’ll say it.”

“Say it,” you tut, “then I’ll fuck you.”

“You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?”

“You’re not making it easy for yourself.”

A defeated sigh escapes his lips before he pulls you closer to him, sliding a hand up to hold the back of your neck as he brings you to meet his mouth. Minho kisses you deeply, a little rough yet still so tender.

“I was jealous,” he admits quietly in between kisses, when he pulls away from you just enough to speak.

You scrunch your nose in delight, rewarding him with a swift peck, but that’s not all you want to hear.

“And? What else?”

Another indignant exhale before he mutters, “I was jealous of Hyunjin,” like it’s the worst thing that anyone has ever made him say.

You smile, ever so triumphant while your boyfriend sulks with a massive pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You happily move to hover over his crotch, aligning his cock with your entrance and coating the tip with your slick before you sink down on him in one go. You both heave out a moan of relief the second he fills you to the brim, with his length sitting snugly within your velvet warmth.

Victory is sweet, but Minho is sweeter.

“All that just because you got jealous over a stupid perilla leaf.”

#this was so good I love bratty minho #🤧🩷 my beloved #don’t run away you write so well 🥲#minho ‹𝟹

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THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 5 TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“That’s so not true. I can be the dominant one too.”

Minho snickers, “I’d love to see you try.”

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, oral m receiving, semi public encounters ?? they are in a tent but alone ], very short mention of weed [ jisung ], mention of cheating

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[ note ]: I sound like a broken record but thank you again for all the support. you guys are seriously the best. i haven’t been on here for that long but you are really the kindest and it means the world to me how much you enjoy this little story and how you come up with theories and all 🌸 I’m always grateful about every sweet comment, reblog, ask or DM!

Minho wakes up with a weird feeling inside his chest. Perhaps his heart is telling him that he’s playing dangerous games by what’s going on between you and him. He told you to keep your eyes on him when you come, despite the fact that he fully knows you’re in love with Hyunjin. You are, right? That’s why you have that odd agreement in the first place. There have been some moments that have made him a bit more delusional, that made him believe for a second there could be more between the two of you but he dropped those ideas rather quickly.

He should understand that you and him are never gonna be a couple.

But what if you aren’t into Hyunjin anymore? What if something about your feelings has shifted?

You definitely were only excited about his visit last night because you want to learn more. Minho is sure that has nothing to do with his presence. You probably still can’t stand him. Although he notices how comfortable, safe and calm you’ve been feeling around him these past days. He’s never had an effect on someone like this before. And he’s never seen you act like that. Not that he knows much about you but at least while being with your friend group, you’ve never behaved like this around Hyunjin.

Fuck. He should calm down. Or else he’s gonna break his heart into a million tiny pieces if that hasn’t happened so far.

Minho sinks down on his couch, pulling out his phone when he notices you texted him.

[ You ]: hey, is your sister still at your place? can i come over tonight? i have food hehe

Shit, he really wants to see you tonight. But Thursdays are rather inconvenient for that, unfortunately. And maybe his heart also needs a day off from all this drama. At least that’s how he tries to hype himself up about the fact that he won’t be seeing you today.

[ Minho ]: Hey, Y/N. Sorry, everything is okay with my sister’s apartment again but we have dance practice tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow for the camping trip, right?

He excitedly stares at his phone screen like a teenage boy, his eyes getting filled with sparkles when you reply.

[ You ]: yeah sure but we won’t be able to be together there. hyunjin is with us too. have fun at practice tho 😊

Fuck. Yeah. He’s totally forgot about that part. Hyunjin. God, why does he have to destroy this?

[ Minho ]: We will figure it out. Thank you. Have a nice Thursday too.

[ Minho ]: 🍇🖤

He’s sure, there’s gonna be some solution to this. Minho seeks to be close to you and he’ll do anything to make that happen. He does feel disgusted sometimes about himself. The fact that he’s secretly hoping for you to fall in love with him during this whole agreement but love turns us selfish.

He gets dragged out of his spiral of guilty conscience when you message him again.

[ Y/N 🍇 ]: 😆🍋🤍

You are assigning him this emoji now?

[ Minho ]: I’m a lemon??

[ Y/N 🍇 ]: yeah, kinda fits you best

[ Minho ]: In what world am I similar to a lemon??

He rolls his eyes when he reads your reply. Then a smile makes it up to his face. You’re so adorable, his heart is gonna melt and turn into a puddle with him.

[ Y/N 🍇 ]: you get sour quickly 🤭

Still, he plays cool.

[ Minho ]: 🙄🙄🙄

[ Minho ]: Whatever you believe in. See you tomorrow and remember to pack warm clothes. It’s gonna be cold at night.

He’d lend you all the sweaters and jackets he owns but then again Hyunjin will be there. And Minho would rather see you in your clothes than in the ones from his friend. God. The fact that Hyunjin is his friend makes this whole situation just worse.

[ Y/N 🍇 ]: yes sir 🫡

His cock twitches inside his pants. God. It’s eleven in the morning and you’re flirting with him.

[ Minho ]: You’re playing with fire, princess.

He’s sure this warning will bring him nowhere, knowing you’ll just hop on it and provoke him more. When his phone receives another reply he knows his assumptions are right.

[ Y/N 🍇 ]: whoopsiiiee sorrryy, just trying to keep us warm in the cold 🤭 see you tomorrow min 🥰

Minho puts his phone away, still smiling brightly, before he feels someone plop down on the sofa right next to him. His sister is staring at her phone too, her eyes shining brighter than shooting stars, making him want to annoy her.

“Why are you giggling at your phone like this whenever you receive a message? You’ve got a boyfriend?” Minho asks.

She instantly rolls her eyes and puts the device away, “No, I don’t. It’s none of your business anyway.” His sibling turns around and looks at him. “Despite that, I saw you smiling earlier too when you looked at your screen.”

Minhos jaw clenches but he plays it cool. “What’s his name?”

“Tell me hers first unless it’s Areum then… Please keep that secret to yourself. You didn’t match at all,” his sister lets out with a sigh.

Minho is confused. He knows his family has never been Areum’s biggest fan but hearing it like this makes him wonder why exactly they’ve never quite liked her. “Why do you think so?”

She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know. She’s boring as fuck. I’ve always liked that other girl from your friend group more… What's her name again? Y/N?”

His heart stops. Why does she need to bring you into this?

“Yeah… Y/N. But that’s not gonna happen,” he quickly replies.

His sister tilts her head, “Why not? She’s funny, authentic and has a super pretty style.”

“You only wear black, you emo girl,” he teases her.

“And? I can appreciate when another woman obviously has good taste,” she explains.

“I don’t have a chance with her anyway. She’s dating Hyunjin,” he says, sounding a bit too hopeless.

His sister blinks twice. “Ugh. Why would she do that to herself?”

Minho has to hold back a laugh.

“What do you mean? He’s tall, handsome, creative. Spent last semester in Paris. He’s like a Disney prince,” he adds, knowing damn well he’s always comparing himself to these standards, knowing he’s never had a chance to begin with. Everyone seems to be in love with Hyunjin. Including you. The only woman he’s ever truly liked.

“A Disney prince that has dated the whole campus so far. Basically the reality TV version of a prince. Maybe he’s practising to apply for the next season of The Bachelor,” his sister reminds him.

“How do you know?”

“I went to the art exhibition with him yesterday—before you say anything, as friends, we have a bunch of classes together—and he was constantly on his phone texting different people.” She shakes her head, seeming quite annoyed. Until she notices that her brother’s mood has shifted. “Min? You okay?”

Minho knows that they’ve been friends for some time. After all, they’re majoring in the same field but his heart stings for different reasons. Hyunjin might just be playing with you, that son of a bitch. And he can’t allow that to happen, knowing you’re way to precious to get your heart broken by an asshole like this.

Okay, Lee Minho, calm down. This is still about your good friend. Hyunjin is your friend.

Yes, and? Isn’t he allowed to call his friends out if their behaviour isn’t acceptable?

He shakes his head, bringing his focus back to the conversation and switching topics a little, “Thanks for telling me. So… Who’s your crush?”

His sister smirks, one of her eyebrows rising up. “You’d love to know, don’t you?”

“I’ve told you mine too,” he emphasises.

“It was an easy guess, bro.”

“Come on, just a hint,” he says, nudging her shoulder.

“I’d love to tell you but it’s embarrassing…”

“Why? Is it Jisung?”

She nudges his shoulder. “Of course not. But the things is…I… I don’t know who he is,” she admits. “We’ve only been chatting online. I know, gamer girl cliché, and no, he isn’t paying for my Discord Nitro subscription.”

“You’re such a loser,” Minho teases his younger sibling.

“You too, you idiot,” she fights back, grabbing the nearest pillow that’s placed on the sofa and shoving it into her brother’s face but he doesn’t react anymore. He knows all her tricks.

“Anyway,” Minho says instead, getting up from the couch, “I’ve got a lot of classes today. Make sure to lock the apartment properly and if there’s still some issue at your place, call me, yeah?”

“I will. Thanks, Min,” she answers.

Friday comes quicker than you would have expected and once the sun is shining brightly—as if you’ve ordered great weather—you find yourself at the campus’ flea market of your university. Together with Hyunjin. On your second date. He hasn’t left your side for an hour now, telling you about all the things he’s seen and experienced during his stay in Paris while his hand desperately searches for yours. You let him, your fingers intertwined with his own a bit later and it makes you wonder if this could turn into something serious pretty soon.

Because—look at you—holding hands with none other than the one and only Hwang Hyunjin in public on campus isn’t something that’s seen quite often. He must be very excited and truly mean it. Hyunjin reciprocates your silly little feelings and you’re gonna be a couple in the future. Your long awaited dream is finally here.

Your crush drags you around the corner, before you approach a little booth with shimmering and glittering items, the most beautiful necklaces, gemstones and rings blinding your vision. You take a closer look, instantly falling in love with the odd looking ones—the ones that you also find when diving too deep into stuff suggested to you on Etsy—giggling about earrings in the shape of fried eggs on toast or the ones that look like rubber ducks.

Then you find a necklace that perfectly matches the grape shaped earrings you wore the other day. Your eyes hover over the material but you’re unsure if you’re allowed to touch the item so you don’t. Hyunjin is standing next to you, observing your motions and chuckling a little when he notices how adorable you look. He’s always liked this about you—how your eyes turn into stars when you see something that amazes you.

“You’ve always liked these fruit inspired accessories and clothings, right?” he asks, giving you a soft smile. Hyunjin has one of his hands inside his jeans’ pocket, the other one is still entangled with your own. He leans over to you, catching a glimpse of your beauty. He can’t believe it took him so long to confess to you. Hyunjin knows it wasn’t the best timing back then and it haunts him up until this day that he basically broke your heart—and his own—the day before he left for Paris when he admitted to you that he’s falling in love with you.

But he also knows that this was his only chance. After all, Jisung accidentally spilled that Minho might have a crush on you too. And Hyunjin couldn’t travel to France for half a year, wondering if his friend would make a move on you instead. Which is ridiculous and toxic, absolutely toxic, he knows that. But love makes him selfish. Although there’s nothing to worry about. You don’t even like Minho, let alone love him. The idea of his friend and you together in a romantic light is the funniest joke of the century.

“Yeah, I guess one could say it’s kinda my thing,” you say with a small giggle, which brings Hyunjin’s thoughts back to where they should be right now. It was a shame that he couldn’t go to the art exhibition with you two days ago, but then again another friend—Minho’s sister—went there with him and he was actually hoping to get some more details from her about her brother’s possible crush on you. Which didn’t work because that woman is the carbon copy of Minho, avoiding emotions at any cost except for when they include sarcasm.

“It’s cute, it suits you, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, still watching you look at the necklace with the grape shaped pendant. He’s seen stuff like this back in Europe too. Yes, he’s also thought about buying something for you but if he’s honest—sure, those fruit inspired accessories are funny and cute but he’d love to see you in something more… mature, too. Hyunjin knows a lot about art and fashion after all. And just imagining you wearing a pretty diamond necklace, while lingerie in the same shade is hugging your curves makes ideas shoot up to his head—and blood rush down to his cock—during a very inappropriate situation. Get it together, Hyune.

He reaches for a necklace with a violet jewel attached to it, making quick eye contact with the salesperson, before he shows the accessory to you. You catch a glimpse of it, adoring its glittering features but something feels… boring about it. You can appreciate the simplicity and beauty of the object but it doesn’t catch you, if that makes sense.

“But how about this? I’ve seen this in Paris everywhere. They made me think that they’d look astonishing on you. Purple is truly your color,” Hyunjin says.

He’s right about that part though. You love all the colors of the rainbow but purple is one of your favorites. Just like the grape necklace.

“What is this?”

“An amethyst. A symbol of peace and pure love,” he explains, picking the item up again and holding it in an angle so that the sun shines right through it.

“It’s pretty,” you admit. Because it is. It really is. But some weird—yes, this sounds so exaggerated—type of feeling spreads through your stomach. Hyunjin clearly saw that you looked at the other necklace, why is he trying to show you this one now?

“It really is. You wanna try it on?” he asks.

It’s alright, Y/N. He knows more about this stuff like you. And if there’s some spiritual meaning behind it, this makes it quite romantic, right?

You smile, “Sure. Why not?”

Hyunjin gestures to you to turn around and you follow suit. You do a little spin, until he’s standing behind you and you get reminded of how tall he is. His big hands reach over your head, until he puts the accessory around your neck and closes it. Gently, he lets it fall down until it lands right between your collar bones and your thumb and index finger instantly reach for it. It feels so special, so pretty and you’re sure it look just as beautiful on you.

“Woah, it’s amazing, it’s like it was made for you, angel,” you hear Hyunjin from behind you. Suddenly, his hands are attached to your waist and he turns you around again. One of his hands finds your face, before it wanders further and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’d love to buy this one for you.”

Your mouth falls agape, “Oh, Hyunjin, you seriously don’t have to. It’s fine.”

You don’t want him to spend money on you out of the blue. Although your subconsciousness knows that there’s another reason lying deep inside your heart. But you don’t let it free.

“I’d love to,” he reassures you. “Wait a second, yeah?” You watch him walk to the salesperson before he pays for the necklace and gets back to you.

His fingers reach for your own again. Hyunjin and you walk a little further, until you get around a corner and behind another booth, where it’s less crowded. You feel his hands glued to your sides once more, as he pulls you towards him. His fingertips graze over the gemstone for a second and you dearly pray that he won’t notice how loud and fast your heart is beating, basically threatening to burst out of your chest.

He tilts his head, as you watch his tongue brush his upper teeth, before he speaks, “Now everyone will know who you belong to, hm?”

You’re desperately trying to not lose your mind.

Who you belong to.

Hwang Hyunjin told you that. Your longtime crush. This is insane.

“Thank you, Jinnie,” you say, barely audible but he still catches it.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad I’m back. I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses.

Your eyes are still fixated on his own, “I’ve missed you too.”

Hyunjin scoots a bit closer, his mouth wandering right beside your ear, so he’s able to softly whisper, “I’ve also missed kissing you.”

You shyly giggle, impulsiveness taking over you, “What are you waiting for, then?”

All he does is chuckle before he seals his lips with your own. God, those plump and oh so soft lips. How you’ve missed having them against your own. They feel so incredibly good moving with your own. The other two kisses that Hyunjin and you shared were rather innocent ones, more of a peck if you will, but thanks to you making out constantly these past days, you’re quite experienced when it comes to kissing.

Hyunjin also realises how much more confident you are compared to half a year ago and he loves it. You can tell when you feel him smile between kisses. He takes the invitation and slips his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your own.

Kissing Hyunjin is on a whole new level.

Magical is the best word to describe it.

However, the sparkle vanishes just as fast as it appears, leaving you… unsatisfied. You’ve kissed Hyunjin before. Twice. But something is different now, perhaps something inside your head, you’re not quite sure. It’s not just the fact that you are making out this time because you do feel comfortable with him, absolutely. He’s one of the people you trust most in this world and entering a heated kissing session with him feels nice.

But that’s it. It’s nothing more than that. You don’t want your brain or heart to go that way but there’s something missing. Something that you experience whenever Minho solely looks at you. But you scrunch your eyes, push the thoughts away and a few seconds later, Hyunjin is letting go of you again.

He gives you the sweetest smile, not at all realising that he isn’t the only man on your mind. Fuck. You’ve catapulted yourself right into the middle of the worst drama of this century. Great work, Y/N.

“This was great,” he says, biting his lips.

“Yeah,” is all you manage to let out. Do something about the awkwardness inside your own head. Now. Change topics. Although this will make it perhaps even more suspicious but you can’t function right now. “Do you have everything for the camping trip later?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen, “Oh, I’m not coming, I’m sorry. Felix said he told you.”

No, he didn’t. For whatever reason. You don’t question it.

What you do question though is why Hyunjin can’t tell this yourself and what his reason is. You decide to ask about the latter.

“Why not?”

He scratches the back of his head, “Ah, you know, I’ve never been a fan of this whole camping and nature thing.”

But I love it. And I even wanted to go to that art exhibition with you although I don’t even know when Vincent Van Gogh was alive or what the difference between cyan and turquoise is. Because I like you.

You ignore the ongoing weird feeling inside your stomach. “I totally understand this, Hyune.”

He smiles, “Thank you. We meet on Saturday anyway, right? For my ‘welcome back’ party at my place?”

You nod, “Of course.”

The conversation shifts again to other topics after this. There are still so many thoughts in your mind. Why did Hyunjin buy you a different necklace from the one that you looked at? It’s not like the prices differed that much and despite that he doesn’t have to buy you anything at all. Why did he mention stuff about Paris but never bought a souvenir for you? With whom did he go to the art exhibition? Is he in fact dating other people at this time as well?

You decide to stop worrying before your head explodes and when you catch a glimpse at your phone half an hour later, the two of you realise that you should really get going if you still want to go on this camping trip tonight. Without Hyunjin though.

But with Minho.

Well, and Felix, Changbin—your roommate’s gym crush—Jisung and the mysterious girl he met online. Yes, she told him she would be there too.

Before you two part ways, Hyunjin takes off his leather jacket and puts it over your shoulders.

“Don’t get cold, yeah? You can take this one with you. It matches quite well with the necklace, angel,” he says with a wink.

Hyunjin gives you one last kiss on your cheek, before your bus arrives and you hop on it.

“What do you mean she called off at the last minute?”

You come back to a very confused Felix and a pretty sad looking Jisung sitting in the living room.

“What happened?” you ask, taking off your shoes and the jacket Hyunjin gave you. You take a few steps towards where your friends are sitting and drop down on the couch next to them

“The girl from the Discord server… she’s not coming with us,” Jisung explains, his head hanging low, shoulders too, while he is staring into the distance.

“Maybe she doesn’t actually exist,” you tease him.

He looks at you like a baby that got his plushie stolen, “Stop it, virgin.”

You give him a strict glare but Jisung knows you can’t be mad at him for long. Instantly, your annoyed face turns into a laugh.

“So, what now?” Felix asks.

“I’m not coming. I’ll stay here,” Jisung says, shaking his head, while his arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks like a whiny toddler sitting there that got rejected choosing something from the candy aisle of the grocery store.

“You’re such a loser,” your best friend tells him.

Jisung sighs but tries to drown out a laughter. He gets up from the couch and takes the fluffy blanket with him. “A broken hearted loser. And if you excuse me, I need to play video games now, smoke some weed and cry like a real man like God intended.”

Right before he disappears inside Felix’s bedroom, you yell, “If you need anything you call us, yeah?”

“Yes, babes. I love you. Take care,” you hear him, knowing everything will be fine. He just needs to be alone for a bit and you respect that.

When you turn around, you notice your best friend looking at you. There’s a huge grin on his face. “Isn’t this great for you?”

You stare at him confused, “Seeing Jisung sad? What kind of a psychopath do you think I am?”

“Perhaps a pathological liar but not a psychopath, no,” Felix corrects his sentence. “But this isn’t what I meant. This makes the tent arrangement a little different. A win-win for the both of us, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can share a tent with Changbin, and you with Minho,” he suggests.

Your mouth falls agape, “What?”

“Well, the other options are you and me in one but Changbin and Minho don’t know each other at all. Or you with Changbin which I bet is even weirder,” he reminds you.

Okay, this actually means Minho and you can continue where you left off. Given the circumstances that Changbin’s and Felix’s tent is far away from you and they are already asleep if you decide to get closer.

“Fine,” you huff. “Your gym crush won’t question it?”

“I doubt it,” Felix reassures you, shaking his head.

“Good.”

Camping has always been something you’ve enjoyed quite much. Luckily, your little group feels the same. You had some barbecue for dinner and talked a lot, finding out that Changbin is a really kind guy, making you cross your fingers that Felix and him will finally get together soon. In addition to that, you managed to place the tents a bit further away from one another. For privacy reasons and all.

Your best friend and his crush have gotten a little closer, being all cuddly and when Felix starts yawning with no end, they call it a night. Minho and you stay where you are, still sitting in the camping chairs next to one another, just enjoying the scenery above you. Stars over stars are filling your vision, giving you a way better view than you’d ever be able to experience in the busy city of Seoul although you didn’t even drive that far. It makes you want to stay here a little longer.

The night sky looks beautiful. It reminds you of the hoodie Minho gave you some days ago and the feeling of how soft the fabric felt against your skin. The silence spreads all over the fields, the only sounds are coming from cicadas echoing. But it’s nice. With Minho you don’t have to talk much. It’s nice to not speak at all too. In a good way.

“Uhm, Y/N,” he suddenly starts, instantly making you look at him. “I saw something the other day when my sister and I went to the flea market together.”

One of your eyebrows raises, “Yeah? What did you see? A squirrel?”

Minho rolls his eyes, you barely see it in the dim light of the night but still know for sure. “Jisung’s busy smoking and chatting with imaginary girls online, please. No. I meant something that reminded me of you.”

“Of me?”

Confusion is spread all over your face and Minho hopes you don’t notice how nervous he is.

“Yeah,” is all he says. He reaches for something inside his pocket, bringing out a small velvety bag in a pastel purple shade.

“I thought we were enemies and all,” you tease him, not even knowing anymore if this applies to you both. You could swear, one week ago you couldn’t be in a room with him alone for a minute because either one of you would start a fight and if the same situation occurred now, your first issue would be to withstand kissing him while your heart tries not to melt.

He scoffs. “I thought of you and bought it. Don’t put too much thought into it. It’s also okay if you don’t like it. It’s just… I think this one might still be missing in your collection. Of course—I don’t know. You have a shit ton of those funny accessories. But… you have earrings that are similar so I thought–“

You’re the one to roll their eyes now, “Spit it out, Min. What is it?”

“Here,” he gives you the small bag. “This. If you already have one like this or you don’t like it I can just–“

He gets interrupted when you open it and bring out a necklace.

Not just any necklace.

The one you looked at earlier. The one with the grape shaped pendant attached to it.

“You’re insane,” is all you let out, a bit too loud but you couldn’t care less. Your palm meets your mouth, covering it, while your eyes are widening and you let out a squeal.

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Minho admits, unsure how to read your reaction.

You’re in shock. In a good type of shock. This is the best gift ever. “It means you’re amazing. I actually don’t have this one yet. Gosh. This is perfect. Thank you so much. I can’t believe this.”

Minho gets a little startled when he feels your arms getting thrown around his neck while you pull him into a tight hug. Tears are stinging in your eyes but he doesn’t notice because of the darkness that is surrounding you.

“Calm down, it’s just a necklace,” he says with an awkward chuckle.

You shake your head no, “A necklace with a grape shaped pendant. Fucking adorable. Seriously, thank you so much for thinking of me.”

Your eyes lock with his for another second, before you guide the accessory around your neck and secure it. What a shame you aren’t wearing the matching earrings today but this can wait for another time. You’re the happiest person on this planet right now.

“It’s nothing. I’m glad you like it,” Minho adds with a small voice but on the inside he thanks the universe for your reaction and the fact that he can spend time with you, just sitting here, listening to you talk about your interests and the world.

He’s always liked this about you—how your eyes turn into stars when you speak about a topic you like or do something that amazes you.

“So, what’s on today's schedule?”

You’re back inside your shared tent, after checking that Felix and Changbin have already fallen asleep in their own.

Minho frowns, “Schedule. Yeah. Well, I think you were a little too bold last time, hm? Teasing me like that just to fall right into submission the moment I tease you back?”

He’s going all in from the start. You’re in for a night.

“That’s so not true. I can be the dominant one too.”

Minho snickers, “I’d love to see you try. Despite that, you can be the one doing all the work and still be the submissive part.”

“Really?”

You weren’t aware of that. Well, you’ve never quite thought about it but the fact that Minho talks so openly about it and creates a safe space once again, makes you feel so comfortable and, of course, makes him even more attractive than he already is.

“Yeah. Dominance is about a certain dynamic, a role, if you will. Not what you physically do in bed,” he explains.

“Ah, okay. Well, then I’d like to be the… physically active part,” you confess.

He smirks, “I won’t say no to that. What do you have in mind?”

Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be okay. He’s here to help you, right?

“I liked… jerking you off… but I wanna learn more,” you admit with a small voice.

“More, hm? Why don’t you use your words like a big girl, huh?”

You roll your eyes and throw your head back. “Min…”

“Nah, we agreed that communication is key.” At least in bed. “So, tell me what you wanna do, yeah? It’s just me, remember?”

You nod, “Fine. I’d… Uhm, I’d like to suck you off.”

“Sure, baby.”

That’s how you find yourself kneeling in front of Minho a minute later. The tent is quite cramped, you can’t deny that. But you couldn’t care less. Not when he stares down at you like this, his piercing gaze hypnotising you. Your hands wander up his muscular thighs—making you think back to how amazing it felt riding them—going farther upwards until one of your palms lands on his crotch.

He’s already hard. You haven’t even done anything and Minho is already hard as rock. Why do you have such an effect on him? It doesn’t make any sense. You’re not exactly good at what you’re doing or at least you lack experience to scientifically evaluate this, right? Why is his body reacting to you so quickly then?

Because he’s in love with you, the subconscious part of your brain screams at you but you don’t hear it. You’re way too focused on something else anyway. Minho’s hand lands on your head, guiding you closer to his bulge and he chuckles.

“Come on, princess. Be a good girl and show me what you’ve got, hm?”

“Just start like last time, yeah? I’m sure I’ll like anything you do.” Why’s he flirting with you?

You nod, seizing your hand around his length, before you start pumping him. Minho hisses, throwing his head back from the little amount of motions you do. His grip tightens, when he tilts your head upwards, his gaze fixated on your face. You stare up at him with the eyes of a doll, while he feels himself grow even harder. You look so fucking adorable and he’s dying to be the one to ruin you, shape you just for his pleasure although you’re doing this for another guy and in the back of his mind he knows that quite well but pretending feels nice for a moment.

“I like it when…” he suddenly gets nervous. Minho knows exactly what he likes in bed. Although he hasn’t been with that many women. There was Areum and one high school girlfriend before his ex—yes, you’re the third girl he’s ever been in love with, believe it or not, and the second person he’s ever slept with. Yet, he calls himself a tutor, huh?

“Tell me what you like, baby,” you encourage him, being quite surprised about your sudden confidence.

“Start slowly. Just with some licks. I’ll guide you through it when I’m ready, yeah?” Minho has been ready for the past five or ten minutes now. Hell, even before you began this. But he can’t risk to come within seconds when it’s the first time you’re doing this.

However, you follow his advice and soon kitten licks erupt on his length, before you add a longer stripe to his shaft, making sure to keep eye contact. You’re gonna be the death of him, that Minho is sure of. He enters a state of pure trance then, watching you do what you seem to be naturally good at. Or it’s just his stupid heart and his stiffening cock speaking. It’s embarrassing what an effect you have on him. No one has ever achieved this. A simple look from you is enough to make him question everything he’s ever believed in. If someone told him two and two makes five, he wouldn’t even question it anymore at this point.

Minho catches himself, before he guides your mouth towards his tip.

“Whenever you’re r-ready, princess.”

It’s adorable how he’s stuttering and it gives you even more confidence, so you take the first few centimetres in. His length passes your lips before they wrap around it, letting him slide in deeper. Minho helps you with his hand showing you how to move, when you take him in and out, your head bobbing up and down. And when he watches you drooling all over him, obviously relishing the feeling of his dick inside your warm and wet hole, he takes the upper hand in this again.

You look perfect like this. Saliva is dripping down to the tent’s floor but none of you cares about it. You’re rolling your eyes to the back of your head, letting the sensation of being so close to Minho take over you.

“I’ve never expected you to enjoy sucking cock that much, baby,” Minho says, knowing damn well he won’t be able to hold back for that much longer.

“Is it… is it okay if I come inside your mouth?” he asks, not expecting anything from it. At this point, he would even thank you if you decided to edge him and deny him any orgasm for the rest of the night.

You hastily nod, encouraging him, while you continue with your movements. A little later, Minho allows the feeling to fully take over him, when he reaches that sweet sensation of pure ecstasy. His warm liquids shoot into your mouth and you make sure to swallow every single drop. You’re in trance too, watching Minho become absolutely powerless for you and you’ve never seen a more beautiful scenery like this, despite the fact that the night sky is right outside.

He suddenly comes to a halt and carefully slips his softening cock out of you, before he pulls his pants back up. Minho falls down to his knees, swiping away a few droplets of his come, before he places the sweetest kiss on the top of your head that earth has ever witnessed.

It’s in the middle of the night when Minho suddenly wakes up, feeling you attached to his body.

You fell asleep together. Right. Just after your little encounter, he took care of you and tucked you into your sleeping bag. He must have dozed off right away too.

He checks his phone, watching the time read 01:43. Then, he sees a message from his sister from not that long ago. The protective older brother he is, he instantly panicks and opens the chat.

[ Sis 🙄 ]: I didn’t wanna tell you this Min but I unfortunately value you a bit too much although you’re the most annoying brother on this planet.

He immediately replies.

[ Minho ]: What is it? Are you alright?

And when he reads the message, he realises that his sister isn’t in trouble but someone else definitely is.

[ Sis 🙄 ]: Hyunjin asked me out on a date. Despite the fact that I am not interested in him AT ALL and have only ever seen him as a friend I think you should know. Or Y/N should know, to be precise. I’m sorry. 😕

His heart sinks and then crashes into a billion tiny pieces.

[ Minho ]: Thank you for telling me. 🫂

He needs to talk to someone about it and find out how to tell you this nightmare of a story. Minho will protect you. Even if it means breaking the contract and telling Jisung about it tomorrow.

#i am So invested #not hyunjin being an asshole I knew it from the start #minho ‹𝟹

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It's always on the tip of my tongue { affection part 2 }

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-> Word count: 7.6k

-> Relationships: Lee Minho/afab!Reader

-> Rating: 18+ → Mature/Explicit

->Genre/Tropes: Romance, Sexual Tension, Smut. Other Additional Tags to Be Added. (Spoiler tags: Something more than friends to Lovers?)

-> Warning tags: Alcohol Consumption. Explicit Sexual Content. Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

-> Synopsis: Part 2 of Affection. As you try to move on from Felix and figure out where your relationship with Minho stands, his past resurfaces, challenging the feelings between the two of you.

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The sun was rising, casting a warm glow on the room as dawn approached. Another night spent trying to forget Felix, finding solace in Minho's arms.

It was easy to forget with him around—his arms encircling your waist, feeling his heart beating, lips grazing your neck, and fingers near your breasts, legs intertwined. Everything felt momentarily easier.

Reality would hit when the day began, and your fantasy would shatter. Then you would need to go back to your dorm; then, your heart would yearn for another.

He kissed your neck, a low grunt escaping him, saying nothing, just staying.

You waited, delaying the inevitable. And it came.

"Y/n," he murmured, his hands gently guiding you to face him, his sleepy gaze meeting yours.

"Minho."

He kissed the top of your head, nose, cheeks, and your lips.

"Five more minutes?" You asked.

With a nod, Minho rose. You remained, reluctant to face the day just yet.

You hoped things would change, but it got more confusing. You still thought of Felix, but now Minho occupied your mind everywhere—in the coffee shop, in the stray cats, in the sweet brown of your coffee that reminds you of his eyes, in the soft blanket you use to sleep, that's never as cozy and warm as being in his arms, or the sunrise, where you are the most happy in his bed.

As time passed, Felix was slowly being erased, and instead of relief, it became painful. You didn't want the feelings to vanish; it made you anxious.

You wondered how Minho felt over this. He knew you. He knew you, on some rare nights, still cried over Felix. And, he also knew you looked at him wanting something more than friendship.

Was he going through the same turmoil? Did he think of someone else while his hands caressed your waist? Did his dreams betray his unspoken desires, just as yours did? Did he want to be with them, or were you erasing their marks on his heart just like he's doing with yours?

The scent of brewing coffee drew you to the kitchen. Minho prepared breakfast.

You noticed the red marks from your nails adorning his nape. What if one day Minho decided to end this?

The question lingered as you stood by the counter.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“You.”

He snorted. "Then go back to bed."

You chuckled. Both of you knew that wasn’t happening.

Walking over, you poured a cup of coffee and gestured toward the bread and cheese. While he prepared a sandwich, you briefly ran your fingers through his hair before returning to your coffee.

Was it a gesture of affection, an inability to keep your hands to yourself, or a passionate expression of your feelings? You didn't know, and you didn't want to think about it.

He closed the press and turned to face you, both of you on opposite sides of the kitchen. Secretly, you wished you could read his mind, to know what thoughts crossed his mind when he looked at you, when his eyes lingered on your lips or your exposed legs.

His gaze on you made your heart flutter. The brown hues of his eyes lighter with the sunlight streaming through the window. He became ethereal in the early mornings.

If you were a little braver, you'd take two steps and press a kiss to his lips for no reason other than to feel him.

But crossing that line wasn't something you were ready to do.

"Should we tell them?" Minho asked.

"Do you want to?" You tried to buy yourself some time to answer.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

You remained silent. It wasn’t that you didn’t want your friends to know about you and Minho, but were either of you ready to move on?

He turned to place the bread on a plate, the smell of toasted cheese making you salivate. He came over to you, placing both plates on the counter.

As you were about to sit, his arms held you in place. One hand firm on your hips, the other against the counter, blocking your way. His eyes bore into yours, knowing your fears, holding your heart in his hands.

"I'm not asking for us to be serious right away. I'm no fool." His face came close to yours, his hands moving up to cup your cheeks. "But I'd like them to know you're mine every night."

A fluttering arousal took over you.

You never imagined it would go this far after that night you kissed Minho. Yet, the past held both of you back, muting the thunderous passion that could have reverberated in your souls

His other hand moved to yours, fingers circling your wrist, and your heart squeezed.

"I'd like that," you said, ignoring the unease in your heart.

A smile was hidden in his beautiful lips. "Over dinner?"

"Maybe this Sunday. They will be home."

Your eyes locked, and he stayed silent for a moment before kissing you, a chaste, gentle kiss that took a bit longer than usual to pull away from.

As you ate, Minho discussed the food options, and you convinced him to cook something, promising to help.

He eyed you. "We both know your help is moral support and gossip over wine."

You laughed and changed the conversation to the next holiday. You planned to be home while Felix would be at Hyunjin’s; Minho wanted to go camping.

After helping with the dishes, you changed into fresh clothes, played with his cats, and as the morning passed, you found yourself lingering in his apartment, not quite ready to leave yet. But you needed to, unfortunately.

"Text me when you're home?" he said, hands on your waist, lips on your temple. His scent lingered, his hair damp from the shower.

Your lips met his in a soft, perfect embrace, and you hummed with pleasure. His tongue swept into your mouth, and everything else faded away. The only thing that mattered was his taste—mint; his low moan when you deepen the kiss, his hand on your back pressing you into him; your hands finding their place on his hair.

When you finally pulled away, time seemed to rush back, and the weight of reality settled upon you as you stepped out of his apartment.

The spring was at its highest, painting the streets with vibrant flowers, the morning growing warmer. You abandoned the idea of a blueberry muffin once you saw the long line at the café.

It was Saturday, and Felix wouldn't be home – a habit now, as he spent the day with Hyunjin’s apartment, leaving you with the day to yourself.

You cleaned your room, did some chores around the house, and went to the supermarket—you now buy some treats for Minho's cat. It's a habit.

Once you got back, you’d read, watch a movie – though not the ones Felix suggested – choosing instead those you had shared with Minho.

At 9 p.m, you'd get bored and text him. He would appear at your door, and on your way to his house, Minho would ask, "Coffee?" You always agreed.

At his home, it would not take long for the mood to change from a simple night with your friend to something more.

It would start with subtle changes in Minho's body language—the eye contact more intense, his voice lowered, the gentle touches on your ankles, wrist, and earlobe.

But it would be you who’d give in first; searching for the kiss, begging for his cock inside you, his lips to eat you out clean. He would indulge every desire as if he hadn't started the whole game.

And so, another night of kissing, loving, fucking, to a morning of failed attempt of forgetting, would repeat.

It's a habit, and you don't know how to break from it, how to unlearn, how to start anew.

You sat in the coffee shop, the bustling crowd finally thinning out to enjoy the night spring breeze at the outside tables. The smell of brewing coffee made the sweetness of the cappuccino delightful in your mouth.

“Have you heard Hyunjin is going to work here?” Minho said, finishing the last bite of cake.

"Free muffins, then?"

Minho tilted back his head to laugh, and you followed.

He gave you the look, the one where he narrowed his eyes in a playful gaze with a little smirk. You're thankful he doesn’t know what it does to you.

“Is this his redemption arc?” He teased.

You lightly kicked him under the table, and he chuckled.

“You’re impossible,” you said, shaking your head, and then returned to your drink.

It was still hard to see Hyunjin with Felix, and for a while, you resented him. But Hyunjin was Hyunjin; he was a lovely person, making it easy to warm your heart to him again.

As you were about to ask if Hyunjin planned on moving closer to their neighborhood, you noticed Minho’s gaze fixed outside, lost in thought. Then, his demeanor shifted from relaxed to tense, jaw set, and eyebrows frowned.

"What's wrong?"

His chest rose and fell rapidly, and then his eyes were wide open. He looked like he was going to get sick, but his eyes were still locked on something behind you.

You finally turned, following his gaze, and understood.

Han Jisung—the guy Minho liked—was across the street, kissing a girl so softly, so lovingly that you felt your lips tingle. Then they disentangled briefly just to smile at each other.

You looked back at Minho, and before you could think, you rose and pulled him up.

“Come on.”

He turned to look at you, but before he could say anything, you were out in the streets, walking far away from the couple, far away from the thorns that squeezed his heart. Because you knew the feeling all too well. You knew the ache of unrequited love all too well.

He looked as if breathing was impossible once you stopped in front of his building, his eyes frenetic, as if he was trying to make sense of the situation. He took a deep breath, setting his jaw. Minho seemed lost and overwhelmed.

You waited patiently until he looked at you, then his eyes softened, his shoulders relaxed, and he gently came closer to you.

"Sorry, I—I'm sorry," he finally uttered.

You had never seen Minho this sad. It felt like you were witnessing something forbidden.

"It's okay," you reassured him and took him to his apartment in silence.

The sun began to set as you opened your eyes. Minho's gaze met yours—slightly red, puffy, tired.

"Have you been awake for long?" You ask.

He hummed a yes and drew you close to his chest. His heartbeat pulsed against your back as he traced circles on your waist, sending shivers through your body.

It marked your second nap of the day, now in the living room.

He kissed you chastely on the lips, the softness leaving you yearning for more.

Amidst the gentle light, you admired the way it played on Minho's features – his lips, his eyes, his nose, his hair. You wondered what else you were growing to love.

Minho told you once about Jisung, the guy who he never had the courage to confess to. The guy who he loved wholeheartedly, his once best friend who knew him better than anyone.

"I fell for him but couldn't find the words. Until one day, I couldn't contain it anymore, and I ran. It became too much."

He told you it was the last time they spoke, as if their friendship never existed. It all made sense when Minho said to you he knew how you felt—the fear of being honest about your feelings consuming you, he knew it too.

“I thought I got over it by now, but then it was like every emotion back then rushed down, and I didn't know what to do. It felt like I was trapped in the past.”

One of his cats settled on his lap, and he gently caressed them.

His eyes met yours, filled with a silent plea. "It's been too long, and I don't know how to let go. I'm not even sure what I'm holding onto."

You understood the feeling, and as he held your gaze, he knew you did. You wanted to say you were here for him, that he is a wonderful person and can fall in love again, or that cliché "Time heals broken hearts"; you wanted to assure him you’d be by his side until he forgets the existence of every memory of any past lover. But the words got stuck in your throat, and all you could offer was a hug that both melted into.

"Thank you. I've never been this honest with someone I love," Minho murmured against you. As you met his gaze, he continued, "Until I met you."

Then you froze.

As much as you wanted him, as much as you wanted to start something new, you knew it wasn't the right time or the right way. Not with both of your hearts still holding on to someone else.

Or maybe you're just being a coward again, just like you were with Felix, running away instead of admitting your feelings for him.

“Speak your mind,” Minho said, with a small smile and an intense stare, his hands warm on your body, stealing your breath as his fingers drew circles on your waist.

"It's just... a lot to process," you shrugged, holding back what needed to be said.

His eyes narrowed; he knew you too well. “And?”

You let your head fall back. Felix once said, in a distant summer a long time ago, that the first step is always the hardest.

You needed to be honest, like Minho was being with you.

“I think we need closure before any feelings are spoken.”

He took it in slowly, looking everywhere but you, until you heard him softly say, "And if closure takes too long?"

You didn't have an answer, but for now, you didn’t need one.

You were saved by the arrival of Hyunjin and Felix, their laughter and the sound of the doorbell, interrupting.

“The boys!” Both of you said.

“What do we do?” You asked,

He ran his hands through his hair.

The doorbell rang again.

You jumped out of his lap.

“Say we forgot?” He said, heading to the door.

“Minho!”

"Y/n," he replied, a tight smirk and annoyance in his eyes.

He opened it, and there they were—Felix and Hyunjin, both smiling, bags in hand.

They paused, observing Minho's disheveled state, his overshirt the only thing you were wearing.

Hyunjin smirked, and Felix raised his brows.

"Told you they'd forget. You owe me a meal," Felix said. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, and Minho just shrugged.

You realized the rollercoaster was far from over.

After changing into fresh clothes, you joined Felix in the kitchen. Minho busied himself preparing sauce while you took charge of washing the salad.

Felix and Hyunjin hadn't said anything about the two of you, so you just went with the flow.

You didn't want them to assume Minho and you were serious, yet you also didn't want to keep him a secret. After what happened last night, you weren't sure if he was ready to tell anyone either.

Once dinner was settled, the aroma of food filled the kitchen; and your eyes met Felix's warm gaze. Hyunjin sat by his side with an open bottle of wine.

“So, what do you guys want to tell us?” Hyunjin said.

Glancing at Minho, your heart raced. The last thing you wanted was to pressure him into revealing feelings he might not be ready to share.

"Y/n and I..." he began tentatively, “we…” but before he could say more, you interjected. "We were thinking about plans for the next holiday! Like a small trip.”

Minho's gaze locked onto yours, sending shivers down your spine with his glare.

"A trip?" Hyunjin arched his eyebrow.

Felix turned to you eagerly, "The beach! What do you think, Y/n?"

You returned his smile, nodding in agreement. A beach visit was a summer tradition for Felix and you.

"But it's crowded now," Hyunjin said with a whiny voice that made Felix smile even more.

“We could go home?” Minho said to them, his eyes never leaving yours. Home means his hometown, Jisung's town. Why would he want to go back?

Hyunjin’s face soured even more but Felix's face lit up.

“That would be perfect. And Y/n has never been there,” and looked to meet your eyes. “You're gonna love it.”

It is the town Felix spent his vacations in as a kid.

“There's plenty to do there,” he continued and told you every detail, as if he had never mentioned it before.

Your attention, however, strayed to Minho, and you wonder what his intentions are for going back. Can't he see he’ll end up with a broken heart?

When the dinner was over, Felix asked you if you’d come home. But the hard grip of Hyunjin on Felix's waist made you hesitate.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up."

Felix's brows arched; his eyes wandered over your face before nodding and saying, “See you home, lovely.”

He kissed your forehead and went with Hyunjin, leaving you struggling to contain your emotions as your breathing became harsh.

You turned to see Minho, who leaned against the wall with crossed arms, staring at you.

"So, are you going to explain why you didn't tell them?" Minho's tone was sharp.

You never admitted it before, but you liked it when his attention was on you completely, watching every single move you made.

"I think you should start first. Your hometown?"

You walked to him, searching for reasons why he wanted to relive memories that might hurt him.

A hint of vulnerability was visible in his eyes. "You wanted closure first, didn't you? That's why you weren't honest about us tonight,” he tilted his head. “Besides, it's time to move on from the past."

"Is that why you want to go back to your hometown? To face your feelings?"

"I'm done running away, and now I've got a reason to confront them," his gaze fixed on yours. The air was thick with tension.

"I don't think it works that way."

Closing the distance, his hand gently lifted your chin. "Then how does it work, dear Y/n?"

The way he said your name made your stomach flutter. His other hand found your waist, pulling you closer. The faint scent of perfume wasn't enough to calm your pounding heart.

"I don't know... yet.”

He chuckled, and in that moment, his smile was all that mattered to you.

The cool wind on your face calms your nerves. There was only a green landscape around you on the road. Ignoring the slight pain in your lower back from long hours in the car, you listened as Minho and Felix talked at the front.

The three of you were on your way to Hyunjin's house in the countryside.

Hyunjin went a day before to put things in order, and as Felix had work, he tagged along with you.

Felix had spoken fondly of this place before – it was where Minho and Hyunjin grew up, creating special memories between them.

You didn't have this experience as a child; it was only when you met Felix that you felt you had your first true and forever friendship.

It was supposed to make you excited to get to know this part of Felix, but you couldn't stop thinking about Minho and the possibility of him meeting Jisung.

Ever since that day when Minho saw Jisung, a distance has grown between you two. You wanted to give him space to understand his feelings, but now you find yourself needy for him—for his hands on your body, for his voice, low in the mornings, asking to fuck you just one more time, for the feeling of his lips against yours.

Minho told you this trip was supposed to give him closure. What if he ends up heartbroken? What if he gets hurt? A voice in your head said, but a whisper in your heart lurked. What if he falls in love again? What if he leaves you?

You sighed. This will be a long trip.

Hyunjin's house was huge. It resembled a small castle, with the entryway adorned with a garden full of red flowers and surrounded by tall trees.

Stepping out of the car, you were greeted by the earthy aroma and floral perfume.

Just like a scene from a fairytale, as soon as Hyunjin laid eyes on Felix, he went to him and kissed him passionately.

You averted your eyes and followed Minho, who was already inside.

The entrance bore delicate artworks, some depicting sunsets, flowers of different colors, beautiful landscapes, and the night sky.

Marble floors lead to a spacious living area adorned with floor-to-ceiling shelves. On the right is a large kitchen, offering glimpses through the window of the garden and a small cottage outside — that Hyunjin once mentioned was his father's wine house.

There was a corridor that you think led to more rooms. On the opposite side was a living room with plush sofas and a home theater system. Next to it were stairs, and the little you could see of the second floor revealed more towering bookshelves. Hyunjin also told you that his mother has an art studio here.

The main part of the house was the large windows that showed a serene lake at the back and a pier extending from the house to the water's edge.

“Impressive, isn't it?” Minho said beside you.

But when you looked at him, every bit of the house became insignificant, and only Minho captured your attention. His eyes, seemingly distant, stared at the lake. Bathed in sunlight, he appeared like a secret god among mortals.

“Indeed.”

You didn't even notice you were getting closer to him, hands almost touching, until Felix's laugh made you take a step back.

They strolled hand in hand, as if one seamlessly belonged to the other. You truly were a fool not to see it before. You never stood a chance.

“Let's go to the river later?” Minho said, his arms on your shoulders, and his fingers softly grazing your arms.

Felix's eyes widened with excitement as he grabbed your hand and said, 'Put on a swimsuit.' Your face warmed as his eyes met yours.

“There are two guest rooms at the end of the corridor,” Hyunjin said.

His eyes briefly landed on your hands before you distanced yourself from Felix. Then, as both of them headed upstairs, you noticed Minho's arms were no longer resting on your shoulder.

When you searched for him, he was back to looking outside, his gaze soft. What was he thinking? Or better, who was he thinking about?

Then he looked at you and smirked. “I bet you forgot to bring a swimsuit.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to find the guest rooms, the sound of his laughter behind you easing your heart for the moment.

And as you reached for the door, you realized he was right. You had indeed forgotten your swimsuit.

The bikini Minho bought for you fits perfectly. You felt your cheeks and neck grow hot as you imagined him knowing the curves of your body so well.

Once you got out of the bathroom, you gasped as you saw him still on your bed.

His eyebrows rose, and his hungry gaze traveled your body, meeting your eyes before he broke into a smirk. "Don't you have something to say?"

"Shouldn't you be the one praising me?"

He got up and approached you. "Maybe I will if you thank me," he said, playfully annoyed.

You rolled your eyes.

"Thank you," you said flatly, and he chuckled, a sweet and honest little laugh that made your lips turn up.

His hands found the back of your neck, silently asking for permission.

"Is this your way of complimenting me?" You said, reading his intentions.

"Complimenting? No," he said as his lips brushed your ear, "Worshiping."

You were already breathless when his lips touched yours.

He parted your lips with his tongue until your mouth was hot and open for him. His hands drew you closer to him, your already hardened nipples grazing his chest.When you sucked and licked at his lower lip, he deepened the kiss unforgivingly.

Those kisses, when he devoured you, made you forget your own name. His tongue sliding against yours, the noises of pleasure he made in between kisses—you didn’t want to stop.

He moved his lips, along your jaw, down to your throat, tracing a path with kisses, then his teeth grazing your collarbone before reaching the hollow of your throat—”Y/n?” Felix's voice sounded from the other side of the room.

As a knock on your door interrupted, you gently pushed Minho away.

“Can I come in?”

Minho didn’t say a single word. Your hands were still on his chest when he held your chin. His eyes searched for something you didn't know in yours, and after a moment, he released you.

He nonchalantly walked past Felix toward his room, seemingly unconcerned. Your eyes widened as he went to his room, not caring about what Felix might think.

Then your eyes met Felix, who had an eyebrow arched.

"Did you two fight?" He asked.

"No, Lix, he was helping me fasten the back of my bikini."

Felix nodded, handing you sunscreen. "You always forget yours when we go to the beach." You snorted, “Thanks.”

Felix, however, didn't respond. Instead, he frowned at your swimsuit and asked, "Is it a new one?"

"Yeah," you smiled, deciding not to mention that Minho had given it to you.

"It's pretty on you."

You pushed Felix playfully, ignoring the small skip of heartbeat. “Out. Let me get ready.”

He giggled, leaving once Hyunjin called him upstairs.

As you placed the sunscreen in your bag, Felix's words lingered in your mind.

Even though they were what you wanted to hear, you couldn't shake the feeling of how different they would be if they came from Minho and how differently you'd feel hearing them.

The towering trees of the forest surrounded the lake. A well-defined trail weaves through the trees, leading the group to the water’s edge.

The lake sparkles beneath the sun, resembling a mirror surrounded by greenery. The water is clear, revealing the sandy bottom.

You hear the rustle of leaves, the sweet melody of birds, and the hum of insects. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming wildflowers and and from time to time, a butterfly gracefully passes by.

A cozy spot nearby, adorned with smooth, sun-warmed stones, offers the perfect place to set up the belongings.

Felix's arms went over your shoulders, and his smile gave you butterflies.

You averted your gaze and looked around until you stopped at Minho, who was taking everything in as if every detail was precious.

“That’s a nice spot to set our things,” Felix said, pointing to a spot half covered by the shadow of a tree.

You followed Felix and helped organize the things when you heard Hyunjin talking to Minho.

You couldn't make out the words, but his shoulders were slouched, and a little stiff, his jaw set.

Felix's elbow bumped into your arm, and when you looked at him, he was smiling with raised eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes as he giggled.

Then, Hyunjin came out of nowhere, scooping Felix into his arms and dashing towards the water as Felix laughed harder.

Yet, Minho's pained expression as he watched them tugged at your heart.

You wished you could carry his pain, just like he does every time for you.

But you weren't good with honest talks or comforting words.

You walked to him, and as if he sensed your approach, his gaze met yours, yet it looked like he was still lost in thoughts.

Then, your feet kicked up the cold water in his direction.

Minho's face looked dumbfounded; his expression reminded you of his cats, which made you laugh.

“Are you having fun, Y/n?” His eyes narrowed.

You exchanged an excited glance with Minho before making your way to the water's edge.

"Very," you said, taking one more step into the water.

You watched as he undressed, feeling warmth wash over your body as you admired his defined muscles that you desired to touch not so long ago.

He took one more step as you took one farther.

You felt the cool breeze on your skin, hinting at the refreshing embrace that awaited you in the lake.

The first steps deep into the water sent ripples across the surface, and soon you were immersed in the sensation of the cool lake enveloping your body.

Minho smirked and ran towards you, splashing water on your face, turning it into a playful war.

You didn't know when his hands started to travel your body, pulling you to him.

Your breath hitched as his finger pressed against your lower back, and his eyes smiled even more. A beautiful moment that almost took your breath away. You loved the sight of him.

And it was scary to feel that way, but you couldn't resist.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered low enough for only you to hear, and your eyes almost closed in response. At that moment, you wish it was only the two of you.

"They're here," you said, glancing around, but Felix and Hyunjin were still underwater

"And?" Minho's face fell into your neck as he breathed in.

Your hands went to his waist, resisting the desire inside you.

“I want to continue what we were doing,” he said.

You try to gently push him away, though you desire him even closer.

"Y/n," Minho murmured, his hands moving to your neck, tilting your face to meet him. His lips curled up as his eyes consumed you.

“Minho.”

“I won!” Hyunjin screamed, laughing loudly, shattering the tension between you two.

You and Minho lingered in the shallow water, with his hands encircling your waist while you admired the landscape, talking about everything and nothing at all.

As the sun continued its descent, casting a warm glow over the lake, both of you found yourselves drawn back to the sun-kissed stones to dry.

The sounds of Felix and Hyunjin's voices were a soothing background, and their laughter echoed across the water as they playfully challenged each other to swim farther or dive deeper.

They were so alike, as if made for each other.

Minho's hands naturally interlaced with yours. It was a comfortable silence until he broke it with hushed words, almost as if he wasn't sure to speak.

“Here was the first time I realized I liked him.”

He looked at the sky, one arm resting behind his head.

"He was betting something with Changbin, and when he won, he ran right to me with a big smile. His eyes never leaving mine."

Uncertain of how to respond, you simply held his hand tighter.

He continued, "I wanted to make him smile like that forever."

"How did you two meet?"

"I don't even remember. Our moms were friends before we were born, and being neighbors, we grew up together."

You couldn't imagine losing someone so dearly. That's why you haven't said anything to Felix.

"Maybe that's why it's so hard to let some people go,” you said, “We associate them with all the good feelings they made us feel, the way they change us. Even if what we have of them is a distant memory.”

Minho looked at you intently, his hands gently moving from your head to your neck, a tender caress before he settled back, closing his eyes. "Maybe," he said softly.

The rain intensified as night fell, and the juicy peach in your mouth was delightfully sweet.

The puzzle on the coffee table was left less than half done, and the sound of Hyunjin's and Minho's laughter coming from the kitchen was comforting.

If it weren't for Felix eating beside you.

Felix's lips were red, full and glossy with the sleek of the fruit, tempting you to taste it right there.

Then, the memory of Minho's lips on yours flashed in your mind.

You could bet that Minho would run his tongue over his lips, just to provoke you.

"There's a greenhouse not far from here," Felix said, his smiling eyes meeting yours. "When I was a child, all of us used to go there. It was our hidden place."

"Hyunjin too?"

"He and Changbin threw a tantrum with bugs every time," he chuckled, aware of Hyunjin's aversion to insects.

"He hasn't changed then."

"No, he hasn't," Felix replied softly. As you met his eyes, you glimpsed the love within them—a love you wished for so long to be directed at you. How could you express your feelings to him without risking his happiness? After all, he was your best friend.

"You really like him, don't you, Lix?"

Felix rested his head on your shoulder, his hands finding yours. "Very much."

You brace yourself for that familiar sting in your eyes, ready to hold back tears and swallow the lump in your throat. Yet, all you feel is a subtle ache in your chest. Nothing more.

"Hey!" Minho's voice interrupted, causing Felix to lean away.

As you turned, Minho's narrowed eyes met yours for a brief moment before his expression went blank. "Hyunjin wants strawberries. We're going to town tomorrow."

Felix quickly stood up. "I was thinking of seeing Changbin tomorrow too."

Minho's eyebrows rose, and he nodded.

Felix joined Hyunjin, who was saying something about Changbin’s girlfriend, to arrange a tray of snacks.

Minho sat beside you, attempting to resolve the puzzle.

He said nothing, but with just a glance, your heart felt a bit more at ease, as if everything would be alright as long as he was by your side.

While a boring movie was playing, Hyunjin brought a new plate of cheese, cold cuts, and fruits.

"Hey, remember when Chan fell into that fountain?" Felix chuckled.

Hyunjin snorted, "Jeongin and Seungmin grabbed a frog and ran towards us, only to let it jump onto Changbin's lap."

"And he screamed so loudly," Minho added.

You adored hearing them talk about the past. Felix shared countless childhood memories, making them feel like your own.

Meanwhile, Minho was more reserved when he told you about his past. As if everything he said left a bittersweet taste in his mouth.

You have wondered before about his childhood – Was he quiet? Shy? Confident and sarcastic? Was he easily afraid like the others? What was his favorite pastime? There was so much you didn't know.

Hyunjin snapped his fingers, before saying, “Remember when Jisung and Changbin fought?”

“They thought they liked the same person,” Felix said, already laughing.

"I think it was their first crush," Minho said.

But Felix shook his head, "Changbin liked a certain someone before," narrowing his eyes at Hyunjin, who, instead of answering, took a long sip of wine.

Minho smiled and whispered to you, "Hyunjin used to have a crush on Changbin's girlfriend."

"I can hear you, you know."

“Did you like anyone back then?” Felix asked Minho.

Your eyes glanced at Minho.

It was a small reaction, one that’d go unseen if you weren't so close to him. His body stiffened, his hands gently closing, and the slight downturn of the corner of his lips.

Jisung was his first love.

“Someone needs to get more wine,” Hyunjin's voice interrupted, exchanging a look with Minho before grabbing the bottle, shaking it to show an empty one.

You felt relief wash over you with the distraction, and your hands instinctively moved to Minho's neck, playing with the strands of his hair.

You wanted to kiss him right there. Try to make him forget. You wanted to punch Jisung for breaking Minho's heart, kiss away the hurt, and claim his heart for yourself.

With rain pouring still falling outside and no umbrellas, Felix suggested settling things with a game of chance to see who will go to the wine house.

“There's beer, why do we need wine?” Minho asked.

"Because Y/n has never tasted cherry wine," Hyunjin replied.

Minho rolled his eyes, grabbed some stickers, broke one of them, and then, after mixing them, made everyone choose one. You went first.

“I can't believe this,” you said, holding the short stick.

They all laughed at your reaction.

"Cherry wine it is, Y/n," Hyunjin teased as you headed outside.

Anticipation coiled inside as you stepped into the night, rain lashing down, and the air carried the scent of wet earth. Dark clouds hung low, lightning illuminating the sky.

The first rumble of thunder sounded as you hurried towards the wine house.

Inside, a cool breeze welcomed you, tinged with the scent of aged oak.

With a flick of the switch, warm light flooded the space, revealing rows of wooden racks adorned with an array of wine bottles, the labels displaying a variety of colors and designs.

Your fingers gently brushed against the cool glass surfaces until they came to rest on one in particular—a tall, elegant bottle with a dark burgundy label adorned in gold details and an illustration of a grapevine: Ruby Reserve.

Memories flooded back—the taste of the wine, the desire to feel it on Felix's lips.

He had bought this wine to celebrate your birthday. It was only both of you on a winter night. He danced with you, chest close to yours, lips brushing your neck. It was the night you fell for him.

As you ventured deeper, you found the wine Hyunjin mentioned, your hand reaching out when footsteps approached from behind.

“I thought you got lost,” Minho said.

“Liar,” you smiled, turning to meet him. “You just missed me.”

He returned your smile with one of his own. “Oh, you know me so well.”

He looked you up and down, stopping at your hands. His fingertips touched yours as he held the bottle for you. It was a simple touch, but the contact made your heart skip a beat.

"We used to steal wine from Hyunjin's dad," he said, looking straight at you. "One day, the three of us got so drunk that we woke up here, early morning, totally passed out."

The three of us. By his nostalgic eyes, you knew he was talking about Jisung.

You tried to keep your smile, but it's been getting harder when he mentioned anything about Jisung.

You remember his words in the lake.

Perhaps he wants to open up about it, but you weren't sure if you were ready to know, not without feeling your heart tighten.

What if he wants to go back to Jisung? How should you react? Should you intervene? Or should you support him as a friend?

"It sounds like you had a fun childhood," you said, trying to keep your tone light.

He smiled, gentle and kind, “I did.”

Your heart quickened as you locked onto his brown eyes, missing all the little details that you grew to love due to the low light. Then, his lips, full and begging to be kissed. A sharp jawline, pretty eyebrows you liked to trace with your thumb in the early mornings when you woke him. Soft hair, perfectly interlaced with your fingers as he eats you out.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

You smirk, “You.”

“Doing what?” he narrows his eyes, closing the distance between you.

“Guess?”

His chest came close to yours, and you felt his hands on your waist. Warm against your skin.

His mouth came close to your ears. Lips near your ear, he whispered, "Pleasuring you." His mouth tracing down your neck.

“Be more specific.”

He nibbled on your neck, hitting your sensitive spot, causing a slight flinch. Meeting your gaze, his lips brushed yours as he said,

“Drowning in your pussy.”

You swallow hard, feeling his hands lower to your hips and unable to tear your gaze from his intense eyes. But before you can kiss him, he pulls away a little, just enough to say, "Be honest with me, how do you still feel about Felix?”

Startled, you question, "What? Why?"

Minho keeps staring, demanding an answer. You swallow hard, unable to tear your gaze from his, his stare. So you give in.

"I don't know," you say. "I guess… I still have a deep love for him, but I don't know where the friendship ends and where love begins anymore. It's not as clear as before."

He continues to study you, absorbing every word. You can't help but also wonder about his feelings for Jisung. His hands delicately touch your chin, and before you can think, his lips are on yours.

Gently, he says, his lips brushing yours."Me too. I don't know if the feeling is real or just a memory that I'm too attached to let go."

You nudge his lips and say in the midst of a chaste kiss, "Then let's figure it out, Min."

His gaze holds yours for less than a second before deepening the kiss. You yield, parting your lips to welcome his tongue.

Minho's kiss unfolded slowly, leisurely and tender. His hands cupped your breasts, fingertips grazing over your nipples.

Your hands roam every inch of him, pulling him closer.

Minho's hands travel your body, from your breasts to your neck, tracing your cheeks, then south to your waist, hips, and gripping your ass.

"Fuck, I want you," he murmurs, pressing his hardness against you. His lips trail down your cleavage as he pulls up your shirt.

You feel a tingling sensation, wanting his lips on your breasts. He returns to your lips, kissing you slowly, his chest grazing your hardened nipples.

His eyes lock onto yours, and he gives you a devilish smirk before kissing your breasts, sucking and licking your nipple while teasing the other between his fingers. His legs go between yours, and you can't help but move your hips slightly.

Struggling to control your breath, your body tingles with anticipation. "Please," you say, sliding your hips against him. "Minho, please."

Slowly, as if he has all the time in the world, he lets his hand travel between your legs, underneath your panties, kissing you before sliding two fingers between your folds.

Your pussy clenches in need, and his tongue matches the slow, precise, and torturous movements of his fingers.

You arch your back, and he moves his lips to a sensitive spot on your neck, then slides both fingers inside. "Good girl," he murmurs, drawing one finger upward to meet your swollen clit.

You gasp into his mouth, tightening your arms around him.

He keeps going, one hand on your pussy and the other firmly on your waist.

You bring your face closer to him. His mouth comes to rest near your ear, and your pussy clenches by listening to his breaths, moans, his face slightly flushed as he pleasures you.

His lips parted to gently bite your neck, and trailing down to your chest, stopping to suck and lick your nipple. "Tell me, kitten, what do you want?" he asks, thrusting his fingers inside you.

You moan, wanting more. "Fuck me with your tongue."

Your legs weaken as Minho, drops to his knees, pulling your shorts down and leaving you bare to him. Your stomach flutters as he looks at your wetness. He grabs one of your thighs and raises it to his shoulder.

His eyes meet yours before he presses kisses on your leg, moving up to the inside of your thighs, sucking and biting.

You'll lose your mind.

"Tell me you want me," he urges, his breath, too close to your core, sending shivers through you.

"I want you," you say, desperately, begging him to touch you.

"How much?"

You moan, "So much, Minho. Please."

"I want you too, Y/n. I want to taste you, fuck you, feel your lips on my cock—every part of you on me." Finally, his tongue delves between your folds.

It felt like lightning struck inside you, causing your hips to buck uncontrollably. He holds them firmly and continues to devour you.

His tongue exploring every inch of you with alternating nips, licks, and long, suckling strokes.

"Minho," you say through heavy breaths, “Please, fuck, I can't take much more.”

He sucks on your clit, and you scream his name, gripping his hair, pulling his face closer, desperate to feel more.

Using the broad side of his tongue, he quickened his pace until the tightness inside you coils, unbearable.

With his name on your lips, you throw your head back, gasping for breath. You squirm in his hold, moving your hips back and forth.

He doesn't stop, drawing more pleasure from you as the orgasm rolls through you like the thunder outside.

When he stops, you're breathing heavily, feeling the sweat rolling down your spine.

Minho rises to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his lips, melting into the kiss, arms around his neck, just savoring the moment. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours.

Neither of you says anything, but you sense hesitation in his eyes.

It was on the tip of your tongue, the words you were terrified of telling. And it seems, you wanted to believe, that it was on his too.

As you walk back, the cool breeze offers redemption to your warm and slightly sweaty skin, the wine long forgotten.

The storm has gone away. A passing rain.

Minho walks with his hands caressing your fingers, and your heart races just by feeling him by your side.

You need to admit to yourself; you're in love with Minho, and you have no idea what to do now.

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milasreading · 4 months

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go cat go

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, 60s!au, chan is called chris, chris’ obsession with reader having a bush (pubic hair), car sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, cunnilingus, daddy kink, a whole bunch of 60s lingo (i tried my best lmao), fingering, handjobs, lil bitty blowjob, featured changbin & hyunjin too! <3

a/n: inspired by the denim pics from chan’s nylon shoot and this post of mine! this is also a little thank u gift for helping me reach my next milestone!! i actually don’t think this is all that great, but still i had fun writing it! anyways, i love u guys so much 🩷

you’ve been wanting chris to bring you to the drive-in for weeks. work has been busy for the both of you, and you just want to spend time with your best guy and get out for a while.

yet here you sit, not paying a lick of attention to the flick playing on the big screen before you.

he’d waited until the sound of music came out to take you because you had been looking forward to it for a while. he’s thoughtful like that, always listening to what you have to say and tucking your wishes into the back of his mind.

it’s a heartwarming story. at least you’re sure it is, but you can’t concentrate on a single thing with chris’ veiny hand resting on your thigh the way it is.

chris isn’t even doing anything crafty. his fingers drum against your bare skin occasionally when he likes a song, and he likes them all, nodding his head and tapping his foot to the rhythm. his other arm reclines on the rolled down window, drumming on the door every now and then.

he’s a real hunk today; chris always dolls himself up for you before your dates. his black hair is slicked back in a messy quiff, with a few tendrils of curls left out to kiss his forehead. he’s wearing his new denim jacket too. you’d bought him that with your last paycheck from the diner and squealed when you saw him parked at the curb in front of your house earlier. his muscular body leaned up against the side of his red 1965 ford mustang while he waited for you to say goodbye to your parents. chris had opened the passenger door for you and planted a kiss square on your lips before buckling your seatbelt for you and rounding the car.

you want him to kiss you again. you want his hand to slide up and touch you over your panties while the other couples in the cars around you eat their popcorn and watch the tuff new flick.

some of them are already making out, you saw changbin and hyunjin kissing their girls not long after the movie began. in the same car, no less.

one thing about your longtime boyfriend though, he’s paying more attention than you might think.

“sweetheart? you’re awful quiet tonight,” chris hums. he squeezes your thigh, and you have to physically restrain yourself from sliding down in your seat so his hand can’t help but touch you where you need it most.

chris is one step ahead of you though, and he always knows what you want, whether you tell him or not.

his strong hand dips under your pink skirt. you don’t hesitate to spread your legs, and chris’ knobby fingers brush against the front of your panties.

when you look at chris, his eyes are dark, but his ears are flushed a rosy pink. he looks back at you, almond eyes locking on yours before glancing down to your bunched up skirt. you know what he’s thinking because he perks up in his seat.

“really?” chris whispers. he’s excited, and you have to bite your lip to contain the goofy smile from spreading on your face. “sugar, really?!”

you nod your head and spread your legs wider, hiking the skirt further up your thighs to let him see your panties. he likes these, the white ones with a bow on the hem, but he likes what’s underneath better. especially now. his fingers rub at the mound of your cunt to feel the hair through your panties. the hair you let grow out because he asked you to, hand awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and cheeks pink.

“can- can i see?” he asks.

he waits until you hum your approval to push your panties to the side so he can see for himself. chris tongues his cheek, dimples popping when he sees your cunt glistening in the lights reflecting from the big screen. you’re already so wet it’s matting your pubic hair.

“for me?” he asks. he’s fine when he gets like this, smug and confident like he knows you’re always ready for him. you can’t help but give him a hard time, so you roll your eyes.

“who else, dip stick?”

“hey!” chris pinches your thigh and sticks his tongue out at you when you giggle.

you might have joked around for longer, but chris surprises you by bending over the center and shoving his face right in between your spread legs. he takes a long whiff, much to your embarrassment, nuzzling his cheek against your bush before gripping your thigh tight and tonguing at your achy clit.

“christ, you smell so good like this, cherry.”

chris is choice at this, his lips are plump and soft, and he's been with you long enough that he knows just how to focus on all your pleasure spots in order to get you panting in no time. it gets his woody up in no time too.

“gonna- gonna have to roll the windows up, chris, please, i-!” you wheeze. you can’t help but be loud for him when he makes you feel so good. you’ve already lost all hope in paying attention to the flick, but you don’t want to disturb anybody else while they’re watching.

“you don’t want everybody else to know how easy you are for me?” he teases, but his words have truth to them. they’re muffled against your cunt, and you can’t help but grind up against his face in agreement.

“‘s just for you to know, chris. i’m just easy for you.”

he likes that. he likes knowing you’ll slut yourself out to him and let him play with you whenever and however he wants. he likes knowing he can get your pussy leaking on the leather seats of his good looking car.

it takes an act of congress to get him to sit up so he can crank the lever on the driver’s side door and roll his window up, and the second you do the same to your window he’s lapping at your cunt again.

he sucks on your clit like it’s candy. you’re glad you rolled the windows up because your moans and cries were so loud already, no one else needs to hear the sloppy wet sounds of chris eating your pussy. your hand sneaks down to rest on his jaw, and your eyes roll whenever you feel it flexing as he eats away.

“daddy, fuck!” you wail, and chris grunts.

he readjusts your panties so he has more room to lick and pinches at your bush to pull up the skin on your pubic mound. his big, perfect nose is smushed against the crook of your thigh.

you couldn’t school your facial expressions if you tried, jaw slackened with pleasure and eyes drooping. you almost kick the gear shift when chris’ tongue breaches your hole. your head thunks back against the headrest.

embarrassingly enough, that’s when you make eye contact with changbin in the car beside you. the curly-headed man gives you a wink and a sly grin, his own eyes drooping; that’s when you notice the head bobbing in his lap. changbin’s got the girl’s red hair held in a makeshift ponytail in his hands. he waves it at you, and you turn away to whimper.

“such a fox, baby,” chris growls, pulling away from your cunt just to spit down on it. he dives in again and his tongue flicks deftly at your swollen clit.

you see stars when he pinches the lips of your cunt together and sucks them into his mouth too, and you’re humping his face so fiercely you’re sure his car is rocking. it’s not like anyone wouldn’t know what was happening anyways with your face looking the way it does and chris nowhere to be seen.

much to your surprise, he pulls back before you can cum, and you tug on his hair in annoyance.

“you buggin’, sugarpie?” he giggles.

“yes, candyass! i was close!”

chris laughs again and cocks his head, cracking his neck before pulling you across the center of the front seat. it’s a tight squeeze, but you’ll never say no to being pressed against your hunky cat’s strong chest. you’re pressed so close together that it’s a struggle to unzip his jeans and pull his cock out.

“happy to see me?” you mumble against his cheek. chris’ cock is velvety soft but solid in your hand. you don’t even need to spit on the head because it’s leaking like a faucet already.

“always happy to see you, sugar,” chris mumbles. you know he’s telling you the truth despite how distracted his voice sounds; he’s too busy watching the way your fist fucks his cock to pay attention to his tone.

“a-ah, daddy, chris- christopher, aren’t you gonna touch me too?”

chris drapes an arm over your shoulders to hold you and his other slides down to where your panties are still haphazardly pulled to the side. your pubic hair is soaked, matted and sticking together with your need. he hisses through his teeth when he feels it, and two of his fingers bracket your clit in a tight vee. he rubs you like that for a moment until he decides he wants to feel you inside, and those same two fingers travel down to curl themselves inside where you’re gummy and hot.

“heh- you’re, oh wow. you’re soaked,” he muses.

your arm bumps against his on every upstroke of your fist, but neither of you seem to care.

“f-fuckin’ A. ‘cause’a you, daddy.”

you don’t know who sounds messier at this point, you or chris. your pussy squelches loudly every time he fucks his thick, knobby fingers inside. your hand sounds slick when it polishes the tip of chris’ big cock.

he won’t fuck you here and you know it, cumming like this is as good as you’re going to get in the drive-in. chris will take you home when the flick ends, walk you to your door, and kiss you on the cheek while your momma watches from the hallway. then he’ll sneak through your bedroom window after he parks his car around the block so your parents won’t know. that’s how he’ll fuck you, nice and deep and slow in your bed, and you’re already needy enough that you know you’ll have a hard time staying quiet.

he’ll have to gag you with his fingers if you want to keep quiet at all. cover your mouth with his hand while he whispers in your ear about what a golden little slut you are. maybe he’ll quiet you down by shoving his cock in your mouth.

“i want it inside,” you keen, and chris turns his head to speak against your temple.

“wanna be inside too, wanna feel how- how warm you are. gonna squeeze me so tight, won’t ya?” you clench on his fingers to show him you will, and chris pulls you into a messy kiss.

he still tastes like you, and you whimper when he licks along the ridges of your teeth. chan kisses like he does everything else, wholeheartedly and intense. his lips are plush and his tongue is slick and warm.

the windows are starting to fog up, but you don’t have it in you to be embarrassed. chris is fucking into your fist just like you’re fucking against his fingers in your shared need to cum. he’s just as loud as you are, neck veins bulging and face heating up as he pulls away from your lips to moans openly for you.

now that your mouth is free, you’re begging.

“‘m so close, chris- daddy, i’m close! you can’t- can’t stop, please don’t stop. please, you can’t!”

he’d never dream of it, but he loves to hear you beg regardless. chris’ fingers thrust steadily into your cunt, and the drag of his palm against your clit is enough to have you cumming. his arm tightens around your shoulders while you shiver apart.

you don’t even notice that your hand has stopped moving on him, but that’s hardly a problem for your fella. his hips thrust into the grip of your fist, and before you can think twice, you’re returning the favor and leaning over to suck the tip of his cock into your mouth.

chris gives you a choked off groan when he cums in your mouth, one hand squeezing at your shoulder as the other holds your hair back.

when you lean back up, he wipes the corner of your lips with his thumb and slips it into his mouth.

you’re about to share another kiss when a piece of popcorn hits the passenger side window of chris’ car.

“dinner and a show, huh?!” hyunjin whistles, and you roll the window down to see him better. his head is hanging out the window of changbin’s chevy camero, smushing the older male against the steering wheel. his hair’s askew, so you reckon he had the same dinner chris did. you wave at the two girls in their car.

chris tucks your head against his chest and gives both of his friends the bird when changbin starts fake-moaning like a floozy, and all you can do is laugh.

#right in front of julie andrews #I loved the vibes of this I love the 60s #chefs kiss #chan ‹𝟹

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milasreading · 4 months

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THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 1 — BE MY FIRST

— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —

“One last rule. No falling in love,” you say.

He scoffs. “As if I’d ever fall in love with you.” You know that Minho doesn’t really like you but there’s no need to word it like this. Especially, when it’s all a lie and you just don’t know it yet.

[ warning ]: explicit sexual scene [ softdom minho, corruption kink, dry humping, minho calls reader ‘princess’ and ‘good girl’ ]

[ words ]: 6.5K

[ note ]: here is the first chapter! I am so nervous omggg I dearly hope you will like it. If you enjoyed this very first chapter I’d appreciate it a lot if you shared your thoughts with me by commenting, reblogging or sending an ask. 🌸

“Y/N? I asked if you are with us.”

Your gaze shoots up to your freckled friend. His big eyes look at you, desperately awaiting an answer. It seems as if you zoned out yet again which isn’t that surprising considering what is shining bright on your phone screen at the moment. How are you supposed to focus on the conversation happening in front of you when your crush texted you?

“Sorry, what?”

He sighs and Jisung next to him lets out a warmhearted chuckle. Once again your head is anywhere except for a part of the current topic. It’s been like this for some time. But staring at the notification on your phone a second time lets you dive deep into the mess you call your heart. He texted you. Not the group chat. Neither Felix nor Jisung—at least not that you know of. He decided to message you first. This has to mean something, right? You still haven’t opened said chat, way too much hyperventilating inside to even unlock your device right now.

“God, Y/N, what is going on with you today?” Jisung asks with a scoff, taking a glimpse at your phone but he can’t see the notification from this angle. Luckily. You have no idea how your two friends would react. You know for a fact that Jisung isn’t quite the biggest fan of the man who just reached out to you right now—a feud that has been going on way before you fell in love with him. Sometimes you think it’s a little childish how they act around one another but then you realise that Minho—the fifth in your group—and you are no different. Fortunately the oldest isn’t here right now, this would just make the whole situation even more embarrassing.

“You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Should you tell them? They will find out sooner or later anyway. Perhaps, Felix could at least give you some advice—what to reply, how to approach this situation in general—if just Jisung wasn’t here, ready to give his two cents to any discussion he isn’t even a part of. Felix tilts his head a little, before his hand reaches out for you. Palm laying flat against your shoulder, his thumb starts caressing you, while your friend gives you a reassuring smile. It helps you calm down a little.

“There is nothing that you should be embarrassed about. We have Jisung here, I bet he can tell you at least three things he’s done that are more embarrassing,” he says with a grin. And earns a nudge in his side from your other friend.

“So, you’re not gonna laugh at me?” you want to make sure just another time. They both shake their heads in unison, as Felix keeps grazing over your shoulder with his hand, squeezing your arm a little.

“He… he texted me,” you confess. The reactions from your friends couldn’t be any different—whereas Felix is carrying the brightest smile on his face, Jisung has one eyebrow raised, emphasizing how suspicious he feels about anything your crush does. After all, he was the one who helped you most through your heartbreak half a year ago, when said guy decided to confess his feelings to you just one day before leaving the country to go on an exchange year in France.

“What did he say?” Felix asks. Of course, your friends instantly know who you are talking about. After all, topics surrounding your crush haven’t left your lips even six months after he left. And now he is back. You still can’t believe it although you know he was gonna be here again soon. Maybe, subconsciously, you were just praying for more time to figure out how to act around him.

“Here… this is his message,” you say, giving your friends your phone. They grab it and you instantly turn away. Felix’s eyes widen and those of Jisung start rolling, meeting his brain. When you reach for your device again, you read the message for the first time.

[ Hyunjin ]: Hey, Y/N. I will land in Seoul next Friday. I’d love to go to a café with you once I am back. Tell me if you are free. I have missed you a lot. ❤️

He asked for you. Specifically. From what you can tell he hasn’t texted your other friends yet. No message to Felix, Jisung and—well, sure, you don’t know if Hyunjin has reached out to Minho which would be possible, considering how close these two are but you want to believe you are something special to the man you have been crushing on for years. It’s picture perfect, straight out of a cheesy romance movie. The two of you met during your first semester of college three years ago, quickly becoming part of the same friend group. He’s—besides Felix—the person you are closest with which allows you to have a stable base for whatever is to follow.

But then he moved away twelve hours after confessing to you. Timing much, right?

“Oh no, don’t go down that road again, Y/N,” Jisung immediately says, his eyebrows scrunched, the palms of his hands glued together as if he is pleading for you to follow his advice.

“You’re still a Hyunjin hater?” Jisung hastily nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest now. You weren’t aware that this would affect him so much. “Yes, who the hell confesses their undying love to their close friend just the day right before they go on a flight to Paris for an exchange semester? Ah right, Hwang Hyunjin!”

“It was not as dramatic as you make it seem,” you scoff, shaking your head and rolling your eyes in annoyance although you know that Jisung might just be describing reality.

“It in fact was. I had to bring so many buckets of ice cream to your dorm that the cashier asked me if I resell them, am involved in dropshipping or use them for money laundering—however that works together,” your friend is basically yelling at this point, almost hyperventilating about how you could say such things. He can’t believe all this talking half a year ago was for nothing if you take Hyunjin back at the first chance given. You pushed those memories aside. But the scenes become crystal clear again—how Jisung visited your apartment, trying out flavour after flavour of every ice cream. At the end of those two weeks of full heartbreak you thought you were gonna become lactose intolerant.

“Yes. But he is here now, you know? We don’t have that distance anymore and I am ready for… whatever the future holds,” you admit with a small smile that feels almost forced. This is what you have wanted for years. You have wanted to be the girl on Hyunjin’s side since you met him. Why give up now when you can basically taste what you’ve been hoping for?

The door to the apartment you share with Felix swings open, revealing a certain someone who owns the only spare key. You’ve always wanted Jisung to be the owner of that precious object but your roommate soon convinced you that this probably wouldn’t be the smartest idea. So, you decided—against your preference—to hand it to Minho instead. He is now standing inside the living room, after taking off his shoes and storing away his jacket. Two paper bags in his hands, he approaches the group and plops down on the empty space on the big couch.

“Sorry, I’m late. Dance practice was extraordinarily annoying today,” Minho greets you while opening the stuff he brought, revealing takeout inside of it. This guy seriously believes he can apologise for anything with food. It doesn’t help that he either manages to cook five-star worthy meals or buys meals from your favourite restaurants just like he’s done this time.

“Nooo, Min, what happened?” Jisung’s attention is immediately turned to the oldest member of the friend group—and partly to the hamburgers and chilli cheese fries in front of him. Felix gets up for a second, grabbing four glasses and one big bottle of coke.

Your gaze switches towards the newest member of tonight’s ensemble.

Lee Minho.

A walking mystery and the one person of your close circle that you have never really gotten along with. You’re just too different. Almost as if you are caught in some romance book, your trope could be described as sunshine and grumpy asshole. He makes fun of you on a daily basis whenever you share something you are excited about.

“Where were we with the Hyunjin issue?”

Jisung manages to drag you back to the present conversation. You try to blame your lack of attention on the immaculate food but this just brings you back to the actual problem—Minho. The way he is staring at you right now, a smirk decorating his beautiful face, makes you turn absolutely furious, on the verge of exploding when your emotions bubble up from your stomach to your head.

“Hyunjin issue?” Minho teases. You can see him click his tongue, as he reaches for more fries.

“Yeah he texted her and asked to go on a date and–“

“Will you cut it, Ji?” you tell him, nudging him into the side. You’d only have half as many problems if Jisung’s brain to mouth filter would for once properly work. Since you are too busy scolding your bratty friend, you don’t notice Minho’s reaction. The smirk is long gone, his expression turned into something that’s painted by annoyance and… jealousy. But you don’t see it. Luckily, for him.

“Don’t listen to him. Have you already replied to him?” Felix asks now, bringing your focus back to what actually counts. Right. Hwang Hyunjin. And the fact that he wants to continue your relationship where it left off. Whatever that means. You’ve never been a couple, that is for sure. Although you were so close if he didn’t decide to go to Paris for six months. You’ve never been one to stand between him and his dreams but you wished he decided to wait a little longer with his confession so the past half a year wouldn’t have been this heart wrenching. You shake your head no, desperately trying to avoid your best friend’s eyes.

“Do you not want to go on a date with him? Isn’t this what you have been waiting for for half a year now?” your roommate asks further and you can’t understand why he just doesn’t stop. Sure, Felix always wants to help you but sometimes he’s almost as bad at reading the room as Jisung is. They both know that Minho will use any small detail he gets about your private life to make fun of you at the first chance given.

“Y-Yeah, it is… it’s just—ugh, forget it,” you interrupt yourself. There is a very specific reason why you are a bit hesitant regarding the whole Hyunjin situation. But it’s something you definitely can’t confess right now. Not here. Not in front of your enemy. It sounds so dramatic but you definitely wouldn’t consider Minho your friend either. You’re just too different.

“What’s the issue then, Y/N? Why are you having second guesses?”

“Because Hyunjin is a piece of–“

“Cut it out now, will you?” Felix hisses at Jisung. Your roommate looks at you with a silent expression that tells you this is a safe space despite Minho being here. Sometimes your best friend and you communicate on a level like this, it’s truly amazing. So, should you just tell them? It’s not a secret anyway. Minho can’t use anything against you that everybody knows already.

“I’m… inexperienced,” you mumble so quietly that none of them have caught whatever you said. But then again on a second thought, you feel comfortable enough to share your secrets with Felix and even Jisung—as long as he promises to not tease you—but Minho? You’re not entirely sure about that yet.

“Y/N, were you yourself even able to understand what you said? We couldn’t hear you,” Jisung says.

You roll your eyes. It’s gonna be okay, you know that. They won’t judge you for anything. After all, you’ve never thought badly of them because of any story about their love lives they shared. Except for Minho because he never shares anything when it comes to this topic. You know that he just left a long term relationship some weeks ago but that’s all. He had rarely ever shared any details about his now ex girlfriend.

The rambling thoughts keep sprinting through your head as if they are trying to win some marathon. You’ve got this. It’s okay. No one is gonna judge you, right?

“I’m… I’m inexperienced, okay?”

A huge weight drops off your shoulders once the words leave your mouth and fill the room. Immediately, your friend’s faces soften—emphasis on friends since Minho’s expression stays as neutral as ever—which helps you calm down a little.

“In dating? Most of us are, I blame this on our generation who can’t get into serious relationships anymore. If I hear the word situationship another time I’m gonna lose my mind,” Felix complains. Your best friend has had a crush on his gym coach for some time now but he is way too shy to ask Changbin out. So, you’re not surprised your roommate relates to your problems.

But that’s not even the main point here. Sure, you’re all somewhat messed up when it comes to commitment issues but if it was only about dating you wouldn’t make such a scene right now. It’s more than that. What terrifies you most is the fact that you’ve never gotten beyond kissing with anyone. It always feels as if everyone your age has made their fair share of sexual experiences and you are still at the same level you have been for years. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin when you’re already in your early twenties but the insecurities have been eating you alive, making you compare yourself with everyone else.

Especially Hyunjin. What if you’re not… good enough for him? Yes, rationally speaking you know that’s bullshit because, one, your crush isn’t like that and, second, you wouldn’t date someone who doesn’t respect you. However, sometimes you can’t quite control those stupid thoughts and emotions inside of you.

“It’s not just… dating and serious stuff, you know. Also… regarding… you know what.”

Minho scoffs and rolls his eyes, “God, Y/N, you can’t even say the word sex. But what do we expect from a virgin?”

Okay. You take that back. Maybe you shouldn’t have opened up this topic while he is here.

“Minho, shut up. Just because she isn’t comfortable openly talking about such an intimate topic doesn’t automatically mean that she’s a virgin. Right, Y/N?” Fortunately, you can always count of Felix to defend you when others talk shit about you. Unfortunately, this time said shit also equals the truth. “Right?”

And your lack of response tells enough for the three men to grasp why you are so insecure about this all.

“Oh, you… you actually are a virgin,” Felix mutters. You let out a huff, before you take another sip from your drink. “Yes, okay? I am a virgin. I’ve never gotten beyond kissing someone.”

“Hyunjin?” your roommate adds further.

“Y-Yeah. He was my first kiss during some truth or dare game during our first semester. The night before he left he kissed me again,” you explain. Thinking back at how nice his plump lips felt pressed against your own makes your knees give out and you are glad that you’re already seated.

“But, why?” Jisung earns another nudge to his side from Felix. “Ouch, Lix, calm down.” He brings his gaze back to you. “I was just wondering because I didn’t expect it. Is there a reason if it’s okay I’m asking?”

The fact that Jisung is actually considerate this time gives you a bit of comfort. “I was waiting for the right person… but I realised that I don’t want this anymore. This is what past-Y/N was hoping for.”

“That person being Hyunjin?” Felix asks, already knowing the answer. When you nod, he realises his assumptions are right. “But that’s romantic. This way you can experience all those first times together.”

“I don’t wanna break those pink glasses you are wearing but Hyunjin is basically the opposite of Y/N when it comes to this,” Minho explains.

“How do you know?”

“Dance practise.”

Your stomach does a turn. You’ve already known this, rumours exist for a reason. But hearing it from Minho—and him actually sounding honest—gives you the confirmation you weren’t hoping for.

“So, yeah, that’s the issue,” you continue or rather sum things up.

“Why is that an issue?” your roommate looks at you confused.

“I… I don’t wanna date him or whatever with zero experience. I’m gonna make a fool out of myself,” you confess.

“So, what? You’re gonna attend a course?” Jisung jokingly asks.

“No… well… I had an idea for some time, in case the situation of Hyunjin asking me out or whatever occurs, but I am now realising how dumb it is.”

“There is nothing dumb about any of your ideas. We have Jisung here, I bet he can tell you at least three ideas he’s had that are dumber,” Felix grins again, copying his words from earlier but Jisung doesn’t react anymore.

“It’s seriously stupid. I was considering asking someone to… practise with me. You know, h-how dating works and… other stuff.”

Jisung’s mouth falls agape, “Look at you. I love the idea!”

“Of course you would love such a stupid idea,” Felix mumbles. “Y/N, who would that even be?”

“I don’t know. Like I said, it’s a dumb idea,” you repeat. Your best friend scoots a little closer to you, pulling you into a lazy half-hug. “You know that you don’t have to have any experience to date Hyunjin, right? He will understand…”

“That’s… that’s not the only issue,” you say with a cough. Right. Because there is something else that has been harassing your mind or rather your… body.

“What else is it?”

Heat rushes to your face. You can’t speak this out loud. This goes beyond the scope of every secret you have shared tonight.

“I’ll be right back,” Minho says, getting up and walking towards the bathroom. You wonder if he has done it on purpose to give you some space and allow you to talk freely with your friends. He seems to have some manners after all.

“So, Y/N?” Felix asks again and you know it’s inevitable at this point. You take another deep breath before you start, “I… I feel like I’m missing out. I am just curious, you know?”

Jisung smiles, “So in other words, you are horny?”

“If you wanna call it that,” you mumble.

“You know, I can always help you with that issue,” Jisung adds and a wink follows. You’ve thought about it too, you can’t deny that part. After all, your friend basically has the words ‘down to fuck’ written on his face, caught in the same dilemma as you. However, you can’t view him sexually—to you, he’s one of your closest friends that manages to make you laugh no matter how serious a situation is. And another issue—as far as you know, he would make a better student than tutor in this.

“Ji, be honest, are you that much more experienced than me?”

He chuckles, “Alright, you’ve got me there.” He doesn’t deny it. Why would he? Besides that, it’s an open secret that he’s got a crush on a girl that he’s been talking to online for some time. They haven’t met each other but their shared interests in video games probably made them fall for one another and you won’t destroy that.

You are ashamed to admit it but for half a second the thought of asking Minho crossed your mind. Yes, disgusting. Well, not in a way that he’s unattractive. Unfortunately, your enemy is one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen—after all, you have eyes—but the way he keeps teasing you kind of destroys it. So, this situation seems to stay hopeless.

“No offence. It was a stupid idea to begin with,” you say, when reality finally hits you.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Hyunjin and you will take your time, everything at the pace you prefer and it’s gonna be amazing anyway,” Felix reassures you, right before the bathroom door swings open and Minho comes back.

Your blanket comforts you when you go to bed a few hours later. Rapid poundings of your heart are still echoing in your chest but you have learnt best to ignore it. Sometimes you hate to be like this—over emotional, overreacting, overthinking—when you’d actually rather be over all this. However, then again you have waited for this exact situation for six months now ever since Hyunjin left for Paris after he told you he’s thought about the two of you being more than just friends.

It’s gonna be okay, you try to remind yourself. This time things will work out for you two. He’s gonna take you on a date, first to a café and the second one hopefully ice skating—something you’ve always wanted to do with him. One day, you will introduce him as your boyfriend to your family—they only know him as your friend so far—and he will join you on a camping trip, one of your favourite traditions.

But until then—you are still thinking about the issue that you have created inside your head all by yourself. Fuck this. Deep down you know you don’t feel pressured, Hyunjin is the most understanding person out there, otherwise you wouldn’t have such strong romantic feelings for him. But then again—if someone was gonna offer you any help you wouldn’t be opposed to it.

You truly believe some spiritual awakening hits you then, when your phone receives a notification.

[ Minho ]: I didn’t wanna spy on you but I was barely outside the room when you said it.

Suddenly, your heart quickens its pace, threatening to burst out of your chest. You already have a bad feeling in your stomach, suspecting Minho to know more about your little issue than you thought.

[ You ]: said what?

The three little dots appear, before you get another message and your breath gets stuck in your throat.

[ Minho ]: that you need to get laid ;)

The audacity this man has is insane. He can’t be for real. And you seriously can’t understand why his words create a funny feeling that shoots right down to your crotch. Get it together, Y/N.

[ You ]: if you are just here to make fun of me leave me the fuck alone

Oh, if you could just see his face right now. This is way too entertaining for a Sunday night like this one.

[ Minho ]: Easy, Y/N. I am actually here to make an offer.

No. No. He can’t be serious. This is a dream, isn’t it?

[ You ]: what do you mean?

You pretend to not know what he’s hinting at but when he texts again, your suspicions turn out to be the truth.

[ Minho ]: You want experience, right? In the romantic dating life but also want to feel good and learn how to make Hyunjin feel good, don’t you?

[ You ]: minho where is this leading to…

Time suddenly stands still when you are (im)patiently waiting for his next reply.

[ Minho ]: Let’s turn this into a little study project. I will be your tutor, if you wanna call it that. We will go on dates and I’ll help you with your other issue too ;)

Fuck. You suddenly feel dizzy and all warm, a sensation spreading right between your thighs which makes you feel even more pathetic. If you think about it, the idea sounds great. Since Minho and you can’t really stand each other, keeping everything physical without developing any feelings or further drama seems easy.

But what if he’s just joking? What if Minho is just proposing that to make fun of you? Better safe than sorry is what you think, so you pretend to not be absolutely down to have his hands all over your body.

[ You ]: i’m not sure

[ Minho ]: That’s okay. It’s really just an offer and you don’t have to say yes to it. But if you do please know you won’t regret this, princess.

Oh, God. This gets more exciting with each new message he sends.

[ You ]: i will think about it

Deep down you’ve already made a decision and when you open your period tracker on your phone, you blame it on the time of the month and your ovaries. But you actually know that there’s more to it. It’s nothing new that you’ve thought about Minho in a light like this. However, romantically speaking you only have eyes for Hyunjin. If you agree to this it will be for scientific purposes only.

One last time, your phone receives a message.

[ Minho ]: Sweet dreams, Y/N 🖤

Of course, Mr Grumpy sends a black heart.

[ You ]: goodnight minho

Dressed in a white summer dress with a lemon pattern stitched onto the fabric, you make your way to Minho’s apartment the next evening. Since he lives alone, you agreed to meet at his place. Yes. You also agreed to his little offer, as it seems. You’ve thought about it for a solid five minutes but realised that nothing really speaks against it.

After ringing the doorbell, you are let inside, taking off your shoes at the entrance while Minho helps you out of your light jacket—playing all gentleman.

“I made food,” he announces as if you two are a couple. Minho guides you to the kitchen inside his studio apartment. The scents lingering in the air make it into your nostrils, your stomach close to letting out a growling sound. “You… you made food?”

“Why are you asking me this as if you suspect me to poison you?”

Well, you wouldn't be surprised. The amount of kindness—if you can call it that—which Minho has brought to you in the last twenty four hours is more than he’s ever granted you in all three years you’ve known each other combined. He places some of the food— fresh pasta—on two plates and tells you to take a seat at his dining table. You do so and once the meal is served, the both of you start eating.

“N-No, I just didn’t expect it. Why would you make food for me? This is so kind, though,” you thank him, absolutely blown away by the great taste of such a simple dish.

“First of all, I was hungry, too, so I didn’t just make it for you.” Minho places a few more noodles on his plate. “Second of all, don’t praise me for not making you starve while you’re at my place.”

The conversation dies down there because deep inside you know he is right. Still, it’s nice that he took the time to make food for you. This is definitely one of the easiest way to win your heart–

Wait, what?

You push those thoughts aside, focusing on the present situation and soon you finish your meal. You want to compliment Minho for his cooking skills but his ego is already on a way too high level so you are not risking anything. When you offer to clean up, Minho tells you to sit down on his sofa instead while he needs only a couple of minutes to take care of the mess.

“So, about the deal, Y/N,” he starts, plopping down next to you. There’s a lot of space between you which makes it hilarious thinking about the fact that Minho suggested that he would help you with your little inexperience and dating issues.

“Right… your offer.”

You still can’t believe it. If you’re honest you are waiting for him to show you wherever he’s hidden his camera before he shouts ‘it’s just a prank’ and starts laughing about you. But this scene that’s been playing inside your head never turns into reality. For a fact, Minho seems quite serious. “What do you have in mind?”

He wasn’t joking. You’re not questioning it for now although your brain already starts rambling about why he would even do that. But you can use this to your advantage. Only a week left until Hyunjin will be here and perhaps go on a date with you just like it sounded when your longtime crush texted you. “Maybe you could show me some… tricks and stuff,” you say.

Minho scoffs. He takes a sip from his water and rolls his eyes, “Tricks? Do I look like a magician to you?” You hold back a laugh. This was actually funny. Unfortunately. But faster than you’re able to reply, Minho continues, “Listen, what I thought is—how about we take this step by step and this way you’ll become a little more confident for dating Hyunjin.”

If you wanna do this the right way without much drama—which is inevitable with Minho and you—there needs to be somet time of strategy. A plan. Rules, if you will.

“We should make a contract,” you blurt out. He looks at you a little dumbfounded, desperately trying to hold back a laugh. You’re so adorable, it’s almost annoying. Why on earth did Minho’s heart decide to fall for you out of all people? It’s not just that you clearly don’t like him back, no, you are in love with one of his closest friends.

“A contract?”

You giggle awkwardly, tilting your head. Scratching the top of your head, your lower lip gets caught between your teeth. That’s how people do it in all those romance books and movies that feature the infamous fake dating and enemies to lovers tropes too, right? You then realise that these stories are always bound to end in breaking said contracts but you once again ignore those thoughts that are popping up in your head. “Yes. Just so that we know we are always on the same page and no boundaries are getting crossed,” you explain, trying to drag yourself out of the mess you’ve just created.

“Fine. What rules do you want?”

Oh. Okay. So, he is actually up to it. Great. You get up and reach inside your backpack, grabbing your iPad. Minho looks at you confused but doesn’t question it. You join him on the sofa again, open your favourite app for taking notes and start scribbling down.

‘THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT. A CONTRACT BETWEEN MINHO AND Y/N.’

“The experience project?”

“Too weird? You were the one who called himself a tutor,” you add, now wondering if he just said that as a joke. You should stop taking whatever people tell you literally.

“It’s fine. Whatever you want, princess,” Minho says with a wink. You gulp, focusing back on the screen in front of you.

“Rule number one—we’re gonna do this at my pace,” you say.

His eyes are widening, “Yes, obviously. That’s what I implied with step by step. Whenever you wanna slow down or even end this deal, you can just tell me, okay?” Minho feels a little sick in his stomach that you even have to emphasise that. This isn’t even up for debate.

You nod, “Alright. Second rule—we will not tell anyone about it. Neither Jisung nor Felix.”

“And obviously not Hyunjin,” he adds. His jaw clenches but you don’t notice.

“Yes, obviously. Also, let’s agree that you are only going to be… intimate with me.” You cringe at your own words. “Let’s make this experience project exclusive… monogamous.” Why are you even suggesting that?

He scoffs—once again—his arms now crossed in front of his chest and you wonder what Minho looks like without a shirt on.

Wait, what?

“You’re telling me I can’t meet and fuck others during our agreement?”

“Y-Yeah… What about—STDs and all?”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom,” he states.

“Oh, alright. Well, do whatever you want,” you backpedal.

“I sure will, princess.”

A confusing sensation spreads through your stomach. On one hand, you’re getting a little jealous although you know you’re not in a position to feel this way. But on top of that, the stupid little name he uses for you makes you feel a bit dizzy although it shouldn’t.

Oh, Y/N. You’re in for a ride. Literally.

“Fourth rule,” Minho starts, “once Hyunjin and you start getting closer physically, this contract ends.”

Fair point. Everything else would be cheating.

“One last rule. No falling in love,” you say.

He scoffs. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. As if I’d ever fall in love with you.” Ouch. You know that Minho doesn’t really like you but there’s no need to word it like this. Especially, when it’s all a lie and you just don’t know it yet.

“Alright. That’s it then. I need you to sign this.” You give Minho your iPad and despite him rolling his eyes like he always does he writes down his autograph at the end of the contract. When he hands you the device back, you add your own and take a last look at the digital paper.

“So… Can we start today?” After all, Hyunjin will be here in a week and start dating you. There’s no time to lose. At least that’s what you blame your excitement on and not the fact that talking and thinking about all this with Minho made you a bit… thrilled. God, the way he sits there looking over at you—manspreading and a smirk on his face—shouldn’t get you on this level of aroused but here you are.

“You’ve kissed someone before, haven’t you?”

“Yeah… Like I said, with Hyunjin,” you admit.

Minho’s mimic shifts but you can’t quite tell what this means. “Hmm, okay. Shall we just start with this, too?”

“It feels so staged,” you say, an awkward chuckle spilling from your mouth.

“Isn’t this exactly what it is, Y/N? Staged?”

“Yes… But what about the surprises, the tension, the–“

Suddenly you’re pressed against the back of the couch and Minho’s lips are just an inch away from yours.

Wait, what?

“If you wanna keep going, make the first move, Y/N.”

And that’s exactly what you do. It feels as if the world stops when your lips crash into his. They feel so soft against your own, your brain shutting off because of his gentle touch. This is amazing. Unlike anything else. Not that you have a lot of experience—otherwise, you wouldn’t be here right now, would you? You feel embarrassed about the fact that you have to hold back a small whimper, when Minhos hand finds your jaw, as he pulls you closer and takes the lead. His tongue grazes over your mouth, asking for entrance. You allow him to slip it inside, now entangled with your own. This is fine. You’re fine. Absolutely fine. If you ignore the fact that you’re feeling dizzy and absolutely caught in trance. God. This makes disliking Minho a lot harder, actually.

Suddenly, he pulls away from you. He earns a small whine that you were pathetically trying to muffle but failed.

“You wanna sit on my lap?”

Your heart stops. But you nod. This is for science, right? He said it himself, he’s tutoring you. Minho doesn’t need to know that these little kisses are already enough to drive you crazy.

“Words, Y/N,” he adds. “Whenever we do something that’s new for you, I want you to consent with words very clearly, yeah?”

You’ve never sat on someone else’s lap before so this is in fact new for you. You wonder if Minho can tell, if the fact that you are so invested in a little bit of making out shows how truly inexperienced you are. But you try to focus on something else again. Right. The man in front of you. Your enemy. Minho. Who asked you to sit on his lap.

“Okay… I want that,” you reassure him.

“Good girl.”

You’re sure you’re about to faint but Minho grabs you by the waist—which doesn’t make this any easier—and hovers you on top of him. Now straddling his muscular thighs—not the first time you’re noticing them—he attaches his lips to yours once more. You continue where you left off and this time you’re the one whose tongue is fighting for dominance. His palms are still glued to your hips, adjusting your position.

And then he starts helping you find a rhythm. You haven’t fully realised but you are moving, no, grinding over one of his upper legs. And the friction it causes, when your crotch rubs over his thigh, makes you forget about all your surroundings. You’re breathing heavily, almost panting, by now, while Minho helps you find a good pace. Your panties are sticking to your pussy, more arousal dripping into the fabric with each move you make. At this point, you are afraid you might leave a wet patch on his pants but you don’t know yet that he has a thing for that. Well, Minho finds anything absolutely breathtaking and arousing that you do.

The sensation that’s created by your bodies moving against one another starts spreading through your system, taking you to another level. “Yeah, princess. Just like that. Keep riding me.” You do in fact feel like a princess. That’s how he makes you feel. A princess sitting on her throne—Minho’s lap. “Hm, you like that, yeah? Feels good?”

All you’re able to let out is a shameless moan, when the build up inside your lower stomach rises, a knot tightening and threatening to snap. Minho feels you getting closer, he can tell by the face you make, by the way your movements become sloppy.

“Come for me. I’ve got you.”

That’s all you need to hear to follow suit. You obey his words, your pussy walls clenching around nothing, as your legs start shaking. Minho guides you through your climax, whispering reassuring words and praises in your ear, calling you ‘his good girl’. You’ve never expected him to be so soft in a situation like this. If you’re honest, you’ve thought Minho would be more of the degrading type. He definitely has a darker side too, but of course with the agreement the two of you have, he obviously decided to be gentle with you first. He needs you to trust him completely, if you want to keep doing this.

When you come down from your high, it hits you then. You can’t believe you just came all over Minho’s thigh. Well, with your clothes on. Which makes this somehow even filthier. You've never reached your orgasm this extraordinarily fast. This was insane. In the best way possible.

When you fully open your eyes again, they meet Minho’s gaze and you notice that mischievous smile on his face again. The way he looks at you, lets your heart skip a beat. Butterflies start roaming around in your stomach, as your breath gets stuck in your throat. If things between the two of you keep going like this, it will be hard to end this agreement at some point.

Wait, what?

#I love chaptered fics I’m so excited #this premise is so so good #like 😭😭😭#minho ‹𝟹

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