#everytime he breathes is a minho moment

[charmercharm3r]

Not sure if you’re taking requests, but the THOUGHT of Jisung slowly fucking you while you’re trying to have a serious phone conversation with Chan or Minho has been sitting in my head rent free FOR DAYS🤦🏻‍♀️🥵

And everytime you try to cut the conversation short or hang up, Jisung threatens to stop altogether.

Stop it, I’m not okay😭😩

yum yum yummmm

Are You Done?

HJS

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wc: 1.4k

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You could hardly breathe, let alone speak into the phone laying on your chest. Minho was on speaker on the other end telling you about his upcoming schedule and how exhausted he was going to be by the end of it. Typical conversation, right?

Of course not when Jisung is your boyfriend and has an insatiable appetite for experimentation. Which is how he got you on your back, underwear discarded and him rubbing his cock back and forth against your clit. It took everything in you not to moan as he stared down at you with that hungry look in his eyes, waiting for you to break even just a little knowing his friend on the call would call you out the second something felt remotely off. 

Lip between your teeth, you bit back the bratty comment you so badly wanted to make at your boyfriend. Jisung just smiled and continued to press his tip into your bundle of nerves, dragging it so lazily that it felt like he was trying to get you to break on purpose. Granted, he was, but only because he knew you could take it.

Your head fell back as he hit a particular spot and you had to clap your hand over your mouth.

“Y/N? Are you even listening? I’m trying to confide in you and—“

“I— I’m listening, I promise. You just… caught me at a—“ Jisung prodded at your entrance with his fingers and stole your voice entirely. He urged you to continue, silently threatening to stop with his stare. “…bad time.”

“I don’t really care, I need your undivided attention. Whatever it is can wait. Me— your friend— is more important.”

“You’re right. Talk to me, I’m here.” Your boyfriend liked that answer, slipping his fingers out of your hole to bring them up to your lips. You took them in your mouth without hesitation and savored the taste on your tongue. Jisung enjoyed the view, his own tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth with a mischievous grin.

The man above you hiked your legs higher up his torso and teased your clit a few moments more before ridding himself of his shirt all together. The plain of his abs taking over your line of sight, you couldn’t help reaching up to touch and let your fingers trace the lines across it.

“I just wanna dance. That’s what I signed up for. I have so many covers recorded and none of them—“

Jisung thought it was a great time to prod at your entrance with his thick tip, you bit down on his fingers to suppress another moan.

“—have even been in the talks of seeing the light of day. It’s frustrating.”

“Have you—“ your voice was muffled by your boyfriend’s digits, popping them out for a moment to speak, “—spoken to the company?”

“Of course I have! They always say it’s never the right time.”

He pushed into you, languid and unrushed, letting your walls adjust to the intrusion with every millimeter he sunk deeper. Your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ shape and raked your claws down his abdomen. Jisung chuckled quietly until he came to the hilt. When your eyes rolled back and shut, Jisung squeezed your cheeks to pucker your lips and forced your concentration back to the conversation.

You felt so full and on the verge of vibrating out of your skin but found the strength to speak. “What about that— mmph— that messaging thing?” Jisung’s thumb found your clit again and circled it ever so lightly, hardly thrusting in and out. The sounds were wet and on the louder side, you wondered if Minho could hear it.

“Bubble? What, send dance videos there? It’s a paid platform, not everyone will get to see it.”

For a second you sobered up of the premature excitement, “idiot, you think the stuff you send there isn’t shared? It’ll get out even if you ask not to.”

Your boyfriend nodded along with your answer, agreeing. But then his thrusts picked up just a little, pulling out further to plunge back into the sweet spot he knew just how to hit. The light pressure to your nerves was driving you insane, almost as much as this conversation was.

Minho was silent for a second, but Jisung didn’t stop moving. “What are you doing?” The man on the phone suddenly asked.

You panicked and it made Jisung push in incredibly deep, “e— eating. I’m eating.”

“…Okaaaay… Still, I want it official, y’know? Like on our YouTube and stuff.”

It felt like Jisung wasn’t even moving but the constant stimulation told you that wasn’t the case. His own head tipped back and he let out a long, deep sigh, then gripped onto your hip with his free hand hard enough to bruise. He settled more comfortably on he knees to fuck up into you while switching to opt for shorter and repetitive thrusts. The pressure in your belly was rising higher as he continued to hit your soft spot. “What if you just– f– posted it yourself?” Jisung smirked and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Are you on a treadmill or something? Why do you sound out of breath?”

Your boyfriend leaned down and kissed up the valley of your chest, lightly teething at your skin. A hand came to tangle in his hair instead of keeping the conversation going and he shot a look up at you through his lashes. “The walk to the sink is far. Guess I should exercise more.” Jisung winked and kept going, doing a number on your clit that made your skin burn delightfully.

“Come with me and Jisung next time, maybe it’ll get him to stop complaining about how much he misses you. Anyways, back to me.” You held back a laugh that in turn made your boyfriend giggle as well, rumbling chest to chest. Walls clenching tighter around him, when he started to push harder into your clit you knew he was trying to get you along. You dug your heels into his back and pulled him flush against you. “Should I just make my own YouTube account? Just for dance videos? No, I’d get kicked out for that. What if I…”

Minho continued to speak without giving you a chance to intervene, not that you minded in the slightest. Jisung took advantage of it and rubbed just the way he knew to get you to cum around him, and it was working. Your friend on the phone was clueless and it made the both of you all the more aroused knowing you were going to get away with it. In a way, it was a proud feeling, something of a cross between accomplished and erotic with how simple this one inclusion in the bedroom was. You felt the knot tightening in your belly much tighter than usual and every nerve in your body tingled as you gripped onto Jisung’s hair for support. His face was right next to your phone on your chest, still urging you to pay attention to Minho. But it was getting harder to do so when your boyfriend was being so relentless.

Perhaps forgiveness would be a small price to pay for such a wonderful high that was just within reach. You could no longer hear what Minho was saying, just that he was speaking. All of your concentration went to keeping quiet and you couldn’t even do that anymore. The grip your teeth had on your bottom lip was on the verge of drawing blood, rutting your hips up in time with Jisung’s for maximum feeling. And that just about did it, a good nudge of his thumb at the same time as he prodded at your sweet spot and the sensation took over your body to lock him against your chest and buried within you. By the time the feeling passed, Jisung had left more than one obvious mark across your skin that was deepening with every second.

“Are you done?” Minho’s voice snapped you out of your glowy haze.

“Hm? Done with what?” Airy tone and a smile on your face, you felt Jisung kissing up your neck as the phone fell to the side of your head.

“Getting dicked down. I have real issues that require your help, and your boyfriend’s. Hi, Jisung.”

The two of you giggled, embarrassed but not nearly as much as you should have been. Jisung greeted his friend, then stole the phone to mute it for a moment. He leaned into menacingly whisper, “I didn’t finish, baby. Don’t think we’re done quite yet.”

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[leeknowsnot]

kinktober — the god of love (minho)

genre: smut (minors dni), fluff

content: minho x reader, god of love minho au, reader is a hopeless romantic because i am too, greek god themes, he is eros the god of love, modernized greek gods, body worship, vanilla, just pure love, mature themes, mention of p-rn

oh my god, this is my first smut on this page. i hope i did okay though, it's been a long while since i wrote smut. anyway, i'll try starting on the others soon! read at your own risk

kinktober masterlist

Piles of paperwork laid before him. His eyes scrutinized every paper, dreading the sight of the amount of work he'd have to do. What was he doing here anyway? Right. He was called in for some extra work because the amount of stuff that the employees under him had to do was overwhelming.

Piles and piles of paperwork. "Over what?" his colleague would ask him and he would roll his eyes.

"Some dumbass woman who can't stop falling in love and getting heartbroken over every goddamn man," he would complain.

For Minho, being the God of Love wasn't all arrows and rainbows. Oh look, a girl crushing on a guy. Let's shoot an arrow to his chest so he could fall in love with her too! No. He wasn't highschool cupid. It wasn't as easy as that, unlike what most people would actually think. If he was going to be honest, there wasn't much field work to begin with. The only field work he'd do is to sit on his chair, observing people as they fall in love with each other, only to deal with multiple paperwork as soon as couples start falling out and breaking up with each other. He hated how people treated love as if it was something so dispensable. Like a one-time thing. Well, mostly because it gave him so much work to deal with.

And you, on the other hand, was one of those types that he hated the most: a hopeless romantic. He never really believed in hoping for love despite being the God of Love himself. Stop falling in love multiple times in a year. He always wanted to drill that into your brain each time he'd come down from HQ to observe you and your stupid attempts at pursuing whoever you were onto at the moment. He would lie if he said he never cringed everytime you'd blush at the smallest things. He was annoyed at how you always fell so hard over the bare minimum.

He types away angrily at his keyboard, cursing under his breath. "12th time this fucking year. I swear, if that shithead falls in love with the wrong guy again, I'm gonna shoot myself."

His fingers stop typing, eyes staring into the screen as his eyebrows rest on a permanent scowl on his face. He stared at your image through the documents, analyzing every feature on your face. He wouldn't deny the fact that you were attractive in a way, which made him wonder for a moment why you'd always fail at your attempts on finding love.

Minho sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he stands up from his seat. "Better pay her a short visit. I need some amusement after all that headache she's been giving me," he mutters to himself.

...

Minho sat there, eyebrows raised. You weren't the type to wear revealing dresses and yet here you were, a scissor away from being practically naked. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating since you only opted to expose your shoulders but you never really showed much skin before. Each time Minho would drop by secretly to observe you during your dates to see if they'd finally succeed, you were either wearing cute floral dresses, or anything that was wholesome. But then again, he had to remind himself where he had to go just to check on you.

A nightclub.

In all honesty, some shoulderless blouse was just the tip of the iceberg compared to how the others dressed. Some were practically naked but Minho didn't pay much attention to them. His eyes were focused on eyeing you at the other side of the room, through grinding bodies.

Though, his gaze on your faltered as soon as a woman sat beside him, brushing her arm on his that was rested on top of the counter. "Hey there, pretty boy," the woman winked at him.

Minho wanted to puke then and there and his expression said it all. He eyed the woman from head to toe, immediately disgusted at her mere presence. He brought his eyes back to you but as soon as he did so, he saw you swaying by the dancefloor with some guy.

Now, Minho wasn't the type to be fazed by such a sight, but the way the man roamed his hands around your torso and attempted to grind his hips towards yours slightly annoyed Minho. Especially with how your face would contort and twitch in discomfort. You were trying your best to hide it and make light of the situation but Minho knew better than to not notice.

He stood up from his seat, tossing all reasoning aside and decided to pull you out of whatever shit you had gotten yourself into just so you could get yourself a lover. "To hell with that," he thought. You were looking for love at the wrong place. The worst place, in fact.

As soon as he arrived at your spot, he grabbed your wrist, earning a surprised yelp from you. He didn't look at you but at the man who was already 5 seconds away from zipping off his pants. Minho was glaring. "Keep your hands and your dick to yourself, yeah?" he tells off the man, earning himself a drunk response but all noise had been shut out and the fucks he could give was thrown out the window the moment he turned to you. "What were you trying to get yourself into, you idiot?"

Minho forgot that he was the only one who knew you like the back of his hand at this point. He was basically a stranger to you. But as he looked into your eyes, you lost yourself in them. His voice came out as muffled due to the trance you were in from the alcohol you just had earlier. And Minho noticed this so he snapped into your face but to no avail.

He dragged you out of the club and you could swear the door that was supposed to lead outside the streets led to somewhere else when Minho opened it but you decided that it was your mind and the alcohol playing its tricks on you. Minho brought you to his office through the club's door—an ability that always proved to be handy. He made you sit on his couch, giving you a glass of water.

"Drink that. It'll help with the hangover," he says. He never had hangover before since human liquor never really had much of an effect for him and the other Gods but he saw how bad humans had it each time they'd have hangovers. "How many glasses did you have anyway," he mumbles under his breath, not particularly expecting you to hear or respond.

His hand bring itself up to your face as he holds a towel, wiping off your sweat. "You suck at taking care of yourself. You always put those idiots first before yourself, that's why you're always getting rejected," he mumbles again, an annoyed expression now on his face. However, his expression turns into confusion as soon as he sees you squint your eyes at him.

"You... look familiar," you say, a hiccup following your sentence as you try your best to dig your memories through your drunken stupor.

Minho shakes his head. "Don't be ridiculous. No one looks like me," he says but you suck air between your teeth.

"No, I swear I've seen you somewhere," you dazingly tapped on your temple before your eyes widen in realization and you point at him. "Oh, I remember now! I see you a lot of times whenever I..." you trail off your sentence. You gasp. "You're always around whenever I meet guys for dates! Are you perhaps, my stalker?"

This earned you a light slap on the forehead from Minho.

"You didn't have to hit my head!" you pouted at him.

"Stop pouting, you look ugly," he says as he removes your shoes. "I wasn't stalking you."

You squint your eyes again at him. Both at his answer and as to why he was removing your shoes. "Then what were you doing? And what are you doing?"

Minho glances up at you with a look of disbelief. "Removing your shoes, if that's not obvious enough," he turns back to removing your other shoe. "I thought you were dumb only with love. You're dumb with telling actions too."

You frown, "Why are you even removing my shoes?! Put them back on??"

"For the record, you are not Cinderella. And you'd rather I let you get blisters? Why did you even wear heels? You never wore heels," he whispers the last part. You blink.

"You are my stalker," you gasp, earning another glare from Minho.

As he finished removing your shoes, he plops himself back down beside you. "I was observing you," he says, answering your question.

"Yeah, you were stalking me," you butt in.

"Stalking is different from observing. Get your facts right," he argues back.

'This man,' you thought to yourself as you look at him in disbelief. Though despite his sarcastic remarks, you could feel as if you knew him for a long time already. Or maybe because you'd see him a lot everywhere. You always thought it was coincidence.

"Why were you observing me?" you ask him.

Minho sighs, rubbing his face with a hand as he looks at you, probably being annoyed at how much you were asking him. "Entertainment. Your idiocy amuses me," he sarcastically replies.

You were speechless.

First, this man ruins your date. Your chances of getting laid tonight. You didn't mind if it was drunk sex, as long as it was sex, that was how hopeless you were. Second, he denies being your stalker. Third, he was mocking your poor taste in men and bad luck in love. And lastly, he was telling you that you were basically a no go because you were an idiot.

"I can't believe this," you scoff under your breath. "You ruined my chances for... this."

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Chances at what."

You roll your eyes at him. "Getting laid."

Minho stares at you for a while before sighing. You were such a piece of work. On second thought, he'd rather deal with paperwork than your attitude. He shakes his head in hopelessness, eyes still at you.

"You were going to settle with drunk sex?" he asked with a tone of as-a-matter-of-fact. When you nodded, he chuckled in disbelief.

"Well, what do you want me to do then?" you snapped your head at him. "I always fail at romance. I try to establish wholesome relationships but they... They just fail. And this..." you pause. "It may not be the best option, but it's my only chance of actually getting a guy."

Minho was amused at how emotional you were getting. He could see the tears forming in your eyes as you explain. Sure, Minho was getting frustrated over this ordeal, but you were too and he just realized that. If he was getting annoyed over paperwork, then it meant people were hurting too. You were hurting too.

For some reason, Minho disliked that idea. For the longest time, he'd see the brightest smiles on your face each time you fell in love or experienced something akin to love. He thought it was only for work that he'd come down to observe you each time you go on dates. But in truth, he liked seeing you smile. He didn't know how or when it started. He just... liked to see your face brighten up.

Maybe he wasn't annoyed at you because you always fell in love and get broken and give him more paperwork. Maybe he was annoyed at the fact that people kept on hurting you. He was annoyed at the fact that guys always took advantage of your love. He was annoyed at the fact that you always gave it your all to guys who didn't deserve any of your love. He was annoyed at himself for seeing it otherwise.

Minho chuckles, more at himself than at you. "That's such a sad excuse to find love, it's pathetic."

You turned your head towards him, about to retort but you shut yourself up as soon as he brought his face close to yours. Your eyes widened. "What—"

"You're pathetic," he mumbles. "I can't believe you're going to settle with just that." Then, he closes the gap between you two. His lips touched yours momentarily, brushing like a feather before diving deep. For a second, it was as if your world stopped. You may have had failed attempts at love but that doesn't mean you never had kisses. Though, most of them were empty. In fact, you've had too many kisses to the point that you had to think to yourself if you'll only get kisses for the rest of your life.

But this. This was... You couldn't put the right words. No, that was the perfect word for it. Right. It felt so... right.

The kiss felt too short as soon as he pulled away, eyes staring into yours. You could swear you could see the whole universe in them. You barely talked to this man for more than an hour and yet you feel like you've known him forever.

Minho's eyes trail from your eyes to your lips. He has always seen you. How you look. How you dressed. How you spoke. But he has never seen you this close. And now that he has, it was as if he was looking at Zeus' finest piece of art. Your beauty held more charm than Aphrodite herself. Hell, you'd start more wars than Helen of Troy ever did with that pretty little face of yours.

He parts his lips, his warm breath adding fuel to the warmth that had now spread on your blushing face. "In all of my decades, observing your kind and mine," he pauses. "I have never met anyone as beautiful as you."

"I wonder which God sculpted you," he mutters under his breath, eyes bearing themselves into yours. "Those eyes. They're like Narcissus. I could get lost just by staring at them."

He placed another kiss on your lips, this time much softer than the last.

"Those men are fools," he says. "They could never see true beauty. Beauty that has so willingly presented itself before them."

It was as if he had fallen right then and there. The irony of being the God of Love was that he barely fell in love himself. But when he does, he falls deep. Turns into such poet. Just as how he was letting himself become vulnerable before you.

He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect pieces of a puzzle. You were entranced. You didn't know how or why. But the way his hand would graze on your skin felt like electricity. The good kind where the hair on your back would stand each time you'd feel warm air breeze through while you are cold. Like goosebumps.

You wondered if there was something in that water that he had given you earlier. Aphrodisiac? No. There was nothing in there. And yet you felt so entranced. So pulled in. So dazed. You had never felt this feeling before from your past lovers. Then again, were those even love? Or just infatuation? Was it the true definition of love, or was this the true definition of love? Maybe it was just the effect of having the God of Love himself being so close to you. But you were none the wiser of his identity as a God. And yet he pulled you in like gravity.

His lips placed a chaste kiss on your lips once more, gradually travelling towards your cheek, your jawline, and your neck. They were slow yet passionate. His hands ran up your arms, holding your shoulder as he carefully lays you on the couch so you'd feel comfortable.

Minho looks at you once more. "Will you let me show you what love is?" he asks with a quiet tone. You stare at him for a short while, with him still placing soft kisses on your neck as he waits for your response. Eventually, you nod.

He hums quietly in satisfaction. "Just follow my lead," he says.

You don't know what happened after that. You only remember his occasional glances. His chaste kisses on your skin. His hands caressing everywhere they could land on, memorizing your every curve. You only remember laying there, naked.

His gaze on you never faltered. His eyes memorized every feature, taking in every imperfection that you had. As a God, he was but used to seeing only the perfect complexions. But with your body, the imperfections were what made you more beautiful in his eyes.

Minho leans down towards you, brushing the back of his fingers on your cheek softly. He held you as if you were porcelain. No rough movements. No raspy caresses. "Stop looking for love," he muses. "Because love himself is presenting itself to you." He takes your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "Love itself is yours to take."

You part your lips with a soft gasp. No one, not even one man has ever told you such words. No one, not even one man has ever seen you this naked. No one, not even one man has ever held you as much as this man did. And he was worshipping you with both his words, his kisses, and his touches.

His hand pulled you closer for another kiss before caressing down your body, eventually resting itself on your thigh. His thumb brushes on your skin before travelling towards your inner thigh. His finger lingers too close to your core. Not touching, but you could feel it. Minho smiles at your reaction, chuckling as he finally runs a digit through your folds.

You lightly gasp, biting your lower lip to immediately stop yourself from letting out a sound. He looks up at you, amused by your sensitivity. You couldn't blame him. After all, you were a virgin. Both by touch and by intercourse. He could immediately tell as he continued running his finger through your heat, dragging through every slick as a string of your love juice connects your nub and the tip of his finger with every slow stroke. He traces small circles around your clit, earning a shivery hum from you as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

You hated how slow he was teasing you. Minho, however, was loving every second of it. How red your cheeks were right now. How half-lidded your eyes were. How wet you already were with just a few kisses and a few strokes.

He leans towards your chest, taking out his tongue to gently brush on one of your nipples, making you twitch. "You're quite easy to please," he mutters as he flicks his tongue and sucks lightly on your nipple. "But then again... You are a virgin."

This made your eyes widen. You tilted your head to the side, covering your face with embarrassment. You hear Minho chuckle before he takes your wrists, removing your hands from your face. "Shhh, it's okay." he whispers in your ear. He places a quiet kiss on your ear lobe. He faces you again. "At least you didn't get to experience how horrible and selfish those men are when it comes to making love."

His smile falters. "No. They don't call it making love, do they?" his eyes trail down to your stomach, bringing himself down so he could place kisses and kitten licks on your skin. "I believe most of them like calling it casual sex."

"Bastards," he curses under his breath before lowering himself again, this time being face-to-face with your heat. You embarrassingly closed your legs, momentarily making him react as your thighs envelope his head. He looks up at you with an amused smirk. "Guess you're into that, huh?" he mumbles with a husky tone before finally leaning in.

You could swear you momentarily saw stars as soon as his warm, wet tongue ran through your folds. His breath would always exhale each time he would swirl his tongue around your clit, slurping occasionally from his makeshift chalice.

You were sweeter than ambrosia and nectar, and he couldn't have enough. You were a walking cardinal sin, ready to prey on a God, to tempt him to indulge in such temptation. And that God was him. Except that you weren't tempting him, but it was him who willingly walked into your trap without any provocation.

The God of Love, enchanted by a human being. By you.

As his sucks and licks increased their pace, so did your stiffled moans. "Don't keep your moans to yourself," he says. "I'd love some good music." He stuck his tongue inside of you, exploring every crevice of your walls as much as he could while his teeth would occasionally scrape lightly through your clit. When you finally moan out loud unintentionally, he smiles. "That's it. Let me hear your pretty voice."

Every second that he spent worshipping you with his tongue brought you closer to something. You were already way past from what you used to consider as climax from your self-ministrations but this was something else. Something higher. Something more pleasurable.

You subconsciously grabbed his head, pulling his head closer. Minho's eyes widen a bit, surprised at your action but complies anyway. He smirks, tongue lapping you up faster as his mouth starts making the most sinful sounds as he sucks you in his mouth. He holds both your legs, determined to make you see a taste of heaven just as much as how he was tasting his own version of heaven through you.

As he gives you a long, dragging suck with the swirling of his tongue on your clit, it finally brings you to the edge. Your eyes shut tight, mouth hung open, and back arched as you cry out in pleasure. Your legs shake as they attempt to wiggle out from his grasps but his hold was strong, keeping you in place as he continues to suck on you, giving you overstimulation as you ride your first high.

He eventually lets you recover as you pant, now hovering above you as he licks away the remaining juices off his lips as if it was syrup. His eyes observe you, loving how helpless you looked as you tried to catch your breath from just a single climax, and just with a simple oral too. Minho brushes off a stray hair off your face, tucking it behind your ear as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"Well?" he asks. "It's good, isn't it?" You were too out of it to even answer. No one could blame you, the first orgasm—whether it was oral or not—was always the most mind-blowing. Too mind-blowing it turned you speechless in a matter of minutes. "That guy you were dancing with wouldn't even give a single fuck whether you'd cum or not," he says. "He'd only want to put his sad excuse of a dick inside that pretty little mouth and call it a day."

Minho places a soft kiss on your lips. "Human men won't care for you as much as Love himself would," he pauses. "Because they do not know love. They only know Lust."

He gently opens your legs, zipping down his own pants in the process. "Let me make love to you," Minho says, caressing your thighs as he raises them. He places kisses on your legs. When you finally recover from your trance, you glance at him. He was now as naked as you were but you could swear you were laying your eyes upon a God. And you really were.

He was perfect regardless wherever you would lay your eyes upon. Especially his arms. God, his arms were like nothing you have ever seen and yet they held you with such care. He could flail you around like a ragdoll, just like what most men would do in those porn videos you'd watch each time you felt a little lonely. But no, he held you as if you were a priceless vase. He'd trace your body as if it was some rare artwork to revel on at a museum. He'd draw you in his head like you were one of his French girls. Except that he didn't have any of those. You were the only girl that made a significance within his eyes.

You finally gave in, tossing all reason aside. If this was going to be your final chance at love, you prayed. Then you might as well let it happen.

Your tongues danced within a kiss, intertwining with each other both emotionally and physically. He clung unto you and you clung unto him, bodies pressing into each other as your sweat would momentarily stick each time Minho would close the proximity between you two. His thrusts started as slow yet passionate strokes, your velvety walls hugging around him as you moan in between gaps of your sloppy kisses. His hand caresses your waist, resting by your hips as he grips them only to pull you back towards him so you'd meet his thrusts.

He wasn't ruthless. He wasn't in a rush. He wasn't destroying you. And just like he said, he wasn't just giving you sex. He was making love with you. His slow thrust eventually increase its pace, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix at each thrust. The sinful sound of skins slapping fill the walls of his office, mixed in by both your moans. He would always place wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and latch his lips on your nipple, never having enough of you as he drives deeper and deeper into you.

If he could, he would bury himself into you. Get lost in pleasure with you. Stay inside you. If it meant showing you what love really was, he would do it. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body and his as your moans encouraged him to go even deeper. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked at him. How your lips would mouth incoherent words as he continues to savor the feeling of being inside you.

Soon enough, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing and ragged gasps. You wrap your arms around Minho's neck, pulling him closer as you yourself get closer to your own climax once more. He could feel you slowly tightening around him, a smirk finding its way on his lips.

"Cumming again?" he whispers, quiet groans lacing his question in between as he starts to thrust into you at a faster pace. You nod absentmindedly, eyes shut tight as you arch your back once more. He raises your legs, gaining more access to thrust deeper. "Deeper," he mumbles. "A little more."

With each thrust, his cock reached deeper depths that you didn't know were reachable. It sent you on edge. With his one final thrust, he finally hits that button needed for you to snap, making you moan out loud. The way you suddenly clenched around him as he was buried deep inside you made him reach his own climax as well, painting your walls with his own release. "Cumming cumming cumming!" you mutter, hands gripping on his arms as his groans muffle themselves in your neck.

You both laid there, gasping for air in each other's arms, savoring each other's warmth before Minho finally raises his head from your neck and looks at you. His face held the most loving and softest expression. He was smiling at your dazed state.

He places a kiss on your forehead. On your nose. And on your lips before looking into your half-lidded eyes. "I'll be back soon," he says. He said something else after that but you were too exhausted to even remember as your eyes finally closed, sending you into a state of rest.

...

You awoke with a jolt as you shot up from your bed, eyes open wide as you pant. You glanced around, immediately recognizing your surroundings as your bedroom. You frown to yourself, glancing down beneath the blanket.

What the hell happened? you asked yourself. You weren't exactly sure. You remembered being in a bar to meet up with that tinder date you have been crushing on since last week but after that, you passed out—probably from alcohol and now here you were, confused.

You wondered how you got home in the first place.

And that dream, you sighed to yourself, feeling your core wet from whatever dream you had. You shook your head, a palm running through your face as you groan in frustration.

"I can't believe I was so desperate to the point I'd dream of making love with someone," you roll your eyes at yourself as you throw yourself back on the bed again. This time, hugging your pillow and your curiosity piqued at your dream. "Whoever that guy was in my dream was really attractive though," you mutter to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Minho observed you through the window of your room from far a way, chuckling. He observes your pretty features first before finally turning around.

He'll remain in your dreams for now. After all, that was how Greek Gods would visit their human love affairs—through dreams. Though this time, he'd visit your dreams frequently.

Maybe because he wants less paperwork from you. Maybe because he wants you to pine for him more than the men you'd meet.

Eitherway, he can't wait until he visits you the next time you close your eyes again.

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WHEN YOU KISS THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME. FT HYUNG LINE

Pairing: Skz Hyung Line x Reader

Theme: Fluff, Friends To Lovers, Hyung line reacting to you kissing them

Word Count: 1.2K

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CHAN:

“C-Channie!” You choked out between laughs. “Please stop!” You tried to get away from him as he continued to tickle you, making you laugh so hard that tears were flying down your cheeks. No matter what you tried he would always over power you as you writhed helpless beneath him. 

“Not until you stop saying that you’re ugly.” He growled playfully. “You’re beautiful, say it!” He grinned as he attacked your sides. You gasped for air as he continued his assault and weakly hit him in the chest trying to push him away. 

“Never!” You cried as you continued to try to escape. “I’m an ugly whale.” You squeaked as you felt him get more aggressive with his tickling and soon it was becoming hard to breathe. You were laughing so hard that no sound was coming out. Your chest hurt and your face was going numb.  “Okay! I-I’m beautiful!” You cried out. “Please stop.” You begged. His hands stilled as he hovered over you with a proud smile. You stared up at him, panting softly, trying to regain all the air you lost from laughing. You both stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You loved his eyes, you loved him. You had loved him for so long but were always scared to admit it. He gently brushed the tears away from your eyes and smirked softly. 

“That’s my girl.” He whispered softly. His words triggered something in you and before you knew it, your lips were pressed against his. You felt him freeze as your lips touched and you moved away blushing deeply. 

“I’m sorry I– I wasn’t thin–” Before you could finish your sentence his lips pressed against yours, kissing you passionately as you melted beneath him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him. 

“Took you long enough.” He whispered happily into your lips. 

MINHO:

You whimpered and buried your face in Minho’s chest as you heard the loud roar of thunder. Your body trembled as your best friend held you tight, his large hand rubbing your back as he tried to sooth you. You had been left out in a thunderstorm when you were younger and had been scared of them ever since. Everytime a storm hit, Minho didn’t hesitate to come and console you. Didn’t matter what time it was, he was there. 

“It’s alright, Kitten.” He whispered softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. “I’m here, I will never let anything bad happen to you I promise.” He whispered softly. You clung to him and felt your heart flutter at his words. You never really realized how much you loved the man holding you until recently. You looked up at him gently as you heard him start singing your favorite song to you.  Tears flew down your cheeks as you looked up to him. In that moment, your eyes betrayed you, all they showed was love. 

Minho looked down at you and his gaze softened as his eyes locked with yours. You let out a shaky breath and leaned up pressing your lips to his. You knew that this could destroy whatever the both of you had but in that moment you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You felt him kiss back almost immediately and cup your tear stained cheek in his hands. You both laid there, pouring your hearts out in a slow deep kiss before you had to pull away for air. You blushed when you realized what had happened, but Minho just grinned at you. He pulled you back in for another kiss and the thunderstorm that had terrified you was long forgotten. 

CHANGBIN:

“Changbin, don’t you da–” You gasped as you were hit in the shoulder with a snowball. You stared at your best friend, eyes wide in shock as he stood there grinning mischievously. “Oh you little shit.” You growled out as you made your own snow ball. “This is war.” You threw one at him and it hit him right in the face, causing you to laugh hysterically. But the look on Changbin’s face made you stop in your tracks. He growled as he made another snow ball and you slowly backed away. “Now Binnie.. You started this.” You chuckled nervously. He didn’t hesitate to throw it at you and hit you square in the cheek. 

You cried out as you felt the impact and cupped your cheek as you heard him laugh obnoxiously. You glared at him and while his guard was down you pounced. Changbin let out a cry of surprise as you tackled him into the snow and straddled him. You both fought playfully as he laughed loudly. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry!” He laughed out as you tried to tickle him. “Please stop!” You grinned as you watched him squirm, but soon he flipped you over. You squeaked as you felt him pin you down against the cold snow. You looked up at him and blushed when he smirked down at you. “You’re doomed now.” He teased as he leaned in closer to you as he raised a snowball in his right hand. Your heart pounded and before you could stop yourself your lips pressed to his. You heard the snowball fall from his hand as he froze. But before you could pull away he was kissing back and pulling you into his arms. At first you did this just to distract him, but deep down you had wanted this to happen for a long time. Your lips moved passionately against each other for what seemed like an eternity until the both of you pulled away panting softly for air, noses and cheeks rosy from the cold. “Please do that again.” He whispered softly and you gladly obliged.

HYUNJIN: 

“Y/n, do you have a death wish?” Hyunjin growled out. To anyone else it would seem like he was mad but you saw the playfulness in his eyes as he wiped the paint off his cheek. You smirked as you held the paint brush up playfully. 

“I was bored and you were ignoring me.” You pouted. “This is your punishment.” You grinned as you splatted some paint on him again. Hyunjin gasped and looked at you with wide eyes before smirking at you playfully. 

“Oh you’re so gonna get it.” He smirked as he grabbed his own paint brush and whipped it at you making paint splatter all over you. You gasped as you looked at him with wide eyes. “You started it Mon Chérie, endure the consequences.” He laughed. Before you knew it, you were both running around his studio, flicking paint at each other for what seemed like over an hour. You both looked like a total mess by the end of it. 

Hyunjin had you pinned against the wall, his hands on both your wrists as you both panted softly from being out of breath. Your heart pounded as he stared deeply into your eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and you couldn’t control yourself, your lips brushed against his and his eyes widened, you looked into his eyes and blushed. He didn’t move away from you, he didn’t run or back away in disgust instead he stood there looking at your lips. You couldn’t bear it anymore and pressed your lips to his in a deep kiss. He kissed back without hesitation and his hands moved to link his fingers with yours as he pressed into you. Your lips moved feverishly and passionately against each other, as if you needed to keep going to survive. 

“Finally.” He breathed out into your lips.

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I WAS ALL OVER HER. (bang chan)

pair. ex soldier! chris x fem! reader | genre. attraction at first sight, bartender mc, angst, smut | warnings. smoking, profanity, mentions of trauma, mental struggle, flawed characters, alcohol consumption, use of pet names, sexual thoughts, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus | word count. 5.7k

synopsis. you get off exactly at two o’clock every night. chris is patient—he drinks, and watches. you don’t look very happy where you are. he wants to change that, wants to know why. he’s not happy, either. but he could be, maybe. with you. for you.

Every man in there has been flirting with you.

You appear oblivious to it, and maybe that’s exactly it—a pretense, a hoax, because this is how you pay the bills and keep your job, and now Chris sees you under a different light, no more the deer in the headlights, but rather the car heading straight for the poor animal, foot on the gas, unyielding.

Not quite so innocent, and nothing about this place is. Lee Minho’s own bar, his pride and joy, bleeding reds and yellows, a jukebox from the late eighties bought at an auction placed aesthetically by the window wall with the neon sign and the street lamps outside. It’s all very purposeful, very strategic. A house of cards, if you ask the man sitting at the bar, sporting a whiskey-on-the-rocks in his strong hand, but what isn’t? Everything collapsing, all at once, constantly—he’s seen that, too, a thousand times.

His rib cage feels restricting, his breath hitches. You’re bending over the ice cooler, and he can clearly see the trace of your underwear underneath the black linen skirt. Your ass curves deliciously, and his palms are suddenly itchy. No, Chris is no different than the men polluting this establishment, nor has he ever claimed to be. He’ll show you a good time if you’re up for it, but he won’t beg, won’t even pick up the courage to flirt his way into that sinful fucking skirt. Black suits you.

He doesn’t stand a chance. And he’s not a creep, not for the most part, at least.

He’s been a regular, though. You know his name and he knows yours. He heard about your grandma passing and that one time your car broke down in the middle of nowhere and you had no one to call except for your boss. He almost volunteered that night; almost opened his stupid mouth, muttered something he would never be able to take back—you can call me, I’ll always come—but he didn’t, because there had also been a boyfriend for a while back then, too. Tall and lanky, covered in tattoos and bad decisions. Chris knows all about those, but what he didn’t know—

What you saw in that guy. How he took you home once and then kept taking you, in multiple ways he supposed, burying between your legs, kissing your lips and laying a claim on you everytime he got the goddamn chance—he’s glad the fucker’s gone, but not glad for the broken heart and the tears. Oh, and the shots. You’d been too drunk to stand, could barely talk. Still, Chris wasn’t the one to take care of you then, either, though he’d jumped out of his chair the moment he saw you swaying. Hands as fists, teeth clenched, he saw Minho carry you to the back, then called for Jisung to come and close the bar for the night.

He’d been an observer his whole life. And when he wasn’t—when he showed up, took initiative, buzzed his hair and made a choice—it all went to shit. Two years of goddamn sand, sunburns, bullets scratching past his thick fucking head, innocent civilians dying before his eyes, his own arms raising a rifle, pointing, threatening. Killing. Lots of that, mostly that, and orders. So many fucking orders he could recite them in his sleep, if he had any of that. Insomnia was a hell of a bitch, as it turns out, and she’ll see you know that. She’ll make sure of it.

Sergeant, take your comrade and go back! This is an order from your captain. Do you fucking hear me? It was a suicide mission, for fuck’s sake—

But enough of that. He does a lot of remembering on his own. He’s there to forget about it all for a while. He’s there to look at you, to observe your hands fixing other men drinks, to fantasize having those same hands wrapped around his cock, to feel how they would work him over the edge, how much or how little you’d squeeze, if you’d take him in your mouth, how your lips would pucker to suck him in, his head falling back, breathing rugged, his entire body in full attention, very similar to his training days, mud up to his knees—

It’s only been six months. You’ll go back to normal in no time, they’d said. If you have any concerns, don’t hesitate to give us a call on our office number. He had a lot of those. Concerns. Mostly about the dead people behind closed eyelids, how they moved and moaned his name even though he never told them, or just the simple fucking question of his mind—it’s all jumbled now, it replays memories like a broken record, and cannot seem to shut the fuck up, not even for a single moment. Chris feels like he’s drowning, most of his days. Neck deep in water, surrounded by bulletproof glass, no way in, no way out. What to do about that?

Leave a message after the beep, apparently. We’ll get to you as soon as we can.

He’d like to flirt with you. He’d like to say one thing and then keep pouring out, keep saying, keep talking, if only to have your eyes on him, to keep your gaze trained on him, to have your undivided attention. But to hear your voice reply back, to invest in him, to listen and have words for him. He craves your words, the way your mouth would curve around the syllables, how your lipstick will coat your sentences, so that when they travel they reach their destination sweeter than ever.

Chris is starved. Of many things, yes, but of what you have to offer him. Of what he wants to ask of you. It’s a specific hunger, wanting you, one that’s hard to shake. So, he doesn’t. He couldn’t possibly.

The men continue ogling. He considers it a mercy to let them—to his friend, but to you, also. ‘Heaven knows I’m miserable now’ starts playing on the old piece of junk in the corner, the guy responsible for the choice of song going back to his booth, cherry cigarette glinting amongst a rain of color. Chris tries not to smoke in front of you, you’ve probably inhaled enough of it to last you a lifetime, but it’s times like these, times he can’t seem to stand himself—

“Really, Al?” You ask the record player, and the man shrugs, lifts his glass your way.

“It’s one of those days, doll.”

It is, indeed.

“And you?”

It takes Chris a full five seconds to realize you’re addressing him. Why? Which God should he thank? And how to form coherent sentences when your eyes are piercing through him like a million knives? He wraps his hand tighter around his drink, hoping you don’t notice how undone, how completely in your web he is now—a caving man, ready to fall on his knees for you. You could do anything you want, you could spit at him for all he cared, kick his sorry ass out, as long as you didn’t take your eyes away.

His voice comes out raspy, distorted. Alien. A false sense of confidence.

“What about me, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks are flushed, your eyebrows knit together as if you don’t quite understand what he’s asking. His eyes travel to where your shirt has ridden up to reveal the soft skin of your waist, though he doesn’t let himself indulge too long. Chris would love to have you under him, to guide your hands over his bullet wounds and his own down the hills and mountains of you. But how to get you away from here, how to take a girl like you from this impenetrable tower he’s locked you in. He laid down the bricks, he cemented you in place to keep you out of his life, when all he’s ever wanted to do was let you take over everything, let you annihilate, destroy, build anew.

He really can’t fucking stand himself.

“You look sad, Chris.”

I’m sorry. His fingers search for the pack in his jacket, slipping a stick between his teeth, bringing the flame close, and inhaling. You blink and busy yourself with wiping down the counter, but he can tell you don’t like it when he smokes, him in particular, a question mark he’s burning to know the answer to. Do you care? Do you care like I do?

How simple it’d be, to be sad. A state that will pass, chemistry of the brain that can easily be overturned, switched with a quick fix of serotonin. It almost makes him laugh. No, what he is—wretched, forlorn. A rotting corpse somewhere in the Middle East. If he were to guess, he came back, some fucking semblance of him, only for you. And he’s fucking it up, he’s letting you slip right through his very hands. You’re single now, but for how long? How fucking long will it take for him to grow the balls and tell you straight up?

Tear me apart and put me back together. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. I’m all fucking wrong now, but you can fix me. God, I’ll let you. Say the word and I’ll let you.

His lips quirk, a bitterness enveloping him. “Yeah? Is that what I am?”

You turn your back to leave a beer to the man on the other side of the bar, and he misses you already. Chris obliges you when you look ready to make small talk with him. He’s even cracked a joke or two on occasion, just to feel that constricting feeling in his chest again, the one that warms his bones and makes his ears ring. The sound of your laughter is intoxicating, unlike anything he’s ever heard, but much like a bomb. Devastating. Impossible to ignore. Today’s not one of those days.

The clock on the wall reads one-fifteen. He’s faintly aware of the sputtering on the window, the rain that’s coming or is already here. He’ll have to go home soon. He wonders if you’ll come. He wonders if he’ll ask you to.

When you turn around, he thinks the rainbow’s already out. The worst has passed.

And then you lean in. Towards him. The cigarette in his mouth stills, his heart stops. He can smell you, the sweetness of you, the warmth of your hair, and he’s surely dreaming. You’ve never done that before. He’s never let you. But you’re here now, so close he could exhale in your mouth, so close there’d be a misunderstanding, could be considered an invitation—

“I’m here if you need to talk, you know?” Your eyes are real empathetic. They make him sick to his stomach.

Deflect, deflect, deflect. Brick after brick.

“There’s nothing to say, baby girl.” Tell me what shampoo you use. Do you have trouble sleeping at night? What are you doing in this bar?

Let me take you away. Come with me.

You don’t believe him. “Promise?”

The side of his mouth curves again. He muses at the cherry between his thumb and index. “Scout’s honor.”

You walk away from him, time and time again. Angel hair framing, devil’s body swaying, those fucking lips taunting.

“If you say so, Christopher Bang.”

What do I know, sweetheart. What do I fucking know.

He waits. He’s real good at waiting, too.

Chris thinks about your proximity earlier and can’t seem to let it fucking go. In that same sense, he could do anything, and he ponders over that leaning against the exit, knowing you’re in the background of him, sweeping, putting chairs up, washing the glass his lips have touched, and isn’t that a closeness as well, a different one, one that matters more than anything else or ever?

He feels like he’s on the verge of something tonight, and for once he’d like to know what it is. He wants to screw concepts like control and restrain and just grab you—hold you—press his nose against your cheek. You’re such a vague emotion for him, he doesn’t know what to do with you, how to start, he just wants, he just craves, and that same hunger stirs again, the one that never goes away, the one that started the first night he ever set foot in this place, the soft opening, and he saw you, and you looked at him, and he was gone.

Have you ever felt that way? Do you want to? Is it even a sane feeling to have? It never ends for him, never stops. Not the war, not you, not the orders, and maybe control isn’t so overrated, maybe he still has time to pull it all together enough to walk to his car and go sleep it off on his empty bed with the colorless sheets and the humidity that clings on and to and from everything.

His waiting had a purpose, though. He has to go through with it.

Hyunjin, your little helper on Saturday’s, comes out the door with a backpack strap on one shoulder, cig drooping between full lips, brown hair falling out of a loose bun. Chris barely glances at him, before tapping his boot on the cobblestone underneath him, and focusing his gaze back towards the light coming from the street lamp on the other side of the street. It’s drizzling now, but he wishes to see that magnificent lightning crack once more, to feel thunder under his skin, the water pouring down on him like karma from times passed.

Some sort of punishment, surely, he deserves. He fought for a country that won’t even acknowledge him, lost friends he’s known since he was four years old learning how to ride a bicycle, and his mind is somewhere left behind trying to dig itself out of the thick of it, and for that—surely, surely for that—redemption will not come, but cruelness? Cruelness must. It has to.

“She’s been sleeping with Minho, you know,” the pretty boy says exhaling clouds of smoke. Chris watches them morph then dissolve into nothing.

He knew that. It was bound to happen at some point.

“You come so often and yet never say anything at all, man. What do you think she’s gonna do? Wait?”

There’s humor in that, he supposes. Wait, yes, one option. He has, he thinks, for so long. It’s never crossed his mind to stop, to look elsewhere, to find someone else. It’s who he is, it’s how it works with him. But were you anything else besides a princess locked in a tower with a dragon, a tower he’d build you, and it keeps coming up because it’s true, it won’t seize just because it doesn’t fit the narrative in his stupid head. He has no right to feel anger, no reason why he should feel wronged. Minho is your boss, you’ve worked for him for a good while, you’re pretty, beautiful, fuck, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, ever had the privilege to lay eyes upon, and Minho’s cunning. Handsome. Successful.

Why the hell not? No, he doesn’t fault you. He can’t.

It doesn’t sting less coming from someone else.

Chris asks what is obvious. “How’d you know? About me?”

Hyunjin lifts his hands in front of him. “Tunnel vision. It’s like you see no one else,” he pauses to take another drag of what looks like a Camel. “Kinda obsessive, don’t you think?”

Yes. If I knew better I’d walk away right now. But he won’t. Because he doesn’t care that someone else has you, has had you, will eventually have you. It’s you he wants, not the pretty packaging, no matter the fantasies and hard ons. You, he wants to talk to you, bring you in his car and dissect you, learn about you, hear you speak, let you address him how you do—Christopher—his full name taking shape, blooming, transforming into something else just because it came out of your mouth.

He’s never let himself think about kissing you, not really. But, God, would that feel a resurrection.

The door opens again.

“Hyun, what—oh.”

The boy smiles, dips his head at Chris and walks away, two fingers up and swiftly moving as goodbye. Your phone is pressed on your ear, and you look tired. He was wrong to sit there and demand. He was wrong to expect, to assume. Embarrassment creeps, and the back of his neck feels hot. He bites on his tongue and tastes metal.

“I’ll call you back,” you say to the person on the other end of the line. “Yeah, no, maybe not tonight. Okay,” your eyes on him. “Okay, bye.”

He can’t help himself. “You had plans.”

Your lips curve, and your skirt is so fucking short. He could bend you over right then and there. He could have his way with you, and walk away forever. Get you out of his system, strip you from him. How easy it all sounds.

“I have new ones now,” you simply say, and take a step towards him. “Why are you still here, Chris?”

You’re begging him for the truth. This time he thinks he can give it to you. “Because you’re here.”

You blink and shift on your legs. Your boots are black, leather. Tall. Still not taller than him. You look into him like you know him and it pisses him off. He wants you so badly his insides twist and turn against him. He could die with this want, he almost has. Move closer. Reach out. Keep your eyes on mine.

I could fuck you so good. Almost as good as you fuck me.

“And that means?”

He swallows. He doesn’t think. “Whatever you allow it to mean.”

Your huff is bitter, your gaze manic. You’ve had a few drinks, laughed with a couple customers, let them slip you tips and led them on until you couldn’t, and he watched it all. He won’t say it out loud, but you’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you. If so, why don’t you give out? Why must you starve him like this?

He lights another cigarette just to see you care again.

You click your tongue on the roof of your mouth, and glare at him. He grins. You shake your head, and cross your arms, fake mad. Look how good you’re playing this game. What if you played forever? What if you played it in his bed or his car?

“I’ve fucked your friends,” you admit, but he thinks it’s supposed to hurt, because there’s an edge to your voice. “Jisung still has my clothes. Minho thought we were gonna fuck in the back after work yesterday. I almost let him. His fingers were inside my cunt for the longest.”

I could kill them. I could wear the arms that aren’t mine and pick up a gun again. But you want this reaction.

“Is that so, sweetheart,” he says carefully, concealing any sign of acid jealousy running rampant inside of him.

“You didn’t come yesterday.”

You do care. I can’t believe it took me this long to see it.

“I didn’t think you wanted me to.”

“You are a blind man, Christopher,” you scorn him, eyes turning vile.

He’s losing you before he’s even had you. You told him loud and clear, and he still won’t dare lift his hands from his ears. This needs to be something more. He needs to make it so, build on it. The smoke burns his eyes, burns you. Let it burn me alive. He had you, somehow. He walked the line, treaded carefully, and found you in the middle, like a mirage. Where you weren’t before, you appeared suddenly. It had been like that for a while, and he’d never dared lift his head up, in fear you disappeared, in fear of missing you.

“Show me, then,” he rasped. He watched your hands as you locked the entrance, as you hesitated to turn back. “Come with me.”

You were hurt. “And let you become one of them? You’re not one of them, Chris.”

You’re right. They’ll never want you like I do. But to go from one point to the next—something needed to give.

“I won’t touch you,” he licked his lips, stepping back, stepping down. “I swear it.”

Something he didn’t expect you to do—snatch the Marlboro right out of his mouth, stick it in yours. Your saliva mixing, the tobacco running down your throats, blackening your lungs. He was staring. You looked back just as defiantly. The rain was nowhere to be seen.

She’s testing me. Measuring up.

“Fucking liar,” you accuse. “Say that again and look at me straight.”

Chris started walking, instead. You exclaimed and laughed triumphantly. But if you followed, he didn’t check. He almost didn’t want you to, couldn’t trust himself with the promise he made, and isn’t that how he mostly gets himself in trouble—words that can’t seem to match his actions. He’s fucked himself over too many times like this. Surely there’s some sort of award for that.

“You have been nothing but a coward and that’s why you’re running away, even now, even knowing what you know.”

The need to make you shut up was raw and primal. It made his teeth grit, his fists clench. It also made him stop dead in his tracks.

“What do you know about running away, baby girl?” He spat, turning his head half way. “You think it’s easy?”

He heard them, then. Your footsteps.

He almost smiled, the crazy bastard.

“Yes, I do,” you retorted stubbornly. “My ride is gone and I stayed. What do you think that means?”

Don’t love me. Don’t get in the same pit, six feet under.

“You’re playing with me.”

“No more than you are with me.”

It took exactly three strides to reach you, to bury his fist in your hair and bring your face flush against his. Your breath hitched, your eyes grew wide, wild—he’d caught you off guard, he was rough, angry, furious. If he passed his forearm under your ass you’d shoot your legs up and around his waist in surprise, perhaps desire even, that was simple to calculate, but—what then?

Chris would fuck you tonight. He knew fuck all about anything else that had to do with you, but your very scent spoke to him. You were turned on, you were fucking wet. For him. Your knees squeezed together, he felt it against his pants. He bets you can feel him, as well. He wanted you to.

“Dangerous path you’re treading there,” he mumbles against your mouth. His fingers dig deeper in your scalp, he wants to feel your heartbeat over his, he wants it to accelerate, to make you dizzy, to surrender, to give in, finally, for fuck’s sake. “We’re not very good at bluffing with each other, are we, baby girl?”

You did something, then, something he hadn’t counted on—you leaned in, you let go. Chris almost flinched away, almost locked you back in that room, in that tower, away away away.

“You should kiss me,” barely a whisper, barely a command. “I want you to kiss me.”

There was no logic behind that, if that were to happen he’d— “I’m not gonna stop,” he warns, pleads. “I have—I have been starving for you…for so long, (Y/N). If you know what you’re doing, know I’m not gonna stop.”

You blinked, and then you smiled. “No one’s stopping you.”

He continued, entranced, drunk, insane, “I’m not going to fucking be one of them. You’re gonna stay with me. We’re gonna give this a try.”

“You’re delusional.”

You kiss him first. You end it first.

His car is right there, so close, so far, but he’s clutching your shirt, your hair, your face, your hip, and it’s so fucking hot, no, you are, you’re the hottest thing he’s ever touched, he could burst into ashes and smoke right there if it were possible, perhaps he wants to, perhaps making the first move was never an option for him—

Your teeth click against his and it hurts but it feels good, like violence, like the battlefield, and he wants to show you—what the bullet feels like piercing the skin, what hands as guns are capable of, how truly terrifying it is to not be in control of your own life, of your own destiny; Chris is sure you’re holding that red string for the both of you. You could snap it, twist it, break it. Maybe you should. Maybe there’s still time to put a full stop to this, the what if’s are too many, his head is spinning, his cock is fully erect, he’s—

Fuck him, he’s really holding you right now, isn’t he? He’s backtracking you to privacy, he’s looking for the keys in his back pocket, and you’re going along with it like you would’ve all along. It pisses him off. He wants to tear you apart, limb from limb, not quite aware of how dark that sounds, only the insistent pulse of hunger present.

“Don’t hold back,” you breathe into him. He staggers, scared of your thought-reading abilities. “Not for my sake.”

There’s one bone chilling moment where he pulls back and stares at you. In the feverish dream, he could pretend this was all make believe, that he had most likely passed out on the bar stool waiting for you to close, or even further, that he was still choking down sand next to dead bodies and machine guns—to actually—actually think you craved something like this?

After all the pushing and pulling? After Jisung’s embarrassed unanswered calls, Minho’s obnoxious smirk, Hyunjin’s shame inducing comments?

“You want this,” he tests, stricken. Confused.

You dare roll your eyes at him, closing the door after you. You’re properly straddling him now, your core pressing where he needs you most, and his hips buck, instinctively, his arms steadying you unconsciously. He wants to do it again, goes for it, but you meet him halfway, and it’s as good an answer as any. What comes out of your mouth, not quite a moan or a quiver—heaven, it must be, the gates opening, welcoming.

“I’m here, Christopher,” you say, and—

Say it again. Say it again and again and again. Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me.

“Isn’t that enough? Get it through your head or I’m leaving.”

He does. He tries. He undresses you slowly, whatever he can reach, whatever’s accessible, and you let him, you stroke his shoulders, relax them, tense them to the point of fucking stiffness, but he can’t tell you that, he’s got one chance, he’s fucking taking it, he won’t miss, he won’t back down.

When he goes in to kiss you again, you press your naked chest over his thin tank top, and even then, he feels it—your pointing nipples, how hard they are, asking for attention. His hand comes out to reach for your neck, creating space by pushing you back, his tongue quickly wrapping around one bud, nibbling, sucking, teasing. You shudder, and his dick twitches. Holding you like this, applying just enough pressure to induce pain but making it manageable, he learned it for other purposes, it was never supposed to be for this, never for this—

He thinks he can begin using it for pleasure now. For something softer, more innocent. For you. On you.

You slip his thumb past your lips, licking over it, and he looks up through dark eyelashes, watches you do it, fantasizes about that mouth and how it would feel in other places, but he doesn’t want that from you now. He’d rather bury himself between your legs. He’d like to think you’ll have more time for everything else, more miracle chances.

Chris can smell your arousement. You’re practically soaking his pants with how you’re dry humping his thigh. He loves watching you losing yourself, he’d just love it even more if you were doing it with his cock inside you. His nails dig into your waist, his wanting unbearable, uncontrollable.

He’s shaking with the sheer force of it, though he would never truly admit it to himself.

You release his finger, and he brings you back, hand getting lost at your nape, holding you there, boring his eyes into yours, searching, asking, verifying. You’re so warm, his girl. The girl he’s wanted for so long, he’s dreamed of, has fought for in a silent war—before he even knows what he’s doing, he pulls you in for a hug, forgetting his own flesh, his desire.

You’re warm. Are you always this warm? Will you let me have this? I’ve been cold for so long, so fucking long…

“We’ve waited too long, don’t you think?” You mumble in his ear. You fall into him, relax your weight. Crush me. Let me feel you. “Do it, Chris. Please.”

Yes. Yes, you’re right. “I want you to know,” he starts, voice cracking, full of emotion. “I’ve lived through Hell wasting all that time. I’ve thought about death and addiction, and about how none of that could ever fucking compare to having you, like this, one day. You’ve kept me straight, sweetheart. Sane.”

It takes only a second for the words to register, before you’re unbuckling his belt, unzipping, hand getting lost, and he holds his breath through all of it, holds you even tighter, and when you finally, finally, have him in your hand, he pulls your panties to the side and guides you over, slams you down, on him. You bite his lip to keep from screaming out and he only digs deeper in your cunt.

“Take them off,” you cry out, trying to move by your own volition. He won’t let you. “Take them off now.”

He reaches behind your back and rips the thin fabric off you, throwing it on the driver's seat. Then he’s fucking into you full force, pistoling his hips up into your warmth, feeling you squeeze around him, your mouth sucking on his neck, the car heavy with your breathing, windows smudged. When he’s not guiding your hips, he’s gripping your ass, he’s abusing your waist by smacking you down on his length, hard, forcefully, painfully by the scrunch of your brows, but the way you take it all—the way you’re blossoming over him, hungrier than he is, a slut dripping for him, for his cock, for the way it fills you up, the way he fills you up—

Chris is convinced your pussy was made for him, he fits so perfectly inside it. Your rhythm is manic, chasing, brutal, but you’re so wet, so fucking wet, it feels so good, he needs you to know, he needs you to hear it, something else other than his cock burying, fuck, fuck, baby girl, your cunt, your sweet fucking cunt, I wanna be inside it forever, I’m gonna fill you up so good, look at you, look how you’re moving on me, let me see you, sweetheart, let me taste it, I bet you taste incredible; God I could fuck you all night, I could ruin you, I want to, you’re gonna fucking kill me.

“I’m going to cum,” you rasp, breathless, turned on beyond belief. “Chris, I’m going to fucking cum, fuck, just like that, please, don’t stop, faster, please, please…”

He drills into you one last time, two, three, before his arms fully wrap around you and envelop you, bodies shaking, releasing. There’s sweat dripping down his forehead, and you’ve made a mess of his car seat. He could give less of a fuck about the stain, it’s the smell that’s driving him crazy, his musk mixed with yours, the desire stirring in the pit of his stomach, the way he wants to throw you in the backseat and to take you from behind as well.

His cock empties itself inside you in aftershocks, and your rocking hips against him are not helping. He wants to pin you down but can’t bring himself to do it. It feels overwhelming, good as fuck, to know you want him this much, even if just like this, it’s a start, it’s something he can work with.

“Never fucked in a car before,” you admit, dazed, giggling.

The sound tickles him.

“Took your first time, then, didn’t I?” He retorts, aware of how ridiculous it sounds.

But then you lean back, your gaze grows serious, you stop squirming. He listens, he tunes in.

“Wish you had,” you say. “My first time was in a back alley of a club. I was drunk and left to find my own way back afterwards… Not quite a decision I’m proud of.”

Chris’ heart dropped. “Consensual?”

You nodded. “Not to worry.” But the smile you threw at him didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I wonder how it would’ve been, though, if it was you from the start. You joined the army so quickly, I wasn’t sure what to do.”

His worst mistake. Something he’ll regret for the rest of his life. Chris gently lifts you from his lap and lays your upper half body on the seat next to him, quickly propping one knee where he was sitting, grabbing your hips and passing your legs over his shoulders. You squeal, hands clutching at your chest, as you watch him.

He boyishly grins your way before digging in your pussy, slurping away, cleaning you dry. The sound that came out of your mouth upon contact, fucking hell, he’ll never forget it. His cock rose in full attention again, his heart melted right off his goddamn chest. And you kept making it, kept giving it to him, sending him straight to his grave, moaning his name like that, his full name, as his tongue lapped, his nose nudging your clit.

Fuck no, you weren’t cumming. He wouldn’t let you. Not yet.

He withdrew his mouth, lowering you gently but still having a forearm under and across your waist. You kept your eyes closed, your chest rising and falling in quick motions.

“Now I can take you home.”

Your hand in his, he brought you back to his lap, held you until you calmed down. He kissed your lips and let you taste yourself. He looked at you and looked at you and looked at you.

You weren’t going anywhere.

“This could be something,” you muse quietly, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Chris bit down a chuckle, nodded softly in agreement.

“Let it,” he responded. “Let it be.”

You didn’t move an inch. A minute or a year passed, it was hard to tell. Then, ever so agonizingly slow, you tilted your head.

You smiled.

Fuck me.

tags. @ughbehavior, @cb97percent, @j-0ne25, @danyxthirstae01, @streetlight-s, @amnmich, @imtoooyoungforthisshit.

[tasteleeknow]

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff. content: 18+ only. warnings below cut. word count: 2k

summary: you go on a camping trip with your boyfriend. he cooks for you the whole trip and you show him how grateful you are. praise, hands—everything you’d expect. don’t look at me.

afab!reader. profanity. unprotected intercourse. hand kink. finger sucking. praise kink. consensual somnophilia.

The flames dance in front of you, pulling you into a trance only Minho’s voice breaks you out of. “Are you hungry?” he says, reaching forward to poke at the burning logs with a stick. 

“Hm? Oh, a bit.” 

He stands, draping his jacket over your shoulders. “I’ll start dinner,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You look back to the flames, zoning out again as your boyfriend shuffles around you. 

Fires had a similar effect on you as trains. Much like when you stared out the window on a long journey, the orange flames would pull you deep into your thoughts—contemplating your life, fantasising about what you’d like it to be. You’d been on a train the day you met your boyfriend, staring at the rolling fields as you imagined a life where you weren’t completely alone. He’d dropped into the seat across from you with no warning, no big announcement—as if he was just another stranger and not the person you’d come to love more than anyone else in the world. 

He’d sat there reading a book, totally oblivious to your inner turmoil. Talk to the cute boy, you’d repeated to yourself, over and over and over. It wasn’t until he looked up suddenly from his book—trapping you in direct eye contact—that you’d been forced to act. He was gracious as you stuttered out a poor attempt at friendly conversation, politely answering your questions about his book, about where he was going. You’re grateful everyday for the length of that trip, giving you more than enough time to settle your nerves and get to know him properly.

“You solving world hunger?” he says now, snapping you out of your trance again. He waves a hand in front of your face, a fond half smile pulling the corner of his mouth up. He hands you a bowl of spaghetti. 

“Thank you.” 

“Are you? Thankful,” he teases, taking a seat in his own camping chair next to you. You look up from your bowl, giving him a questioning look. “How are you going to show me your gratitude?” he continues, leaning towards you. 

“Thank you SO much.” 

“You’ll have to do better than that if you want breakfast.” 

You suck in a breath, putting on a shocked expression. “You’d keep breakfast from me?” 

“Don’t test me.” 

You lean back in your chair, pulling your legs up so you can eat comfortably. “Let me think about it.” 

He leans back, nodding in satisfaction as he digs into his own food. “Good,” he mumbles around a mouthful. You smile to yourself, amused by his obvious desire for praise making a reappearance. It didn’t matter how many times you teased him for it, he couldn’t help himself. 

You sit around the fire as you both digest, discussing everything from your plans for tomorrow to the concept of gravity. When he stretches his arms above his head, a yawn following his low groan, you take it as a sign it’s time for bed. He showers as you clean up. That was your routine. He cooked, you cleaned. 

By the time you’ve showered as well he’s comfortable in bed, reading a book. He looks up from the pages, catching you staring at him. “What?” he asks, dropping the paperback into his lap. 

“You were reading when we met.” 

He laughs. “C’mere,” he says, pulling the blankets back so you can crawl in beside him. You attach to his side, arms wrapped around him. “You gonna reminisce everytime I open a book?” 

“Only if we’ve been in close proximity to a fire or a train,” you mutter. He doesn’t question you, shuffling you both down the bed and pulling the covers over you. You reach out to flick the bedside light off before pressing back into his body, his arms holding you tightly against him. 

You’re both quiet for a moment, taking in the stillness. “Can you hear that?” you whisper, the sounds of nature surrounding your tent. His arms tighten around you. 

“You scared?” 

“No.” 

“What if a bug gets in?” 

You lift his hand to fiddle with his fingers and then begin tracing your finger over his prominent veins. “I might get a bit scared,” you confess. 

“Mm? I’ll protect you.” 

“So brave,” you say, smiling at the memory of him yelping as a beetle crawled across his shoe a few hours earlier. 

“Have you thought about how you’re gonna thank me?” he mumbles, lips pressed to your skin. The warmth from his body spreads through you to your heart, beating steadily in your chest. His requests for praise always filled you with a soft fondness, weakening you until you gave in. Always. You press your hips back against him. 

“You can wake me,” you whisper. 

“Hm? Wake you?” 

You’re quiet, waiting for him to catch on. One of his palms moves up to your chin, turning your head so he can see your face. “Like on my birthday?” he asks, the almost childish hopefulness in his tone pulling a smile onto your face. 

“Yeah,” you confirm, “like your birthday.” He presses his lips to yours roughly, a groan accompanying his kiss. You turn towards him, pressing your chest to his so you can wrap yourself around him properly. 

“I’ll cook every night,” he mutters into your mouth, hand reaching down to grip your ass—pulling you against him more. You giggle, pressing your hands to his chest so you can detach from him. He resists at first, then relents. 

“Don’t get too excited,” you say, tracing his plush lips with your finger. “I have to sleep first.” 

“Are you tired?” 

“Mm.” 

“Good.”

You press one last kiss to his lips then turn around so he can wrap himself around you again. “Goodnight,” you whisper, lifting his hand from your waist to kiss his knuckles. He hums in response, burying his face in your hair. 

You wake to a hand stroking your hair from your face, lips pressed to the skin behind your ear. Why those are the sensations you're first conscious of and not the heavy cock sliding between your legs, you don’t know. “‘Got you all slippery, baby. You slept through it…massaged it all over your pretty little pussy for you,” he mumbles into your skin. You feel it, the wetness between your legs, the inside of your thighs. The bottle of lube sits unassuming on the bedside table. 

He turns your face towards him, your eyes still bleary from sleep—blinking slowly as you attempt to wake properly. “What time is it?” you whisper against his lips. 

“S’only been an hour… couldn’t wait,” he mutters, pressing messy kisses across your lips. “Too pretty…and soft…and warm.” 

He rocks his hips back and forth against you, his hot cock sliding against your cunt easily. You turn your head from his, pressing your face into the pillow to muffle your whine. 

“Shhhhh, gotta stay quiet,” he says, one of his hands moving to wrap around your neck. You lift your face from the pillow, concentrating on staying quiet as he rocks against you. You don’t last long, small sounds slipping from your throat as the throbbing builds between your legs. His hand moves to cover your mouth, his warm skin against your lips. 

“Someone might hear, baby. Might hear those pretty little noises, hm? Getting woken up by cock. I know it’s a lot, yeah? So good for me.” 

You roll your hips, helping him move against you. His hand over your mouth doesn’t do much to muffle the noises you can’t hold back. He gives up, hand moving to your hips to help guide you as he finally sinks into you—the filthy stretch drawing out sounds from you both. 

You grab one of his hands, pulling his fingers to your mouth and wrapping your lips around him. He bottoms out, holding still as you both savour the feeling. He pulls his finger from your mouth, hand moving down to grasp one breast—wet finger flicking over your nipple. You attempt to grab his hand and pull it back to your mouth. He resists. 

“You want my fingers, baby?” 

“Mm.” 

“Why?” 

“Lo-love them.” 

“Yeah?” he breathes, hips beginning little movements against you—drawing his cock in and out slightly. 

“So much,” you whisper. “So pretty…distracting…want them in my mouth all the time.” 

He trails his finger up your throat, pulling his cock almost completely out of your cunt as he goes. The tip of his finger presses between your lips, then he sinks in—both his cock and finger pressing inside you simultaneously. “Like this?” he mutters. You feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs, needing a moment to gather your thoughts enough to respond. 

Then, you nod, moaning around his finger as he begins fucking you slowly. “You suck me in so well, mm?” he mutters and you wonder if he’s talking about his finger or his cock. Both? You close your eyes, wanting to focus entirely on the feeling of him. “Can feel your hot little tongue… so wet,” he continues, breath hitching when you clench against him. “Fuck.” 

You pull your lips from his finger, turning your head so you can attach your lips to his again. “Love you,” you mumble, “so much.” 

He smiles against your lips then rolls you over, pressing your chest into the mattress as he covers you with his body. His finger finds your lips again, asking for entrance. You kiss the tip then welcome him in, humming around him as he fucks you deep. 

“Gotta keep you quiet…” His breath tickles your neck as he mutters into your shoulder. “...keep sucking my finger while I fill you, hm?” You hum around him. “Good girl…my good girl.” 

Your  focus slips the longer he fucks into you, your mouth eventually falling slack. He slips a second finger between your lips and begins pressing them in and out slowly. “Min,” you mumble around his fingers, struggling to stop your mind slipping away completely. 

“Mm? What is it, baby?” 

You gasp as he pulls back and fucks hard and deep once more, his skin slapping against yours. Then he stills, waiting for your response—his wet fingers tracing over your lips. “Th-thank you,” you manage to get out between shallow breaths. 

“For what?” he asks, his own breath shallow from exertion. 

“For…for taking care of me…” 

He hums, encouraging you to continue. 

“...for fucking me…” 

His fingers press into your mouth again before retreating. 

“...loving me,” you finish. 

He presses his lips to the skin behind your ear. “Don’t need to thank me for that…” he mutters, “just love me back.” 

“Lo-Love you…do…I do.” 

“I know,” he says, pressing one last kiss to your neck before his hips move again—much faster now. His fingers move back to your mouth, not moving anymore—his focus elsewhere. He works himself up, both of you nonverbal now—focused on the feeling of each other. 

When he suddenly pulls back, body lifting off you—a second of panic ripples through your chest at the loss of him. Then his arms wrap around you, pulling you back with him. He fucks you on his lap, wet fingers relocating from your mouth to circle your clit. When you reach your high he pushes you back down onto the bed, fucking into you fast and hard until he joins you. His final moan is high and drawn out, much too loud for where you were and the time of night. You don’t care, a fucked out smile spreading across your face as he collapses beside you. 

When your panting breaths return to normal, and the sounds of nature are the dominant sounds again, you push yourself up on your elbows so you can lean over and kiss his lips gently. “Good?” he asks. 

“Good,” you answer. 

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[thecapybara526]

Series : The Mazer Runner

Pairing : Newt x reader

Note: I've had this idea in my head for a bit and when I saw a maze runner tiktok with this song, I had to incorporate it someone how. I think it explains the core three so well. please enjoy! Also please listen to “Solider, Poet, King” by Reno Loves you! I’ll tell you when!

Summary: The creators send a box with a greanie every month but this month a box with a guitar and music sheets come in. Y/n somehow knows how to play and read music. A special bonfire will be held after Newt hears Y/n sing and play. At the bonfire Newt gets super jealous when one of the boys decides to dance with you especially since he’s been pinning over you since you arrived. Lots of Minho meddling to get you two together.

Themes: angst, Jealousy, fluff, pinning,

You were running down the last straight away of the maze with Minho. You smiled to see some of your fellow gladers waiting for you to arrive. Particularly one…but you knew he'd be there, I mean he always is.

Your lungs burned and your legs ached, running the maze was tough but there was something about being out there that felt right to you. Especially with one of your closest friends Minho, you knew nothing would happen to you and you wouldn't let anything happen to him.

“Why does It have to be so hot today” Minho moaned as the two arrived at the doors of the maze that were starting to close.

“Minho baby, it’s always hot.” You laughed starting to slow down.

“Yea..well today more than usual.” He winked at you and you shoved him. You and Minho always flirted but it was never serious. After countless hours in the maze together you had both shared your most inner thoughts and more importantly your feelings for a certain second in command.

You had never outright said it but Minho figured it out. The way you got a bit nervous when he was around, how you unconsciously looked around for him when he wasn't around. Not only that but when you weren't running the maze with Minho you were with him.

Newt was there at the maze doors, he always is. He always just brushes it off that as second in command he should make sure the runners come back and conveniently everytime he makes his rounds of the glade is when the runners come back.

Newt knew the real reason he was there though, you. Since the moment you came up in the box and looked at him with those y/e/c eyes, he was a goner. He knew he'd protect you, and be whatever you needed, even if he wanted to be more than friends. He couldn't risk it though, he couldn't risk losing you or making things awkward.

You were his best mate, together you had formed an unbreakable bond. You could tell each other everything, well minus your feelings for each other. You were the person he wanted to see when he was sad, when he needed comfort, and just all the time in general. When you were together you made him feel as if he could stay in the maze forever as long as he had you by his side.

Minho’s comment made Newt’s stomach turn, he watched as you shoved Minho, and he couldn't help but feel a pinch of jealousy. You never flirted with him, then again he wasn’t sure if he did. Although the first time he called you love it was an accident and after he realized it had made you blush he kept saying it.

“How was the maze today love” he said trying to drag your attention away from Minho.

You looked up to see Newt looking at you, you smiled softly, love, you loved when he said that to you.

“Uh, you know the usual. Ran around, gathered some info.” you placed your hands on your hips still catching your breath.

“Fantastic, well I’m going to continue my rou-”

Newt was cut off by the sound of the box coming up. You all looked at each other and started to walk over. A new grennie was coming up.

You had been in the glade for over a year now, at first it was frightening. Waking up, breathing hard having no idea where you were. The sun blinding you and it was so hot your skin was already slick with sweat. The scariest part wasn't that you couldn't remember anything but the amount of boys staring down at you.

You had shoved yourself into one of the corners, when one of the boys had jumped in.

“It’s okay, I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe” the boy’s voice was smooth with an accent, somehow it felt like your heart rate slowed down a little. That was until your looked up at all the boys again.

“Where am I? Why can't I-” you started to freak out again.

He reached out a hand, “just take my hand and I'll explain everything, okay?” he smiled. Slowly and hesitantly you took his hand but from looking into the sincerity of those brown eyes you knew you'd be alright.

Now it was someone else’s turn to feel everything you had once felt, you couldn't say you were jealous. The poor kid was shaking like a leaf, not only that but Gally wasn’t too kind either.

“Alright, let's unload this box and get moving people” Gally yelled out to everyone, collective groans echoed through the air.

“Well come on, love.” Newt reached a hand up to you from inside the box helping you down.

“Thank you” you turned away from him heading towards a box so he couldn't see that his gesture made you blush.

As you helped hand boxes to gladers above, you noticed a smaller box, one you hadn't seen before. You grabbed it and handed it to Minho.

“Hey, keep that one aside for me please” you said

“Why do you get to keep it?” Minho shook the box, “what if I want it” he smirked

“Minho, if Y/n wants the box, she gets it.” Newt shot Minho a look. Minho smirked again but this time in amusement. He loved to play this game, a game called make his second in command want to kill him.

“Careful Newt…You're making it sound like Y/n gets special treatment. I wish you were as sweet to me as you are to her..” he watched carefully as Newt’s face became red. You wanted to kill Minho, he always says the dumbest things, Newt was just being nice.

Before you Newt could open his mouth, you spoke. “Yea? Well maybe if you helped out in the gardens a little Newt would be nicer.” you climbed out of the box.

“Y-Yes, Y/n’s right” Newt was still flustered, he snuck a glance at you. You didn't seem fazed at all, you grabbed your box and walked away.

“What the bloody hell was that” Newt glared at Minho.

“Hey, I'm just trying to help you” Minho threw his hands up innocently. “Put yourself out of this misery and just confess already.”

“There is nothing to confess. Y/n and I are best mates. That is all.” Newt huffed out a breath, “sneaking” a glance at you walking away. Minho rolled his eyes, hopeless. You two were hopeless.

…

Once you found an area in shade, you sat down and opened the box. A guitar was in it, at least from your vague memory that's what you think it was. It had to be. You continued pulling things out and a sheet of music caught your eye. As your eyes skimmed it you realized you could read it. As you flipped the page you found more but with words.

“Soldier, Poet, King” you whispered to yourself, a song? (play first 30 seconds of song)

You propped the music up against the tree and settled the guitar in your lap. You strummed the strings following the sheet, it took you some time but you felt a tune starting to come together.

You took a deep breath and decided to try to put it all together. You began to softly sing the lyrics, you were so focused on making sure it was right you didn’t hear a certain blonde boy sneaking up on you.

Newt was in awe, he was confused when he saw your h/c ponytail facing the tree with something in your lap, he had come to find you hoping to walk to dinner together. When he came to investigate he wasn't expecting to hear the soft strumming and what had to be the sweetest voice he had ever heard, memories or not.

He listened as you sang but the sound of a twig breaking called him out. You turned around startled but you smiled when you saw him.

“Newt, you startled me”

“I’m sorry about that, please don’t stop. It sounded lovely.” he smiled down at you.

You blushed and turned away, you didn't think he'd heard you singing. When you turned up to look at him again you made sure you weren't blushing anymore.

“Ah, thank you. It’s not very good but-”

“No, no. It's good, you're good..at that” Newt wanted to slam his head into the tree. With you looking up at him, he couldn't focus, you were just too pretty.

You smiled and stood up packing up the guitar and music sheets. Newt lifted the box for you as the two of you walked.

“You should play at the bonfire.” he glanced to his side.

Immediately you wanted to say no. You didn't want everyone looking at you, what if they thought it was bad or if you mess up. You only just started to learn.

Newt noticed your hesitance, “you don't have to of course but I would really like to hear the full thing.”

And just like that you knew you were going to have to play at the bonfire. If you Newt wanted to hear it, how could you say no?

“Okay. I will. For you.” you smiled at him, then started to panic realizing the “for you” part was said out loud and not just in your head. Newt’s heart started to beat faster. For him?

“Y- You did help me secure the box from Minho! Yes, the least I could do is play it for you.” you tried to cover up your slip-up. Let's just say it worked because Newt’s heart started to slow down again and maybe it cracked a little.

“Fantastic” he gave you a tight-lipped smile and opened the door for you to enter the cookhouse. Newt watches as you walk in thanking him, he took a deep breath shaking his head and walked in after you.

…

You had been practicing all of last night after dinner and throughout the day today after coming back from the maze. The bonfire was tonight and you were nervous. Nervous about messing up the cords or lyrics but most importantly scared to mess up in front of Newt. You knew even if you did he would probably pretend like it didn't happen because he was sweet like that but still.

“You think if you sing to the walls maybe they will let us out?” you heard Minho’s voice behind you. You groan.

“Minho! You just ruined an almost perfect rehearsal.” you put the guitar down and turned to the dark haired boy.

“How was I supposed to know it was almost perfect.” Mingo sat down next to you.

“You just are, this needs to be perfect.” you huffed running your hands through your hair.

“Perfect for everyone, or just perfect for Newt?” he grinned at you, picking up a sheet of music.

“Perfect for everyone.” you snatched the sheet out of his hand and put it back.

“You know he likes you right? Newt is one of my best friends and I'm not trying to out him but you guys need to stop torturing each other.” Minho was getting fed up with this dance you two were playing. He was tired of seeing his two best friends tear themselves apart over each other when they literally feel the same way.

Especially Newt, Minho notices the way he looks at you. His gaze was always so soft, it kinda made Minho’s heart ache. You could break the rules or murder someone and Newt would still think you were perfect.

“And you need to stop saying that and getting my hopes up. Listen Minho, I've accepted that all we will ever be is friends.”

“But Y/n-”

“What was that?” you slapped a hand on his mouth, “sorry can't hear you” you chuckled

From the corner of his eye, Minho could see Newt watching the two of you. If telling the both of you won’t do anything maybe it was time to be more aggressive he thought. Minho quickly removed the guitar from your lap and jumped on.

“Min-!” you erupted into giggles, “what are you do-” he then started to tickle you

“Sorry? I can't hear you, what was that?” he continued his attack until one hard knee to his stomach knocked over. You both laid on the grass laughing, Minho picked up his head and glanced over at Newt. The expression on that boys face that pricless.

Newt watched when Minho jumped on you, he first took a step forward dropping his tool ready to arrive at your defense but the sound of you laughing stopped him. He took a deep breath and picked up the tool again squeezing his fist around it.

He tried to fight the jealousy eating at his chest but he couldn't. He wished it was him rolling around with you in the grass and then he blushed imagining it. He looked up again to see you leaning over Minho, eyes firey playfully yelling at him. The feeling threatened to overtake him again but he was being silly. It was just Minho, he knew how Newt felt about you, it was fine. Newt shook his head and continued his work.

The glade was buzzing because of the bonfire. It was the best time, everyone got to relax and drink some of Gally’s awful but effective drink. After Minho left you were able to practice more and focused on the parts you struggled with. The sun was dropping and the darker it got the more nervous you became

...

The bonfire was in full effect. Everyone was yelling, wrestling, and overall just having a good time. About half way through the night you finally came out from hiding and walked toward Minho and Newt.

“Finally ready?” Minho laughed and started to raise his glass.

You snatched his full glass out of his hand and before he could protest you chugged it. With a hiss, you handed Minho back his drink. Newt and Minho’s jaws dropped, you weren't opposed to drinking and there were nights Newt had to carry you back to your hammock. But you chugging? That meant you really must be nervous and getting very drunk tonight, which was the plan.

“Y/n-” before Newt could finish his sentence you finished his almost empty drink.

“Okay. Now I'm ready.” you grinned and grabbed your guitar and music sheets. You walked over to Alby and whispered to him.

“Everyone! Tonight Y/n has a special surprise for us!”

Everyone cheered, already drunk but also excited to see what you were up to. Newt clapped and felt a wave of nerves pass through him. He wasn't even performing but he just wanted you to do well.

“This came up in the box the other day…and I realized I knew how to play. So I hope you guys enjoy!” you yelled, the liquor definitely playing a part in your confidence. (start the song)

You started the strum the guitar and you looked up when Minho started to clap on beat like you practiced. Everyone started to clap and your adrenaline soared. You started to sing, at first, it was quiet just the clapping, you looked up, did you sound bad? Your eyes caught Newts.

He had this look in his eyes you couldn't decipher but he nodded at you and gave you a small smile, encouraging you to keep going.

Finally it seemed like the boys broke out of the trance and starting cheering loudly. You started moving around singing to boys in front of you and the longer you sang the more passionate you got. Even making them sing the chorus, “oh lei, oh lai, oh lord” echoed throughout the glade.

Minho laughed clenching his stomach, “oh god, the liquor is hitting her hard.” and he was right Newt looked back at you and were jumping around now hair everywhere.

You had finally made your way toward Minho and Newt. Singing at Minho and dancing around him, when the Poet part came up you stood right in front of Newt looking him straight in the eye. Nest held your gaze completely mesmerized by you. Hair everywhere, a light sheen of sweat on your chest, and the fire dancing across your skin. When you grinned at him Newt felt his heart stop. He felt like every fiber of his body was awake, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull you in and kiss you until you were breathless.

You were pulled away by Frypan as he picked you up to put you on his shoulder. You yelled in delight and with another swig of your drink, you played the song again from the top. Cheers of delight filled the air and the clapping to keep the beat continued.

Nest smiled and also took a sip of his drink. You looked so happy, so he was happy. He couldn't take his eyes off you, you looked so beautiful. It made his heart ache, he just wanted to hold you, he wanted you to see him as more. He took a bigger swig of his drink this time.

“She’s great” Minho turned to Newt

“Are we surprised?” Nest chucked and tore his gaze off you.

“How do you feel about your special serenade” Minho’s eyebrows raised, curious to see how Newt would deny this.

“She sang to everyone it wasn't just me..” he fiddled with his drink, focused on the amber liquid.

“Mhmm, but not the Poet part… just you.” this made Newt’s eyes snap to Minho. He was right, it was just him, he shook his head. No no no.

“We're just friends Minho, she doesn't care for me like and I-” from the corner of his eye Newt could see the new greenie taking your hand. Minho smirked this has gotten interesting.

“What is he doing,” Nest spoke flatly drink clenched in his hands.

“Mm, don't know maybe dancing. Either way, you're right, you're just friends. Maybe Y/n and the Greenie are a good match” Newt's eyes flared to Minho. Minho couldn't contain his laugh.

Maybe it was the liquor or maybe it was seeing the greenie with his hands on your hips but something in Newt snapped.

After Fry put you down you placed your guitar down, and you looked to see Minho and Newt talking. He wasn't even looking at you, your drunk thoughts were getting the best of you. Maybe Minho was wrong, Newt only saw you as a friend. The greenie came up to you and you locked arms with him spinning around laughing. It was innocent, until you started to get too dizzy and needed to stop. He placed his hands on your hips.

“Are you okay?” you could feel if thumb stroking your side. Before you could respond, someone pulled his hands off.

Newt didn't know what came over him but by the time he realized what he was doing he had pushed you behind him and was holding one of the greenie’s wrists.

“Let’s try to keep our hands to ourselves greenie.”

The greenie’s eyes widened, he shook his head and scrambled away from his second in command. You were in shock, what had gotten into Newt.

“W-what was that?” you furrowed your brows, he turned to look at you, he looked mad. Did you make Newt upset?

“D-did I upset you? I'm sor-” you stammered

“No love, it's- come on” he grabbed your wrist and started to gently but firmly pull you away from the crowd. Leaving the gladers who were too drunk to realize their lead singer was being swept away.

After he felt like you were far enough Newt dropped your wrist and ran a hand threw his hair. What was he doing? How was he going to explain this, he let his jealousy get the best of him. He couldn't stand the way the greenie looked at you, he had every right to look at you that way. You were gorgeous and Newt had no real claim over you. But you were still his.

After a couple seconds of silence your patience was running thin, the liquor not helping.

“Newt? Hellooo” you sighed waiting for answers

He spun around to face you, you were standing there looking up at him, hair pulled to one side.

“I- uh.. Listen love-” you cut him off

“Newt. I'm so confused and I swear it's not just Gally’s drink. What the hell was that, one minute I’m dancing and the next you're hauling me over here?”

“Y/n I know it's o—” you cut him off again. Rambling.

“No. No this is not okay. You can't just sweep me off without an explanation”

You were upset now, upset at how handsome he was and how badly you wanted to be with him. You just wanted this ache to go away. Not only that but the mix singles were driving you crazy. Sometimes you felt like there could be more and other times it felt like it was set in stone that you’d only ever be friends.

“I can't do this anymore Newt.”

This made Newt’s blood run cold. What did you mean by that? Do this? He started to breath a little harder, did he really just mess up this bad. You two hadn't even begun a romantic relationship and he already screwed up. He grabbed your biceps that were at your sides.

“Y/n I’m sorry I didn't mean to upset you”

“Well guess what I am. I-” tears filled your eyes, you didn't want to cry but everything was feeling like too much.

Newt's heart was breaking, as soon your eyes filled with tears he swore he heard a crack in his heart. You tried to scramble out of his grasp but he held you tight. His hands moved to your face steadying you.

“Y/n I love you.”

This made you go completely still. Anger disappearing and relief flooding you. He loved you.

“I’m sorry it took this long for me to say it and that it had to come out this way but I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment you came up from that box.”

His eyes desperately searched your face looking for any sign. A sign that maybe just maybe you loved him too.

You sagged against him, your head landing on his chest, your face still cradled in his hands. He held you, confused, holding his breath waiting for an answer. Finally, what had felt like years you pulled away and looked up at him. Your hands balled up against his chest.

“Newt, I love you too.”

He felt a tear slip down onto his hand, you were crying but smiling. He looked down at your lips and then back at your eyes. You nodded your head slightly giving him permission.

Softy, he pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away smiling, you grabbed a fist full of his shirt and pulled him in again wrapping the other hand around his neck. His hands left your face and slipped down to your waist pull you closer.

“Love, you have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this,” he whispered against your mouth a small smile creeping on his lips.

You grinned as he pulled you back in for another deep kiss. You made a sound that only made him pull you closer. He couldn’t believe it, the girl he was pinning over was finally in his arms.

You felt like your head was spinning, being in Newt’s arms just felt so right. Hell you didn’t know where he learned to kiss like this but you were breathless.

“Love?” Newt spoke softy like if he spoke too loudly the trance you we’re both in might break.

“Newt” you whispered

“As much as I’m enjoying this, you’re drunk, I’m a bit drunk” he pressed his forehead against yours.

He was right. You were drunk but there wasn’t anything about this that you didn’t want. Your cheeks burned, looking around and seeing that although the two of you were alone, the bonfire wasn’t too far away. You kissed his nose, then both his cheeks.

“You’re too sweet, you know that?” You ran both your hands through his hair your forearms against his shoulders

“Only for you remember?” He winked

“Does this mean I get special treatment?” You raised an eyebrow. He grabbed your forearms and pulled you in close.

“Don’t tell Minho but you’ve always gotten special treatment.”

You laughed and pushed off him, reaching out a hand. He grabbed it and the two of you walked back to the bonfire. Immediately Minho noticed you two especially you two holding hands. He decided to keep it to himself though, pretending to not notice. Tonight was about you two.

When everyone noticed you were back they begged to play the song again. Who were you to deny them? You began to play again, looking to Newt when you sang about the Poet. It was for him. He clapped along never taking his eyes off you. How could he?

Right before the last chorus Minho grabbed the guitar from you.

“Go dance.” He pushed you toward Newt and practically jumped into his arms.

He picked you up by your waist and spun you around. Everyone kept clapping keeping the beat as Newt placed you back down and danced with you. You spun around then dipped you, you couldn’t believe when he kissed you in front of everyone. Cheers erupted.

“Newt you shank!” Galley yelled

“Sorry lads” Newt smirked

When he brought you back up you collapsed against his chest. From exhaustion, liquor and laughing, when you saw Minho looking at the two of you, you grinned at him. He shook us head and shrugged as if saying “I told you so”

…

That night you and Newt walked back to your hammocks holding your hand, creeping around drunken asleep boys.

“Goodnight Y/n” he pressed a kiss to lips gently

“Goodnight Newt.” You laid down and he laid down in his hammock next to yours. You tried to fight sleep but the night caught up to you.

Newt watched as you slept, he couldn’t believe it. The ache in his chest was still there but it was different. Instead of being empty it was full so full that it ached. He knew as he watched you sleep before his eyes shut that he would always be by your side. No matter what.

…

The end :)

I hope you guys enjoyed, it’s lowkey long and I haven’t revised it. If you see any errors please let me know and make sure you comment for more!

[minhotherunninshank]

Minho TMR(The Maze Runner) x Reader

“Eyes up here babe… and lips right there”

I don’t own any of the TMR characters! All credit goes to James Dashner!

Summary: while fighting a griever in the maze Y/N’s shirt gets torn off and later on she realizes it and asks for Minho’s shirt

Warnings: Shirtless Minho( I dunno if this is a warning), English is not my native language, my ever first writing so it I am not that skilled some person I may have written short I would appreciate your feedback

Please inform me if there are any warnings that I missed

Y/N’S POV:

It was early morning and I was in the map room, getting ready for running ‘till I felt two arms sneaking around my waist. I immediately knew who it was just by the firmness and gentleness of the touch. I lifted my head and leaned back on the person’s chest, “Hey Min-Min”. “Hey” he said with the adorable morning voice he had. “You ready?” he asked and I nodded. Both Minho and I are the Keeper of the Runners, so we got to pair up with each other, even before we started dating. I turned around and pecked Minho on the cheeks. He smirked “You know I can do that too princess. Especially on the lips..” and was leaning in and about to kiss me when someone suddenly arrived to the map room and interrupted “Ew! Guys! Seriously don’t do this in here!!”. It was Chris. He was one of the newest runners in the Glade. I looked at the kid who covered his eyes with his hands “Well there is something called knocking on the door shuck-face. Dunno you heard it but every person in the Glade has the brains to know that.”. After I finished my sentenced, I felt a pair of lips crashing on mine. Minho. Man I love him so much, how can a person seriously be this perfect! I felt my fireworks inside me just like everytime I kissed him. The kiss felt so magical, passionate and it was full of love. After a while we parted due to something called oxygen. Minho looked at the boy who stared in horror and said “You heard my girlfriend ya shank.” nodding towards me. “Now go out before we kick your butt to the maze. If Alby asks, tell him that we’re coming in a minute.”. The kid mumbled in agreement and left the room. Minho looked back at me with an irritated face “Finally the shuck-face got out of the room. I hate it when we’re interrupted.”. I nodded in agreement “Yeah, the only moments that we get to be alone are probably just the times after dinner and when we’re in the maze.”. I inhaled a breath “Come on, time to run our butts of in that shuck maze.”. We got out of the map room started towards the doors. When we arrived to the doors Minho gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I grinned and said “That was nice”. He smirked “Ya know as much as giving it, it is nice to get it”. I chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. Just after the kiss the doors started to open. We both nodded at each other and started running.

Minho and I were almost finished running our section 'till we saw a Griever. The moment our eyes met the Griever’s we knew that it was run or die. I heard Minho mumble something like shuck. Indeed, we were shucked. We both immediately turned around and ran for our lives! Even though we both were the fastest people in the Glade, I have never seen someone so fast before. I felt the griever catching up on us and yelled to Minho “It’s no use! This one is really fast! We gotta fight it or else we’re griever food.”. Minho responded with a “Good that” and we both tried to hold the hilt of our knives while running. After a few minutes when the griever was extremely close to us Minho yelled “On the count of three we’re gonna attack to it’s arms or legs!”. “One”, “Two”, “a shucking three!” we both turned around and ducked and rolled under the griever’s legs, Minho on the left, I on the right. Just as the time I got up, I sliced one of the griever’s legs and the monster wailed. I had to duck to dodge it’s freakin’ arms from pricking me. I attacked at the monster a few more times 'till the attacks slowed it’s movements. I gave a quick glance at Minho and saw that he forgot to attack one of the arms which was now about to ambush him. I immediately ran and attacked the arm but just as I attacked it, another arm of the monster tored it’s way through all the way to the back of my shirt. I was in one piece though my shirt fell off leaving me in my sports bra but I didn’t have the time to think about it that moment. I have no doubt that if it weren’t for Minho slowing down the enourmous attack, I would have turned to griever food. I yelled at Minho “I think we slowed down it’s movements! We gotta run back to the Glade before the doors close!”. He yelled a “Good that” and we both sprinted off to the path that’s leading to the Glade.

We ran for a good fifteen minutes ‘till there was no sign of the griever left. We stopped and Minho looked at his watch “We still got about an hour for the doors to close and by the looks of it we’re gonna arrive the Glade in like 30 minutes.”. He looked through his bagpack for some food and water and just as he got up and looked at me to give me some water his mouth opened and mouthed a wow and I noticed that he had blush crept onto his cheeks. It was then when reality knocked me over and made me remeber the events that took place while fighting the griever: my shirt sliding off me and leaving me with my sports bra on top. I blushed as much as Minho was blushing. Minho inturrepted the silence “Sorry, I shouldn’t be looking to you like that. It’s just that you’re so beautiful.” and looked away. His sentence made me blush even more. How can a person me this freakin’ adorable! He apologised for looking me like that. He didn’t even need to apologise to me. I comforted him while taking the water bottle from him “Hey, you don’t need to apologise. I saw you shirtless many times I don’t think that you seeing me like this is a problem”. Minho shyly talked, something he never does, “So, does this means that I can look at you?”. I got next to him and kissed him by the cheek “Yes, you can”. He looked at me with a tiny tint of pink on his face “Man, you’re so beautiful. You’re basically a knock-out. Shuck how did I ever get so lucky to have you?”. I chuckled “I can say the same for you mister”. Then, I remembered “Umm Minho if it’s okay with you can I go to the Glade with your shirt ‘cuz not all boys are like you. You know…”. He immediately understood the situation “Oh, yeah sure, no problem.”. He took off his shirt and wow. He looked hot as hell. I had the strong urge to smash my lips his’s and kiss him like my life depended on it but I just stood there frozen, with widened eyes and a hanging out mouth. Minho saw me and a smirk formed on his lips, “Eyes up here babe” while gesturing his own eyes and closing the gap between us. I leaned in and met him in the middle. My hands traveled their way through Minho’s chest and found their way to his neck. His hands slided to my waist and held me close to him. I felt butterflies a nd fireworks inside me. Gosh I wish I could just kiss him forever but unfortunately this kiss came to an end as well. After a minute or so we broke the kiss and he smirked “and lips right there”. I blushed, “ this was the best pick-up line you’ve ever used”. “What can I do darling I’m just the master of pick-up lines” he said pecking my lips. “Anyways we’re running out of time. Here is my wonderful shirt which is not as wonderful as me” he said while giving me his shirt and joking around. I laughed and wore his shirt. I looked up at him and saw a thin layer of pink on his cheeks “Geez Y/N you look even better than me in that shirt”. I smirked “Yeah, I think so, that’s why from now on I should wear your shirt and you should stay shirtless.”. He faked a sigh, “Ahh I wish, but I think the second I start my plan Alby will banish me ‘cuz I radiate more heat than the sun since I am hot and Alby wouldn’t like the plants to pass out from my hotness”. I chuckled. Man, this boy always finds a way to be sassy. Then, we heard the sounds from the griever, “Think we should go”, “Good that”. We both ran to the Glade as fast as we can and decided to cuddle the rest of the day. Today was one shuck of a day.

[h0p3l3ssromantic]

One chance (hyung line)

It’s always “I just need one chance I swear”, but what would you do if you were actually given it?

This is a work of fiction for readers 18 and over

Please do not translate and/or post my work here or elsewhere without permission

Wrote this at 8am listening to this song that always triggers the nastiest thoughts. I encourage you to listen to it as you read this

CHAN

Our workaholic leader. Stressed isn’t the word to describe his life most times. Would you let him use you? Would you let him rant and vent about it all as he fucks you, manhandle you? You signed that NDA, you knew what you were in for, but fuck nothing could’ve prepared you for this. Would you tell him how good he’s making you feel, as tears fall from the corners of your eyes? Let him him grip, grab and bruise you? Would you be his little stress fuck toy for the night? Or would you take the lead, nipping, grabbing and fucking him as you pls. Give him a taste of his own medicine, sucking that leader energy out of him and make him your bitch for the night?

After all, he deserves it, right?

LEE KNOW

One night, right? Underestimating just how long a night truly is. Underestimating our main dancers stamina. Would you let him fuck you until the sun comes up? 1,2,3…you’ve lost count how many orgasms you’ve had. And like the cat he his, would you let him give you small, little licks all over? Would you tell him to call you ‘kitten’? You want the y/n moment you’ve read about so bad it hurts. “kitten get on your knees”. There it is, would you cum on the spot? Mhm? Would you do that? Would you be a good little kitten for Minho? Or would you be a bad kitten, and tell him “make me”?

CHANGBIN

Every time you see photos of him, you just have one thought. One vision. You want him to headlock you so bad. Would you let do that you? Would you beg him for it rather? See, as macho as he is, he is soft in nature and doesn’t want to hurt you, but you need it. Would you reach back for his arm as he’s fucking you from the back in front of the mirror? Would you bring it up to your neck and make eye contact with him as you do? He’s seen the unhinged comments, he knows what you want. And he gives it to you. Wrapping him arm around your neck, squeezing you, and your walls in return, squeeze him. “Cum for me baby” he whispers. Would you do that for him? Would you let your eyes roll back, and submit to his grip? Would you be a good fuck for our Binnie? Huh? Or would you look him in the eye, clench your walls on him and tell him “you first?”

HYUNJIN

One night with thee Hwang Hyunjin? Bitch you better make it count. You can tell by the way he performs that he fucks and he fucks good. Our sensitive, precious Pisces. Would you take your time with him? Caress him slowly? Kiss him gently? Ride him passionately? Would you? You’ve always wondered what it would be like to have his dick so far down your throat that you can’t breathe. Would you do that? Give him the sloppiest head he’s ever had in his life? Would you look up at him, throat burning and tears in your eyes? The moans leaving his mouth , the look in his eyes telling you “please take care of me”. Would you do that? You only get one night to make him remember you. Would you? Or would you let him lead? Let him etch his dick into your walls, so that everytime you close your eyes, you have to squeeze your legs shut at the sheer memory of having him inside you. Would you do that? Hmm? would you be a good little muse for our lovestay boy?

A/n: this is my second time attempting writing fic, so as always and feedback, reboots and likes would be much appreciated. Alsoooo I’m sorry i can’t stop reading Hyunjin’s…I got a little carried away I just love him real bad. Need him to shove his dick down my throat and tell me “this is what you wanted right?”

[gigizzz]

Gender: Angst, smut.

Pairing: Lee Minho × Reader.

Warnings: Slight mention of drugs and alcoholic people, a lot of curse words, oral (fem receiving), consensual sex, unprotected sex (don't try it at home, dummies),

Summary: Y/N and Minho had a lot of fights recently. Did the love ended already?

Words: 3k

Minors do not interact!

"What do you mean by that!?" Minho raises his voice, looking at you annoyed.

It's sad the fact that you guys have been fighting now since some months. The way he looked at you before was different, now everytime he puts his eyes on you it's to say something bad or humiliate you.

"Min, I'm just saying that you shouldn't feel jealous about him, you know he's like aㅡ"

Before you could end your sentence, you got cut by him rolling his eyes annoyed. Did he really not care about this? About you?

"A brother? Nah, you won't lie to me that way. You know I'm not that stupid, Y/N. If you're gonna say bullshit like that you better piss out if you don't want me doing something I'll probably regret"

Minho threatens, a deadpan on his eyes as he looks at you, the thing he doesn't know is that you don't feel like shutting the fuck up, not anymore.

"I wanna break up"

Your voice sounds firm and cold, like you wanted to. But you know that inside of you, even your guts are crying, fortunately that poker face of yours really knows how to hide it.

Minho takes a deep breath and then sighs. The tension is so heavy, making you feel uncomfortable. For first time, you feel like that around him, around Min.

"Y/N...You know you don't wanna break up with me"

Minho softens his gaze, holding your hands and caressing it with his thumbs. His eyes never tear off of your eyes.

You felt like leaving it all that way, you swear you tried but then he opened his mouth and ruined it all over again.

"Just accept that the guy likes you. Call him and tell him you're mine, yes baby?"

That's it.

You are done.

"That's it. Minho. We're done. Don't fucking call me, don't fucking text and please, I beg you...Forget my fucking name."

You immediately pull off of his grip, that in a moment started to intoxicated you by how hard he was gripping on your hand.

You hate to have that feeling, the fear that he would hurt you one day, and maybe not just emotionally like he always does.

You put on your jacket and take your keys, but then you feel a hard grip on your wrists.

"You're not fucking leaving, you hear me? Why is it so hard for you to tell him you're mine? Do you really want me to beat him up? I could do it and send you a fucking picture of his face full of blood".

Minho threatens husky, his tone is almost a whisper and the grip on your wrist was getting more and more harder.

"Min, you're hurting me.."

You murmur while a tear falls from your eye, you did knew that day would come but you didn't expect it would be today.

Minho let go of your hand, staring at you annoyed.

"You'll see. At the end of the day you know you'll comeback to me crawling".

Minho whispers in your ear, just to walk away and sit on the couch as if nothing happened.

You immediately walk out of the house and slammed the door, now you're crying freely in front of your boyfriend's house. How wonderful.

When you're out, you hear the door get locked. Did he really..? Damn it.

You walk crying to your best friend's house. She will probably understand and let you in.

And that's what she did.

The moment Ryujin saw you standing in front of her house crying, she didn't even hesitate to let her in.

"So is this all about Hyunjin? He got jealous over a guy that's gay? You must be joking."

Ryujin says upset, she didn't believe what was happening either.

"There are 2 years of relationship wasted, Ryu"

You say crying, at least Ryujin did let you lay on her couch and cry there.

"Please don't over cry about him, if he did that it's because he's not the right one, Y/Nnie.."

Ryujin says soothingly while caressing your hair.

"Uhm..Even if he was not the right one, I really felt happy with him, Ryu"

You murmur sobbing, he had made you feel ways no one has ever.

"Okay...Do you want something to drink? I think I have some snacks on the kitchen, maybe there's soju there too. I'll go look for it and we'll watch some series until 3 am, got it? Like the old times, Y/Nnie"

Ryujin has always been so special with you, staying up all night just to comfort you or even singing for you to change your mood. She has always been like this, and you really appreciate the way she treats you.

She knows when someone's really special for you when you introduce themselves to her, she knows you and you know her since you guys were born.

Suddenly, in the middle of your series night with Ryujin you got a message from Minho.

'Min💗: Hey'

'Min💗: I wanted to know how are you..'

'Min💗: Where are you btw? Do you want me to pick you up?'

'Min💗: I really fucked it up today babe. You didn't actually break up with me right?'

Hell you did, but you didn't even know he texted you.

'Y/Nnie: Minho, stop texting her.'

'Y/Nnie: You're such a fucking dumbass and I won't let you treat her like this'

'Y/Nnie: I swear if you hurt her again the one who will end up with blood all over their face will be you'

'Min💗: Ryujin?'

'Min💗: Are you fucking threatening me? You really think you can?'

'Min💗: Just go and tell Y/N I need to talk with her'

'Y/Nnie: No. Stop it. She won't talk to you.'

You were already sleeping, Ryujin said she would go to the kitchen for more snacks but she stayed there for so long you fell like closing your eyes and now, there you are sleeping.

Ryujin looked down at the phone and sighed, putting the screen to face the counter, then she went to you, turning the TV off and taking off of your hair some popcorn that were stuffed there by some how. Cleaning the area around you and murmuring a goodnight before walking upstairs to her bedroom.

[.......]

You wake up and immediately see a note from Ryujin in front of you.

'Hey Y/Nnie. I went out to look for some groceries, I'll be back in a while, you can stay at the house if you want. There are sandwiches in the kitchen counter and there is some apple juice in the fridge if you feel hungry.

- Ryu'

You start to stretch out and yawn, getting up and walking around to see if Ryujin left the note a long time ago or if she's around.

But she's not at the house.

So you decide to eat one sandwich and go upstairs to take a shower.

You already know this place so good, Ryujin has been living here since a lot of years and even living alone with Minho, you are a very frequent person in her house.

[.......]

2 months..

2 months have passed and he didn't even tried to communicate with you, does he actually hate you?

You can't believe it, you used to has 2 years loving him but you guys broke up in some seconds. How ironic.

Ryujin now is out, but she texted you about some party, your clothes were still at Minho's place but you still have some of your clothes in Ryujin's house since you used to have sleepovers with her.

'Y/Nnie: HELLO RYUU'

'Y/Nnie: I'll join you to that party bc, why not'

'Ryuryu💤: Are u sure, Y/N?'

'Ryuryu💤: Minho said he wouldn't join but u know how he is'

'Ryuryu💤: Well, I'll gotta get ready too, so. I'm going with you and Jackson. K?'

'Y/Nnie: okayyy'

The next thing you remember is you walking into the party, everyone looking at you since everyone knows what happened. Minho surely did tell them all.

Chan and the guys, which where your ex boyfriend's friends, talked to you friendly, not even caring what you were from Minho now.

But Minho wasn't there.

You wonder if it's something for you to be sad or something for you to be happy.

Everyone in the party seem to be happy tho, some or them drinking, some of them sniffing ecstasy. It was already normal in the parties for you.

You should have stayed in the party with the others, or at least you should have go to Ryujin's house and stayed there, like that, the party would have ended there.

But no, Felix invited you to take dinner with the guys, well. Not only you, he also invited Ryujin and her boyfriend, Jackson. Which they obviously agreed, so you did.

And here you are, stocked between Ryujin and Minho. Nobody told you Minho would be in the restaurant waiting for the guys.

But here he was, sitting on a chair from a table, and even if you wanted to sit away from him, everyone had already sat.

"So...Y/N. How you doing?"

Minho asks quietly, looking down while biting his lip. He seems nervous.

"Oh..I'm..I'm okay, thanks for asking, Minho"

You swear you were trying to make it professional but his soft gaze melted you, it always did.

"You look stunning, Y/N.."

A little smile appears on his lips as he looks at you warmly.

That look reminds you of you guys were dating, he looked at you with those same soft eyes, as if he would never do anything to you but protect you.

You smile as well, looking down shyly. Why could he just go away and then comeback and make you feel this way? Damn it.

"You're still being so cute and shy.."

He murmurs to you, one of his hands is now on top of your thigh.

"Min.."

You murmur quietly, you didn't want any of the people in the table to see you.

But you really did wanted him to keep tracing those little circles on your flesh.

"I still want you, you know that, right Y/Nnie?"

He murmurs to your ear quietly, his hand never stopping.

"I will never stop loving you and you know it...You can't get out of me so easily."

Minho says, above a whisper. Only you could hear it, you can't deny that you were already feeling something get wet between your thighs.

"I'll go to the bathroom and after 5 minutes, I want you there with me. You better don't make anyone suspect. Can you do that for me, kitten?"

The nickname took you of surprise, that's how he called you before. You nodded quietly, looking down.

You said as he did, after some minutes you were already entering to the bathroom to see if he was around there.

"Got you, kitten"

A voice whispered in your ear, but you knew exactly who he was.

His arms wrap around your waist while he starts sucking on your neck. The feeling was already making you feel weak on your knees.

"I knew you would come here, doll. You never fail me, do you?"

He whispers, his hands now slipping down your pants.

You didn't answer, you were too focused on what his hands would do to you, those veiny hands could make you drip already.

"Fucking answer me, kitten"

He whispers with a husky tone, one of his hand going upwards to grab your neck.

"Yes...I do never fail you, Min.."

You whine, his hand is already tracing those same circles he was tracing on your thigh, but they weren't on it anymore. He was now teaching circles on your clothed clit, teasing you.

"Was it so hard to say, kitten? Or you're just a fucking slut who can't even think and elaborate words?"

He nibbles on your earlobe, his grip on your neck was tight, almost making you choke but you still can breath.

"I wanna taste you, babe...Months without tasting you, I swear I'm gonna get crazy if I don't get to taste you again.."

Minho whispers, then both of his hands take off your pants and underwear, sliding them down and then falling on his knees.

"Kitten...Can you please lean against that wall? Lemme taste you, please.. "

You, without wasting time, immediately lean against the wall and he places one of your legs on top of his shoulder.

He licks in a long and torturing way, since your clit to your folds. Making you let out a little gasp.

"You don't want me shutting you up with my hands, right? Then shut the fuck up, nobody shoulder hear what I'm doing to you, kitten.."

He says against your core, making you let a moan that you shuffle immediately with your hand.

"Such a good girl"

Minho smirks and sucks on your clit, as if he would want to leave a mark there. Making you whine a little, it only makes him suck harder tho.

His eyes never leave yours, looking at you with those lustful dark eyes.

Your hands reach his hair, pulling him more in. He chuckles darkly against your core and pulls away.

"So needy..Did you miss me, Y/Nnie?"

He whispers, leaving some kisses to your clit.

You hum, caressing his hair.

"I missed you, Min...Please."

You moan and then he chuckles leaning against your core one more time.

He keeps sucking and licking stripes on your clit while two of his fingers tease your folds, pulling them in.

Of course, two fingers were nothing compared to his cock, but he did wanted you to beg for it. And you knew it.

His fingers keep thrusting into you relentlessly, he knows exactly how to bring you to the edge. Plus his tongue playing with your clit, you felt as if you were going to explode in any moment.

So you did.

You did explode but...All over his fingers and mouth.

He did not hesitate to lick it all, hoping not to kiss any drop.

Then he stands up and looks at you with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you deeply. You can even taste yourself on his mouth.

When I mean deeply, it's DEEPLY.

His tongue exploring your mouth heavily, leaving you breathless.

He then looks at you.

"I missed you, kitten...Lemme fuck you, please. You know I love you.."

Minho murmurs desperately into your mouth.

He buries his face on your neck, leaving some open mouth kisses there until you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"Min...I missed you too...Please go ahead, I need you inside of me.."

You murmur against his ear, he can't lie, it sent shivers down his spine.

But he wasted no time, getting rid of his pants and already aligning his length against your folds, making you hum slightly.

He then, in one swift motion, he bottomed out inside of you.

You feel so warm and full with him inside of you, you can't lie. You feel so alive with a cock stuffed between your legs, not any cock tho. Minho's one.

"Fuck, Y/N. I don't think I can last long...You feel so good around m-me.."

Minho rolls his head back, pulling it all way back and then pulling it in again, a groan slipping from his lips.

"Min, please...Fill me up, please please please.."

You know he loves it when you beg for him. He groans and thrusts into you relentlessly, his hips slapping against yours and his balls smacking against your ass.

He wants you to cum with him so his hand starts tracing circles on your clit, you moan but he shuts it by placing his hand on top of your mouth.

One, two, three and four thrusts before you both cum, breathing heavily.

Minho stays inside of you, trying to breath. Then she pulls out and handles you a towel.

You start cleaning your core and your sweat as well, but then he starts talking.

"Y/N...I don't want you to think I only want you for sex...I actually miss you. The house feels so empty without you and the cats miss you, Y/Nnie.."

You feel your heart drop when you hear that. But you knew why you left him, you were actually scared, scared of what he could do to you if you stayed there.

"Min.."

"Y/N, I know you don't want to comeback to the house, and I-I get it. I just want you back in my arms, I was suck a dickhead...I know I made you feel unprotected and I broke my promise of not to hurt you...B-but I swear I'm changing, because I'm trying to be a good boy for you, someone who doesn't hurt you and instead, someone who will protect you and trust you.."

You rushed into his arms, embracing him, he wrapped his arms around you too, kissing your temple.

"Please forgive me, Y/Nnie...I thought I could live without you but I was wrong.."

He starts crying and you can hear it on his voice cracking, your hand caresses his hair softly and he hums.

"I didn't stop loving you, Min...And I'm sure I won't, yeah? Now stop crying and let's head to the table. I'm sure they're already wondering where we are."

You say while wiping his tears with your thumbs gently. You missed this feeling, be between his arms and have your little hands on his face.

"Can I...Can I kiss you, Y/N? Y'know, just before we go out.."

He says sobbing, trying to calm his tears. You nod pressing your nose against his gently and then he kisses you softly, the most gentle and soft kiss you would have experienced. You know he loves you so much. And now you won't even doubt about it.

After that, Minho and you put your clothes on and walk out of the bathroom, walking up to the dinner table.

"So you guys already finished or do we have ti wait more?"

Bangchan asks sarcastically, looking at Minho. Like, yeah. You guys literally fucked in the boy's house.

Minho nods shyly while chuckling, and you turn to see Ryujin, she walks up to you.

"Y/Nnie..."

She sighs and then talks.

"Y/Nnie, if you still love that dickhead, I'll support you but, please, don't try to make us like each other, because that's not gonna happen, yeah?"

You chuckle and nod, hugging her.

"You're still the best friend, Ryu."

OKAYYYY

I think it's obvious my native language it's not english lol

BUT I'm trying, so.

Lmk if u guys liked it💗.

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞older brother skz finding you with a guy

✰ pairings : older brother ot8!skz x sibling! fem reader

✰ warnings : mentions of sex ed ( pretty short although), indirect mentions of violence, implied angst as well, cursing, reader's bf is an asshole, mentions of break up, mentions of cheating as well

✰ synopsis : your older brother finds you with a guy and well there could be various outcomes

✰ word count : 1.4k+ words

౨���ৎ chan

i feel like chan would be the chill bro

like he loves you, he does but he doesn't want to seem as those cliché annoying brothers so he'll act normal

BUT if the guy ever makes you cry, chan's on his way to the guy's house along with his members

chan would absolutely hate it when you cry because of a guy

he'll not give you space thinking you need a shoulder to cry on and would lay beside you and distract you by playing video games or simply talking to each other

he would find himself getting a bit sad when you're on the phone texting someone but would try to brush it off

everytime a guy even looks at you in a weird way he would glare at them

he even created a whole powerpoint with points and body language of guys. basically mentioning each and every single detail to keep you away from those toxic guys

being the eldest kid, he felt like he has responsibility to look after the younger ones

and he does that everytime. without failure.

౨₊ৎ minho

the moment he sees you with a guy outside the convenient store he would literally have to double take a look

his sister, HIS younger sister with a GUY ???

oh he is so going to tease the hell out of you

he would click a good amount of pictures and smirk like a devil

later on he would confront you about it and blackmail you saying he'll tell it to mom

would make you do every single work assigned to him

and the moment you hesitate he is almost about to fake call mom

would make kissing noises and hand gestures each time you're about to go on a date or facetiming the guy

but when he sees that you unhappy, he's going to have a little chat with the guy

let's say that it did not end well at all

would realize his mistake and mumble sorry everytime he sees you

would do anything to make you forgive him

though his ways were a bit more violent, he knew that the guy anyway didn't deserve you

and that minho is always right with his instincts

౨₊ৎ changbin

the type of brother to literally interrogate the guy

would ask the guy if he works out and if he says no, changbin would throw you a disappointed look telling you could do better

would scold you both and explain about sex education, embarassing the hell out of you

he loves it sm although !

but at the same time he can't help but think of how fast you grew up

would also help you with your outfits

he has the guy warned to drop you home safely and before 9 !!

if the guy ever hurts you, don't worry. changbin has your back

he's also the brother who would feel a bit awkward on how to approach you so he would just quietly sit by your side, watching your favorite movies with you

i swear the moment he sees you laugh it's like he can breathe normally now

he promised himself to never let you cry over a guy again !! must protect

౨₊ৎ hyunjin

the type of brother who would judge the guy and his choice of fashion

would fake gag loudly whenever he sees you blushing and would roll his eyes the moment he sees the guy's face

"please don’t tell me that frog is my future brother in-law"

would constantly spy on you both to figure out what you were both upto

the moment you two break up he would hit you with that "i told you" but when he realizes you don't even react, he would literally let you cry in his arms

would send you a sad playlist to help you let it all out

would sneakily take your phone, get the guy's number and would block him on all socials before sending an annonymous text to the guy

would make goofy faces while dancing just to make you laugh

would let you do his skincare for a month if it means he gets to see you move on from that asshole

౨₊ৎ han

the brother who's jealous that he's still single

would glare whenever you both show pda in front of him

so damn annoyed (x 100)

but at the same time he'll keep an eye on the two of you, especially the guy

the moment you two break up he's gonna be so relieved but ! the realization would hit him and he would walk up to your room and talk to you for hours, helping you get it all out

out of rage he would even write a few diss tracks for the guy and make you listen to it

the moment you start vibing or screaming out the lyrics he would feel like he won in life

the other members know about and would let him pull a taylor swift knowing very well that the guy deserves it

han would probably even post the song online and would anonymously troll the guy

what's a revenge without some fun?

౨₊ৎ felix

brother? no! he's your 4lifer

knows every single gossip of your college and your friends

so it's no surprise that he was the first person that go to know you were dating someone

will most likely start thirdwheeling on your dates

he would even invite the guy over to watch a match

and the moment you break out the news that you both broke up he's literally gonna be even sadder than you

would sigh out loud on purpose and hug you tightly mumbling that he was good company

but the moment you tell him it was the guy's fault, felix would switch up real quick

would throw insults and say speeches on how the guy was a dumbhead and all

jokes apart, he would actually feel guilty for mentioning the guy in front of you and would apologize to you and swears that he'll be careful from now

who needs guys when you have brothers like him?

౨₊ৎ seungmin

he IS the bully

would laugh mockingly at you both and make memes saying how he finds couples cringey

would literally yell out embarrassing things about you to the guy

would even show your baby pictures and snicker

there is no way in hell that he could get a better opportunity of revenge !!

but honestly he's gonna share the gossip that you're dating with the other members just so they can't keep flirting with you

he has grown kinda annoyed

he still can't digest the fact that people find his sister pretty

although, he thinks you are but he loves irritating the hell out of you

being seungmin's sister, he shouldn't expect any less from you

you would fake cry making him panic because if mom finds out it's over !!

and when you cry for a guy, that guy is over

seungmin is very protective when you get sad because of someone else

he would frown and his arms would find your sides, bringing you in his embrace since he knows how much you love his hugs

you're like his little star and he would absolutely feel his heart shatter seeing you sad

౨₊ৎ jeongin

the type of brother who would hate it when you started dating his best friend

would roll his eyes when you take his best friend/ your boyfriend away from him

it was irritating the heck out of him

how dare YOU date HIS friend?

but later on he kind of got used to it

and when the two of you break up it's like time stops for jeongin

not only did you lose your boyfriend, but jeongin lost his best friend in a way too

hurting jeongin's sister was a bad bad move

and poor jeongin felt helpless seeing you looks so miserable for a cheater like that guy

he would take you out to arcades or take you boxing because it's his way of taking his anger out and maybe it might help you as well?

little tmi, it actually did

you could feel yourself healing and getting over that guy and jeongin could feel his sister's crazy antics returnings

so suddenly he felt like he regretted it when you barge in his room wiggle your eyebrows for no reason

he's no less either. he would run behind you like a monkey and tackle you to the ground before tickling you hard

it's weird, how in many ways the annoying part of jeongin shows just how caring he is

hey anon hope you liked this >< i changed the ending to angst although because i love angst (guilty) 🙏🙏

[gimmeurtmi]

dad!minho with your little girl~ (toddler? i don't know a whooole lot abt kids) i think a lot of what he does would remind you of the little things that made you fall in love with him...

(brain is mush, i also almost never write anymore so my grammar is god awful, bear with me~)

always holding her hand: of course out of love and fondness, but even more so to ensure she is always within arms reach, and therefore, safe. he doesn't have to be paranoid though; he knows no harm will come to her as long as he's there. it reminds you of a similar sentiment being expressed on a late walk home together just before he proposed~

chatting and asking her questions: he finds her fascinating. given she's really just learned how to string sentences together, listen, and then respond. more often than not, when you find them, he's sitting with her or leaning down, poking her brain for more. he wants to know what her world looks like. curious about what she sees and notices, what she thinks about and her funny, incredibly opinionated responses. opinions stated as simple fact - the flat, borderline defiant tone reminding you of her father~

spoils her: like i said, watching girldad!minho is like watching him and you early on. and that means she is spoooiled. he's late on the way home (something he typically would not allow)? he's ordering takeout and a movie before he's even home. he finds out her favorite color changed? time to redecorate her room.

the big difference is how soft he's become; of course, we all know min is such a sweetheart. but how deeply that used to be buried. how after your third date, you questioned whether you needed cut your losses, thinking he was entirely uninterested. when in fact, he could just barely breathe when you were near, embarassed of his sweaty palms and certain you could hear his heart pounding. he didn't want to fuck it up-

this facade was broken. it softened greatly as you two became close, but now he's all smiles and giggles. saving his stony gaze for business meetings and car salesmen. he's overflowing with adoration, cherishing every moment with his beautiful girls 🤍

and if you plucked up and asked him one day, he'd respond, stated as simple fact and like there could be no other answer in the universe, "I won't waste one more moment of my life pretending i'm not madly in love with you. my girls, you are my entire world."

-sib 🌸

i literally have nothing to add. girldad!minho is my favourite and this was so so so perfecttttt

especially the redecorating part!! he’d just go ahead and do it as is his silent acts of service way and when she comes home from nursery she’ll see her room all new in her favourite colour and minho will do the whole “oh i have no idea how this happened” and lil lee will go all “i knowwwww you did it! thank you!” and she’ll get all smiley and happy and bouncy and minho thinks she reacts just like you whenever he does something like this for you and he makes a note to himself that he needs to do this everytime the opportunity arises just to see the happiness on his girls’ faces and waaahhhhhhhhhhh 😭😭😭😭😭

[felixicious]

~𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 : Glimpse of Us

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : OT8 x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Angst

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : None that i know of

𝐀/𝐧 : This has been in the makings since i heard the song 😭 I really loved writing this. I tried to keep the lengths same but couldn't do it... Tell me how you like it <33

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​BANG CHAN {방 찬}

cause sometimes I look in her eyes​​, and that's where I find a glimpse of us

​​​​Bang Chan smiled as he watched her talk about whatever it was that interested her at the moment but it suddenly fell when his heart betrayed him and his mind went back to a similar memory but with someone else.... Someone who he wished to forget but failed everytime. He tried it to push it back like he did till now but it resurfaced with the same intensity. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about you, how your eyes lit up when you looked at him and how he loved to look at you and just admire you. It hurt, it hurt too much to think about it and he owed it to the girl in front of him to not think about it but he couldn't stop. He sighed, wondering where it all went wrong, he felt guilty but he wished that it was you who were there with him. It was wrong and he knew that, but he couldn't help it. He missed you and painfully so and everytime he looked at her, all he could think of was the moments he spent with you and how he wanted them back.

LEE KNOW {이 민호}

i'm only here passing time in her arms

Minho didn't realise, he did not think anything of it until one day while he was laying down next to her with her hands combing through his hair did he feel that something wasn't right. He laid there, about to close his eyes only for his gaze to fall on a beanie that you- his ex, had bought him. It wasn't a gift for any special occasion, you had just bought it because you thought he would like it... As he recalled, his mind started to fill with doubt and the fingers that once felt soothing to his scalp started to annoy him, little by little as he thought more and more about it, eventually sitting up.

"Darling what's wrong?" She asked. The affectionate name falling flat as he remembered the previous person who said it. Suddenly craving to hear it from her again.

"Nothing that you need to worry about." He said, giving her a smile that was not more truthful than his words.

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​CHANGBIN {서 창빈}

and I try to fall for her touch, but I'm thinking of the way it was

Changbin felt a hand on his shoulder, gently massaging and relieving the stress he had. He closed his eyes automatically, silently thanking you for your kind gesture. He put his head back against your stomach, only to take your hand and place a soft kiss on it. His eyes opened in confusion as the hand he touched did not feel like you, it was not yours.

"Darling, How does it feel?" The voice said, fueling into his confusion. The voice wasn't yours, it was someone else's- oh... The confusion lead to a realisation, a realisation where he remembered that it wasn't you he was with anymore... It wasn't your loving hands that were massaging him, it was someone else.

"Relaxing..." He sighed, trying to get your image out of head but all he could see and feel was how you helped him, how you made him relax after a day full of work and it was everything that he wanted...

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​HYUNJIN {화 헌진}

maybe you'll start slipping slowly and find me again

The rain was pouring while Hyunjin was walking on the streets of Seoul, alone and listening to music. What he didn't expect was the song to be the one that held bittersweet memories. It was a song that was yours and Hyunjin's, that you both found. As he heard the familiar tune roll in he felt his heart ache, his breathing became hard as the memories came back. He didn't know how you were doing or where you were but he knew that you had someone else now but he didn't know whether you were happy or not, he knew he was being selfish when he hoped that you weren't happy or even close to it. He wanted you to come back to him, he wanted to be with you. He wanted to meet you again, to see you again and he could only wish that you felt the same, he wished that you remembered him, he wished that you would come back to him, he wished for you.

​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​HAN {한 지성}

why then, if she is so perfect, do I still wish that it was you?

"Thank you, honey." Jisung said, leaning back and drinking the warm tea his girlfriend had made him. He was working on a song idea that he had gotten and lost track of time, so it was three in the morning now that he looked up. What he hadn't realised was that she was waiting for him to finish his work and giving him company and just that thought was enough to admire her, she was perfect. Han yawned leaning back on his chair and pulling out his phone which he hadnt checked the whole day when he got a notification that had a name that he did not expect to pop up at that time.

'Y/n made a post'

He had forgotton that ge still followed you and once he saw the post, tgere was no go going back... He started scrolling, reaching back to the posts made when they were taking, there weren't pics of you both but in the other posts, he could find himself whether it was hoodie or a figurine, he was there and you hadn't deleted those. As the posts grew older, his heart grew heavier, he missed it, he missed it too much more than he had realised. He was remembering all tge things you both did, what you did gor him snd even though it wasn't perfect, he craved it, he wanted it back... He wanted you back and all tge imperfections along with you.

​​​​​​​​​​​​FELIX {이 필릭스}

said im fine, said i moved on

Hyunjin laughed as he looked through the pics and videos from a year ago, a new feature that had come up in the phone he used. It really was a good time and he and the others had an off on that day, so they had decided to invite their friends over and have a movie night.

"Hyung what are you laughing at?" Han had asked, going to sit beside him with a curious Felix following as well.

"Its just us, a year ago, today." Hyunjin replied, tilting the phone so that the others could see.

Tge photos and videos were actually really cut and nostalgic until Hyunjin swiped and there came a picture of you with Felix. You were looking at him lovingly while he was laughing at something someone had said. Hyunjin's eyes widened as he quickle swiped again but this time it 2as worse, a video of you two kissing and smiling at each other, looking crazy in love...

"Dont worry Hyunjin, i moved on." Felix replied with a fake laugh and got up, going to get some water all the while thinking how he, in fact, was not fine. At all. On the contrary he was miserable, he miswed you terribly, he wanted to hold you again, to kiss you... He didnt know where things got wrong, he had no clue and that made it all so much worse, the pain from not knowing why something as beautiful as the two of you had gone away... It was a forever doubt in his mind, a question he knew he would ask always... Why things happened the way they did... Why?

SEUNGMIN {김 성민}

tell me he savors your glory, does he laugh the way I did?

It was cold today, very cold in fact and Seungmin had not anticipated this weather when he left his house. He was currently on his way to his favorite café that had just the perfect thing for this weather, his favorite coffee... He would have chosen iced Americano but no matter how tempting it sounded, it was just too cold to do that. He walked fast, trying to warm up his body with one hand in the pocket of his coat and the other playing with his house keys. His breath was a puff of smoke in front of him, giving him an idea of just how cold it was. He saw the cafè approach and smiled, finally, he thought. He went ahead faster to open the door but stopped shortly as he saw something... Or rather, someone inside, with someone else.

It was you, you were inside, sipping your favorite coffee- double espresso shot mocha... He even remembered it, of course he did, he always ordered for you... He smiled a little, you still liked that one, it had tasted so bad when he had tried it once, for you.

He looked back again, still outside, his heart slightly falling as he saw someone sit across you with pastries in their hand, smiling as they did which in turn made you smile and start talking, excitedly, just like you always did with Seungmin.

Taking a deep breath, Seungmin turned around, suddenly not feeling like having coffee anymore and walking away feeling as cold and lonely as the weather around him, only wishing that you will see that it was only Seungmin that was for you and no one else...

JEONGIN {양 덩인}

maybe one day you'll feel lonely, and in his eyes, you'll get a glimpse

"Jeongin?" A familiar voice spoke as he stood outside a hotel, waiting for his friends to join him. He was looking through his phone when someone had taken his attention.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asked, a smile almost forming on his face before he remembered that you both weren't together anymore.

"Oh just here with a friend, you?" You asked, your gentle smile on your face, same as always.

"I am here waiting for the boys," he said as he started walking with you while you nodded. It felt nice to be back like this, but jeongin could still feel something awkward in the silence but it was only natural considering everything.

"Oh... How have you been?"

"I have been good, the usual." He replied, smiling at you, it came easily... He always smiled when he thought if you, he always thought of you, he still loved you but he couldn't express it, not after everything and quite frankly, you didn't deserve it all over again.

"That's nice..." You replied, coming to a stop and turning to face him as he did the same, only staring at each other, none of you speaking anything under a sky full of stars, like two ex-lovers who still loved each other.

"Y/n!" Someone called out your name making you turn around,

"Well, see you again, Jeongin." You said but not making an effort to move.

"See you again." He said nodding slowly as you finally turned around beginning to slightly jog over to the guy who called you and giving him a side hug, smiling as you looked up at him. Jeongin watched as the guy went over to the other side to sit in the car but not before seeing you glance back at him and sitting inside.

Jeongin sighed, going back to look at his phone with thousands of thoughts in his mind but one being louder than the others, thought of him hoping that you see him in the eyes of whoever the guy in front of you was and come back to him.

[themoonandtheprincess]

Farmer's Market Troubles Part 1

"We're taking the word Crank back!" Newt frowns as he messes with a corner on the pamphlet he was just given. The people on it are not infected with the Flare, not ones before or after Gone or healed like he is, and it's apparent in how they're standing. They're shot straight up and proper and too close, almost crowding each other. It's like this new WCKD group wants to keep the infected crammed in with each other, far away from the Immunes in their own lands. Newt thinks of the Scorch. It's not a thought he wants right now. The June sun doesn't help his thoughts either as it heats up his neck and ears and he takes a sip of water as he thumbs through the pamphlet. They insist to be called Cranks, at least by this organization, smiling at the camera with blurbs of their stories that's too coherent to be from a Crank. Newt would never let himself be called a Crank. The language from the Glade was goofy enough. He glances up at the non-infected people running the booth and imagines everyone glowing with color. Like an X-ray, there's a black dot inside of him and it expands and deflates everytime he breathes. He tries to keep it inside him. And it tries to move to his fingertips but he drops the pamphlet and rubs his sweaty hands against his jeans. Touch had became so difficult when the Flare came, like he was burning people too close to him and the feeling never went away, even with years of being cured. Touch and being touched came easy with Thomas but it was frustrating to the point of tears when all he wanted during his sickness was Alby's warm hand squeeze his shoulder or Minho to try to wrestle him without feeling like the black spot in him would bleed out of him like a ink on paper. He would not allow himself to become a Crank. Newt gives himself a moment of clamping his jaw shut and digging his fingernails in his palm with every emotion he's ever had as he looks down at the pamphlet, desperately wanting to tear up the pages onto the new group's lap, the little letters from the paragraph on "How to live normally with the Flare" spelling out Fuck you. But what would that prove, a bitter part of him seethes, that you are, in fact, a Gone, nasty Crank? Newt pauses and looks for new words. I am healed, I am healed, I am healed- He had been for years. Things can always be reversed- They can but this wouldn't be. There are an infinite amount of universes and the one I am in is the one where I am better. With Tommy. There are an infinite amount of universes and you'll never know which one you'll fall into- Infinite could mean anything. Anything could be good. And even amazing, wonderful things. Newt says nothing to the people running the booth as he wills himself to calm down. It would do no good, nothing except rile him up to be here. That was what the whole thing was for. The whole organization. He sets off to find Thomas and their friends.

Minho has his eyes half-closed as he slumps against a tree and lazily opens them as Newt catches himself from stumbling against another tree. Damn it. Why did his bloody limp have to worsen when he was pissed? "Don't kill yourself," he jokes, then tries to redeem himself. "You okay?" "Yeah." He replies, easing himself against the opposite tree. " 'M fine." Thomas shoots Minho a sharp look but says nothing as sucks in his bottom lip staring at Newt- a weird habit he developed in the Maze when he got to thinking too much. Thomas stretches his legs out from under him as Newt does the same as best he can. Their boots knock into each other's and he gives Newt a calming smile. Newt lets out a small breath. "You wandered off for a little too long," he teases. "Minho's getting tired and is being a big baby about it, insisting we drive him home." "Jorge never answered my text if he could." Minho whines. "Should had texted him earlier." All three jump at Brenda's voice as she appears from behind a tree and streches to grab a low hanging branch to swing on. She looks tired from her morning at her Jorge's booth but she continues to swing with a smile. "He's never not busy," she adds. "What brings you three little piggies to the market?" Newt laughs. Again, he thinks of the terrible language of the Glade fourteen year olds who thought they were cool made up. "I went on a run with Minho," Thomas pipes up. "I didn't even know the market was today, so of course I had to call Newt because he loves all this stuff and then he got lost-" "I didn't get lost," Newt interrupts. "I was looking for magic beans." Thomas rolls his eyes and continues. "Anyway, Minho needs to be put down for a nap so could you please drive him home? Newt drove the car here and your house is closer to his then ours. Please?" Brenda and Minho's faces twist into matching cross expressions. It's no secret they don't like each other, but Brenda believes in karma and whether she thinks something good would come to her from driving her annoyance of a friend-of-a-friend home or something bad would happen happen to Minho, she agrees and then adds: "Why can't he just run home?" Minho flicks her ankle as she dangles and she kicks his shoulder. "Because I'm a tired little baby." He whines. She might had said Damn right you are under her breath but Newt couldn't hear over the slight grind of her teeth. Brenda glaces and Thomas, who has puppy dog eyes, then drops down from the tree. "Slim it. Get in the car." She says. Thomas mouths Thank you, I'm sorry as her and Minho leave and Brenda flips him off. For some reason he has a pleased look on his face. He bumps his shoe into Newt's again and it brings him to look up. Thomas as softened against the tree like he'll melt in it and Newt imagines the colors of his surroundings again. The park pulses with pale blue love and life and almost everyone and everything does too. Thomas is in bright hero green and it radiates out of him into everything he touches and everything he loves. They are connected and there is slight worry about it but Newt's loyalty and love for him and engulfs them both. He forces himself back to the ground where it's just him and Thomas and the birds.

[skyechild]

Was It the boogeyman?

𖤐 pairing: Boogeyman!Minho x reader (m/f)

𖤐 genre: horror, smut, nsfw

𖤐 warnings: death mentions, hinted death,

𖤐 wc: 1.9k

𖤐 trope/au: monster/human

𖤐 kinks: somnophilia & Predator/Prey (choking at the end)

𖤐 notes: Day 1 for Kinktober and creature feature, hosted by @kwanisms goodluck dudes.

𖤐Tags: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan

Minho grins as he watches you from the corner of your room, relaxed in a chair as his eyes glow. He knows hes scaring you but he thrives off of it. The fear in your scent everytime you catch the glow of his eyes. Everytime he watched you reach for the light hed disappear. He was going to drive you insane, thats what he wanted.

His teeth glint in the darkness when the moonlight is aimed just right. Tonight he was planning on seeping into your dreams, as soon as your eyes closed he was going to slip into your dreams. His lips curl as he watches you turn over, back facing him. He takes that moment to stand up and slip into your mind.

He hides in the dark corner of your mind till you fall asleep. Once the grey smoke appears he knows its time. He grinned, making his form into shadows as he takes a quick look around. A swing set? He smiles, the corner of his lips curling as he flicks his hand, watching a swing start to move. He inhales quietly as he notices you jump at the sight. He adjusts your nightmare to his liking before he approaches, changing from shadows to a black suit, a small cloak around him.

"Hello." He leans closer, hood up as he comes face to face. His face is still hidden as he talks to you, watching the fear send a shiver down your spine. He keeps his form in the dream even as he removes himself physically. He slips onto the bed, shifting you back onto your back. Youve both done this before, you enjoyed it, even if you didnt know what he looked like.

"Boo." He grins as he hears you scream, taking off down a trail into the woods, walking behind you and laughing as he watches you stumble over some branches. "Youre so clumsy." He calls out, crossing his arms. "Who are you?" He hears you yell and he laughs quietly. "The boogeyman." His laugh is louder this time as you shriek, tripping over a tree. "Keep running little one, you wont like it when i catch you." He coos, humming shortly after.

He licks his lips as he slips a sharp claw down your stomach to your underwear and ripping them as he pushes your legs apart before they turn into hands. His eyes close, inhaling deeply as he leans his head down, humming at the scent of you closer. You smelled so good. He shifts himself, laying on his stomach between your legs, pushing your thighs up and out, leaving you spread open for him.

He watches you pick yourself back up, your eyes teary when you glanced back at where he is. "This is so much fun little one." He teases as he keeps a decent distance between the two of you. He moves his hand, a cat appearing by his side. "Im sending my favorite after you." He can hear your breath hitch even from the current distance.

He leans down, pressing his tongue against your core, digging his nails into your thighs at the taste, a soft groan leaving his lips at the taste. He shifts his hold, wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you tight against his face as he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, lip curling into a smirk as you jolt.

He watches as your legs get weak for a moment as you run. He sends off the cat at his side. It taking off after you. "Better run quick little toy." He tucks his hands into his pockets as he follows, walking a bit faster. After all his favorite part is coming up. He purrs quietly at the thought. He smells the blood before he hears your cry. Dori mustve gotten you with his claws. He hums, picking up his pace again, tempted to start skipping.

He hums against your cunt, sucking on your clit softly before his tongue follows the line of your slit, dipping in you for a moment before pulling back out, sucking on one of your folds as he slid a finger into your core, curling it as he kept his eyes locked on yours, lips quirking once he saw your brows furrow. Minho hummed against your cunt as he sucked on your clit, moving his finger quicker as you squirmed.

He hums as he follows the scent of your blood, licking his lips. Hes added a bit of pep, fighting the urge to skip. "Keep running little one!" He moved his hand, Dori appearing back at his side again as he hummed. "Im going to pull my angel away from you."

 It wont change anything, he will be able to sniff you out by the blood if Dori doesnt follow you scent quicker. He makes his walk into a quicker walk, eyes scanning the place as he looked around. He knows youre probably in a cabin thats around here. After all youve been running for a bit, maybe you got yourself lost? Thatd be luck on his side.

He hums against your cunt again, slipping another finger into you, curling them up and grinning as you gasped, shifting your hips up towards his fingers and pressing against his mouth more.The messier the better. Minho loves when youre messy, your cum, his spit, something his own cum. That was his favorite. He likes marking you as his play toy. Smearing his cum all over your cunt and lower stomach. He almost purrs at the thought but he pulls his head back and adds another finger. He needs to make sure your spread out enough for his cock.

He comes across a cabin and pauses, seeing if he can hear your footsteps still running through the forest. No luck. Maybe youve tried to hide in here? He pushes open the door. “Its pretty obvious that youll lose if you hid in the first place youve found.” He calls out, Dori trotting out infront of him as he steps inside. He doesnt hear your breathing so he pauses. He will still take a look. While he curses that he cant hear heartbeats, he does like hearing the hitch of breaths of his victims. Mostly kids, theyre so easy to scare. He scours the house carefully, Dori not having left the door, eyes watching Minho with an unimpressed look.

He adds another finger quickly after. His favorite part of these nights was making you cum at the climax of the dream. How you dont wake up before is impressive. Minho shoves his pants and underwear down to mid thigh. Leaning over you he grabs the lube he knows you keep in the drawer of your desk. He grins as he sits back, removing his fingers before letting spit fall onto your pussy, spreading it across your folds, shoving a bit inside you as well before lathering his cock in the lube, a sinister grin on his lips as he grinds his cock through your folds.

Its his favorite part now. Its close to your climax and the end of the chase, meaning he can teleport places now. He hops to the next cabin, hearing the hitch of your breath at the sound of the door. “Hope youve hidden well kitten.” He grins, eyes glowing brighter. “Once i catch you, its Game Over.” He hums as he searches through the house, walking slowly, making his footsteps heavy. Eager to smell the fear as the steps got closer.

He grins at the soft whimper that you let out at his cock brushing against your clit. He shifts your legs, pushing them apart more with one hand and the other spreading your folds to watch as he pressed in, watching your back arch a bit at the stretch. He hums quietly and licks his lips as he watches himself disappear inside you, a soft huff leaving his mouth as his hips met the backs of your thighs.

He smelled the fear get stronger as he got closer to your hiding spot. "I smell you~" He sung, cooing as he stopped at the door to the basement, grinning as he knocked three times. "Im coming for you Y/n." He hummed as he pushed the door open and walking down the stairs, eyes fixing so he could see, a smirk on his lips. "I hope you hid well little one." He giggled softly as he heard you try and muffle your whimper. "I hear you~" He stopped once he stepped off the last step, his body heating up in excitement. Hes so close.

He pulled his hips back, snapping his hips once, double checking that you were still asleep before his lips quirked into a smirk. He wrapped your legs around his waist, speeding up the movements of his hips as he placed hands next to your waist to stabilize himself and hummed as you clenched around him. His eyes watched as your breathing sped up and your hips jerked up and matched one of his thrusts.

He hummed as he looked around the room, walking around the edge of the rooms, checking cabinets and boxes, anywhere he believed youd be able to hide. He stood infront of the last dresser and grinned. "Come out little one." He teased, knocking on the door a few times, hearing the whimper you tried to muffle again followed but your breathing getting fast.

He grinned, watching as your breathing followed your pace in the dream, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth as you squirmed against him, his cock hitting your g spot as he licked the pad of his thumb and pressed it against you clit before moving it in quick circles. He could tell you were getting closer by how you body was moving and the sweat along your hair line. You were meeting his hips unconsciously, moans getting louder and sounding choked and high pitched.

Minho ripped open the closet doors, glowing eyes meeting yours with sinister grin. "Boo." He heard you scream before he wrapped his hand around your throat, cutting off the scream and yanking you out of the closet and onto the floor infront of him. "You cant hide from me." He crouched down, pulling off his hood to reveal spiders. After all, he brought whatever your biggest fear was to life. He cut off the scream again, laughing as he watched the fear in your face and the struggling, the attempt to get get out of his choking hold. "Stop screaming, youll make me mad." He frowned, face shifting into your fears. Gripping your throat and bringing you closer to his face. The fears were in your head.

He grinned as you came around his cock, clenching around him, covering your mouth as you screamed, pressing his hips as close as he could, purring as he leaned over you and bit down on your neck as he came. He never understood how you didnt come whenever he fucked you. Was he not hard enough? Was his dream too strong? He hummed, ego inflating at the last thought.

Minho grinned, squeezing tighter around your throat as he watched your face turn red before it slowly lost color, the life leaving your eyes and he felt his body vibrating in excitement. "Goodnight Y/n." He cooed as he let you go, watching you crumble backwards, a smile on his lips.

[the7thcrow]

600 degrees

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pairing: bang chan x (fem) reader

summary: you can’t cook. like, really can’t cook. good thing your cute neighbour is here to help clean up the mess.

word count: 5.1k

genre: neighbours au. strangers to lovers. the fluffiest of fluff, slightly suggestive.

warnings: a make-out session, bad humour, minho being a twat of a roommate, and tooth-rotting fluff.

rating: 14+

a/n: hi guys! hope you enjoy this one, it’s so much more wholesome and fluffy than what i usually write, but I'm pretty happy about it. don’t by shy to send me an ask or leave a comment. anything you have to say, I would love to hear. :)

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“Fine. Since you won’t come, at least enlighten me on how you plan to keep yourself busy?” Minho asks, casually leaning against your kitchen island. He stares at you, with that familiar condescending smirk you’ve seen far too many times.

“I don’t know,” you state, rolling your eyes. Rising to your feet, you head over to your shared refrigerator, pulling a bottle of Sangria out of the fridge. “But I’m sure I’ll find something.”

“You know, if you want to drink, you could at least do it at the party.” Minho approaches you from behind, placing both his hands on your shoulders. “It’s a lot less sad that way.”

You slap his hand away, letting out a frustrated groan at the laughter he lets out from his own joke. “I get out plenty, quit acting like I’m some lonely cat lady,” you say, grabbing your favourite wine glass from the cupboard. “I like parties, I just don’t like Jisung’s parties. They always get way out of hand.”

“But Y/N,” Minho wines, picking up your freshly poured glass and taking a sip, earning himself a glare. “I never said you were a cat lady, just the lonely part.”

At that you snatch the glass away from his hands. Not wanting to deal with this torment any longer, you walk back to your comfortable, worn-in spot on the couch.

“You know I’m right,” he says, continuing despite the fact you begin to turn up the volume of the television. “And the only way you’re going to change that is by accompanying me to Jisung’s loud, out of hand parties.”

You turn to face him, raising your eyebrows. “Somehow, I doubt my soulmate associates himself with Han Jisung.”

“Well that can’t be right, because I associate myself with Han Jisung?”

“Shut up, Minho.”

Your roommate snickers to himself as he opens the fridge, taking a quick glance at everything - or for a better term, lack of anything - inside. “What are you even going to eat? There’s nothing leftover from last night.”

“I’ll make something,” you say. Frankly, you had expected the outburst of laughter, but that didn’t do anything to simmer down your growing annoyance.

“Make something?” Minho laughs, giving you an incredulous stare. “Y/N, I’ve lived with you for two years and I don’t think I’ve seen you cook anything once.”

“Hey, I can cook,” you return, wrinkling your nose. “But why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

At this, it’s Minho’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, okay, I take that back. I don’t want you to come, have fun curling up on the couch alone with your three cats.”

“They’re literally yours.”

“Whatever,” he says, opening your front door. “Just don’t burn the apartment down, alright?”

As he closes the door, you flip him off. At first, you aren’t sure if he saw, but you’re given your answer as his laughter echoes down the hallway, fading as he walks further away.

You scowl. Of course you can cook. Well, at the very least, well enough to make a meal for one on a saturday night. Minho didn’t know what he was talking about.

Minho. Your best friend and roommate for the last two years. Man, does the guy have a way of pushing your buttons. You love him, of course. In the weird, bickering, just short of volatile friendship sort of way the two of you had developed.

Still, you can’t deny that even with his painfully irritable nature, he is still a good friend. No matter how many times you say no, he always offers to take you anywhere he goes. He pushes you out of your comfort zone. He’s there to console you when a date goes bad, or you failed a test you studied hard for. He makes all his meals for two, just because he doesn’t want you to live solely off shitty take-out.

He’s your rock. Your platonic other half. Your closest companion.

Which means you are going to prove him wrong, and then rub it in his face as much as you possibly can. Of course, because that’s what friends are for.

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Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. Or, at the very least, it was going to be exceedingly more difficult now that your apartment was full of smoke.

Covering your nose with one hand, you take the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. If you can even call them that, as they now held a far closer resemblance to that of hockey pucks. Both in looks, and what you could assume in taste, as well.

Okay, you know chocolate chip cookies don’t really count as a decent meal, but they are the only thing you remember how to cook from when you lived at home. Or maybe you didn’t remember, based on the tray of failure sitting in front of you.

Then, to make matters even worse, your fire alarm starts going off.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. Now you are going to have to go to the front desk, let them know everything is okay.

Maybe Minho was right, you should’ve just went to Jisung’s stupid party and eaten something there. Putting all the other painful aspects of Han’s parties aside, Felix was his roommate, so the horderves were always excellent.

They were better than your hockey puck cookies, anyway.

Letting out a disappointed sigh, you open your apartment door, prepared to get a rough scolding from the lady working the front desk. However, you are surprised to find a man standing in front of you, his hand in the air, as if he were about to knock.

“Hi,” he says, awkwardly putting his hand back down at his side. He has messy platinum blonde hair, and soft eyes. He’s cute, and the realization quickly makes you recognize him.

“You’re my neighbor,” you say, pointing a finger at him. It’s not until he doesn’t respond immediately that you realize it was a strange thing to say. Obviously, he knows he’s your neighbor, and he might be a little offended you didn’t recognize him immediately.

Then again, the two of you had never really talked before. Everytime you would pass each other in the hall, he’d always give a polite nod and continue walking. Sometimes you’d try to say hello, or start a small conversation, but he always disappeared quickly. It had gotten to the point where you assumed he had some strange, unwarranted grudge against you.

So, it was safe to say that you were more than just a little surprised to find him at your door.

“Uh, yeah, I am. Are you okay? I thought I smelt something burning, and then I heard the fire alarm go off.” He asks, peeking behind you into your apartment, seeing if he can catch sight of any flames.

Instead, his eyes land on your tray of butchered cookies, and he… smirks?

“Oh,” he says, attempting to hide the smile growing on his face. “Having some cooking trouble?”

You stare at him for a moment, watching as his lips pursed together, stifling a chuckle. “Are you...” you begin, your jaw dropping slightly. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No,” he looks down at you, finally letting his grin free. “I would never.”

“Yeah, okay,” you frown, already not enjoying that sarcastic look on his face. You thought you’d be able to avoid that humiliating look considering Minho wasn’t here, but apparently not.

 “As you can see, it’s nothing. So if you’ll excuse me,” you continue, attempting to move past him. “I need to go get my neck rung by the lady at the front desk,” However, he doesn’t budge from his place in your door frame. You cast him a glare, which only makes his smile grow wider.

“Nah, don’t worry, I’ll go let her know,” he says, already turning to walk down the hall. You open your mouth to object, but he casts a glance over his shoulder, snickering. “You focus on cleaning up whatever those black lumps were supposed to be.”

You stand in your doorway, dumbfounded as your neighbor disappears down the complex staircase. Who did this guy think he was, openly laughing at your current predicament? Sure, if the roles were reversed, there’s no doubt that you would do the same. But that isn’t the point.

No. The point is that you are not impressed by the audacity of this stranger, and you are going to make sure that this distaste is known.

Grumbling to yourself, you dump the still smoking cookies in the trash can. It’s a shame, really. You’d thought you were doing so well, too. You thought this would be your chance to prove Minho wrong. Minho. Oh, he would be having an absolute hay day if he were here right now, and the thought only makes your scowl deepen.

“Well,” your neighbor calls from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. He reappears in the open door frame, sticking his neck inside, but not fully crossing the threshold into your apartment. “She’s not thrilled, but the alarm didn’t trigger the main system’s sprinklers, so you’re good.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

The man smiles. “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly were you trying to make anyway?”

An embarrassed blush casts itself over your cheeks. “Chocolate chip cookies,” you mumble, not meeting his eyes.

He lets out a burst of laughter, smiling widely. You can’t help but notice that he had a cute smile, dimples on both of his cheeks, eyes crinkled. Not that you were looking. Not that you cared, obviously.

“How’d you manage to mess up chocolate chip cookies that badly?”

“I don’t know,” you say, shrugging your shoulders helplessly. “You tell me.” You gesture towards the oven. Your neighbor smirks, walking inside your apartment. He bends down in front of your oven, before taking a look inside.

“Well, nothing seems to be wrong in there…” he starts, before glancing up at the set temperature. “Oh,” he states, before looking back at you, his eyes full of pity. “Oh boy.”

“What?” You ask defensively.

“The temperature. You forgot to convert it from celsius to fahrenheit. See?” He says, leaning away from the oven to give you a closer look. “So you thought you were cooking them at 350 degrees fahrenheit, when in reality they were at over 600 degrees.”

“Oh my god,” you say, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I don’t know,” the guy shrugs. “You could have burnt your apartment down, so I’d consider it a win. You’re lucky I got here on time.”

You cast him a scowl, although you can’t seem to relinquish the faintest hint of a smile creeping onto your lips. You know damn well you wouldn’t have started a fire, and that the man showing up really didn’t stop anything but an uncomfortable conversation with the front lady. You are also sure that he is fully aware of this too, which makes your smirk grow wider. Alright, you’ll play along.

“Right, what ever would I do without you?” you say sarcastically, causing your neighbor to playfully roll his eyes. He leans against your kitchen counter, relaxing slightly.

“Does my saviour have a name?” You ask, opening the fridge to take a look at what’s inside. You feel your stomach rumble, taking a glance at the clock to see that it was already past 9:00.

“It’s Chris,” he smiles, leaning over your shoulder. “So what are you going to eat, now that you’ve successfully butchered the easiest recipe known to man?”

“Hey!” You snipe. “That is certainly not the easiest recipe known to man.”

“Fine, fine,” Chris says, putting his hands up in defense. “Maybe not the easiest, but it’s definitely up there. But putting that aside, what are you going to eat? Because I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever seen a fridge so empty.”

You want to quip back at him, but he’s right. Minho usually does the grocery shopping, but because of Jisung’s party tonight he wasn’t planning on cooking anything.

“Good question,” you sigh, closing the refrigerator door before leaning your back against it. “Maybe I’ll just order some take out. I don’t think my pride can handle another failure.”

Chris smiles. “Or, I have an idea,” he says, his eyes glinting. He heads over to your apartment door, and for a moment you worry that he’s leaving.

No, you’re not worried. You’re curious. That’s all. You were curious whether or not he was leaving, nothing more.

When Chris returns, he has his arms full of ingredients. Spinach, penne, tomato sauce, cream, a variety of spices. The list goes on, and he stumbles slightly, almost dropping the surplus of food onto your kitchen floor. Imagining the mess, you rush over to help him, placing the load of groceries onto the counter.

“I don’t know if you couldn’t tell before,” you say, motioning to your overflowing counter. “But I really can’t cook. I have no clue what to do with any of this.”

“That’s no problem,” Chris smiles, already separating the food into different groups. “I’ll help you.”

“No, no, no. I can’t ask you to do that,” you say, waving your hands in protest. You step in front of him, squeezing yourself between his chest and the kitchen counter, preventing him from reaching any of the ingredients. “You’ve already dealt with the desk lady for me, and brought over all these groceries. You’ve done more than enough.”

He smiles, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and effortlessly moving you to the side. “Why would I bring you these groceries if I knew you couldn’t do anything with them?” When you don’t respond, he continues. “Seriously, it’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. Just let me help you.”

You sigh in defeat, ignoring the way your heart begins to beat faster in your chest. “Alright,” you say, grabbing Minho’s cutting board from the cupboard. “Let’s do this, then.”

~~~~

An hour later, you find yourself sitting on top of your kitchen counter, Chris stationed by the stove working on the pasta sauce. You had genuinely tried to help in the beginning, you really did. But after Chris criticized your (awful) cutting technique, and said he didn’t exactly trust you to do anything else, you gave up.

Besides, you don’t have a problem watching him work. Over the last hour, you’ve come to learn that Chris is an absolute whiz in the kitchen. Moving from place to place, adding spices by intuition and nothing more. This wasn’t something you could have managed to make yourself in a million years, and it’s obvious that if you tried to assist him right now, you’d only get in the way.

Of course, you’ve learned a lot more about Chris in the last hour than just that. Where he grew up, his hobbies, what he was currently studying at the university. Music theory, as you’d learned. As cool as it sounded, Han had managed to tarnish your image of music majors, but you suppose you could give Chris a chance.

“It’s almost done,” Chris says, glancing over his shoulder to look at you.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” you reply, leaping off the counter to stand beside him.

“What, no ‘thank you, Chris?’ No, ‘what ever would I have done without you, Chris?’” He mocks offence, placing a hand on his heart.

“It’s not even done yet. I’ll thank you after I try it, I promise.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Ah, so you’re only thankful if you like it. I see how it is,” Chris says, crossing his arms in front of himself, pouting his lower lip slightly.

“Guess so,” you say, crossing your own arms mockingly. Chris smiles, those cute little dimples of his dancing across his cheeks.

Then you feel it, that little jump of your heart. The faintest skip of a beat that you’d familiarized yourself with over the last hour. That little hint of anticipation that makes you decide that you are, even if only slightly, a bit interested in Chris.

After all, he’s funny and sweet. Can carry a conversation well, and to understate it, undeniably easy on the eyes. That’s more than enough to give him a chance.

Most of all, however, you like that little flare between the two of you. The sarcasm, the banter. It doesn’t feel the same as when Minho does it, slightly condescending and done purely to harbour your annoyance. No, this is different. It is a challenge. He wants you to quip back, to push further. To make him smirk, or laugh, or roll his eyes.

“Alright, fine then,” he says, taking the large wooden spoon and scooping up some of the pasta sauce. “Tell me if this is up to par, your majesty.”

You aren’t sure if he wants you to take the spoon, or let him hold it for you as you take a bite. You decide to take the gamble, gently moving your lips around the spoon, tasting the sauce. You glance up at Chris, a small look of surprise on his face. However, you don’t miss the flash of something behind his eyes. The faintest hint of affection, interest.

The sauce itself is delicious. A perfect blend of tomato, basil and cream. You hum contently, giving him a thumbs up.

“Chris, this is amazing,” you praise, admiring the small blush that sprinkles his cheeks.

“It’s really nothing,” he says, diverting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck, shyly.

“No, seriously,” you say, taking the spoon from his hand and scooping some of the sauce up yourself. “Try it.” You hold the spoon out in front of him, and he raises his eyebrows slightly. Your gaze remains firm. A challenge.

Hesitantly, he takes the bite, not breaking eye contact as he does so. You stare at him, watching the way his lips move around the spoon, the intensity of his gaze. The action itself should be innocent, yet you feel a warmth rise to your cheeks.

Chris swallows, taking his lips off the spoon. For a moment, neither of you say anything. You can feel the change in the atmosphere of the room. The spark between you two being brought alight.

You swallow hard. “So?” You ask quietly.

“Yeah, it’s good. Very good,” he says back, his voice low and raspy. He goes to take the spoon from you, and his hand lingers a moment, his thumb trailing the skin of your knuckles.

You feel yourself lean in slightly, fully prepared to take the leap, when suddenly he breaks away from you, eagerly taking a few steps back. He looks away, placing a hand on his face, as if he were ashamed.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know you’re seeing someone, we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m sorry,” he babbles, completely turning away from you.

You open your mouth to say something, but no words come out. Seeing someone? Where the hell could he have possibly gotten that idea?

“Seeing someone?” You ask, incredulously voicing your thoughts. You grab him by the shoulder, turning him around. “Why do you think I’m seeing someone?”

Chris still refuses to meet your eyes, instead focusing intently on the wall behind you. “The guy that lives here- Minho - aren’t you two?”

“Minho?” You gape, contorting your face in a look of pure disgust. “Ew, gross! No! Believe me, I am not dating Minho, I’d genuinely rather stick this spoon in my eye,” you exclaim, lifting up the utensil.

At that Chris finally looks at you, wearing his own look of pure confusion. “Wait, really? But whenever I hear you guys out in the hall, the two of you are always so… flirty.”

“Flirty?” You laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement. “If by flirty you mean he teases me literally every god damn second of every day, then yeah sure, I guess. But believe me, there is absolutely nothing romantic about that. Not in the least.”

Chris shakes his head, a smile forming at the corners of his lips. “Wow. I am such an idiot,” he sighs, a rediscovered lightness to his tone.

“No, no. Don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “Anyone could make that mistake, I guess. It’s really no big-”

“No, it’s not just that,” he cuts you off. “That’s why I’ve never talked to you before now.”

“You never talked to me because you thought that me and Minho were dating?” You ask, slightly confused. Even if you were dating, you didn’t see why that would stop him from starting a conversation with you. “Why?”

“Well,” he sighs, his cheeks reddening further. “I thought you were pretty, and based on the way you always quipped back at him, clever and funny as well. I don’t know, it just felt wrong to try and build a friendship with you, knowing how I already felt a little....”  

You smirk, drawing yourself slightly closer to him. “A little what?”

His smile transforms itself from embarrassed to a sly grin of his own. “A little into you, I guess.”

“It really is a shame,” you shrug, trying to hide the excitement building in your chest. “Because here I was, thinking my cute neighbor had some irrational grudge against me.”

Chris leans in, so the two of you are only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the strong fragrance of his cologne. Sharp with lemon zest and mint.

“We could always make up for lost time, you know,” he says, his eyes flashing with mischief.

That is all the invitation you need to break the space between the two of you. You press Chris’ lips against your own, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other along the line of his jaw. His lips are soft, you notice. Tender in the slow rhythm the two of you develop.

He runs his hands up along your figure. One of them finding itself locked in your hair, the other placed firmly on the curve of your lower back. Gently, he leads the two of you away from the stove, placing you so that your back is pressed up against the kitchen counter.

You run your hand down along his chest, reveling in the groan he let’s out as your fingers trail down his lower abdomen. The sound is electricity pulsing through you, charging the room and igniting the atmosphere around the two of you.

His lips leave yours, trailing your jaw before making their way down your neck. Each individual kiss is slow and sultry, sending a shiver down your spine. You take a deep breath to stable yourself, and it does not go unnoticed.

Chris smirks, shifting his gaze to meet yours. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown out with desire. “You know, if we keep this up, the pasta sauce is going to burn,” he says, letting his fingers trail along your collarbone.

“Let it,” you shrug. “I wasn’t hungry anyways.”

Chris laughs at this, leaning forward so his face brushes the crook of your neck. “Yeah, right,” he says, allowing his lips to dust your skin. Suddenly, he bites down, not enough to break through the skin, but certainly enough to leave a small mark.  

You laugh, running your hands in his hair, half-heartedly pulling him off of your neck. “Hey! That hurt,” you exclaim, only half serious.

“Sorry,” he grins, before crashing his lips into yours once again. The pace between the two of you is much faster now, each kiss more passionate. More promising. Your desire rings through you, clouding your mind in a hazy fog of lust. It is dizzying, just how much you want him at this moment.

You're certain he feels the same way, given in how tightly he grips your thigh, his breath ragged every time you break apart. It is messy. Greedy. The two of you so deeply wanting more. More of each other.

You’re about to ask if he wants to move this to the bedroom, when suddenly the apartment door swings open. It’s almost comical, how quickly you and Chris break apart, springing to opposite ends of the kitchen.

“I hate to say it, but you were right,” Minho calls as he walks inside, not yet glancing up from his phone screen. “Shit got out of hand. Someone managed to break the pool table, don’t even ask how, I don’t know either. Almost gave Felix an aneurysm. I swear the kid was about to cry, poor guy. Han had to shut everything down. So you really didn’t miss out on-” Minho stops as he sees Chris, a confused yet bemused expression crossing his face.

“Oh, hey Chan,” he says, causing you to give Chris a look.

“A nickname,” Chris mouths to you, as discreetly as he possibly can.

“What are you doing over here?” Minho asks him, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. He has that smug smirk on his face that makes you want to punch him.

“Oh, well…” Chris starts, casting you a glance. “Y/N made some food, and there was too much of it, so she invited me over.”

“Really?” Minho asks, caught off guard. He walks past you and Chris, staring at the pasta and sauce currently sitting on the oven burners. “You’re saying Y/N made this?”

“Well, yeah?” Chris says, feigning confusion. “Of course, I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Why?”

You have to stop yourself from laughing, looking at the expression of utter bewilderment on Minho’s face. Minho glances at you, narrowing his eyes, before sighing.

“Well then, I guess you proved me wrong on two things tonight, Y/N,” he says, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he begins to scoop some of the penne into his dish.

“Oh, you said there was a lot,” Minho responds, raising one eyebrow. “Can I not have some?”

“Sorry, go ahead,” you say, still slightly flustered by the abruptness of his entrance. Minho finishes filling his bowl and takes a seat at the kitchen island. As he begins to eat, the room is filled with a rather tense silence. You and Chris share an awkward look, unsure of what to do next.

Minho looks up from his dish, glancing between the two of you.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, grabbing his bowl and standing up from his chair. “I’m going to go eat this in my room. Have fun you two.”

Before you can say anything, Minho disappears around the corner, down the hallway leading to his room. You turn back towards Chris. The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

“He’s a bit of a mood-killer, huh?” You say, grabbing two bowls from the cupboard, offering him one.

Chris nods in thanks as he takes the bowl from your hands. “Just a little bit,” he laughs, beginning to scoop some of the pasta into both of your dishes.

The two of you take a seat at your counter, spending the meal talking and laughing. Nothing else, the moment has passed, but that doesn’t bother you. You enjoy Chris’ presence. His quick humour and thoughtful conversation.

It really is something that you could get used to, you decide.

After you’re done eating, you walk Chris over to the door, handing him his surplus of spice bottles and leftover spinach.

“Thank you for doing all this, seriously. The food was delicious, you’re seriously gifted. And also, thank you for covering for me, I really didn’t feel like listening to Minho die laughing over the burnt cookies,” you admit.

“It’s no problem, really,” Chris smiles. He shifts all the spices over to his right arm, letting his free hand fall down to his side. Softly, he takes your hand in his, letting your fingers intertwine.

“Listen,” he continues, shyly looking up from your hands to meet your eyes. “If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, you’re welcome to come over for a proper dinner. You know, so I can show you what I can actually make when it’s not a last minute attempt at salvaging a meal.”

You smile a goofy, genuine grin. “That sounds good to me,” you say. Hesitantly, you lean forwards, planting a soft, innocent kiss on his lips.

As you break apart, he hums contently. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, thanks for today. You made my night, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Chris.” You watch as he walks over to his apartment door, which is of course, only a few meters away from your own. When he disappears into his own apartment, you sigh, closing your own door behind you. You lean against the frame, letting out a shaky breath, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It’s been so long since you’ve held any genuine interest in someone, you feel almost giddy.

That is until you see Minho, leaning against the corner of the kitchen wall, watching you with his cheshire smirk.

“Dinner tomorrow, huh?” He asks, walking into the kitchen and scooping himself the last of the pasta.

“What about it?” You retort, not giving in to that pestering look in his eyes.

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure it’ll be good, considering Chan clearly made this,” Minho says, shoveling some of the pasta into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard.

“Save it, the lady at the front desk told me you almost set the apartment on fire,” Minho laughs as you pour the wine.

You let out a groan, handing him his glass. “God dammit.”

“Don’t blame her though,” he smiles, leaning back and taking a sip. “I wouldn’t have believed you could have cooked that anyway.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“Had me fooled for a second there though,” he says, patting you on the head. “But more importantly, you like Chan huh?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right. Nice hickey, by the way,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows.

You pull up the collar of your shirt, casting him a glare. “Okay, maybe I do,” you shrug. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing,” he replies, before taking a second to think. “Just please don’t fuck him or anything tomorrow. Walls are thin.”

You laugh, taking your glass of wine and flopping yourself back down on the living room couch.

“Shut up, Minho.”

~

thanks for reading loves <3

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Stray Kids reaction to public sex ~

Warnings: SMUT! fem!reader x skz, teasing, public sex, fingering, degredation, nicknames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, (consensual) somnophilia, blowjob, explicit language, explicit sexual content

Requested: yeeeyeee thank u anon~

Note: NOW HEAR ME OUT,,, not all of these are PUBLIC. some are like... semi-public or a place which chance of getting caught SO yeah..

also covid got me forgetting how airplanes look AHSHAHA also some of these scenarios are shorter than others so pweasie forgive me :((

(Gif does not belong to me)

Bangchan

The movie theater was dark and half empty. Blue light emitted from the big screen onto Bangchan’s angelic face as you rubbed your thighs together in desperation. You didn’t want to interrupt the cute boy, him being totally immersed in the movie and not noticing you shifting in your seat. Suddenly you felt his big hand land on your exposed thigh to which you whimpered, catching him off guard. He turned around with a questionable expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. 

You grabbed the wrist of his hand and guided it under your skirt. He furrowed his brows at your action but as soon as he felt your clothed dripping cunt he smirked a devilish grin, his gaze turning evil. Pushing the fabric aside he grazed your wet folds, forcing you to muffle a moan by biting your finger. 

“What if I finger you right here?”

Minho

You tried to hold on to anything but the wall of the dressing room was completly bare, only a mirror that displayed you getting pounded from behind by Minho. The cocky boy could see your roseate cheeks and pained expression which only made him hornier, if that’s even possible. His grip on your hip would certainly leave marks and so would the wall, your cheek pressed up against it. Minho hissed as he neared his release, slamming your body against his hips and down his veiny length. The whines erupted after his hand snaked around and started circling your swollen bud. In a raspy voice, he whispered out loud enough for only you to hear.

“Shut up, slut” 

Changbin

The ride was bumpy, especially with 7 rowdy boys in the front of the van. Evening summer road trips with the boys occurred often but what didn’t was Changbin fingering you in the back of the van. The open window let in a cool breeze in the stuffy van, giving you opportunity to breathe before Changbin’s fingers curled up inside you. You looked at him with a glint in your eyes and nodded carefully when he looked at you, asking for premission to go harder with just his brown orbs. 

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from moaning out loud for all the boys to hear which Changbin enjoyed. He enjoyed seeing your pained expression and your desperate attempts to hold back from slamming him against the seat and riding him. His fingers entered and reentered your sopping cunt at a pace fast enough to make the other boys wonder about your broken noises.

“y/n, you good?” Felix said while playing on his switch, not letting his eyes off the screen. 

“She’s good, right y/n?” he smirked at you as he grazed your g-spot. 

Hyunjin

The sign for seatbelts was lit in red on the display above your head. What didn’t help the situation was how Hyunjin’s hand traced on your thigh, making you shiver everytime he came close to the place you wanted him the most. You were looking out on the clouded landscape outside the cirular window of the airplane, trying to distract any lewd thoughts but you were simply to weak from Hyunjin’s touch. 

“Help me out y-y/n” he said, grabbing your hand and putting in on his hard-on.

Your eyes widened as you looked around suspiciously in the cramped plane before looking at Hyunjin with unease. He smiled at your reaction before he put his hand over yours, rubbing himself against your palm. 

“Please..?”. How could you say no to those eyes? Hell, you were getting turned on from seeing him so desperate for you in a public space, his whimpers being loud for anyone to hear. 

“Meet me in the lavatory in 5, ok?” you tilted your head as you stood up, removing your hand from his erection. He nodded and smiled. 

Jisung

“Jisung, not now” you whispered, leaning towards his ear. 

He smirked with arrogance filling his dark brown eyes as he continuted to rub your inner thigh, not giving a shit about who saw. It wasn’t until his fingers lightly grazed your soaked clothed cunt that you let out a small whimper. You thought nobody heard but oh were you wrong. 

“y/n, are you ok?” Chan asked as he was eating, looking at the other boys around the table before his gaze lingered on you and Jisung. 

“I’m fine, the foods just spicy” you lied to his face as you coughed. 

The other boys shrugged it off, continuing to laugh and make fun of each other as they ate and watched some bad reality show. They were busy but so were you, busy trying to hold back from moaning everytime Jisung’s fingers entered you making your pussy squelch as your juices covered his long digits. You were grabbing onto the chair as hard as you could, biting the inside of your cheek as you watched Jisung’s devilish grin with despise. 

“Just wait until the boys leave” you groaned at him to which he sneered. 

Felix

“Make this shit quick Felix, we have 10 minutes before anyone notices” you said hurriedly as you pull down your jeans and panties in one swift motion. The cubicle of the college bathroom was confined but both you and Felix managed to make it here, sneaking away from your lectures like two teenage delinquents. You look at Felix impatiently as he unbuckles his belt, the sound associated with anticipation. His erection sprung free from his boxers, the crimson tip hitting his abdomen. You froze as you admired how the veins ran up his length, how his small hand wrapped around the shaft and pumped the erection a couple of times.

“Can you stop staring and fucking bend over?” he growls at you, his aggression being more prominent the more he’s turned on. You obey his command as you placed your hand on tank of the toilet, the cold surface contradicting with your burning, dripping cunt. 

The tip teases your entrance making you whine out slightly before biting your lip, scared that anyone might walk in at any second. Two fists were formed with your hands as Felix slips into your wet pussy, you legs felt uneasy as you barely managed to hold yourself stable on the toilet floor as Felix thrusted into you quick. 

“F-fuck...Felix s-slow down” you stammered, a hot flash running through your entire body. 

“Shut up, you told me to hurry” he spat out as he grabbed your hair, twisting it around his firm grip as you jerked towards the toilet everytime he thrusted into you. 

Seungmin

You entered the hotel room with Seungmin following behind you. The whole wall infront of the bed was made of wide glass panes which made you squeal in excitement, seeing the whole city bustle beneath you. 

“Look, baby! You can see the farris wheel from here!” you spoke as you put down your luggage on your way to the window, standing infront of it and seeing how high up you really were. 

“This should be fun” he said cockily behind you, his smirking expression reflecting on the glass. 

“Yeah, I mean it’s so cool? Minnie, you are the best! Thank y-” You were cut off by Seungmin placing his big hand on your ass before pushing you against the glass, your cheek squishing against the frigid window as hit hot breath foged it up slightly.

“How fun wouldn’t it be if I fucked you here so that everyone can see?” he smiled at the end of his sentence making you gulp. A wet patch formed in your panties as your core ignited from his obscene statement. 

“Anyone can look up at any moment and see who you belong to, babygirl”. You nodded frantically as the sound of his belt buckle echoed in the hotel room. 

Jeongin

“hng...y-y/n” he stuttered in his sleep, his hand loosly grabbing your head that was underneath the covers, bobbing on his member. You reached up to cover his mouth with your hand, not wanting to wake up the other boys that were sleeping peacefully in the same room. His muffled moans made you clenched  around yourself, wanting nothing more than to wake him and be stuffed by his immense girth. 

“y-y/n what are you doing” he peeked under the blanket to see you swirling your tongue around his red sensitive tip. He smiled but was shortly cut off by his own moan as you licked long stripes up his length. A loud pop erupted as you pulled away from his erect dick, a line of saliva seperating your lips from him. Jeongin crawled under the blanket and hugged you tightly.

“You have to be quiet, ok baby?” he said with big innocent puppy eyes before you nodded and a blush dusted across your features.