#lee know drabble

[seungfl0wer]

ੈ♡Falling For | Minho

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A/N: This was super cute to make I hope you guys enjoy this one! Also the tiniest tiny tiny bit of suggestive in the 8th text

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[arafilez]

੭୧ ⼂ PRINCESS ﹗

ー☆ㅤㅤ [ lmh x fem!reader ] ㅤ੭𓂃 ㅤfluff 𓏧 being your enemy’s passenger princess is a dream that he likes it as much as you do ㅤ warnings drunk reader ﹢ 0.8k wc ㅤ𓏧ㅤ @sxmmerberries (beta)

“Why am I her emergency contact?” your friend’s boyfriend cowers under his pointed gaze and hastily explains how you did not have an emergency contact so he just dialled your most recent call. Halfway through that explanation your friend drunkenly starts kissing her boyfriend making that the cue for them to leave.

Minho looks at you, who has been suspiciously quiet the whole time before he sighs, accepting his fate and drags you to his car. His glares do nothing to soothe the ache in his heart as he softly places you down on the passenger seat and carefully tucks your legs in before attaching the seatbelt.

Closing the door, he moves to the other side, sets himself down on the driver’s seat and puts in your house location. As soon as he starts the car you mutter your first sentence for the night, “You really came.”

“Yes, you called me so,” he reasons, more to himself than with you, hating the pang in his heart formed at the thought of what if you had called someone else and not him. God, he would have hated it!

You giggle under the influence saying, “Do you know how many times I have dreamed of being your passenger princess?” His heart flutters at the sound of your light laugh filling the car making him bite back a smile as he asks, “Why?”

“Because you look hot driving,” your blatant voice makes him choke on air as he feels his face getting hotter at the compliment. Minho tries to focus on the road and less on his thumping heart as you continue blabbering, “I am so cliché, I like my enemy.” After a short breath you continue, “Will you tease me about this tomorrow? Well, that’s okay, I will just make myself believe.”

When you suddenly stop his eyes widen and he hastily asks before he can stop himself, “Believe what?”

“That you tease me because you like me, like those book-boys,” your eyes fix on his face and it takes him all his self-control to not look at you or he knows he will straight up crash.

“Passenger princess huh? You like being that?” he quickly changes the topic as the air around him gets hotter. He makes a mental note to get his car's air conditioner checked. Maybe it is malfunctioning.

You nod lightly, eyes hazily fixed on him, making him grip the steering wheel as if his life depended on it and say, “You always call me that to tease me, the joke’s on you, girls love being called a ‘princess’.”

“Do you now?” the teasing edge returns to his voice, his cocky demeanour coming back instantly. “Most do,” you say softly and add, “I would hate it so much if you called someone else that though.” Minho doesn’t know how he kept his sanity after that sentence leaves he knows but he somehow brings you to your apartment and stands in front of the door.

“Password,” he asks, making you giggle and flirtingly pointing at his chest, “To your heart?”

“To your home,” he deadpans but can’t help a lovesick smile take over his face as he watches you cutely stumble to put it in. The low light of the hallway accentuates your features and he finds himself blaming the high of the night for wanting to grab your face and kiss you right then and there.

When the door finally unlocks he carefully holds you and walks inside as he finds himself spilling, “You don’t need to worry about the heart you have already got that unlocked.”

“Have I?” your eyes widen in anticipation as you sling your arms around his neck looking up at him and Minho swears he never saw as many stars in the night sky as he did in your eyes that night.

“Yes, the day I realised you were borderline tolerable, I knew I was screwed,” he whispers back, eyes fleeting between your lips and your eyes before he sighs panting lightly. He somehow makes you drink a glass of water and you plop down on the bed, pulling you with him but he stays upright making you pout. Mustering all his self-control he goes to find a change of clothes in your closet.

He waits outside patiently and after what feels like almost twenty minutes he hears the door unlock as he enters, your hair is ruffled, and your face is puffy and warm from all the alcohol yet Minho finds himself fighting all his demons to not press his lips to yours.

When you finally plop down on the bed he pulls up the duvet to your chin and sighs saying, “I find drunk confessions awful, but I am here swooning over shit like this, so yes, I am stupidly in love with you, I guess.” Your eyes light up even in the haze of alcohol and sleep overtaking your features and he finds himself resisting to kiss you for the third time that night.

“Remember it till morning, for me,” he whispers to you lightly and prays silently that you will, before turning off the lights and saying one last sentence, “Sleep, my princess.”

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[godslino]

HARD LAUNCH | minho drabble. established relationship.

“Do you guys have french fries?”

“Minho.” you hiss, nudging his shin beneath the table.

He cocks an eyebrow before turning back to the waitress. She smiles softly, laughing at the two of you. 

“We do, yes.” 

“Wonderful,” Minho grins, “We’ll have a side order of those too.”

“Perfect. I’ll put that in for you guys and check back soon.” The waitress says happily, collecting the menus and scurrying off to tend to another table.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, you groan, covering your face with your hands. 

“Why would you do that?” 

Minho chuckles, shakes his head probably. You wouldn’t know since you can’t see him.

“Do what?”

Still using one hand to cover your eyes, you pull the other away, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. “I told you I’d be fine. Why’d you have to ask for french fries? That’s so embarrassing.”

Minho hums. Unbothered. “You know what’s worse?”

“Literally nothing.” you mumble, returning your other hand to your face. It only serves to muffle your voice more. “This is humiliating. We’re in a nice restaurant and you ordered french fries because of me. Oh God. I’m going to hide in the bathroom.”

A good choice, you think. Minho’s in god damn slacks for crying out loud. Every second that passes is another second that your pity order of french fries is probably spending in the deep fryer, right next to the lobster tail and shrimp tartar that everyone else has a mature enough palate to eat. 

Before you can move to get up and make a beeline for the toilet, you feel Minho’s fingers wrap around your wrists, pulling until your hands give way to your face. You crack one eye open and then the other, his amused expression coming into view.

“What’s worse than ordering french fries is me knowing you’ll be hungry if there isn’t something familiar for you on the table.” he says pointedly, like your reason for feeling embarrassed is unnecessary. “Besides, who said I didn’t want any?”

“Min, look around,” you say, turning your head to glance at the room, “The napkins are cloth. Cloth! Nicer than my bed sheets. We can’t be seen eating french fries in a place like this. I told you I’d be—”

“—fine. Because as long as you’re here I can do anything.” Minho recites, word for word, cutting you off. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks immediately, spreads like wildfire when Minho smiles and leans on to his forearms. His button up tightens over his shoulders, hugs his arms, sleeves rolled up to the elbow.

“Just like how you’re doing this for me, let me do something for you.” 

You and Minho have been seeing each other for four months now, but even at that, you’re still not used to his straightforwardness. 

Seeing Minho has been nothing short of a dream. What started as just interacting at parties because of mutual friends eventually gave way to him asking for your number, and then hanging out separate from your friend group, until one day he plucked up the courage to ask you out. Since then, the two of you have been inseparable, always spending every free moment together. Laughing, talking, even sometimes just existing in the same space. It’s nice. So, so nice.

“Shouldn’t I be the one blushing right now?” Minho teases.

“Shut up.” you say, tearing your gaze away from him.

He laughs again before reaching out and placing a hand on top of yours. Soft. Minho is unbelievably soft.

It’s the thing you love the most about him. But more than that, more than the delicate skin of his fingers or the brush of his lips against yours, you love the softness of his eyes.

Minho is hard to crack, his emotions shrouded most of the time. Not that he wants to be, but because that’s just how he operates, or so you’ve learned. 

But despite all of that, his eyes are a dead giveaway. When he’s looking at pictures of his cats, or staring at you from across the room, or right now as steaming plates of some of the finest cuisine Seoul has to offer are being placed in front of him.

“Holy shit.” he whispers, staring in awe as the waitress walks away from the table.

“Is it rude for me to take a picture? Like, would anyone get offended?” 

Minho scoffs. “Babe, I would be offended if you didn’t document this right now.”

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, pulling out your phone.

“Do I get to be in it this time?”

You look up to find Minho pouting across the table. Another thing about your relationship— nobody knows yet. 

You’ve been teasing about the possibility of a boyfriend for two months now, you and Minho only having made it official about a few weeks ago. The most anyone has been able to see are carefully positioned photos where only his hand or other inconspicuous parts of him are visible.

It’s not that you don’t want people to know. It’s just hard with his job and all. Privacy reasons.

"For someone who likes to claim that people won't give me a hard time because of your fame you sure do seem eager to test that theory."

Minho smiles mischievously. “Well, yes. But I’m also waiting because I want to show you off.”

You busy yourself with opening your camera app to stop the heat creeping up your neck. “Yeah, yeah. You big flirt.”

Minho laughs but obliges, scoots back to let you get a good few pictures of the food. 

Photos aren’t enough to do it justice, though. So you opt for a video, scanning the table with your camera, only the bottom half of his torso visible across the table. A silk white button up only three-fourths of the way buttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows.

Minho watches silently, his face unreadable. And then, at the last second, he dips his head down so fast you don’t even realize what’s happening until his face is fully in the shot, a shit-eating grin pushing his eyes into crescent moons.

“Min!” you laugh, ending the recording. 

He chuckles, straightening back out. “Post it.”

“Are you insane?”

“No, but I’m going to be if you don’t post it and then eat with me.” He nudges the plate of french fries towards you. “Come on.”

“You really want me to post it? You’re sure?”

Minho smiles. Soft. “Never been more sure about anything in my life.” he says, neither of you willing to address the weight of his words.

He grabs your hand, plants a kiss on the back of your knuckles. The resulting flip of your stomach is enough to give you the courage to hit post and tuck your phone away.

Whatever happens, you’ll deal with it later. Together.

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[ivyyisbored22]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞—𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids drabble

Synopsis: Look what wearing that little skirt got you to...

Warnings: SMUT🔞. Overstimulation, squirting, use of a vibrator, mean!Minho, pet names, slight choking(?), name calling (slut. But only once).

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: Just a quick random drabble that came to my mind when I was bored in class. No plot really, just smut lmfao.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

Word count: 0.8k

𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑶𝒀!

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Lee Know has never questioned anything you do, especially your wardrobe. He lets you wear whatever you want because every time he says, “If anyone dares to look in your direction, I’ll make him regret his existence.” 

Which he has. 

But. Wearing that little skirt was a BIG mistake. Thinking that you could have him wrapped around your finger was another BIG mistake. And being stupid enough to show off that skirt as if you weren’t already owned by him—mind, body and soul—in front of his friends to make him a little jealous was the BIGGEST mistake of all.

Because now look at you, sitting with your back pressed flush against him, legs open, hands tied behind, his hand around your neck and your pussy being abused by your favourite vibrator.

Oh, and wearing nothing but that little skirt. 

“Minh— please—” you whined, trying to regain your lost voice while you were shaking, writhing, the intense buzzing of the vibrator only increasing by the second. 

But he didn’t care for your pleas or your cries. “If you’re gonna act like a bratty slut, I’ll treat you like one honeypie,” he cooed, the nickname falling out of his mouth teasingly.

He was mean and ruthless, letting the buzzing wand continue its assault while he stroked your swollen, tender clit with agonizing pressure that had you squealing. Your juices have soaked the sheets beneath you, he pulled one orgasm after another, without giving you time to breathe or process it, you even lost count of it. 

Your body trembled, pussy throbbing and thighs shaking against him as he kept you spread open, completely at his mercy.

A pleased hum rumbled against your ear, his breath warm as he pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. His fingers trailed up your belly, featherlight, teasing, setting every nerve on fire. “You wanted my attention so bad, and now you can’t even use your words?”

A strangled whimper left your lips, your wrists pulling helplessly against the restraints behind your back. His grip on your throat tightened just slightly, making your head spin. 

“You know, for someone who put on a whole show in this little skirt, you’re awfully quiet now,” he mused, his tone dripping with menace and pinched your peaking nipple. “Where’s that confidence, baby? Thought you could have me wrapped around your little finger?”

You shook your head rapidly, your back arching against him as another wave of pleasure hit you like a crashing tide. “I— I was wrong, Minho,” you gasped out, your voice wrecked.

Minho chuckled lowly, and the deep, indulgent sound made your toes curl. “Good girl. Have you learned your lesson?” he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear before biting down gently, making you shudder.

His hand skimmed down to your thigh after teasing your sensitive nipples, gripping it firmly as he finally—finally—turned the vibrator down just a fraction, letting you breathe. You sagged against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering.

But the reprieve was brief.

With a flick of his wrist, the vibrations surged back to full intensity, making you jolt in his grasp, a sharp cry leaving your lips.

“Ah, ah, not yet,” he tutted, his fingers tightening and digging onto your soft skin as he kept you locked against him.

Tears leaked out of your eyes as you squirmed, his fingers pressing against your puffy clit in tight, deliberate circles. The pressure was unbearable, the dual stimulation sending shockwaves through you.

The overwhelming sensation tipped you over the edge again and again, yet left you teetering just out of reach. He was so mean, so unbearably cruel, but you couldn't have it any other way.

“m’sens—sensitive, Minho please—”

You sobbed his name, barely able to form words anymore, completely undone in his hold. 

A new wave of release climbed up your spine and left you reeling, your back arched when the knot snapped, the vibrator left your sloppy hole and a gush of liquid spasmed out of you. 

You couldn't hold back the loud cathartic cry and Minho's grip softened completely as he watched you come hard and crumble against him, so utterly spent, it felt like you had nothing more left in your body.

You fell limp over Minho, chest heaving and feeling a pulse beat everywhere. 

“Oh, honeypie,” he cooed, his voice dripping with faux sympathy as he pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his fingers stroking your swollen, pulsing pussy and then untied your wrists. 

“All that attitude, and now look at you. My poor, dumb baby.”

His arms wrapped around you securely, pulling you flush against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles along your spine, his touch suddenly turning gentle and soothing. 

You whimpered softly, too exhausted to form words, only able to nuzzle deeper into his warmth.

Minho smirked, feeling the damp trails of tears still clinging to your cheeks. With a sigh, he tilted your chin up, pressing sweet, featherlight kisses along your temple, brushing away the tear stains on your cheeks and ghosted over your lips.

Your lashes fluttered as he wiped away the remnants of your tears with his thumb, his gaze hooded but affectionate.

“Next time,” he murmured, his lips curving into a lazy grin, “think twice before trying to make me jealous, yeah?”

You barely managed a weak nod, too lost in the warmth of his embrace and the lingering buzz between your legs, your limbs tangled with his.

Minho only chuckled, holding you closer. “That’s my girl.”

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[milkteabinniechan]

♡Tunnel Vision - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: bad boy! Minho x student! reader

summary: You can't stand the boy that sits behind you in class. He's rude, arrogant and a huge Playboy. and now you're paired with him for your newest poetry assignment.

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, Playboy Minho, heavy kissing, groping.

It's not that you hated your new poetry course. Just one specific person in your new poetry class. Minho would show up late or sometimes not at all. And when he did bother to show up, he would sit at the desk behind yours. He would lean into your ear and ask you what he missed.

His breath would be warm against your neck and the first time he whispered, you actually felt butterflies. You were nice and smiled. You would turn your head and tell him in hushed tones what he had missed. He'd notice the slight flush in your cheeks and it would make him smirk because he knew. He knew that your head was pounding because of him.

But then one day after the class had ended a girl had pushed her way through a crowd of students to get to him. She yelled and cried because he never called her again. She told him he was an asshole and his response was “what's your name again?”

So now when Minho strolls into class late and takes his seat behind you, you keep your head forward. You suffocate the butterflies in your stomach and square your shoulders. You refuse to be another notch on that man's belt. You refuse to let him make you feel so warm and wet and so-

“I think I'll partner you with Minho this week.”

Your eyes flash to the front of the class where the teacher is looking directly at you. “No, no I can't. I…” you plead but the teacher just shakes his head and hands you the newest template for the poetry course this week.

Minho's dorm room was exactly as you expected. Messy, unkempt, a real boy's place. As the two of you stepped inside he off the cuff mentioned he had a roommate but the two of you should be undisturbed for the night.

“Who's your roommate?” You ask as you pull a few textbooks out of your bag. Your voice was flat and ultimately uninterested but you needed to make some kind of small talk to cut through this tension of being in Minho's living room. Minho rummaged through his fridge and pulled out a few beers before making his way back to you on the couch. “You don't know him.” He said quickly. He slid the second beer across his coffee table to you. You rolled your eyes and pushed it to the edge of the table and pulled out the template from class. “Let's get started, okay? The sooner we get this going, the sooner we can be done and never speak to each other again.”

Minho smirked, his slender fingers tapping against the neck of his beer bottle. “Aw, what's the matter? You don't like me?” He leaned in closer. “Nope.” You snapped back. This response made Minho laugh. A loud, full laugh that promised that he didn't believe you. He was cocky and he was sure that every girl wanted him. His eyes lingered on you as you continued to read over the template. “So, what bullshit do we have to write about now?” Minho asked while taking another swig of his beer. You sighed heavily in response. “Love. The subject is just love. It says to write about any kind of love, however it speaks to you.”

Minho let out a huff. “Between a beautiful woman's legs, that's the only love I need.” He remarks. “You're disgusting.” You retort. You slide a template over to where he sits, “just write something, pervert.” Minho's face scrunches up for a moment, “aren't we supposed to be working on this together, partner?”

“You're a big boy, you can handle it.” You scold, your hand gripping tightly to your pencil. “Just write.” Minho sighs loudly as his body slumps deeper into the couch. An hour goes by without either of you saying a word to one another. Just the sounds of pencils scraping and pages turning fills the air around you. “This is stupid.” Minho complains, finally breaking the silence. The sound of a pencil hitting the coffee table breaks you out of your writing trance and you shoot a glaring look at him. “If you hate this so much, why did you sign up for this class?” You quip back.

Minho's eyes flash an intensity that matches yours. An angry, exacerbated look that contracts with his normal cool and calm demeanor. Has he never had someone challenge him before? Has he never had a girl stand up to him instead of immediately falling to her knees? You hold your stance and the two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Then Minho grabs your half-written poem in an instant before you can even process what he is doing. He stands up from the couch and holds it ceremoniously. “Let's see what Miss Goody-Goody wrote about love, eh?” You fumble up from the couch and take a confident dive at Minho to try to get the paper back but miss as he pulls the paper away at the last minute. “Give that back!” You demand. But Minho holds the paper just out of reach, laughing proudly as he does. You look back at the coffee table to find his paper sitting there unprotected and take your chance, snatching it quickly into your hands. Minho's eyes widen as he realizes where this little chess game has led the two of you and his cheeks begin to burn a bright, hot red. His voice drops to a low, intimidating octane, “give it here. I'm serious.” His hand splayed out in front of you.

You let out a triumphant laugh and stick up your nose at him. “No way!” Minho smirk turns to a serious expression and he takes a few steps towards you, causing you to take a few steps back. Soon you are frantically trying to figure out your next move. You quickly fake left before turning to the right and easing your way around Minho and down the hall to an open door welcoming you inside. You hastily run into the room and shut the door behind you, hearing the pounding sound of Minho's palms flat against the other side of the door. “This isn't funny anymore! Come out of there!” He shouts from the hallway.

You clear your throat ready to read the poem out loud. Minho groans loudly before giving the door one last defeated thud. Your eyes scan the page and you find yourself frozen by something you did not expect.

A carnation bright

Unfold for me

This is everything and nothing

I put a ribbon and signed the envelope

Postage stamp

In the garden you wait

Surrounded by a soil that drains

Who waters you?

Where is the watering can that fills your petals, sweet Carnation?

I pluck you so carefully

Lie you down on the softest pillow

You've ever felt

You clutch the page in your hands, a slight tremble causing the paper to crinkle under your fingertips. Your eyes pour over every line again and again. The words are erased and written again, scribbled over and corrected. But the words he chose, the words he decided were the right ones to express himself, they stayed etched in pencil led with a secretive beauty. You slowly make your way to the bedroom door and turn the door knob. You find Minho sitting in the hallway across from the door. He glares up at you, his face painted red in embarrassment. “Don't say anything. I know it's bad.” He whispers, his voice shaking slightly.

You step out into the hallway and kneel in front of where Minho sits. “It's not bad, Minho. It's actually���good.” You confess. You watch Minho's head lift up as he searches your face for any hint of a lie. Then he lifts up your paper, “you didn't write anything.” He smirks.

Then it was your face that burned red. You had written a few pathetic lines of poetry before erasing everything in frustration. “I hate what I wrote. I hate everything I write.” you murmur. This causes Minho's smile to grow and spread across his face. But this smile was different, not a mocking, cocky smile but a smile that seemed to understand exactly what you meant. “That just means you're good at what you do. Come here, I'll show you.” He said and then stood up taking your hand in his and pulling you back into the bedroom. The bedroom that was, in fact, his bedroom. In the far corner of the room stood a tall, broad bookshelf so full that it almost looked like it would bend and break if just one more book was added. Minho searched the shelf for just a moment before pulling out three books. He then turned on his heels to face you. “These authors didn't even get published until their late 40s. Can you believe that? Now everyone reads them!” His eyes lit up with the kind of fascination designated for a child on Christmas morning. He placed the books in your hands and begged you to read them. You looked down at the books in your hands and furrowed your brow. This was not the boy you were expecting. Why did he have to act like such an asshole all the time? Why did he have to act so uninterested and bored all of the time?

You look up from the books and stare at Minho for a moment. “Why are you so afraid of people seeing this side of you?”

Minho jolts from your blunt question. His eyes lock with yours and for a moment his mouth hangs open in silence. Then he steps closer to you. “Because this side is too real, too raw. If they are the real me then they can hurt the real me. And I can't risk that.”

Something snaps in you at his response. You didn't know if it was his honesty or the fact that you had been feeling the exact same way but something outside of yourself brought your lips to his. His lips were surprisingly tender. His hands made their way up to your jawline and nestled there as the two of you worked in tandem. Your nose brushed against one another as his mouth opened in invitation. Your tongue scraped softly against his teeth, giving way to his teeth biting and holding onto your bottom lip. A soft and vulnerable noise escaped you at that moment. And a flash of all the women who have ever been in this room entered your mind, causing you to break the kiss. You stumble back and press your hand over your mouth. “I can't. I'm sorry.” You turn towards the bedroom door and make your way down the hallway to leave. You frantically and admittedly quite clumsily grab your book bag and jacket before making a b-line to the front door.

Minho never tried to stop you, never called your name out and begged you to stay. You walked back to your dorm room and threw yourself onto the bed. You bury your face in your pillow until all light leaves and only darkness remains. He wasn't just a fuckboy, player, or asshole. He was actually someone who you could fall in love with. And that thought was scarier than anything else.

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[mykoreanlove]

Testing the waters

You’re sitting together, cuddling on the black leather couch after finishing tonight’s dinner, when Minho casually calls you:

“여보 (yeobo), pass me the remote.”

You freeze for a moment, blinking in confusion, and then turn to him.

“Wait… why did you call me 여보 (yeobo)?”

He looks at you, completely innocent, and says:

“What do you mean? It’s natural.”

You shake your head in disbelief, half-laughing, half-confused.

“No, it’s not. You’ve never called me that. Y/nnie, baby, kitten, 자��� (jagi), sure - but never 여보 (yeobo).“

Your eyes pierce through him, yet he remains unbothered.

„Do you not like it?“

You roll your eyes at him, explaining yourself.

„Of course I do. But 여보 (yeobo) is for married couples, right? Like husbands and wives? We’re not married, Min.“

At that, his lips curl into a sly smirk, his gaze locking onto yours. He leans a little closer and whispers in a low, teasing voice:

“Yes… so what’s not clear to you?”

Your heart skips a beat as his words sink in.

“Wait—are you trying to tell me something?!”

He just laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and placing a quick kiss on your temple.

“I’m not trying to tell you anything. I’m just stating facts, 여보 (yeobo).

And from that moment on, every time he calls you 여보 (yeobo), you can’t help but feel like he’s silently telling you, “You’re mine forever, y/n.“

[shu-porang-porang]

Who's Needy Now?

♡Just a quick Minho drabble.♡ (Read the sequel here)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Suggestive, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: sexual content (honestly I don't know!!)

Word count: 0.6 k

“Hey, what are you doing?” he says mindlessly as he’s scrolling down his phone and your head that was resting on his thigh turns the other side to plant a kiss on his belly over the fabric of his shirt.

“Kissing my boyfriend?”

“You’re tickling me, stop”

You mock him and keep kissing him. He huffs out an annoyed breath but doesn’t move neither stop you. To annoy him even more, you pull up the hem of his shirt so you can directly kiss his skin. He keeps ignoring you, he probably likes it but he can’t admit it now that he complained. You pull his waistband down a little to tease a more sensitive area with wet kisses. He shifts a bit in his seat, but is still ignoring you. You won’t stop without breaking him first. You move up a little, so now you’re face to face with his crotch, he steals a glance at you to try and read your intentions but he quickly averts his gaze back to the phone screen when you catch him looking down.

Oh the game is on! With an impish smirk on your lips, you kiss his bulge ever so gently your lips hardly even touch the fabric of his pants. You see his nostrils flare. You give him another kiss, this time with your mouth lingering on his clothed member. Then you take a whiff and let out a sigh. He might be ignoring you but his body could never. Another kiss and you feel his member hardening. You stick your tongue out and lick it over the fabrics and it twitches against your flattened tongue. How cute!

He's probably thinking you’ll give him a good time anyways even if he acts indifferent, he knows your appetite for him. It’s not like he isn’t interested, he just likes to put up a little fight so he has an excuse to later punish you the way you like it. So you decide to give him a good excuse this time. You tug on his waistband and he helps you pull his pants and boxers down to his midthighs.

“You’re such a needy cock slut, you just have to have it, huh?”

You don’t say anything, just look at him through your lashes and give him a smile. You don’t need words to make him regret his behavior. You kiss his thighs and every other patch of exposed skin but his aching cock. Now it’s your turn to ignore him. He’s fully hard now and precum starts to bead at the tip. You give it a lick and his head falls back. As much as you want to devour him, you need to teach him a lesson.

“What time is it?” you ask abruptly.

“Cock sucking time!”

“No, seriously.”

He groans and flips his phone to tell you the time.

“Oh shoot! I’m supposed to meet my friend for coffee in half an hour!”

You get up and walk to the bedroom to change. He’s confused and thinks you’re joking but when minutes later you emerge from the bedroom with an outdoor outfit he realizes what’s happening.

“Are you seriously gonna leave me like this?” he says in disbelief, he seems really upset!

“Sorry baby, now you can get back to your phone without my intrusion.” You wink and leave out the door. You know when you’re back you’ll have a beast to tame and nothing will do it but your sweet sweet pussy.

[felixknow]

Is there a way I could request 81 for Lee Know??? Please and thank you 🥰

81. you're (rightly) jealous

Thank you for your patience! This one is TWO TEXTS AND SOME WRITTEN WORDS BELOW pls don't miss the cute fluff at the bottom <3

"Why is your face red?" you whisper-shout when Minho gets to your table, hand extended to give you your drink. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is quirked to the side in a small, embarrassed smirk.

"She told me I'm very handsome and said to invite her over to eat ramyeon sometime," he responds in shock. "I can't believe people are so forward now-a-days. This isn't how I'm used to dating."

"Dating?! You're not dating her, you're dating me!"

"I know!" He laughs softly, reaching out to pat your head. "I'm just saying, the way people are these days. It's very... forward."

"Did you see what I texted you? My threat?" you ask, finally taking a sip of your drink and felling, for half a second, calm-- only until you remember that partially obscured under the order sticker on this damn cup is the barista's phone number.

"Threat?" Minho asks, fishing his phone out of his pocket. He chuckles to himself as he reads your texts, and motions for you to stand. "Let's go to the bakery down the street with those good croissant sandwiches."

"Do you doubt me? I'll do it."

"I don't doubt you," he says with a smile. He wraps his arm around your waist and leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "We have to have a reason to leave to get her attention, don't we? So she can see who I belong to."

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[seungfl0wer]

*Run Rabbit*

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Primal Play, Breeding, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Sex Outside, (P In V), Reader called Bunny. (not proof read)

Kinks: Primal Play + Breeding

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Your boyfriend has invited you to go camping for the weekend with him. A nice peaceful area he has found, nestled in the woods a small cabin by the lake. The place was beautiful and at night you could see the stunning stars sprinkled across the sky. You had already set up everything and were just relaxing by the fire as he cooked some meat over it.

The two of you sat there just talking about everything until Minho left out a chuckle. You tilted your head as if to ask him what he was laughing at and he pointed. You squinted your eyes to see two rabbits chasing on another the bigger one mounting the other. “Ah to have the thrill of the chase” he said almost too nonchalantly. Staring at him for a brief second “hmm” you said eyes locked on him. “What? Don’t think it’d be fun for me to chase you through these woods like a little bunny running from a mighty cat?”

He was meeting your gaze now smirking at the way your eyes almost lit up at his words. “Yeah? And does it end in the big ol cat eating the rabbit” you teased. “Something like that. Something will probably get eaten in the end” he shrugged. You choked on your spit at his comment, you could feel yourself becoming turned on as you played fantasy’s in your head. “Bunny” he said his voice almost teasing “I’ll give you a minute to run as far as you can.” The devilish smile that was plastered across his face made you almost moan.

“And if you catch me?” You say tilting your head again. He breathed in letting the air out in a sigh “then I’ll fuck you like the little rabbit you are” he chuckled. You stood up looking at him with a smile “you gotta catch me first kitty cat.” You teased. You were ready to bolt out of there before Minho spoke “before I start the timer you remember the safe word right bunny?” He said already eyeing you up. You nod “mhm.” You said in almost a hum. “Good you better get going I hit the timer a good 10 seconds ago” he said with a laugh.

You didn’t even hesitate running through the woods looking everywhere for a place you could hide. You heard Minho yell “Oh bunny” your brain going fuzzy realizing the time was already up and he was on the hunt. You ran past a tree with a red mark realizing you had already passed it. You were going in circles. You could hear twigs snapping as Minho ran through the woods in search for you. You didn’t know if you wanted to hide because the chase excited you or wanted to be pounced on from how turned on you were with all of this.

A twig snapped again sounding too close for comfort this time. As you started to run again you could hear Minho behind you “bunny” his voice almost growl running close behind you. You bobbed and weaved through the brush trying to lose him. You looked back quickly and saw he wasn’t there which made you slow down a bit. You were trying to catch your breath before you hear another twig break this time directly behind you. Before you could even react Minho had his arms around you, he manhandled you to the ground.

He moved you into position ass up in the air head down in the dirt. “Dirty little rabbit gave me a good chase.” He growled gripping your hips nicely as he pushed his body down onto to whisper into your ear. “Did the stupid little bunny really think she could out smart the sly cat hmm?” He chuckled an almost villain laugh. “I’m gonna fuck this rabbit stupid. Gonna show her why little bunnies shouldn’t mess with big scary cats.” He said voice husky, he was gripping your thighs hard rutting into you as he talked.

“My pretty little bunny” he said moving his body back to smack your ass hard. You let out a whimper your core aching from his touch, from his hot words. God you needed him, you needed him so badly it almost hurt. Minho on the other hand his brain was so foggy. The scenario running through his head as he felt his animalistic desires taking over. He felt as if he just caught his prey and was ready to completely devour you. The glint in his eyes was almost unnerving but fuck was it ever so hot.

He had no thoughts in his head other than ‘breed bunny.’ His body was almost on fire from desire and so was yours. Everything felt hot felt like a movie scene or I guess a porn scene. Minhos hands yanked down your sweats, ripping the pretty little lace panties you had on before pushing his fingers into you. The feeling of having something finally inside you made you moan so heavenly. Your wet cunt dripping around his digits clenching around them.

He chuckled that same villain like chuckle “you’re so fucking desperate aren’t you” he said his free hand coming down hard on your ass. “You’re such a filthy little animal” his voice almost a growl at this point. He pumped his fingers in and out of you stopping abruptly pulling them out. You let out a loud whine at the loss of them feeling so empty now. “I’ll give you another minute to run hmm?” He said his tone teasing. When you didn’t move though he smirked “no? Rather stay here and let me fuck you senseless? Gonna be my little toy to fuck hmm?” His words made you groan in response “y-yes” you stuttered out.

Minho bit his lip hard, he pulled his pants down quickly his cock sprang up smacking his stomach. He wasn’t super girthy but was very long. You always joked he had a pornstars dick which almost inflated his ego of course. He aligned himself to your entrance rubbing the head between your folds hitting your throbbing little nub. The sensation made you moan you were so sensitive wanting just to be touched at this point.

Minhos eyes were locked on the way your juices wet his cock making a mess of it. He let out a low groan before he put the tip to your entrance pushing fully in, in one swift motion. He let out the most lustful moan as his balls slapped your wetness. You almost screamed at the feeling of being so filled so fast. He didn’t let himself adjust long before he was pounding into you. His hands gripping harshly at your hips nails digging deep into your skin.

The strewn of ‘fucks’ leaving his mouth started to mumble together, and you? You were such a moaning mess under him drool trailing down your chin. He let another harsh smack to your ass before moving his hand to in tangle in your hair gripping it hard pulling your head back. “This wanted you wanted? The big Cat fucking you like a rabbit in heat hmm? Wanting nothing more than me to fuck you hard like this?” He spat.

You groaned in response but it wasn’t good enough for him “Are you too stupid to talk? Use your words or are you just a dumb little bunny?” He hissed pulling your hair harder. “Fuck- Mm-Min yes- want-“ your words were almost incoherent at this point already so fucked out of your mind. He laughed in response “you can’t even speak properly to fucked out already?” He said this time he didn’t wait for a response. He let go of your hair pushing your head back down as-well as your body, keeping your ass in the air though.

The new angle let him get even deeper he watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared in and out of your sloppy cunt. You could hear him mumbling to himself ‘what mess, so wet for me’ he said ‘gonna cum deep and breed you good’ his voice was almost a whisper and a growl combined. It was so fucking hot. He left a smack to your ass again smirking at the big red print he had made. His movements were becoming a bit erratic, he could feel his high coming. Not wanting this to end just yet he pushed deep into you before stopping his movements.

He reached his hand down to play with your neglected clit rubbing harsh circles over it. He moved his body against yours once again sucking your shoulder and neck harshly. He loved marking your body letting everyone know you were taken. You were taken by him. And only him. The feeling of you being so stuffed, him now biting your neck harshly and his hand moving so perfectly against your clit was too much. Your legs started to shake it becoming harder for you to stay how you were positioned. Minho growled against your skin “stay” he staid feeling your legs become wobbly.

“Min- close- please” you moaned the drool dropping down your face now. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made him start to move. His movements were slow at first before he quickened them groaning against your ear now. “Cum on my cock while I pump you full, gonna breed you so good. Gonna fill you with all my cum- gonna-“ his words stuttered as his high was approaching “gonna make fill you till I know your pregnant with all my kittens” he said bringing his free hand to grip around your throat moving your head to kiss you sloppily.

Sucking hard on your tongue exchanging moans teeth crashing into each other. You felt your legs almost give out at the last hard thrust of Minhos burring his cock deep inside you before releasing all his hot cum. You could feel his cock poking at your stomach feeling all of his hot liquid fill you to the brim. His hand that was still playing with you clit moved faster as your high came along just as quick. Your high washing over you as your cunt gripped him perfectly. “Ah- fuck-“ he moaned out at the feeling “your cunts gonna suck every last drop out of me” he said body shaking at the feeling.

“Y/n” he moaned into your ear he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him as you came down from your high both of you trying to catch your breath. Once you two came down you could feel him still twitching a bit inside you. His arms lazily wrapped around you his head in the crook of your neck as he kissed you softly. “Ugh fuck” he groaned out. “What?” You said breathily. “We’re gonna have to walk the whole way back” he whined. You chuckled a bit “yeah guess so.”

He smiled against your skin “I’ll give you a minute to get back or we’ll just go for a round two if I catch you.” He chuckled a bit. “Minho, I don’t even think I can stand right now.” You teased. “Well better try before I start the counter again.” He said kissing your neck. You were gonna call his bluff but you could feel his cock become hard again. “If I make it home before you catch me we are taking a nice bath.” You bargained. He nodded “fine but you better start running I already started the timer.” He said with an evil grin. This little asshole I swear.

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Get better, okay?

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

genre: sick fic, fluff

word count: 742

warning/s: none?

a/n: this is just a short drabble bcs i'm sick and medicated. i hope it makes sense bcs at this point i'm hallucinating.💀 hope you like it, if you did please reblog🫶🏻🫶🏻

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You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.

You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.

"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.

"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.

You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.

"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.

"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.

"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."

"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."

"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.

You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.

Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.

"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.

"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.

"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."

"But see, I'm fine."

"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."

He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.

When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.

"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.

"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.

"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.

"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.

"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.

"You're such a big baby."- you say.

"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.

"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.

"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.

"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Missed my lips."- he smirks.

"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.

"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.

"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.

You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Oh, that's nice."- he says.

"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.

You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.

You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.

"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.

"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.

"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.

It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.

"I love you."- he whispers.

"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.

"Get better, okay?"

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“This is crazy, I am not doing this,” you sigh dramatically as your friend judges you with the straw in her mouth. You look up and glare at her, how dare she not give it any importance?

She silently stirs her drink before saying, “You knew this was coming, he is just two ahead of you in the list.” You groan softly knowing how right she is but you still refute, “Well he is two before, I am supposed to partner with the one before me.”

“How convenient he dropped out right before,” she grins obviously enjoying this situation more than you can imagine. “Can you stop smiling? It isn’t funny,” you roll your eyes as she shrugs.

“All you talk about is him being cute, him staring at you and him looking hot so I think this is a great opportunity,” she giggles as you slap her arm and shush her. “You have to remember he rejected me,” you whisper as if the other people in the café are very interested about you and Minho.

“Uh correction, he said and I quote, ‘Not into those right now’, and that screams to me that he is interested but is just shy,” she winks as you make a ‘barf’ face before saying, “That is worse, technically.” Your friend scoffs at you and makes a hand gesture which you figure out- stop overthinking.

Maybe she is right, maybe you do need to do that.

She was not right. You tap your feet nervously as you wait for Minho to fix his camera for the outdoor shoot you have been given project on. You two have reached here separately and there has been nothing but silence since the past thirty minutes. The time has given you to wonder why you couldn’t have kept your mouth or rather your fingers shut a week ago when you boldly typed out the message that you like him.

You quietly arrange your equipment making up your mind that you got to suck it up and work with him. Moments later he walks in and you force yourself to not look up. You need to play this non-chalant because he promised you two would stay friends but it is easier said than done.

“Shall we start?” you jolt and then curse quietly before nodding at him and get up avoiding all possible eye contacts with him. Minho blinks before shrugging and pushing the document print out towards you. You take it as fast as you can, skimming through the details and nodding.

You breathe in and realise you can do this fast or slow and it all depends on you two so you finally say, “You can film the people while I film the nature and then we can contrast my video with your everyday life video for the final video.”

“That’s a good idea, we should start right now?” he asks and you give him a look saying, “You spent fifteen minutes fixing your camera and so did I, of course we are starting now!” Minho snickers a little and you swear you see his lip corners lift up a little but he brings the camera to his face and you focus on your work.

A few hours pass by and you are kind of relieved that the awkward atmosphere has soothed a little. You are glad that both of you are sticking to the work and that he hasn’t brought up the last week event. The only thing that is worrying you right now is the cloud forming in the sky that is telling you it is going to rain.

You look at Minho once who is still engrossed in filming so you shrug the feeling off as you resume your own work. Soon enough a ‘plop’ sound makes way to your ear and almost instantly you hear Minho curse under his breath as he taps you urgently. Without looking at him you start packing up as you hear his frantic breath trying to find a good shade.

The rain drops start becoming more frequent and you panic at the thought of saving the equipment. Suddenly a hand grabs your wrist and someone is pulling you fast as you look up to see Minho with your equipment in his other hand. The rain comes harder and he pulls you harder as you see the faint shadow of his car standing at the distance.

You watch him getting soaked as he holds an umbrella over your head but something takes over you as you snatch it from him even while running and hold it over his head.

He gets no time to argue as you two run and as soon as you reach the car you pack the equipment in the back. You push him off towards the driver’s seat as you sit down on the passenger seat. You internally cringe at the very large wet sound your clothes make as you sit down.

Minho sits down and shuts the door, the tapping of the rain against the car the only sound filling your void right now. You hear a very soft indie music playing in the radio as you two sit silently until he breaks the silence, “Are you an idiot?”

Your head whips towards him at comical speed mouth agape to argue back but suddenly your face is covered with a towel as you feel him running it over your hair. That very effectively shuts you up as you feel him slowly bring the towel down to wipe your face slowly. As soon as you feel your face dry a bit he takes the towel off you and awkwardly throws it at you mumbling, “You can do it on your own now!”

You quietly take it and before he can say anything else you reply, “For the record, I am not an idiot.” “You definitely are considering how you pushed the umbrella towards me,” he retorts and you scoff saying, “Because the camera needs more saving than I do and may I remind you that you were holding my stuff.”

He shuts up knowing he can’t give a proper reply to that argument and you quietly return to drying yourself up. Now that you two were are quiet and alone you hope he will not bring up last week at all. You hear him turn on the seat warmers and quietly murmur a ‘thank you’.

Minho looks at you worriedly and before he can stop himself he says, “Don’t catch a cold.” As soon as those words reach your ear you reply before you can stop yourself too, “Sure, now you care!”

Your eyes widen at your uncontrolled mouth as you splutter out a ‘sorry’ but he replies, “I have always cared about you.” “Yeah whatever,” you reply and he replies, “I know you saw my lingering gazes in class.”

“Yeah why? Because this girl asked you out and you said you are not interested right now,” you chuckle sarcastically at him and he looks away knowing he really has no excuse to that. He stays quiet for a while as the clatter of the heavy rain takes over again before he speaks, “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t ask you about your semester break plans, if I didn’t care I wouldn’t ask your birthday seconds after you said you really wanted a gift on your birthday and if I didn’t care I wouldn’t be asking you out again right now.”

Your eyes widen as you try to make sense of his talk but he continues, “And I know no apology could ever be enough for this but I freaked out so hard when you asked me out because I could never imagine a girl like you liking me at all. And maybe the irrational part told me I would ruin it all by dating you so I hung onto the last thread and told you I still want to be friends. And I know it’s stupid, and it doesn’t make sense-“

“It doesn’t,” you shut him up as you speak over his rambling, “but I’m willing to take your nonsense over anyone else’s perfectly crafted world any day.” His eyes widen as he asks, “Wait, for real?”

“I mean what kind of loser keeps stealing glances in class even after rejecting the girl he likes over texts, find her right after you enter the class, and if you freak out for her getting wet it just adds icing to the cake,” you giggle as you keep looking at his poker face.

“Does this mean, you are saying yes? You will go out with me?” he asks impatiently and you tap your fingers against the dashboard saying, “Hmm, I don’t know, let me think for about sixteen hours and then reply.”

He groans but nods his head saying, “Fair enough.”

“Should I then say ‘we should be friends’ then steal glances and then ask you out a week later?” you smile, mischief gleaming in your eyes and he slams against the seat replying, “You are never letting this go are you?”

“Never,” you giggle as he narrows his eyes but a small smile plays on his lips nevertheless. You look out the window where the rain is still making patterns from the heavy downfall. Maybe rainy days aren’t so gloomy after all!

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[sugarushwriting]

exotic dancer lee minho x reader

you just ended a relationship, your friends try to cheer you up

adult content featured, read at your own discretion

too lazy to proof read sorry

“come on it’ll be fun!”

“momo, you’re talking about male strippers!”

“ah ah, exotic dancers!” momo tsked.

momo and your three other friends dragged you into the strip club where the exotic male dancers were.

background context: you were just dumped by your fiancé of 6 months, who claimed he didn’t love you or wanted to be with you.

you both had dated on and off for 3 years, before he finally proposed 6 months ago. turns out he felt pressured and didn’t want to actually be with you anymore.

3 days ago you found him out in public with his new girlfriend. who yunjin did some digging on, and found your ex had been seeing her for 3 months.

while you two were engaged to be married.

it hurt you. you tried so hard to act like it didn’t, because truth be told, you weren’t actually happy with him. you also felt pressure and the need to be married.

you were in your late twenties, the only thing you had were your career and cats. although that was enough to you, it wasn’t enough for your parents. it wasn’t necessarily that they wanted grandkids, but someone who would take care of you once they pass on.

although you were independent, your parents didn’t want to see you grow old and alone.

inside, the club was all dark lights, poles galore, and shirtless men even more.

before taking a seat, you all stopped by the bar to grab drinks.

you weren’t complaining about the view, it’s just something you weren’t used to—or ever did.

“what am i supposed to do?” you asked lost, looking around.

momo led you and your friends to a booth, a pole and stage in the middle.

“relax, let the men dance for you, and tip!”

“do i touch them?”

“only if they invite you to.” momo winked.

you looked at the pamphlet on near the booth’s table, “it looks like this dancer’s name is, cat daddy?”

“mhm, he can be the daddy of my cat, any day.”

“sana, you don’t have a cat.”

“yes i do, and she’s purring right now.” sana laughed, mina, nayeon and momo joining in.

it took you a while to understand the innuendo, and you joined in the laughter, you all quickly quieting down when a man with cat ears came into view near the booth.

with a smirk, he bowed, his muscles showing off in the black sleeveless top he had on, and the tight black pants showing his strong thighs.

“i’m cat daddy, how can i help you beautiful ladies this evening?”

sana and mina fanned themselves, momo engaging in conversation with a pout, “our friend here just went through a terrible break up and could use a great distraction.” momo’s hands were on your shoulder to let the man know who it was.

“i’m sorry to hear that miss, but i can be of great service to distract you.”

“mhm, would you be a great service and give her a private dance? on me, of course, i’ll pay.” momo smirked, catching you off guard as your eyes went wide.

“mo—,” you went to say but she patted your bare thigh to get you to hush.

“of course, is the lady okay with that?” he turned to you, an eyebrow raised up. almost a little taunting or dare for you to say no.

“oh, yeah, i’m okay with that.” you replied.

with a smile, he grabbed your hand, your friends cheering in the back ground. the man led you in hand to the back, where many private rooms where, accompanied by a couple of guards by the main entrance.

“should i call you cat daddy? or is there another name i can use? or maybe you would like to know my name?” you rambled off. you ended up telling the man your name.

with a chuckle, he turned around to face you, a big smile plastered on his face. “i’ll all you kitten. fitting to my name, right?”

“i mean yeah—,”

“and you can just call me daddy.”

your eyes once again went wide, your body rigid at his words. not only your heart thumping in excitement, but also down south.

he pulled you into a vacant room, closing the door behind him, after turning the sign on the door, to say ‘occupied.’

he gestured for you to sit on the chair of the bed in the room.

you choose the bed as it looked the comfiest. “see, uh, i’ve never been at a place like this, so i don’t know what to do,” you rambled as you sat.

he never took his eyes off of you, like a predator stalking his prey.

you kept rambling, unaware of (or trying to ignore) him getting closer to you, soon his face right in front of yours, almost nose to nose.

“lay down kitten.”

“what—,”

you gasped when he forcefully laid you down, you suddenly sitting up on your forearms to look at him like he lost his damn mind.

that thought quickly went away, when he took off his shirt, almost teasingly, rolling his body as he did.

he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs so he stood in between them. grabbing your hands, he held them against his abs, your fingers scratching along, his head tilting back as he moaned lightly from your cold touch.

he guided your hands up to his chest, and around his neck, as he leaned down to your ear. “if you let me, i can make you forget and feel real good for whatever that ex of yours did.” he whispered, sending shivers down your body.

he leaned back to look you in your eyes, you lost in his. he looked so innocent with those eyes of his, but you had a feeling, deep down, he wasn’t so innocent when it came to bed activities.

you smirked, “as long as the ears stay on.”

he smiled back knowingly, “mhm, kitten, i knew you had a side to you that was masked by that innocent act.” he kissed your neck, and whispered, “call me minho.”

minho kissed you once, before his hands grabbed yours again, this time to his pants, wanting you to help him take them off.

you didn’t expect your girls day to turn into a girls night, let alone a night where you end up at an exotic male dancers strip club.

you didn’t expect tonight to become so entranced by a man you didn’t know, to want to know his secrets, wants, and find out why he chose this job or life.

you for sure didn’t expect to have helped a man undress, leaving on his cat ears, and he undressing you of your short skirt and top.

and lastly, you didn’t even think tonight would end up with you on your back, in said club, in a private room, having said man licking between your folds like it was his last day eating on earth.

“oh—oh my,” you gasped then moaned, your hand shooting to minho’s fluffy hair, your back arching off the bed.

his tongue worked between your folds, nose nudging your clit, fingers used to spread you more open for him.

minho hummed and moaned, quietly showing his appreciation for letting him between your thighs.

for the way he was making you feel, you wanted to thank him. ex definitely forgotten, your mind focused on minho’s tongue, the noises, and the grips his hands now had on your thighs to keep you open as you kept threatening to close the closer you got to coming on his tongue.

“minho, i’m—i’m,”

“i know kitten, let go for me, mhm?” he hummed kissing your clit, before his tongue burrowed deep in your opening, you soon becoming over sensitive.

“fuck!” you gasped out, hand gripped tight on minho’s hair, as you tried to calm your racing heart, your chest up and down.

minho kissed up your stomach, to your naked chest, deciding against overstimulating you. for now.

he licked one free nipple, then the other. he continued his way up to find your neck, his teeth latching the skin for a teasing bite.

minho sat up, knees on either side of you, you reached up to his calvin klein boxers, your fingers teasing the band. it sent chills through minho’s body, his dick becoming harder with the touch.

“don’t tease me, kitten.” he warned through a moan.

you smiled, taking out his dick from the tight black boxers, him hard and tip red, already leaking a bit of precome.

with a lick, you lightly brush led your tongue against his tip, before leaving a kiss. you pulled away, your thumb rubbing circles on the tip.

no hesitation, minho scooted closer as smoothly as he could with his boxers around his thighs, and shoved his dick in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with a gag.

you quickly adjusting yourself to his thickness, and grabbed minho’s ass in your hand as he did the work by rocking and rolling his hips against your mouth.

“that’s it baby, take all of me.” he moaned quietly, you getting wet by each second. you were ready for him to just ruin you between your legs. to leave his everlasting mark.

with spits of curses and moans, it didn’t take much longer until minho stilled and came in your mouth.

pulling out, some leaked from your lips, minho quickly running his tongue against the side of your lips before he kissed you, tongue forcing itself inbetween your lips, in your mouth.

spit mixing, sloppy and wet, minho slipped the boxers off of his thighs, never detaching his lips from yours. he laid over you, his tip teasing your folds and clit.

you bit his bottom lip, tugging it between your teeth. “ruin me. distract me more.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, as minho plunged his dick into you, no waiting for adjustment.

you let out a gasp at the intrusion, but the gasp was of pleasure, and minho hummed, loving the sounds from your lips.

“i’ll make you forget all about past men you thought could please you, kitten.” minho rolled his hips, to aim deeply into you as much as he could. he wanted to be slow first.

the way he rolled his hips, and whenever he did, hit the right spot in you.

“minho,” you squealed, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“mhm that’s it kitten, scream my name. minho—daddy, will make you forget all about those pathetic excuses of past mistakes.”

you could speak, so you just nodded. eyes closed, as tears threatened to spill at how good he was making you feel.

minho suddenly changed his pace from slow to rough. his hips snapping back before forward, your thighs wrapped around him, thigh on thigh skin slapping.

minho pulled out, getting off the bed, before he tugged you along with him.

you brain was gone dumb, as he guided you to the chair, you gripped one of the arms of the chair, minho lifted your right leg to rest on the chair as the other stayed flat on the floor.

minho plunged into you from behind, the new angle, literally causing your own pussy to squeal along with you. you gasped, mouth wide open, as minho rocked his hips from behind you, fucking into you from behind. cheeks clapping, his hand wrapped around your throat, his veins on display, as his index finger forced its way into your mouth.

you sucked on his finger, his pace never faltering, you felt your pussy leaking from all the wetness coming from you.

his other hand snuck around your body, so two of his fingers could start adding pressure to your clit, sending you to the edge.

you didn’t mean to, but you slightly bit his finger, before screaming out his name. “minho!”

your brain and mind really turned to mush, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your vision going dark.

you came hard around his dick, sure leaving a ring of white around the base.

but minho’s thrusts became rougher and sloppier, as he chased his own. he was finally overstimulating you into oblivion and submission.

one of your hand gripped the chair’s arm tightly, the other gripping minho’s forearm, he gripped your chin so your head rested against his chest, your eyes facing him the best to your ability.

your body was in a position you didn’t know was possible, back arched so much, minho loved the sight in front of him.

he loved watching his dick disappear between your folds, your ass hitting perfectly against his hips.

with one last thrust, minho grunted, pulling out to leave his come on your backside. thick and warm, he breathed heavily, as if he ran a marathon. you nearly collapsed on the chair, but minho caught you to help you back to the bed, placing you on the bed.

he grabbed some wet wipes that were placed on a table in the room (next to the condoms you both ignored) and wiped his come off of you, and wiping between your thighs gently before he cleaned up himself.

“how, how am i supposed to walk out there like nothing happened?” you groaned out, struggling to sit up.

minho laughed, “you don’t, you do the walk of shame.”

“there was nothing shameful about that.” you grinned. “other than maybe fucking in a club.” you rolled on your back, laid out.

no time to rethink life choices or reminisce about what just happened.

you had to first put your clothes (and find your underwear), then think of how to exit while steady on your feet.

it wasn’t that you were in pain, but more so still over stimulated losing feeling in your legs.

“there’s an exit out back. you can tell your friends to pick you up there if you want to avoid lookers.”

you nodded. “best idea.”

minho, back dressed, cat ears still on, he walked out to find your friends. you quickly dressed, still not finding your underwear, but did your best to look presentable.

minho walked back to the private room. “they’ll meet you out back with a rideshare. is your place far?”

you shook your head, “we rented a hotel a block away. we live about 2 hours away from here.”

“different city to avoid people you may know?”

you nodded shyly. “yeah.”

minho walked closer to help you stand up, “kind of disappointing you live so far from me kitten. i would have loved to see you again.”

you felt hot, nearly blushing. “um, you don’t need to sweet talk me. you made me feel better and distract me.”

minho’s finger went to your chin, you lift your head up to look into his eyes, “kitten, if you think i do what i just did with you, with anyone, you’re mistaken.”

he kissed your lips tenderly. “why me?” you whispered.

minho shrugged. “honestly don’t know.” he smiled when you initiated a kiss this time. “promise to come see me, again?”

“mhm, maybe.” you teased. minho gripped your hips, and you chuckled, “okay, yes, i will.”

“good. especially since i know you’ll want your blue underwear back.”

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Gangster's Wife - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: mafia boss! Minho x fem! reader

summary: Your father owes a lot of money to a lot of bad people. So when a ruthless gangster shows up demanding payment, you offer yourself instead.

warnings: gun use, gun play, virgin reader, choking, breath play, slight dubcon, fingering, nipple play, lots of praise, unprotected sex, pet names

Minho ran his hand over the cool metal of his gun. Snow was beginning to fall and the drop in temperature was causing his breath to cloud around your father's face. “This is your last chance, old man. Where's my fucking money?”

Your father stammered and stuttered while Minho cocked his gun, pressing the barrel into his temple. You stood in the hallway of your childhood home. You knew your father had gambling issues. But you had no idea he had gotten involved with the most notorious Mafia in Seoul.

Minho's expression remains cold and unyielding as he listens to your father's desperate pleas. He tightens his grip on the gun and cocks it, the sound echoing through the room. "You have until midnight tonight," he growls. You stand frozen watching the scene play out before you. And somehow your own voice cuts through the tension, “take me instead!”

Minho's eyes flicker to you, his gaze appraising as he takes in your slender frame and youthful appearance. A small smirk plays on his lips as he lowers the gun from your father's head. "You think you can replace your father's debt with yourself? How cute.”

Tears start to well in your eyes while your father collapses on the floor. You lock eyes with him for a moment as he shakes his head desperately. Still, you stand your ground stepping forward towards the terrifying gangster. “Please!” You beg, “I'll do anything! Just leave my father be.”

Minho's smirk grows more pronounced as he considers your offer, circling you like a predator. "Anything, hmm?" He steps closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You truly have no idea what you're offering, do you?” He holsters his gun behind him and roughly grabs your arm. His calloused hands grip your skin as he pulls you towards his car parked outside. Before you could utter the words wait or goodbye to your father, you were whisked away to a sprawling manor. Once inside his luxurious mansion, Minho pushes you against the wall, his body pressing close. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He murmurs, his hand reaching up to tilt your chin. 

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “No! I'm not a…” your voice trails off in an obvious lie. Minho's eyes narrow, his grip on your chin tightening. "Liar," he accuses, his voice dripping with disdain. "I can smell your innocence, feel it in the way you tremble.”

Without a second thought, you make a reach for his gun still holstered away. But as soon as you make a move for his gun, Minho's reflexes kick in. He grabs your wrist mid-air, his eyes flashing with anger and a hint of something else - was that amusement? He spins you around and slams you against the wall again. He pins your arm behind your back, his other hand reaching up to wrap around your throat. He squeezes, cutting off your air supply. "Trying to steal my gun, huh? You really are a foolish little thing," he chuckles, his breath warm against your ear. You let out a soft whimper, your body attempting and failing to break free from Minho's grasp. He tightens his hold around your neck, enjoying your struggling attempts to free yourself. He can feel your pulse fluttering under his hand, a sign that you're running out of oxygen. He pulls out his gun and places it on the table beside you, within his reach but not yours. “You know what I could do right now?” He whispers roughly into your ear, his expression unreadable. You feel the familiar sensation of his other hand on you again, this time finding your bare thigh. "I could fuck you right here against this wall," he says calmly, his fingers creeping higher up your thigh. He's still holding you in a chokehold, making it hard for you to speak or move. "No one would hear you scream. You'd be all mine.” 

You feel your heart pounding in your ears at his threat. But soon his grip loosens around your neck. Minho releases your neck completely, watching you slowly step back from the wall as the tear rolls down your cheek. He reaches up to wipe it away with his thumb, his expression softening ever so slightly. You glance at his hands as he grabs his gun again from the table. He adjusts it in its holster, his eyes fixed on you as you wipe your tears. He seems to be fighting an internal battle, his expression torn. He takes a deep breath and speaks, his tone surprisingly gentle. "That should teach you to throw yourself into the flames of Hell for someone else. It's dangerous out here, princess. Come here.” He reaches out and gently catches your wrist, pulling you closer. His touch is surprisingly tender, completely different from how roughly he handled you before. He studies your face, noting the lingering fear in your eyes. "No more tears.” You nod your head softly, still keeping a cautious distance from the terrifying gangster. "Good girl," Minho murmurs, his thumb rubbing your wrist soothingly. He unexpectedly reaches out to wipe a smudge of mascara under your eye. Your heart flutters for a moment. The feeling of his hand so soft causing a fire to start to burn in the pit of your stomach. He releases your wrist and gestures for you to sit down on the couch next to him. A slow, satisfied smirk spreads across Minho's face as he watches you move towards him and sit carefully next to him on the couch. He reaches out and cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Such a good girl," he praises, his voice low and husky. "You have no idea how much trouble you're getting yourself into.” Your eyes roll back for a moment from the mix of his expensive cologne and devilishly smooth accent. You lean instinctively as he speaks. His breathing becomes slightly heavier as he maintains his position, studying your expression intently. His free hand moves to rest on your thigh. "Tell me..." He whispers again, his voice thick with desire "Do you want me to kiss you?" His thumb traces your lower lip. “Yes…” you whisper unexpectedly, your warm breath mingling with his. A satisfied smirk plays at the corners of Minho's mouth at your honest response.

Without hesitation, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His fingers tilt your chin up, controlling the angle while his other hand grips your thigh firmly. You let out a soft moan and he swallows it greedily, deepening the kiss further. His tongue pushes past your lips to explore your mouth, tasting and teasing you. He breaks the kiss suddenly, leaving you breathless. His forehead rests against yours as he catches his breath. "You taste even better than I imagined.” With one hand still on your face, his other hand trails up your inner thigh, fingertips ghosting over your already soaked panties. "You're such a good girl, being so ready for me." His voice is low and teasing as he presses against your center through the fabric "But tell me something,” He demands softly, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your underwear. "Have you ever been touched here before?" His fingers trace the edge of your virgin territory, teasing but not entering. You shake your head while Minho's eyes soften as he takes in your innocent form. He places a gentle, tender kiss against your neck. His hand moves away for a moment and you panic that he may stop. That you may never feel this excitement and danger ever again. But then his fingers slowly push your panties aside, exposing your dampened folds. He gently parts you with his fingers, revealing your tight, untouched entrance. "Good girl for telling the truth.” Your back arches from the gentle praise. The vibration of his voice against your neck causes your nipples to harden. He notices your excited nipples and smirks, leaning down to capture one through your dress with his mouth. He sucks and nibbles gently, his fingers still holding you open. His middle finger slowly circles your entrance, gathering your virgin wetness. You cover your mouth with your hand and instinctively push your chest further into Minho’s mouth. The strap of your dress falls haphazardly off your shoulder. Minho takes the hint and pulls the other strap down, exposing your breasts fully. He switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. His finger finally pushes inside you, just the tip, testing your virgin tightness. He groans against your breast. Your mind flashes with the stories of how everyone had lost their virginity. You braced yourself for pain but there was none. You just wanted more. Minho's single finger continues to move inside of you while his mouth nibbles and pulls at your hardened nipples. Your hips thrust clumsily into his hand, desperate for more. Minho groans against your sensitive breast as he slides another finger inside your tight hole, stretching you slowly. “It feels…so good. Please, don't stop.” Minho's breathing hitches at your innocent admission, his fingers moving faster now, hitting your most sensitive spots. "That's it, sweetheart, come for me like this first. Show me how virgin tight you are." His thumb finds your clit and starts rubbing in fast circles as his fingers curl deeper. His fingers continue moving inside you as you come undone, feeling your tight channel clench around them. With a satisfied smirk, he moves back up to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss, silencing your cries. He slowly removes his fingers, showing them to you - glistening with your virgin juices. Your eyes slowly open again, your head lifting back up to face Minho who was now on top of you, caging you in. His expression turns serious, his eyes locked with yours. "Look into my eyes. I want to see your face when I take your virginity." He positions himself between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs wider. "This might hurt a little, but just look at me and breathe.”

This was it. The stories. The fairytales. The warnings. Why did you thrust yourself into harm's way? Into the open arms of the devil himself? He starts to slowly push himself inside you, watching your face intently. Your body is struggling to accommodate his size, and you let out a whimper as he continues. Then he stops moving, letting you adjust to the feeling of him inside you. "Breathe with me, sweetheart.” He repeats. His eyes never leave yours, watching you with the utmost care and protecting as he sheaths himself deeper. "Shh, look at me..." He pants, his face contorted with concentration and the urge to push deeper. "You're so tight, it's like trying to fit a king-sized bed in a dollhouse." He tries to push deeper, encountering little resistance as your body slowly opens to him. He grits his teeth, his hands shaking with the effort of not pushing too hard, too fast. He can feel your tight walls stretching around him, trying to accommodate his size. He finally bottoms out inside you, his entire length buried inside your virgin pussy. He stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely inside you. Minho watches your face still. Your eyes lock with his, your pupils dilating and expanding you with each breath. Then he starts to move, slowly at first, letting you feel every inch of him as he pulls out and pushes back in. He can feel your cervix pressing against the tip of his dick with each thrust. "That's right, you're mine now. This perfect cunt belongs to me.” You lace your fingers together around the back of his neck. Your face just inches from his as he keeps his steady pace. You part your mouth to moan but instead you whine, “show me what you've got.” Minho's movements quicken, becoming more forceful as he hears your words. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. He grabs your waist roughly, pulling you closer as he thrusts harder. A devilish smirk splitting across his face. His free hand moves to his holster, never breaking his rhythm. The cold metal of his gun presses against your neck as he thrusts deep inside you. “You really do like to play with fire, don't you?” He whispers roughly with his index finger on the trigger. Your body pulsates with a new and unexplored heat that courses through your veins like a deadly poison. Minho chuckles darkly, increasing his pace "Good girl, such a good little mafia princess." He presses the gun harder against your neck, using his dominant position to assert control "Now, who owns this tight little virgin cunt? Say it…”

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[remtrack]

ways he shows you he loves you ☆ lee know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[shu-porang-porang]

Kiss It Better

No one knows what a needy kitty he is but you.

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: just fluff coz I'm such a sucker for fluffy Minnie

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.7 k

You’re in your shared apartment, reading a book on the couch, with Soonie curling up in your lap, purring as you pet him. Except for the occasional mewing of the cats, it’s so quite you can hear your heart beat in your ears. You’re growing restless, can't stand waiting for him anymore, you even stayed a bit longer at work so you’d have to spend less time alone. You look at the clock on the wall, he’s late. As you reach for your phone to call him, the apartment door clicks open and the sound startles Soonie off your lap.

He enters and you hear him dropping his bag on the floor. He shuffles out of his sneakers into slippers and finally appears in your sight.

“Hey jagya” he offers you a tired smile and walks over to you.

“Hi love” you reply as he bends to give you a quick kiss before heading to change his clothes.

He comes back and plops down on the couch next to you. You put your book down and open your arms, inviting him into your hug. He circles his arms around you and buries his face in your chest.

“Tough day?” you ask as you play with his hair and draw circles on the small of his back with your other hand.

“mhmm” he hums hugging you tighter.

“It’s okay baby. Your tough day is over. Now you’re with me.” you keep massaging his scalp and he’s practically purring now.

“You did great today, you always do, and I’m so proud of you.” you finish your sentence with a kiss on top of his head and he looks up at you. His gorgeous sparkly eyes looking at you like a lost puppy melt you into a puddle. The little pout on his perfect lips makes it all the more impossible to resist him. So, you cup his face and kiss the pout away.

“I missed you so bad” he sighs against your lips. His lips get back on yours as if they’re finally where they belong. The kiss is slow and sweet, no hurried or sloppy movements, you both take your time pouring love into it. The moment is so pure and wholesome that overwhelms you.

“I love you so much” you break the kiss to remind him of that.

“I love you more”. It’s probably true.

Of course you fell first, he was a world-renowned idol after all, but everyone who knew him could tell that he fell harder, way harder than you’d ever thought possible. Soon enough you became his safe haven, the main source of joy in his life, the one thing he really cared about. That’s why on days like this, the only thing that could help him get through was knowing that you’d be there for him. He often questions himself how was he ever able to live this stressful life before you? But it doesn’t matter anymore, he doesn’t need to worry about his life without you, the only thing that matters is that he has you now.

Your heart is flooded with love. You lean in to gently kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes with a little satisfied smile on his lips, entirely letting himself go in your arms, basking in the warm glow radiated from your love. You plant the softest kisses on his eyes and then the ridge of his nose, it scrunches up cutely.

“Look at you, my adorable big kitty. How did I get so lucky to have you?” you chuckle lightly. His smile grows wider but he keeps his eyes closed, he wants more.

You generously offer him more kisses, on his temple, on his cheek, around the shell of his ear. You make sure to pepper kisses on every inch of his face. How could you not when he’s being so soft and needy for you?

“Are you feeling better baby?” you ask him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He finally opens his eyes.

“I do, so much better. Thank you”

“Anything for you, love” you lean in for another kiss before he lays his head on your lap and drift off to dreamland with your fingers in his hair, soothing him even more.

[mykoreanlove]

Under his gaze

Minho approached you, each step slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. The chill of the brick wall pressed against your back, making you flinch just enough for him to notice.

His gaze was unwavering, filled with a dangerous blend of adoration and desire, glistening as he studied every inch of your face.

With a subtle, almost possessive touch, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your pulse quickened, heat simmering within you, and you despised the way your body betrayed you.

Swiftly, you swatted his hand away.

“You think I’m one of your naive Barbie girls?” you hissed, fire in your voice.

He didn’t respond, only let his fingers linger, tracing gently along your skin, sending a thrill you tried to ignore.

“Don’t get it twisted, Minho. I’m not the nice type. I scratch, I bite,” you warned, daring him with your eyes.

A smirk curved at his lips, soft but filled with promise.

“Kitten,” he whispered, his voice a dark caress, “you’ll crawl and beg, too.”