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[23:04] — failed initiation :: l.minho

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➮ minho × gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: Your best friend invited you to a frat party and during your first game of Paranoia, your crush comes in to save your ass.

genres/themes/au: fluff; party themes; non idol au, college au

warnings: mild language, gn!reader, gn!best friend, alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive at the end

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a/n: this is for the initiation event hosted by @cultofdionysusnet that we members have to complete upon joining. There isn't much else to be said about it honestly. It's just a lil drabble. A lil timestamp lol nothing special. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

The lights and heavy bass had been blinding and overwhelming when you'd first stepped into the building earlier that evening but now after a couple hours and more drinks than you could remember, it had less of an effect on you.

When your best friend had invited you to this frat party, you'd initially turned them down, wanting to stay in but when you learned that your campus crush was going to be there. You couldn't pass up the opportunity.

You were on probably a sixth or seventh drink when one of the guys throwing the party came up to you. It was the guy your friend liked, Yeosang. He noticed your nearly empty cup and offered to get you a refill. You thanked him, accepting his offer.

Yeosang disappeared into the crowd as your eyes landed on the one guy you'd come to see.

Minho.

He was gorgeous, extremely smart and athletic, and not to mention absolutely hilarious. Not everyone understood or appreciated his humor or that he was a little rough around the edges but under that, he was genuinely a very nice person.

You'd seen your fair share of his generosity and his kind nature when he rescued three kittens from a tree on his way to class. He was also the kind of person to stop and move a turtle across the road so it wouldn't get hit.

With people, he tended to be a bit abrasive and came off crass.

But with animals, he was a kind and gentle soul.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice Minho had made eye contact with you from his spot across the room and was now staring back. Your cheeks burned as you looked away, missing the slight smirk that appeared on his face. You felt a body squeeze next to you.

Yeosang had returned. "Your beverage," he said, offering you the glass and tapping his against yours lightly in silent cheers. You lifted the glass and took a sip, surprised by the fruity flavors. It was like a mixture of different fruits. Like a fruit punch almost. "This is really good!" you said over the music.

Yeosang nodded, thank you. "Hey, you should come with me. There's a smaller room where everyone is just hanging out. Y/F/N is there," he said into your ear.

You nodded, letting him lead the way, glancing around but not seeing Minho anywhere.

Yeisang led you through the crowd to the kitchen and to a door that opened up to the basement. You glanced back at him in panic and he nodded, that same pleasant smile on his face. The kind that puts your fears at ease.

You started down the steps into the basement. He was right, there was a smaller party going on down in the bowels of the house. The room looked to be a gamer's cave of sorts. Inside were some of Yeosang's friends, your best friend and…

"Hey, Minho," a voice called. Your crush looked up as Chris walked over, the two greeting one another. Minho looked as if he was in the process of playing a game at the Foosball table against one of Yeosang's older friends, Seonghwa.

Your best friend made a beeline to you as Yeosang excused himself to go chat with a friend. "I was wondering where you were!" your best friend said quietly. You glared at them.

"I was right where you left me," you reminded them. Your best friend gave you a pout. "I'm sorry. Y/N," they replied. "I was getting a refill and then Yeosang told me this party down here was going on and so we came down here and then I got so caught up in talking to his friends. When I realized you were still upstairs I asked him to go get you."

You narrowed your eyes before letting it slide. No harm done.

You took another drink as you glanced around, your gaze settling on Minho again. He was facing Seonghwa, waiting for the other to be ready to start the game.

He looked so effortlessly flawless. He wore a plain white tee tucked into light wash jeans with rips in the thighs and knees. The cuffs of his jeans were rolled up once, exposing the top of his black high top converse. Over the shirt he wore a gray plaid button down, left unbuttoned and open to show off the tee and his silver chain necklace.

When you arrived earlier that evening, he'd been sporting a black leather jacket but had removed it at some point. His hair was styled lazily, like he'd put light product on his fingers and then run his fingers through his hair but after repeatedly running his fingers through his hair all night, the style had fallen out.

You turned away as Felix motioned for you and your best friend to join them on the couch. "We're gonna play a game," Felix announced as more people moved to sit around the coffee table, some on the floor.

"What kind of game?" you asked hesitantly. "You've heard of Paranoia?" You nodded slowly. "She's heard of it," your best friend offered. "But she's never played it." One of Felix and Minho's friends, Hyunjin, leaned forward to see past Felix. "Then think of this like an initiation to the college party scene," he said with a wink.

"So, I don't have to explain?" Felix asked, sounding relieved until Jeongin raised his hand. "I don't know the game," he replied, several others chiming in.

Felix groaned while Hyunjin took the reins, explaining the rules of the game.

"It's really simple," he started. "One person will whisper a question into your ear and then you have to answer that question out loud. It's typically a one word question. Then, other players can ask you what the question was," he added. Jeongin and a few others nodded.

"If you don't want to answer, you have to take a shot," he continued, producing a bottle and setting it on the coffee table while Yeosang approached with a sleeve of cups.

"If you don't want to play, get up now," Hyunjin announced. When no one moved, the game started. Finally it got to Felix who sat beside you. "Okay, Y/N," he started before leaning in, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his lips from would-be lip readers.

"Is it true you like Minho?" he whispered. Your eyes widened as he leaned back to look at you. After a moment of silence you finally nodded. "Y-yes," you answered. Felix chuckled, looking smug and triumphant.

"I knew it," he replied. "It's kind of obvious," he added. You threw him a dirty look as one of the girls in the circle, a girl named Yeji leaned forward. "What was the question, Y/N?"

Your cheeks burned. "I'll take a shot," you said quickly. Your best friend grabbed your arm as Hyunjin poured you a shot. "Are you sure about that? You've already had a lot to drink."

You nodded. "I'd rather drink than repeat the question you said softly as Hyunjin pushed the cup towards you. You reached to grab it but another hand took it and everyone looked up as Minho raised the cup to his face, taking a sniff.

"Everclear, Hyun? Really?" he scoffed. "Are you trying to kill people?" Hyunjin frowned. "Y/N has to take the shot, Min, that's the rule!"

Minho shook his head before raising the cup to his lips, eyes meeting yours. "To your good health," he said before downing the contents to everyone's shock. He gagged before crumpling the cup and looking at Hyunjin.

"You're a bad influence," he said before tossing the cup in the trash by the couch and turning to you, offering his hand. "Come on," he said softly. "Let me show you how to play Foosball." You took his hand without hesitation, offering an apology to your best friend and went with Minho over to the Foosball table.

The rest of the night was spent talking to Minho as he taught you how to play. You managed to beat him three times in a row as the rest of the party dwindled on.

Minho proved to be pretty good company and you end the night falling even more for him.

You also managed to fall into his bed but that was another story for another time.

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[straykits]

[ 5:32am / lee minho ]

hi friends, this is my little piece for @neo-shitty’s 24/8 collab event! it was very nice to feel part of smth hehe, even if it took me longer than necessary to get this up. anyways. 5-6am. i hope you guys aren’t surprised with the little thing i chose to write hehehe 😌

genres: friendly neighbours to ‘this could probably definitely be something more’

warnings: none, methinks.

wc: 1.6k (rounded up)

taglist: @hyuneytoast @violixs @dalkom-han @speckled-sunshine @peachy-yabbayy @smrutiisiva-13 @lixesque

the world, asleep, seemed so quiet. an entirely different being to what it was in the day. breeze after breeze kiss your cheek, brisk and cold and unforgiving.

that’s what you get, you suppose, for waking up at 5am and standing on the roof of your apartment building.

the city below you was barely showing signs of life. streetlights were still bright, constellated into a map of the many roads that made up your home. there were few windows in the apartment buildings around yours that were lit. people, silhouetted against their closed curtains, could be seen starting their day - by choice or by requirement, you didn’t know.

you hear the metalic creak of the door hehind you opening, and a hiss as the cold hits the newcomer. as they near you, you turn your head, and you’re greeted with the smell of hot chocolate.

“you’re insane,” minho says, his brows furrowed against the cold. he’s bathed in the blue of early morning and the shadow of his hooded jacket. his breath is visible before him momentarily before it fades away. “it’s freezing and you’re standing there like you’re immune. i can’t believe you do this every day.”

not every day, you want to protest, but you know by now how futile it would be.

so instead, you take a hot chocolate from him. “did you make this yourself?”

“yep. using the instant powder.” he takes a sip of his own, struggling against the hotness of it. a painful gulp later, he nods affirmatively. “tastes cafe made, i must say.”

with a scoff of laughter, you turn back to the cityscape. warmth seeps from the cup into your fingers, and you imagine it travelling up your arms and warming up your body.

the sky was still dark, it’s blue hues deep and lonely, waiting for the warmth of sunrise. clouds littered the sky; you had gone to sleep to the sound of rain, it’s calming pitter-patter leaving you worried that the plans you had for the following morning would be unachievable.

for the first time since moving in, you had run into minho while returning from enjoying the early morning sky. he had been about to leave for his morning run - a crazy idea, you had informed him, to have anytime before 7am, but he had refuted that you were doing something quite similar.

“and why are you returning home at this time? don’t tell me-” he had wriggled his brows, his meaning clear in the way his lips lifted into a grin and his eyes sparkled with tease.

“no, of course- of course not! i’d at least be dressed better, if that was the case,” you replied, gesturing down at your layers of sweaters and jackets. “no, i was- looking at the stars.”

your neighbour had frozen at those words, his face furrowed in confusion. “…at this time?”

“some things are only viewable at certain times,” you had explained. “I’ll show you sometime, if you want.”

minho had nodded his head slowly, contemplation on his face. “sounds like a date?”

and although you had rolled your eyes, bidding him farewell as you entered back into the warmth and comfort of your apartment, you stood here with him now.

“so... anything in particular that we’re looking for?” minho moves to stand next to you, elbows on the railing and hot chocolate held securely over the street below. “i can see the stars, but they don’t look any different to how they do most nights.”

indeed, the stars twinkled above, and minho was right. they didn’t look too different to how they did the last time you were up here.

but then again, you thought, wasn’t that the beauty of it? of most things? that they look the same, that they don’t seem to change, and yet people are still so drawn to them?

“did you know that some of these stars are planets?”

“is this a pop quiz?”

ignoring minho’s deadpan expression, you scan the sky for the brightest star.

“do you see that one? the one that’s really bright-” you freeze, glancing over at your companion to find his attention trained on the ground. you whack his arm. “stop pointing at the streetlight!”

feigning hurt, minho rubs his arm as he pouts at you. his eyes quickly turn skyward, however, and follows where your finger is pointed to.

“yeah, i see it.” he pauses, and you imagine him squinting at the star. “it really is bright.”

a small thrill fills your chest - something about sharing the things you know and the things you love with someone always made you happy, no matter the time of day. “that’s venus!”

the joy must have been plainly obvious in your voice, for minho turns to you with a slight smile on his lips, his brows creased in the middle, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to make of your excited tone.

biting the inside of your cheek, you mumble an apology.

“no,” minho shakes his head. “don’t apologise. that was surprisingly endearing.”

he says it so casually, so effortlessly, as if he was simply commenting about the colour of the sky.

you gulp, scanning the windows in the building opposite for something to focus on. “’surprisingly’? what’s that supposed to mean?” you mumble. he probably didn't mean anything by it, you knew,

you aren't sure if he had heard your words or not, for he sniffles and shakes his head vigourously , as if such an act could ward off the cold.

"so, venus, huh? the planet? that's... pretty cool. who'd have known that you could see the planets from here." minho turns, his back now against the railing and head tilted up at the sky. the hood of his padded jacket falls back and his hair blows about. he raises a hand, pushing it back.

it was a futile thing, for the wind blew it back into a mess, but something about the gesture makes your stomach flip, and you turn back to the sky.

a moment of silence passes between the two of you, and your ears finally hear past the wind, zoning in on the sound of cars below. people really are starting their day at this hour, and yet you and your neighbour are still watching the night sky - or, the early morning sky, really.

"so?"

“…so?”

“well…?” minho starts, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “continue to dazzle me with your facts - that is, on the assumption that you have more facts about the stars.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, all too aware that minho's eyes were trained on you, his head slightly tilted away from the sky.

when you turn to glance at him in return, he nods encouragingly.

and so you dazzle him.

minho stands silently next to you, nodding and humming as you feed him information about the sky. he listens attentively the entire time, asking questions when you seemed out of things to say, and following your finger as you point different things out to him.

“….and, although you insisted, i really think i’m rambling,” you mumble, the words followed by a nervous laugh.

minho turns to you with a confused smile, eyes bright. “and you can keep going, you know. i like hearing you-”

“the sun’s about to rise.”

you couldn’t let him finish that sentence. why? you weren’t even sure. but the way your ears were starting to ring and your stomach was feeling like you were standing on the edge of this roof with no railing… it was scary.

the good kind of scary, you knew, but scary nontheless.

minho’s face falls briefly, and he regains his composure so quickly thatyou almsot think you must have been seeing things. he looks away, looks to your left, where the sky was slowly starting to brighten.

“huh.”

it’s all he says, and you instantly regret cutting him off.

“well,” minho opens and closes his mouth, and when he speaks, the hesitance is almost inaudible in his voice. “if sunrise is soon, why… don’t I go grab us some food, and we can watch the sunrise together?”

ah, maybe you hadn’t overstepped a line. the regret and anxiety in your stomach eases.

you turn to him, brow raised and lips trying to fight off a grin, the cause of which you barely even knew yourself. “weren’t you just complaining a few minutes ago about how cold and unbearable it was up here?”

he raises his hands in defense. “well, i never said it was unbearable. maybe the company really makes the difference.”

“why,” you gasp, hand splayed dramatically against your chest. “i’m honoured to be called good company.”

minho shakes his head, chuckling so lightly you might have missed it had the hood of your jacket been pulled tight around your ears. with a start, he pushes himself up off the railings and starts backing away, towards the door. “I’ll see you back out here in fifteen?”

you nod as he reaches the door, your chest warm. as he turns back around, the sound of morning birds reaches your ears for the first time that day. you were almost certain that if you turned towards the eastern horizon and stripped away the cityscape, the familiar oranges of sunrise would be visible.

“it almost sounds like a date,” you manage, your ears suddenly warmer than they were before.

a twinkle in his eye, minho grins at you from the door.

“almost,” he says teasingly, before slipping away.

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thank you for reading! please remember that comment/feedback and reblogs are much appreciated. much love, always <3

[skzcre]

12:15 am

idol!minho x nonidol!reader, established relationship.

warnings: breeding kink(!!!), minho calls the reader kitten. a little bit of dacryphilia. overstimulation.

minors dni :)

his room was dark, save from the shadows the moon casted through his curtains. a cacophony of heavy breaths and skin slapping skin filled the heavy air. minho said he needed to go to bed early tonight to prepare for a very busy day preparing for the comeback.

but you had the absolute audacity to be waiting in his room wearing nothing but one of his striped long sleeves, teasing him with the sight of your thighs just barely covered by his comforter. how was he supposed to be any sort of responsible when you looked this delicious?

“shit.” he practically threw the comforter off your sweaty bodies, not caring where it landed. he was back on you immediately, pushing your plush thighs upward to let your legs rest on his shoulders before continuing his descent somehow deeper and deeper into you. you couldn’t help but to cry out for him, gripping the sheets for dear life.

minho often fucked like his life depended on it. like it would be the last time he’d get to feel your warmth or hear you keen his name. like he needed to stamp his name across every section of your body, and you fucking loved it.

there were tears blearing your vision but even in the dark you could see him so clearly. the furrow in his brow, the sheen of sweat covering his face and body. the way his abs constricted with every thrust, how his biceps flexed when he gripped your ass. like a greek god, sculpted from the finest materials known to man, and he was all yours. absolutely whipped for you whether he’d like to admit it or not. the lengths he would go just to see you smile, the effort he put into your relationship even though you naturally couldn’t see each other as often as you’d like due to his profession.

“fuck, i love you so much, min.” you whimpered out, your brain reduced to complete mush by this point. “so fuckin’ good, feels so good.”

“mm, i know, baby.” minho let your legs fall, leaning down to leave his pretty marks over your neck and jawline. his voice was deep in your ear and it made you shiver every single time. “if you keep squeezing my dick this good i might have to marry you.”

he gave you one particularly hard thrust and didn’t move, opting to stay buried deep within you. this time you screamed, back arching off the bed while your nails scraped against his arms.

“nngh…t-too deep..!”

“i wouldn’t stop fucking you, kitten. i’d fill you to the brim every hour of the day, fuck you in every single room of our home.”

you began to whine next, squirming underneath him, trying to pull away to catch a single breath. everything was just too much to handle, he felt so good inside you that it was almost painful. but minho’s strong hands easily kept you right where he wanted you.

“c’mon, pretty, you can take more. i know you can.” he cooed, pressing soft kisses all over your face. your thighs began to tremble, toes curling as your nails dug into the skin of his biceps. “c-can’t…too much—ah!”

somehow his fingers found their way down to your clit, an electric surge crackling through your entire body. it began to move on its own, hips jutting upwards for more. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

minho drew circles around your clit, watching with adoration as you fell apart around him. “mm, that’s it. that’s my girl,”

“gonna fuck my babies into this pretty cunt.”

[gimmeurtmi]

[ 02:33 ] you whined as you tossed and turned around the bed, the blanket too heavy and the hand around your stomach suffocating. you moved it away delicately from your body, the place where it rested damp as the heat took over your skin. you shuddered.

“bunny,” a voice mumbled from the dark next to you, “are you peeing?”

“i’m just going to drink,” you whispered back, “go back to sleep.”

your boyfriend groaned, placing his hand back in its rightful place on your stomach. you grimaced as the damp feeling intensified once he touched you again.

“minho,” you whined, “i’m leaving, i’ll be right back.”

he turned in his spot, nuzzling his face against his pillow. you quickly got up to refresh yourself, grabbing some water from the kitchen and breathing deeply as the cold air cooled down your skin.

you climbed back into your bed shortly after, dreading the heat the blanket offered you. the winter night was cold, but perhaps you overestimated just how cold it was when you went to bed with your fur lined leggings and minho’s big fluffy hoodie. you peeled off the hoodie first—still feeling the sweat clinging onto the tank top you had underneath it. your boyfriend switched out the blankets last week, and your big heavy winter one was too hot.

you whined silently to yourself as you climbed back into bed. without skipping a beat, minho turned in his spot—wrapping his arm back around you.

“min, no,” you sighed, pushing his hand away.

���why?” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. his very warm face.

“you’re too warm, fuck off.”

minho said nothing, least of all moved away, and simply brought his hands down to the top of your leggings. he dipped his fingers beneath the fabric. his fingers were cold, cooling you down instantly, but soon enough his hand had warmed up—and the touch was once again uncomfortable.

“your hand is sweaty,” you complained.

once again he said nothing, but this time he grabbed onto the material and pushed it down your legs.

“what are you doing?” you made a noise between a gasp and a chuckle—thinking now was not the time to get touchy with you.

“this is non-negotiable, you wearing thick leggings to bed is. take them off and stop complaining,” he said simply. his eyes were still closed, he was still trying to sleep—ignoring your whining completely.

you were about to say something but then he moved onto his back, pulling you with him—the hand on your stomach still securely in place. you wondered if you’d wake up with a red patch in that same spot from how fucking hot minho was right now.

“minho, i am literally sweating,” you tried pushing him away—but even practically asleep he was stronger than you.

“bunny, just shut up. i’m trying to sleep,” he said softly.

“i can’t sleep when i’m so hot,” you shook his arm.

minho tsked. he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with his menacing stare. but that softness he only reserved for you was still in them once he settled on your flushed face.

he kicked the blanket off both of you, making sure it still covered your middle (because you couldn’t sleep without a blanket across you somehow) and then he signalled for you to sit up and flipped your pillow over to the colder side and then he turned the heating off in the room. after all that, he brought his hand back onto your stomach.

“there’s only one thing i cannot compromise with you,” he explained as he used his hand to pull you closer, “other than that we can change everything until you’re comfy.”

you nodded. it was only a small price to pay.

minho then went back to sleep, nuzzling his face into your skin happily after you finally stopped moving around and hopefully started falling asleep as well.

the heat in the room had settled down, the temperatures dropping rapidly. the place where minho’s arm was around your stomach was the only warm spot.

small goosebumps started to rise up all across your skin.

“min,” you whispered sheepishly.

“mhm?”

“i’m cold now,”

“oh for fuck’s sake,” he sighed. he pulled the blanket back on top of you, blindly making sure you were completely covered by it.

he let you slip your cold hands underneath his shirt, ignoring it in hopes you’ll just fall asleep already.

after about ten minutes you brought your finger up to his chin, tapping it lightly.

“whaaat?” he groaned.

“i love you,” you said simply.

“i love you, too. now can you shut up and just sleep?”

“can’t sleep,” you pouted, even though he still had his eyes closed and couldn’t see.

“well i can,” he helpfully supplied. “just close your eyes—“ he started, bringing his palm up to your eyes and running his fingers down your eyelids in an attempt to close them “—and stop bothering me.”

“am i annoying you?” you asked, tapping his cheeks.

“you are,”

“am i making you mad?”

“you are,” he said, kissing your cheek twice. “sleep, bunny.”

“will you be here when i wake up?” you asked, quietly.

at that minho opened his eyes. he ran a thumb over your cheek, his other arm squeezing your stomach.

“bad dream again?” he asked softly.

you nodded.

minho smiled delicately at you, pecking your lips softly before pulling you closer to him. his body was warm—but with your leggings now off and the cold from the room still on your skin it wasn’t too overwhelming anymore.

“i’m staying with you, bunny. non-negotiable.”

you nodded slowly. minho kissed your forehead again before mumbling a warning of good night and settled back into his comfort, arm still solidly against your stomach.

[bbyquokka]

1:30 pm (lmh)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lee minho x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | lovers to friends, timestamp, suggestive – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | lots of kissing, grinding, love bites, reader and minho are desperate (aka horny) for one another

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.9k ~ (923)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | song inspiration for this lil piece below ! i hope u all enjoy ‹3 tysm for reading !! ‹3‹3

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bodies pressing against each other. hands tangling in each other's hair. your fingers rake along his scalp whilst he tangles the strands of your hair around his fingers.

heavy pants and moans swallowed by one another. the desperation for more kicking in slowly but surely. you both pull apart for a brief second to allow oxygen to enter your lungs. 

minho’s kiss bitten lips attaching themselves to yours once again giving you little to no time to gather your thoughts. the small space of the closet makes you both feel small and claustrophobic. the heavy bass of the music outside ringing in your ears.

all you care about is him. the man that is currently taking your breath away. his hands slide down your sides to hold your waist where he soothes and strokes you from over your clothing.

his body is pressing against you. his chest against yours, one leg between yours to keep your legs parted as you hover over his strong thigh. you grip onto his shirt, hot breath mixing together with saliva.

skin hot and sticky. the air is humid and suffocating from the small space. your heart thumping so heavy and hard, it rings in your ears and drowns out the background noise.

minho's hands dip under your clothing. his hot yet soothing and gentle fingers caress the skin of your sides causing goose bumps to rise to the skin. 

it makes him chuckle. it makes him love that he still has that effect on you. his head tilts to the side to allow himself to deepen the kiss even more. his tongue gliding along your swollen bottom lip. as you part your lips to allow entrance for him, he pulls away slightly to speak

“missed you.” he mumbles against your lips. you whimper softly, unable to speak because he doesn't give you a chance. he takes advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue past them to meet your own wet and hot muscle. they both collide and tangle, a battle for dominance which you loose. minho swallows every breath moan, every drop of saliva that spills from your lips.

to him, its like honey. you taste and sound so sweet to him. it makes him tingle with excitement and adrenaline to pump through his veins. his shaky hands move from your waist to the small of your back where he pulls you even closer to him.

you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss him. since the break up (which was on healthy terms), you've missed him more than ever.

right person, wrong time. the stars were just not quite aligned back then. both of you have different aspirations and goals. the beginning of the relationship was good but once the honeymoon period was over, you both found yourselves fighting over anything and everything due to stress and the pressure to maintain the healthy relationship, so when it turned unhealthy, you both mutually agreed to break up.

you'd rather have him as a friend and still in your life than not at all. the same applies to minho.

“minho..” you gasp as you feel his lips peppering soft and gentle kisses on your neck. he sucks and gently bites the skin, leaving small love bites. his crotch now pressing against you which allows you to feel how excited he is for you.

and if that was enough of a tell-tale sign, he slowly starts to rub himself against you.

“‘m sorry yn. it's been a while and i’ve missed you so much.” his hot breath fans against your hot skin, making you feel shivers.

he vowed to never get attached to you. he promised himself but one touch, one kiss was all it took for him to fall deep in love with you. you're all he ever thinks about. after the break up, he thought he'd be able to spend more time focusing on his dreams and goals but instead, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you causing him to become severely distracted and desperate for you.

he slowly grinds and rubs against you. his head dipping and forehead resting on your shoulder as he pants heavily and desperately. like an animal in heat, he grips onto your waist with a small amount of force and his moans soon turn deep, long and frequent as he fluidly lets them slip past his lips.

you grip onto his clothing, desperation kicking in for the both of you as you grind and rub against one another. you match one another's tempo, moans mixing together and becoming one. minho kicks his head back a little, exposing his neck to you as his eyes flutter shut and lips part, hair sticking to his forehead and back of his neck.

“yn.. fuck, yn.” he moans softly. you close your eyes slowly, lips parting as you allow the pleasure to rush through your veins like adrenaline.

his touch, his sounds. it's all making you feel tingles. his nimble fingers that's caressing your skin is setting your skin on fire. his moans ring in your ears. the butterflies fluttering in your stomach make you feel giddy but also nauseous. everything about minho right now is making you feel dizzy. but strangely, you've missed these feeling. 

as you open your mouth to speak, to beg and ask for more, to take this elsewhere due to the intense amount of lust and desire you both have, you're rudely interrupted by a knock on the closet door.

“five minutes is over!”

[straylightdream]

8:13pm

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

established relationship

↳ after a nightmare wakes you up your husband comforts you.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 358

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐚𝐧: the Minho brain rot is real. I needed to write something short to get passed being a sad girl today.

Sitting on the couch in your living room your hands held a hot cup of chamomile that’s in your favorite lavender mug. A nightmare had woken you up, and it had been over an hour and you were nowhere near falling asleep again. You had turned on one of your favorite movies and were comfortably sitting on the couch. You were hoping to relax and finally be able to fall back asleep.

The sound of footsteps caused you to look up and find your husband walking towards you. A yawn passed his lips as walked over and sat next to you on the couch.

“Pretty, why are you awake at four in the morning?” he asked.

“I had a nightmare and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” you say before taking another sip of your tea.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

Shrugging your shoulders you took another sip of your hot tea. You knew he had a busy day ahead of him and needed all the sleep he could get. You didn’t need to disturb him because you had a nightmare.

“Finish that tea and come back to bed with me,” he reached over and rested his hand on your knee. You smile at him as he gently squeezed your knee.

“Okay,” you whisper before taking the final few sips of your tea.

Minho stood up, turned the tv off and reached over to take the cup from you. He walked into your small kitchen and placed the cup in the sink. Walking back over to you he took your hand in his and led you back into your bedroom.

Laying in bed he pulled your soft body close to his. He couldn’t seem to get your body close enough to his. With your head resting on his chest, he pressed his lips to your temple and whispered he loved you.

This reminded you of all the nights in the early stages of your marriage when nightmares would keep Minho awake, and you would be the one holding him while he tried to sleep. Now here he was holding you telling you that everything was okay.

[mazeinthemiroh]

[11:38pm] "i do not like y/n"

chan quirked an eyebrow up at his younger friend with amusement. minho stared at him intensely, jaw tightening slightly.

"okay," chan didn't sound convinced as he crammed a dumpling into his mouth, "whatever you say."

"well, fuck you too," minho retorted, throwing his chopsticks down to his plays, making a big clattering sound which carried through the restaurant, earning a couple of glances in his direction. chan chewed in his mouthful as he looked up, eyes sparkling with mischief and a grin forming on his face. he ha never seen his friend so worked up about something before. nothing ever really phased him. this could only mean one thing...

"oh my god," he started teasing, "you're fucking in love, aren't you?"

the silence that followed amused chan but penetrated minho. he felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

"absolutely not. nope. no way." minho crossed his arms over his chest. chan gazed fondly over at his friend, who wildly resembled a grumpy cat.

chan hummed and said nothing, which seemed to discomfort minho more. the silence was suffocating. he unbuttoned the top part of his shirt and breathe out. reaching across the table to lightly touch chan's hand, grabbing his attention, minho stared desperately.

"help me, hyung."

who was chan to deny such an earnest request?

tags: @hearts4sungie, @alyszaen, @jtrstp, @a-wandering-stay, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @hangyeomcult, @minnysproutgriffinteddy (please let me know if you want to be removed /added)

[chaerrycake]

2:22 pm... with lee know

fluffy content ! minho is very very shy & soft, he is whipped for you and won't stop blushing.

you are sitting on your boyfriend's lap as you watch tangled on the couch, his arms are holding you warmly and his hands are playing with the hem of your shirt.

you move your head to face him, paying close attention to his features. his fluffy hair that was a bit messy since he didn't bother to brush it (as he said, 'today's a lazy day, so i will be lazy'). his eyes that are very focused on rapunzel's magical glowing hair. his beautiful nose and the beauty mark on it that you love kissing. his soft lips that are slightly parted, showing his bunny teeth.

as you keep staring at him and silently admiring him, you can see how his ears start getting more & more pink.

"stop looking at me like that." minho whines making you giggle in response.

"like what, baby?" instead of replying, he softly grabs your chin and moves your head back in direction to the tv.

"much better." the childish (yet satisfied) tone of his voice amuses you, making you giggle in response.

you turn your head back to stare at him and he whines once again, his ears now completely red.

"you're so cute when you're shy, did you know that?" you move his head a little for him to face you, and you start caressing his cheek as you make eye contact.

"i'm not shy." he mumbles.

the way his gaze falls to your lips does not go unnoticed by you, so you happily give a short peck to his lips.

and now his whole face is pink.

"i was going to do that..." his complaint doesn't really sound like one thanks to the small smile on his face and soft tone.

before you could reply, he cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses your lips softly. lips moving so beautifully and slow, letting you feel all the love he has for you.

you pull out gently and you share a tiny smile, he gives you a tiny peck on your forehead as you switch your position so your chest is facing his and your arms wrap around his neck.

"i love you, lino." he pulls you closer to his chest and nuzzles your neck, as a way to try to prevent you from looking at his even-more-flustered expression.

"i love you more."

[chanstopher]

Lee Know ✧ God’s Menu Behind

[daceydeath]

[11:26pm] - Silk ties

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Word Count: 0.3k

Genre: Smut 🔞

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be a moron), bondage (light), blindfolds, spanking, oral sex (m receiving), pet names,

The silk tie covering your eyes still smelt of his cologne making you dizzy with need as you waited for Minho to touch you again. Seconds felt like hours as your skin burned for his touch, you could hear him slowly tugging his belt free of his pants before it thudded softly against the plush carpet.

"Kitten, behave" he warned seductively hie voice teasing you further, you had been naked and bound for what felt like forever as he pleasurably tortured you with his long fingers and talented tongue making you desperate for him.

'Please" you pouted pulling at the ties on your wrist "I need you".

"If you aren't going to behave then you aren't going to cum kitten" he admonished with a sharp smack to your thigh making you whine musically.

"I'm sorry M" you pleaded "I'll be good, I promise I'll be so good".

"Such a pretty girl begging for me" he purred much closer to you now pressing his thumb to your lower lip to open your mouth "You're going to make me cum so hard I can't resist fucking you".

Opening wide and flattening your tongue you were quickly rewarded with the tip of his cock tapping your bottom lip before he guided you so he was buried in your throat. Moaning you began bobbing your head in time with the roll of his hips his soft groans making you wetter with each movement.

"Such a good girl letting me fuck her pretty face" he groaned you could feel the drool dribbling down your chin as he sped up using your mouth for his pleasure your nose brushing his hot skin every time her moved groaning deeply he held you in place his seed filling your mouth and throat as he came, swallowing you lapped his cock clean before he pulled himself from your lips, using his thumb to wipe your drool covered chin.

"Ready for me kitten?" he panted not even waiting for an answer as he lined himself up with your entrance and sheathed himself inside you.

"Fuck M" you moaned loudly arching against the soft restraints around your wrists as he pounded into roughly making you see stars.

"My good girl, my perfect girl" he huskily murmured into your ear.

a/n: The smut train keeps on rolling any likes, comments or reblogs are loved and adored xx

Taglist (open): @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89, @damnyouficc, @roamingpolar, @tara-skyhold, @bakedlilgoonie, @krishastumblernow, @mrsseals16, @fawnpeaks, @leeknowinggg, @uno7, @tanzen-ist-gold,

[miel-ji]

{8:16 pm}: Lee Minho

A/N: crack? (or my attempt lmao), from this request, pranks w/ bf!Minho

Minho loved to tease you, in fact, it was one of his love languages, and he loved that you played along with his antics. You even initiated it half of the time, and your playful nature was one of the reasons he had fallen so deeply. However, sometimes he got so caught up in messing with you that he momentarily forgot about your eventual retaliation. He knew that some would consider it childish, but he couldn’t deny how attractive you were when you’d get riled up. 

You had been complaining about how hungry you were, but you didn’t know what you wanted to make or if you wanted to order something. After so long of listening to you debate with yourself, your master chef of a boyfriend had sweetly offered to make you a sandwich. You waited in anticipation as you heard him cooking only to be handed a cabbage, egg, and ketchup sandwich. “Darling, respectfully… what is this?” you asked him, eyeing the plate. 

“What do you mean, pretty? I made a sandwich.” He said innocently, but he knew what he was doing from his wide grin. “Fit for a bunny,” he playfully booped you on the nose to which you swatted his hand away. 

“I’m not a bunny. You’re a bunny… ” you grumbled as you took the sandwich from him, examining it closely, “there’s still plastic on the cheese.” 

He quirked an eyebrow at you with a playful smirk, “I thought you were hungry.” When you only pouted at him, he took the plate from you before calmly unwrapping the cheese, reassembling the sandwich, and taking a big bite out of it. “What are you going to do about it?” You were rendered speechless at the time, opting to just scowl at him, but in his fits of laughter before pecking your lips and walking out the door, he missed the mischievous glint in your eye as the gears in your head started turning. 

You had the perfect window to get him back by the time he would get home from practice, so you immediately got to work. Later in the evening, you took a peaceful nap, waiting for his return. 

He came in the door with his hair slightly damp with sweat and shirt still sticking to him from practicing hard that evening. He slipped off his shoes and took notice of the quiet apartment, “Love?“ He called out to you, but when he approached the couch, he saw you buried under a fluffy blanket softly asleep. A soft smile played on his lips as he carefully sat on the edge of the couch beside you. 

He took a moment to admire the way your eyelashes kissed your cheeks and soft tufts of breath left your slightly parted lips. He reached down to gently stroke your hair and you stirred slightly in your sleep, causing the blanket to slip off your shoulder. Minho pulled away and stood up to pull the covers back over you when he noticed you were clutching something yellow to your chest. He pulled the covers back to find a bbokari in place of your leebit, and he scowled at the rogue skzoo. 

He decided that he would just replace it with the bunny, trying to cautiously slip the plush from your arms when you blinked awake, “Min?” 

“Love, where is lee bit?” He asked you softly, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Why are you cuddling this random bird? You know, they’re much better to eat than to nap with.” He narrowed his eyes at the plush. 

You make a show of getting comfortable with bbokari again, settling back down for your nap before taking a peek at him, “you know rabbit stew is a thing right?” 

“We do not talk about that in this household! Leebit could hear you-” He paused and raised a skeptical brow at you before he asked you slowly, “Where is he?” 

“Check the freezer,” you replied nonchalantly, checking your nails as you acted disinterested. 

He gave you a confused look before slowly getting up and making his way to the kitchen. You grinned to yourself as you got up to follow him, trying to contain your giggles. He opened the freezer door, and his boba eyes went wide at what he saw. His mouth formed an ‘o’ as little laughs of disbelief shook him, and he carefully reached inside. 

“Y/n? What did you do?” He held a block of ice in his hands that had the tips of a pair of familiar bunny ears sticking out the top, turning it to look at all sides like he wasn’t processing what he was seeing. “Leebit? Can you hear me?” He called out to the plush in faux panic, the corners of his mouth curving up in a bemused grin. 

“Sometimes mischievous little bunnies need to chill out,” you explained to him with a shrug before walking up to him and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Just thought I’d remind you.” At your words, Minho tilted his head, and from the flicker in his eyes, you knew that your upper hand was slipping. He chuckled dryly before turning to place the ice in the sink. When he faced you again, he was relaxingly leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Is that so bunny?”

[sillyabtmusic]

(220607) Fragile - Seoho

+ bonus

[kim-woonhak]

JANGJUN GOLDEN CHILD ✧ ‘INVISIBLE CRAYON’ (2023)

[its-not-sof]

intimately aware

mark (fluff + smut)

summary: romanticizing the concept of knowing your partner deeply, and finding the joy of discovering something new. a series of vignettes capturing moments of everyday intimacy.

January 12th - 7:34am

“Y/N, it’s time to get up,”

You whined at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. It felt like it had only been a second since your alarm went off, you promised you were only closing your eyes for just one minute longer. You mumbled a half-hearted unintelligible retort as you sunk right back into your pillows. It wasn’t your fault that your new sheets were so comfy.

Mark smiled and laughed at your groggy display.

“I know it’s nice and warm under there, but I also know you’re going to hate me if I let you be late for work again.”

You groaned, turning your back to him indignantly.

“Just five more minutes…” you pleaded sleepily.

“You said that five minutes ago, love.”

“Yeah, but this time I mean it…” you mumbled, curling into your covers.

Mark smirked.

“I promise you’ll feel better once you’re up and in the shower.”

You closed your eyes again, silent,

“I promise I’ll make you feel better once you’re up and in the shower…”

The addendum suddenly piqued your interest, as you rolled over to face Mark.

“Promise?”

Mark smiled.

“I promise. Now get over here, pretty girl…”

With that, you were coaxed out from beneath the covers, following Mark’s enthusiastic lead to your bathroom.

February 13th - 8:39pm

“Are you sure about this?” You asked quietly.

Mark searched your hesitant gaze.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Y/N,” he replied, lacing your fingers in his and placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

You breathed out an anxious sigh. You desperately hoped they would like you.

“I’m nervous,” you mumbled, glancing off to the side.

“Don’t be. They’re going to love you just as much as I do,” Mark whispered, sincerely. “Well, it’s pretty hard to top how much I love you, so that might be a stretch,” he joked, smiling at you to brighten your mood.

You took a deep breath as Mark turned off the car engine and stepped out. You followed suit, putting on your best smile.

You hoped they’d see just how much you loved their son.

March 9th - 1:26am

“You like that, huh?”

You whimpered beneath your boyfriend’s touch, his fingers finding your most sensitive bud with practiced ease. He gently teased you, giving slight pressure, just the way he knew you liked it.

“M-Mark,” you moaned, breathing heavy.

He quickly removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and making a show of sucking them clean. You suddenly whined at the loss of contact.

“You drive me insane,” you murmured, slamming your lips against his, pulling him closer.

Mark’s hands continued their exploration down your figure, roughly palming your flesh and gripping you with a fierce possessiveness. He began to trail hot kisses down your throat, nipping and sucking at your delicate skin.

“Mark, I need you to fuck me,” you begged, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Mark smiled in between kisses, deliberately slowing down again.

“Now, Mark, please…” you murmured. “I can’t handle your teasing tonight.”

Mark smirked.

“You know me too well, pretty girl…”

April 27th - 3:34pm

“How much longer, Y/N?”

You had been sitting in front of your laptop all day, answering emails, working on assignments, and overall taking way too long for your impatient boyfriend to handle.

“Just a few more minutes, love, I promise,” you answered. Mark pouted.

“You said that an hour ago, babe,” he retorted, bringing his chair closer to your desk. You sighed.

“Yeah, but this time I mean it,” you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were pushing your luck.

“C’mon, Y/N, just give me an hour and I’ll let you work all night if you want to,” Mark pleaded. Your lips curled into a smirk at his words.

“I hope I’m working on something much more fulfilling all night, Mark,” you chided, finally stepping away from your computer and into his waiting arms. Mark smiled.

“I knew I’d get you eventually,” he bragged, shifting your body across his lap and pulling you in for a soft kiss. You rolled your eyes but inevitably curled into his embrace.

“You get me for one hour, love. Don’t make me regret it…” you murmured, ghosting your lips across his neck.

Mark’s ears perked up at your suddenly suggestive tone. Not another moment passed before he lifted you up into his arms and carried your giggling self to straight your bedroom.

May 21st - 6:32pm

“Mark…”

You stared at your boyfriend from across the bedroom. What on earth was he thinking?

“What? I thought you liked surprises, Y/N?”

Mark glanced back at you innocently, giving you his best puppy eyes.

Your cheeks flamed in embarrassment as you looked at your boyfriend’s idea of a “surprise”.

“I can’t wear this, Mark…” you mumbled. Your fingers brushed the skimpy lace garment neatly wrapped with care in the luxury box in front of you. Just looking at it set your insecurities ablaze. Mark sighed softly, taking a step closer to you.

“Y/N,” he began, closing the box and gently taking your hand in his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.” You shook your head quickly.

“I’m not upset! I just— I’ve never— I’m not used to getting gifts like this,” you stuttered. “I didn’t know you wanted to see me in something like this, I guess I’m a little bit embarrassed. It’s not your fault.”

Mark smiled, brushing your hair away from your face and bringing your hesitant gaze back to his sincere eyes.

“Well, the surprise wasn’t supposed to be that I want to see you in that, Y/N,” he murmured. “You know how sexy you are to me, right? But I want you to be comfortable too. Next time, I’ll ask you first.”

You nodded silently, leaning into his tender touch.

“I’ll wear it, but just for you, okay?”

June 10th - 12:24am

“Can you keep doing that, please…”

Your boyfriend sighed in your arms as you ran your fingers through his soft, dark hair. You smiled, lightly scratching your fingers against his scalp.

“Of course,” you murmured, relishing in the fact that you got to hold him close and make him feel good for once. These moments were becoming scarce, with his schedules seemingly never-ending and your own career taking off it was hard to find moments of quiet intimacy.

Mark’s breathing began to even out, slowing slightly as he relaxed into your embrace. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, pulling him closer to your chest.

“I love you, sweet boy.”

July 23rd - 7:45pm

“Mark, have you seen my—“ you called to your boyfriend before abruptly colliding into him.

“These?” He teased, holding up your favorite pair of shoes.

You glared at him playfully before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, taking the shoes from his grasp.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. “I guess I’m just a little scatterbrained today.”

Mark smiled.

“It’s no problem, I know you always forget where your shoes are when you leave them by the front door.”

You gave your boyfriend a grateful look, slipping your shoes on quickly.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you declared. “How do I look?”

Mark’s eyes lingered on your body, noting how the dress you chose showed little skin but somehow made you even more alluring to him. He smirked.

“If I answer with what that dress makes me what to do to you, we’re not going to make it out the door in time,” he murmured, drawing you close and pressing a kiss on your neck, not wanting to mess up your carefully applied makeup.

You giggled at his response and playfully pushed him off you.

“Alright, settle down, pretty boy,” you replied, quickly kissing his cheek.

Your lip gloss left a shiny pout mark on his face, but he didn’t seem to mind. He wanted nothing more than to show everyone tonight that the prettiest girl in the room was all his.

August 1st - 11:52pm

”Mark…”

A small mumble of your boyfriend’s name tumbled from your lips as you slept fitfully. He still wasn’t home, and as ashamed as you might be to admit it, you never slept the same without him there.

After tossing and turning for what felt like ages, you heard the sound of your bedroom door opening.

You turned to face the direction of the noise, and you smiled when you saw your boyfriend’s tired form heading towards your bed.

“Mmm… Hi, love,” you whispered, waiting for him to join you under the covers. Mark cradled your face in his hands gently.

“I’ll be back after I shower, I know you can’t sleep without me,” he teased, kissing your forehead.

Once your boyfriend was back in bed with you, you felt your body relax into his arms. Mark shifted closer to you, burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you, today,” he admitted softly. You let out a soft sigh.

“I always miss you, Mark,” you mumbled, stroking his cheek.

You boyfriend stilled, hesitating before he spoke.

“I don’t want you to have to miss me, Y/N. I promise you’ll never have to sleep alone,” he murmured. “Soon…”

September 27th - 10:32am

You slept in on your day off, since rolling out of bed in the mid-morning was a luxury you could hardly ever afford.

You stretched as you made your way to the kitchen. Your tired gaze nearly missed the surprise waiting for you on the counter.

‘for Y/N—

enjoy your day off, sleepyhead :)

all my love — M’

Your favorite iced coffee drink sat next to the handwritten note, a small heart drawn on the side of the cup. You smiled to yourself and wondered how you got so lucky.

October 31st - 10:15pm

“You’re so cute when you do that.”

Your boyfriend smiled bashfully.

“What are you talking about?”

You laughed and pushed his hair away from his face.

“When you do that thing with your lips. You always bite your lower lip when you’re thinking hard about something. What’s on your mind, Mark?”

Your boyfriend laughed and looked down at his lap, suddenly shy.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered.

You gave him a disapproving look. You knew he was hiding something. Mark sighed in defeat.

“It’s just— seeing you giving out candy to all those kids trick-or-treating tonight made me think about how you would be as a mom. I know it’s weird, but I kind of liked it…” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

You smiled faintly.

“Do you want kids someday, Mark?”

Your boyfriend hesitated before turning to look at you.

“Yeah, I think I do. I’ve never thought about it until recently, but my god, a little version of… you and me would be so fucking cute.”

You stared at your boyfriend, an unfamiliar feeling bubbling up inside you.

“I think I want that too,” you whispered, pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

Mark responded in kind, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you close.

“I love you, Y/N…”

November 6th - 6:35pm

“Mark, come back… it’s too cold without you,” you whined as you boyfriend got up from the couch.

“I’ll be right back, Y/N, I promise,” he answered, kissing the top of your head.

Your heating was out during the coldest time of the year, and you decided to use your boyfriend as a replacement heat source. Mark had no complaints, immediately volunteering to hold in his arms while you worked on your emails.

You shivered slightly in his absence, pulling your blanket around your shoulders.

“I’m back, c’mere,” Mark opened his arms and coaxed you back onto his lap. Once you were settled again, he sighed into your shoulder.

“Hey, Mark,” you murmured, hesitantly.

Mark hummed in acknowledgement, waiting for you to continue.

You took a deep breath, hesitating before letting out a small sigh.

“It’s nothing,” you whispered, relaxing back in his arms.

Mark closed his eyes, content to hold you close as long as you’d let him.

December 29th - 8:47pm

“Mark— Ah!”

You cried out as your boyfriend teased you through your third climax that night. His tongue flicked and swirled across your heat, making you squirm against his face. Mark slowly pulled away, admiring his work.

“Do you have one more round in you, pretty girl?” he murmured, pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs, sucking and biting the smooth flesh.

Your breathing was still labored and your eyes slid closed for a moment, coming down from the pleasure high you’d just experienced.

“Give me just a second, okay?” You huffed, a smile stretching across your face as you finally caught your breath.

Mark moved to brush your hair away from your face and steal your waiting lips in a passionate kiss.

“Y/N…” he whispered your name like a prayer, reverently admiring your post-coital afterglow expression.

You slowly opened your eyes and lost yourself in his intense gaze.

“I love you,” you whispered, brushing your fingers across his cheek, moving to stroke his hair the way you knew he liked.

“Can I show you how much I love you, Y/N?” Mark whispered, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

You smiled.

“Please,” you replied, capturing his lips in another kiss.

Mark smiled, and instead of returning to his previous position, he reached over to your nightstand drawer.

You watched his movements, confused, until he returned to you with a small velvet box in his fingers.

“Y/N, will you—“

“Yes.”

[gimmeurtmi]

warnings: 🔞 oral (f receiving), idek what this is, under read more bc it’s purely smut

[ 23:36 ] minho only got home five minutes ago,

but you were already on the edge of the bed—your sweats discarded to the floor—as minho’s lips circled around your clit. he sucked on it softly, only teasing you, not wanting to build up any excitement in you just yet. usually when he came home and jumped on you in the way he did today he wanted it fast. but not now. now his touch was comforting, soothing, the wetness gathering at your slit the only evidence you were doing something dirty. to you it felt ethereal.

minho brought his calloused fingers up your thighs, slowly and carefully moving against your skin. he gave them a small squeeze before his finger found your entrance, slowly teasing it.

he traced his finger up and down your heat, in circles, never quite giving you the full feeling you were after. but tonight, as minho set the pace, you didn’t want to chase anything. you just wanted to feel him.

the tip of his finger slowly dipped inside you, a small gasp leaving you as it did. minho repeated that action a few times before he went knuckle deep, curling his finger upwards.

“there?” he asked, moving away from your clit for only a moment. you nodded, as if he even needed to ask after all this time.

he flattened his tongue against your clit, allowing him more space to push two fingers in. he picked up his pace magnificently, his fingers sliding in and out of you in quick motions.

with each curl of his fingers he reached the deeper part of you, that one incredibly sensitive spot, a squeaky moan leaving you each time.

he pulled his mouth away from you, his fingers keeping up their rough pace, and started softly planting kisses on your tummy. he could feel his fingers moving inside you as his lips touched the soft skin of your stomach—and if he wasn’t careful minho might come undone from that very thought alone. he kissed around your hips, around your thighs, before planting small fleeting kisses on your clit. each kiss sent a jolt up your spine, paired with the unforgiving pace he was still keeping up with his fingers.

you wanted to cry.

you don’t know how minho always manages to make you feel so loved, so safe, even when he’s fucking you in the dirties way.

his head sat between your thighs again, his tongue moving up and down against your clit in slow slow motions. his coordination really was fantastic. his spare hand came under your thigh, pulling and squeezing at the skin before he placed it back on the bed.

as if this would be your only chance to do so, you reached down the bed, grabbing around until you found his hand. you laced your fingers together.

minho hummed against your pussy at the contact, his eyes shooting up to meet yours. they truly were mesmerising, even if he thought they were too plain. you could see everything you knew he was trying to say to you through those eyes—so how dare he say they were ordinary?

“baby, close–“ was all you managed to get out.

“you’re close?” he asked, kissing your thigh as he waited for you to tell him what you were missing.

“no, no, i need you close,” you sighed, pulling at his hand to get him to come closer to you.

minho chuckled at that, kissing your clit in parting before he climbed up your body.

he added a third finger as your spare hand pulled him into you by the back of his neck.

just like before, his kisses were soft and slow while his fingers kept up their pace, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

you never let minho pull away from the kiss, pulling him impossibly closer whenever he tried to kiss something else. you just wanted his plush lips on yours. you squeezed his hand in protest whenever he giggled at you, sighing at him that you needed him close.

minho was more than happy to comply.

you were so focused on his lips,how soft they were against your own, on the feeling of his chest against you, on his smell, you barely realised you orgasm was seconds away, not until you had to pull away from the kiss as it crashed into you. you squeezed his hand as you rode it out, his fingers moving against you in the exact way you needed, and only when your tight grip on his hand relaxed did minho stop his movements.

“what was that for?” you giggled, watching as he brought your interlocked hands up to his lips—kissing the back of your palm three time.

“i love you,” he shrugged. you pulled him closer wrapping your hands around him in a tight hug. who cares if he couldn’t breath for a few minutes? he took your breath away first so it was only fair.

[bbyquokka]

4:30 pm (lmh)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lee minho x fem reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, consensual somno, penetration (p in v), oral sex (f rec), clit stimulation, messy pussy eating, pussy drunk minho, spit play, grinding, squirting–if i missed any lmk!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1.2k ~ (1,265)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | the ending is kinda cringe but i didn't know how to end it! osabddjab! also, hugeee ty to @bintificreads for helping me with the warnings (and for the reassurance!)

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the mattress dips behind you. the bed frame squeaking a little due to the sudden weight. the scent of heavy aftershave hitting your nostrils as an attempt to cover up the smell of sweat but it’s a scent you know all too well.

“are you sleeping?” his breath fans against your cheek gently, the tips of his hair tickling your cheeks. you hum a little as a response before nuzzling in the pillow.

it's been a rough day for him and all he needs is something (or someone) to take his stress out on to so when he sees that silver necklace hanging around your neck that gives him consent, does he feel his cock twitch and excitement start to bubble in his stomach.

he swallows a little as he scans your body. his hands curled up into fists from the surging feeling of excitement. you're curled up in a ball, hand under your pillow, duvet covering half your body and showing off that flesh he so badly wants to taint with love bites and cum. 

“you're so pretty..” he whispers. you feel his soft and plump lips kissing your neck, suckling and biting gently before trailing up to your ear. he kisses and blows on the shell, causing you to shiver and groan softly. 

“i'm sorry, pretty. i just need a few minutes, i promise.” he pulls the duvet off you, satisfied to see you in flimsy panties. you feel the weight shift from behind to below you, your legs being slowly opened. his fingers sinking into your inner thighs, tongue licking his lips hungrily as he comes face to face with your core.

he glances up at you before taking a deep breath in and shakily letting it out. he leans in to kiss and mark your inner thighs, lips trailing closer and closer to your groin. you shuffle a little, humming softly before reaching down and itching your inner thigh from where his hair has tickled.

he lets out a soft laugh before trailing his fingertips up and down your folds through your panties. he applies a little bit more pressure on your clit, your body stirring as he slowly rubs your clit. pleasure starts to slowly spread throughout your body, traveling up your arms and legs only to be met in the pit of your stomach.

your lips part a little, allowing you to let out shaky and small breaths. minho traps his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you. he rubs and teases your clit and entrance whilst watching you squirm and pant a little.

he slides your panties to the side. his breath hitching in his throat at the sight and scent of you. he's missed this, missed you and now you're all his for the taking. he closes his eyes briefly to allow himself a few minutes to calm down before pressing the pad of his finger against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

your chest rises fast as minho teases your clit. he rubs in circles and side to side, occasionally dipping his fingers into your entrance to gather some of your wetness to use as lubricant.

“m-minho..” you moan out softly. he presses his lips together in a thin line, his penis now straining against his sweatpants. he pushes his bangs away from his eyes before rubbing up and down your puffy folds with two fingers, coating the skin and his fingers thoroughly in your wetness.

“you have such a pretty cunt yn.” he mumbles to himself, eyes fixated on the way your entrance throbs. “it's to be expected though. you are pretty through and through. makes me want to taint you so badly..”

he glances up at you for a brief second. convinced that you're still somewhat asleep, he grabs the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs. discarding them on the floor, he shuffles closer to your core.

“so perfect, so pretty and it's all mine.” he hooks your legs over his arms, hands on top of your thighs to squeeze the soft and plump flesh. he flicks his tongue out, flicking your clit with the very tip. 

you groan, back arching up off the bed at the feeling. minho's eyes flutter close as he presses his tongue against your clit and swipes, giving it slow and long licks. he nibbles and sucks on the bud, teeth and tongue grazing over it delicately as his fingers sink into your flesh.

so caught up in the sensation, he doesn't notice you waking up. only when he hears his name does he glance up does he realise.

“you're awake.” he says for a brief second before his tongue is back on your clit, lapping away at it.

“yea–fuck!” you groan. you reach down and bury your fingers in his hair. you feel his tongue lick between your puffy folds before diving into your entrance. he laps at your juices, humming and rutting against the mattress as your taste and scent overpowers his senses.

he pulls away for a split second to gather some spit in his mouth. he spits on your pussy before rubbing your clit side to side at a fast pace. you tug on his roots, the pleasure overwhelming you at a fast rate.

he buries his face deep between your legs as he messily eats you out. spit and juices coat his lips and chin. his nose bumping against your clit. you grind on his face slowly, bruises slowly forming on your thighs from his tight grip. teeth nibbling on your clit. he occasionally pulls away to kiss and mark your inner thighs before the need to be attached to your pussy overwhelming him.

“love this pussy. want more of it. fuck, i want more!” minho shakily moans. the lust overpowering him, making him shake and babble. he goes several minutes without breath just to eat your cunt, purposely depriving himself of oxygen. his tongue diving in and out of your entrance, nose and fingers rubbing your sensitive clit.

his mind slowly clouding over. scenes heightening due to your taste, sound and smell. 

your legs threaten to close around his head, which they do, trapping him in between your legs. within a matter of minutes, however, your legs are forced back open. minho's lustful eyes gazing at you, his bangs covering them just slightly.

“minho.. so much. i might end up cumming if you carry on.” you pant heavily. the burning knot in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“do it. cum on my face. give me everything, yn. i want it.” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. you shake, orgasm fast approaching and which one final swipe of the tongue, your orgasm hits. 

your thighs shake as your juices coat minho's face. he pulls away briefly to watch you squirt out onto the sheets. he licks his lips as your pussy throbs and pulsates, minho licking his lips before diving back between your legs and licking the juices off your skin and entrance.

“m-min! b-baby!” you gently push him away due to oversensitivity. he allows it but only because he kneels up between your legs, pulls his sweatpants down and grabs your thighs, pulling you down and closer to him.

he grabs the base of his dick, rubbing your entrance with the tip before penetrating you. he groans at the warmth and wetness, but most of all; the tightness.

“you're going to be good for me and milk me dry, yeah?” he instructs. “i'm going to breed, taint and corrupt you.”

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