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Self Care

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (fem receiving),

Rating: R

Word Count: 5.5k

Summary: After almost what feels like weeks of non-stop studying and taking finals, Y/N finally decides to invest in what everyone calls "self-care”. Little did she know her dearest best friend would show her his idea of self care.

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The only thing that sat heavily on her mind was self-care. After weeks of almost back-to-back studying for finals, she knew she’d probably fail from procrastination alone; her body felt great, melting into her pleasantly soft couch. She knew she would need to get up if she wanted to do something of that nature called self-care. Still, the sofa had been calling her name after she blew it off one too many times in favor of her office chair and a dim light that hardly helped her focus on the text from the books.

After the finals, she enjoyed some time with friends, laughing about “how easy that final was.” She, of course, lied straight through her teeth to fit in with her laughing and slightly intoxicated friends. That final was absolute hell, and if she could, she’d totally find the professor’s house and tell them they should quit their jobs simply because what the fuck? Never mind the fact that she blew off all her friends in favor of studying.

Her lips pursed, remembering how her dearest friend Minhyuk had messaged her just hours ago. Instead of responding, she simply swiped the notification away for the fifth time that day. What could she say? Those finals tore through her, and now the simple fact of being around any single person deeply disturbed her. But thinking about practically blowing the man off, even with a schedule more packed than her, made her feel slightly terrible.

Her predicament was this: she was sitting – laying – very comfortably while her phone was peacefully resting on the coffee table just inches from her. She could, in theory, simply reach out for the phone and message him back. Surely, he would only lay into her a bit because “Best friends don’t leave each other on delivered for more than an hour. You know I break the rules just to message you back.”

Scratch that; he totally would lay into her.

The puff she let out was more than audible, and she swore the creaking in her bones was just as loud. Studying with work should be considered a sport. Her phone was cool to the touch, and as she had guessed, the male in question had sent her just about 5 messages for almost every single hour that had passed.

Reading his messages over, she couldn’t help but laugh loudly, thinking about the main vocalist tripping. At how she knew he’d tear the duo a new one just for bringing it up almost every couple minutes, thinking it was the funniest thing to date. The guilt was starting to eat at her for simply ignoring him.

09:16 a.m.: Y/N: wish me luck on my final 🤞 professor choi said it would be difficult as hell (not his exact words, but he was basically saying just that), so if i don’t ace this, blame my procrastination

09:17 a.m.: Minhyuk:  i can just picture your face now, sweating and pulling that super weird and questionable face you do whenever you’re thinking too hard 😂

10:46 a.m.: Minhyuk: i purposely waited more than an hour. how did you do?

11:28 a.m.:  Minhyuk: did you procrastinate so hard you died?

12.33 p.m.: Minhyuk: kihyun tripped down the stairs. me and hyungwon thought it was hilarious. imagine you messaged me back, and you could be laughing about it instead of me and him. you should be jealous of hyungwon

2:40 p.m. Minhyuk: earth to y/n?? i’m missing you! this is important

5:32 p.m. Minhyuk: i can’t believe procrastination took my best friend like this

The time was just shy of 8. She knew if he checked, he’d see she had read his messages and begin to think of a well-worded 5 paragraph essay as to why what she did was absolutely fucking rude. Deciding that rather than dealing with the bullet, she would try to avoid it.

7:56 p.m.: Y/N: don’t hate me…

7:56 p.m.: Y/N: i may have gotten dragged out with some friends from class to get “celebratory drinks”. believe me, i was going to message you back 🤗

She watched the message go from “delivered” to read in seconds. Her heart felt like a drum against her ribcage. Her eyes were glued to the screen like fresh glue. Like a child ready for her parents scolding, she waited with bated breath for his reply. The silence that stretched on was suffocating, the seconds ticking by like hours in her mind. She mentally composed a hundred excuses, each more dramatic and apologetic than the last, the nails of her free hand digging into the palm as she braced herself for the inevitable.

7:58 p.m.:  Minhyuk: dragged out, huh? guess those drinks were more important than letting me know you’re alive

The words stung like salt on an open wound, a sharp contrast to his usual playful banter. She could practically hear his voice in the text, tinged with annoyance that didn’t quite mask the concern behind it. She cursed at her screen, mentally chastising herself for her thoughtlessness.

7:58 p.m.:  Y/N: i’m so sorry minhyuk, today was a mess and i lost track of time. i didn’t mean to worry you or be rude

Her fingers hesitated over the send button before she finally pressed it, releasing a sigh that did nothing to ease the tension from her shoulders. She dared not to look away from the conversation, the panic turning her stomach into knots.

The dots appeared and disappeared, a sure sign he was typing, re-typing, his response proving he too was unsure of what to say. The wait was agonizing, her anticipation painted with shades of regret and anxiety. It was the kind of suspense that could only come from caring too much about someone’s opinion, about someone’s feelings.

8:00 p.m.:  Minhyuk: you’re lucky i care enough not to stay mad at you. don’t do this again y/n, it’s not just me, okay? we all worry.

Reading his response, a mixture of relief and guilt washed over her. Relief that he hadn’t completely unleashed his frustration on her, and guilt that she had caused him to worry in the first place. The knots in her stomach began to loosen, albeit slowly, as a crescent of gratitude rose amid the chaos of her emotions. 

8:00 p.m.:  Minhyuk: how did you do on the test? 

8:01 p.m.: Y/N: i think i passed? if i don’t pass, i’m going to my professor’s house and bitching him out. but since it’s all done now, i’ve been thinking about giving myself some self-care

8:02 p.m.: Minhyuk: like all those stupid videos you see?

Her thumbs hovered over the phone’s keyboard, the blue light casting ghostly shadows on her fingers. She drew in a breath as if about to dive underwater, aware that admitting her struggles to Minhyuk felt akin to exposing a vulnerability she often kept veiled.

8:03 p.m.:  Y/N: yeah, something like that. finals really did a number on me. my shoulders are up to my ears in tension. could really use one of those self-care days.

She sent the message out into the void between them, a digital confession that carried more weight than the characters it was comprised of. Her phone was a lifeline, a barrier, and a bridge all at once. Her screen flickered with the indication that he was replying, and she felt her pulse escalate, the anticipation tantamount to the moments before a storm broke.

The typing indicator blinked. Then.. stopped. She couldn’t help the frown that crept onto her lips. Were her problems too trivial? Too human for the idol facade he often wore?

But then, almost teasingly, the typing resumed. Her heart danced to the rhythm of his unseen keystrokes, a delicate waltz of hope and anxiety.

8:05 p.m.:  Minhyuk: i could come over? offer you some... exclusive minhyuk-brand self-care tips.

The message was light-hearted, a classic Minhyuk approach to her distress – humor laced with the promise of comfort. She couldn’t help the small smile that broke through, even as a blush warmed her cheeks.

8:06 p.m.:  Y/N: oh? and what kind of self-care tips are those?

The faintest feeling of daring bubbled inside her. To flirt with the boundaries of their rapport seemed reckless, yet the adrenaline of it was intoxicating. Minhyuk’s reply didn’t come instantly this time, and the silence stretched just enough to fan the flames of her curiosity.

8:09 p.m.:  Minhyuk: i could make you cum. i heard that’s a great way of relaxing and relieving tension.

The heat spread across her face way too fast for her liking. She knew Minhyuk. The man was often brutal when speaking honestly. Still, behind that brutal honesty, he was often gentle, a softness that he reserved for the quieter moments between them. It was that duality that had always drawn her to him, that fine line he walked between audacity and tenderness.

Y/N stared at the screen, the words blurring as her heart hammered. Was he serious? There was no way to gauge the sincerity of his tone through text. Still, a part of her, perhaps secretly hoping for a bit more than friendly banter, conjured up a thrilling image of him following through. In front of her, eating her out to relieve her stress. She swore he had talked about it before. Something about how Hoseok helped someone out and not in a work-friendly manner. Had he meant the same way?

She was about to type a response, her fingertips shaky with a mix of nerves and anticipation, when a new message popped up.

8:12 p.m.:  Minhyuk: unless... you’re already thinking about it?

The playful tease was evident even through the digital text, and she stiffened, caught utterly off guard. Yes, she was thinking about it, but the fact that he could call her out so accurately sent a jolt through her. Her pulse raced, the mixture of embarrassment and excitement causing a delicious tension within her. She found herself at a crossroads of confusion and desire. Trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation, she decided to play along, if only to see where this would go.

8:12 p.m.:  Y/N: idk, is that what you recommend to all your friends when they’re stressed? 

Her response was nonchalant, an attempt to mirror his teasing while her mind whirred with the possibilities. She waited, breath held, for his answer, utterly unaware of how this conversation might change everything.

8:12 p.m.:  Minhyuk: no, just you. 

She could hear his voice in that message — low, teasing, and devastatingly focused — as if he were beside her. The notion sent a tremble through her body. Her phone seemed to burn her fingertips, a virtual representation of the invisible thread tugging them closer with each message sent.

8:13 p.m.:  Y/N: and what if i were thinking about it? what then?

Her heart was pounding a staccato rhythm against her ribs. Each beat seemed to echo his name. She was playing with fire, and a part of her didn’t want to stop — couldn’t stop — even if she tried.

A pause lingered, almost too long, before his following message arrived, and it had her breath hitching in anticipation.

8:15 p.m.:  Minhyuk: then i’d say we’re thinking about the same thing. i could be over in 10.

Her breath caught in a sharp inhale, a swirl of heat and butterflies erupting in her stomach. She’d known Minhyuk was bold, but this was uncharted territory. Each message was a step further into the unknown, and she wasn’t sure if her racing heart wanted him to slow down or to bridge the distance even faster.

8:16 p.m.:  Y/N: you wouldn’t dare.

It was a challenge, the kind of throwdown she’d seen in the charged space between two people in movies, the type that always led to someone’s back pressed against a wall, breaths mingling, gazes locked. She was playing her part in their little game, the script being written in real-time.

8:17 p.m.:  Minhyuk: try me.

And he added a winking emoji for good measure. A bold, ridiculous little symbol that shouldn’t have the power to increase her heart rate, but it did. It really did.

8:18 p.m.:  Y/N: …

She was lost for words; the ellipsis was all she could manage as a flurry of thoughts bombarded her, each of them an image of possibility. Her body was alight with unsaid promises, every nerve ending buzzing as if the warmth of his tease had a tangible touch. The air felt charged around her, heavy with the electric potential of ‘what if.’ Was she ready for the ‘what if’ to become reality? The next few moments would tell.

8:18 p.m.:  Minhyuk: say the word, and i’m there. i could have you cumming so hard you forget about that final. with my fingers, mouth, and cock. 

The audacity of his words sent a jolt through her, a storm of heat and shivers cascading down her spine. She read his message once, twice, thrice, each word emblazoning itself into her mind, conjuring images more vivid than any fantasy she’d dared to entertain.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, a dozen responses racing her mind. She knew Minhyuk, his sweet smirks, and the playful glint in his eye. But this was a new dance, where he was both the lead and the tempo, and she was swept up in the rhythm.

8:19 p.m.:  Y/N: you talk a big game. what makes you think i’d want that?

It was a deflection, a coy invitation for him to prove his point, and part of her thrilled at the boldness of her own words. All around her, the room hummed with the tension of a prelude to something momentous.

Minhyuk replied quickly, stoking the embers that danced beneath her skin.

8:19 p.m.:  Minhyuk: because i know you. because i’ve seen that look in your eyes that screams yes even when your lips are biting back the words. i’ve known you for years, y/n. i know what makes you tick. i just don’t say anything.

Her heart was soaring and plummeting all at once, caught between nerves and an exhilarating sense of inevitability. Minhyuk was as deft with his textual innuendos as he was with every other facet of their relationship — constantly pushing, always knowing just how far to go.

8:20 p.m.:  Y/N: if i say the word... do you promise to keep yours?

She was still questioning, still testing the waters, but the thrum of excitement in her blood was yielding to the magnetic pull of his promise. There was a potent sense of surrender threading through her words, a submission to the torrential desire she could no longer deny.

8:21 p.m.:  Minhyuk: i keep my promises. always. especially to you.

That was all it took. She sat, heart racing, a cacophony of longing ringing loud in the quiet of her room, and she realized she wanted the reality far more than the fantasy.

8:22 p.m.:  Y/N: come over.

Sent. 

The word lingered on the screen, heavy with implication and as momentous as crossing a threshold. As the message —come over — fades from the screen, Minhyuk feels a surge of exhilaration pulse through his veins. His heart drummed a rapid beat, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. There’s a smirk tugging at his lips, one of anticipation and victory mixed with a raw desire he’s only ever shown to her. 

8:23 p.m.:  Minhyuk: i’ll be there in 10. get ready for me.

Sent. 

The words, simple yet laden with his intent, dart through the digital space — a promise swiftly turning into a plan of action. He grabs his keys, phone, and composure — though the last seems fragile, like a thin veneer over the tumultuous wave of want coursing through him.

Meanwhile, her palms press into the plush fabric of the couch, her breaths coming out in short, deliberate gusts. Her eyes dart to the door and then to the phone. A carousel of feelings spins within her: excitement, trepidation, desire, doubt. One moment, she feels a giddy joy bubble up from her stomach; the next, nail-biting anxiety clenches at her throat.

She gets up, paces, and sits back down. The room feels smaller, as if the walls are inching closer with each second that ticks by. Cracks of light from the fading evening stretch across the floor, painting elongated shadows that mimic her tangled emotions.

8:25 p.m.:  Y/N: okay, i’ll be waiting.

A part of her wonders at her own audacity. How easy it was to type those words, yet how profound the impact. It’s a seismic shift, an invisible line crossed, the soft click of a door unlocking — whatever it may be, their relationship won’t be the same after tonight.

She lights a candle, the flicker of the flame casting a warm glow in the living room. It’s a vain attempt at nonchalance as if to say, ‘I do this all the time,’ when, in fact, her heart’s racing like it’s her first-ever date. Her mind plays and replays the possible scenarios, each as vivid and nerve-wracking as the last. Then, she blows it out. Her mind going a mile a minute. This was probably just going to be a quick fuck session. Nothing more.

And then, as the minute hand inches obligingly towards the half-hour mark, every nerve in her body seems to stand on edge, her senses heightened to the rapid-fire staccato of her heartbeat. It is equally the most terrifying and exciting countdown.

Three heavy and loud knocks greet her once-silent apartment. The knocks seem to reverberate throughout her apartment, a thunderous declaration that shatters the quiet anticipation. She freezes, every muscle coiled with an energy akin to the electric charge of a brewing storm. The moment she’s been swinging between dread and desire is now palpable, as imminent as the next breath.

Time seems to stretch these seconds to minutes as she gathers the courage to pad across the hardwood floor. She feels every fiber in the woven rug underfoot, every whisper of the evening air that sneaks through the cracks of her haven. With each step, her heart is both a traitor and an ally, pounding against her chest in nervous fervor.

Her hand hesitates briefly at the door handle, a transitional talisman that stands between what was and what could be. The cool metal sears her skin, starkly contrasting the warmth flooding her veins. She’s vulnerable, exposed, and yet the thrill of it sets her alight — a moth to flame, a siren to the sea.

Swallowing the tightly bunched nerves in her throat, she flings the door open with a quiet determination. It’s her choice, her call to make.

And there he is — Minhyuk — looking every bit the tempest she feels inside. His eyes are hooded, heavy with a desire that mirrors her own, and his lips part slightly, as if every breath he takes is borrowed, meant for this moment alone. His hair is a charming disarray, a testament to the fingers that have raked through it in impatience, want, or both.

His gaze latches onto hers immediately, an invisible yet unbreakable link snapping taut between them. He wastes no time and no words. As if pulled by an irresistible force, he steps into her apartment, closing the space that had stretched unfathomable just seconds ago. With a surety that only Minhyuk possesses, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close.

Everything in her screams to melt into him, into the kiss they’ve both implicitly promised each other through screens and silent longings. Her lips part in an intake of breath, a silent invitation.

He meets her halfway, and the kiss is a collision of every unsaid confession, every smoldering glance, every midnight thought. It consumes her, a fire that she’s stoked with every heart race, every blush, every time she dared to look at him and see more than just her best friend.

He nudges her towards the couch, his fingers gripping her hip as she sinks down onto its cushions. Her eyes lock onto his, desire smoldering beneath her gaze. He moves in closer, tracing the curve of her neck with his lips as he inches lower, his hand sliding up her thigh. She gasps as his fingers brush against her damp underwear, her body arching into his touch. His lips find hers, their kiss deepening as his hand works its way inside her panties, stroking her already swollen core. 

“Fuck,” he whispers against her mouth, “you’re wet.”

She moans softly, unable to tear her eyes away from his as he slowly pulls down her panties and tosses them aside. He kneels between her legs, running his tongue along the length of her slit before plunging it deep inside her tight heat. She bucks against him, crying out in pleasure as he thrusts his tongue in and out of her hungrily. His fingers find their way back to her clit, circling it expertly as he sucks harder on her folds. 

She’s never felt anything like this before; he knows exactly how to drive her wild with need. And how he looks at her — like she’s something precious yet completely surrendered — makes her heart race and throb between her legs. 

“Soon, you’ll be forgetting all about that final while I make you cum over and over again. How do you want to cum the first time? With my mouth or fingers?”

The sound of his voice sends chills down her spine. She can feel his hot breath on her pussy, his tongue dancing over her sensitive nub. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she responds, “Fingers, please.”

With a smirk, he removes his fingers from her dripping pussy and starts massaging her clit, using his thumb to apply pressure and flick it gently. She squirms and whimpers, desperate for release.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, a voice full of taunting innocence.

“No! Please don’t stop,” she pleads, her eyes squeezed shut.

Satisfied, he continues his assault on her clit until she’s writhing in ecstasy, begging him to finger her. He smiles wickedly, knowing he has complete control over her.

“Please finger me. I need it so bad,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

He chuckles darkly and leans in close to whisper in her ear. “Of course, princess. Whatever you want.”

With that, he slides two fingers inside her tight pussy, curling them up to hit her G-spot just right. She cries out in pleasure, her body shaking as he pumps his fingers in and out of her. He adds a third finger, stretching her wider and hitting deeper. She moans louder, her hips bucking wildly against his hand.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he teases, his voice low and gravelly.

She nods frantically, unable to speak through the waves of pleasure washing over her. He grins and increases the pace of his fingers, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She cries out again, her entire body tightening as she reaches the brink of orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he growls, his voice filled with possessiveness.

She gives in, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She comes hard, screaming his name as her entire body shakes and trembles. He keeps pumping his fingers, letting her ride her orgasm out.

She gives in, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She comes hard, screaming his name as her entire body shakes and trembles. He keeps pumping his fingers, letting her ride her orgasm out. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to catch her breath. He allowed it only for a moment, letting out a gasp as his mouth replaced his fingers.

“I told you I’m going to make you cum with my mouth. I need to taste you.”

Her body quivered and shook as his tongue danced along her clit. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair, holding him closer. His tongue was relentless. He sucked hard, licking faster, flicking her clit harder and harder. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. His fingers slid inside her once more, and he began to pump them in and out of her, his tongue still working overtime on her clit. The sensation was too much. She screamed out his name and came hard once again.

With a savage growl, he buried his face between her trembling thighs, his tongue lashing out at her swollen clit with unrestrained hunger, wanting to get another orgasm from her. She gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as he devoured her pussy like a starving man. His tongue danced and flicked, tracing wet circles around her sensitive bud before sucking it hard into his mouth. 

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his face. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” 

He growled again, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body as he doubled down on his assault. His fingers slid inside her, pumping in and out with an almost brutal intensity. She could feel herself tightening around him, her orgasm building like wildfire. 

“You like that, baby?” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “You like it when I fuck you like this?” 

“God, yes,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into his scalp. “More, give me more.” 

He chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers pumping harder. She could feel her legs shaking, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, she shattered. 

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her back arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He didn’t stop, didn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working her through her orgasm until she was boneless and spent.

“Is that so?” he replied, his voice husky with desire, his brow raised in surprise, a smirk pulling at his lips.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “I want you to take me,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Without another word, he rose from the couch and pulled her towards him. Their lips crashed together in a feverish kiss as he guided her towards the bedroom. They stumbled through the door, their hands frantically tugging at each other’s clothes until they were both naked and pressed against the bed.

He pushed her onto the soft mattress, his body covering hers as he claimed her lips once more. She moaned into his mouth as he trailed kisses down her neck, his hands roaming over her body with possessive hunger.

“You asked for it,” he said, his voice barely audible. He growled, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. 

And then he was inside her, filling her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers with bruising force. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting her in just the right spot. 

“Harder,” she begged, her voice breathless. “Fuck me harder. I want you to keep your promise to me.”

He growled, his fingers tightening on her hips as he complied. She could feel herself building again, her orgasm coiling in her belly like a spring. And then, with one final thrust, he sent her over the edge. 

“Oh, God!” she screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He followed her over, his own orgasm tearing through him like a storm. 

When it was over, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. “Fuck. That was good.”

“I aim to please,” he said, his voice smug. He then chuckled, his hand stroking her hair. 

“You’re insufferable,” she said, but her tone was affectionate. Rolling her eyes, a soft chuckle left her lips as she turned to look at him. At that moment, they felt like lovers. Not two best friends who had probably just broken so many rules and fucked. That was perhaps the first rule as best friends. Not fuck. “Min, can I ask you something?”

Silence filled the room—a loaded, thickening quiet pressed against their skin even as they basked in the afterglow of their indiscretion. The sheets clung to their intertwined limbs, a shroud of evidence to the line they had just obliterated.

“Yeah, anything,” he responded, still close enough that his breath danced across her skin.

Her voice, when it next came, was a poignant mix of vulnerability and resolve. “Minhyuk, what does this mean for us? We’ve just tangled everything up, and I can’t... I can’t just pretend we can go back to how things were.”

He felt the weight of her question settle over his chest, heavier than her hand had been moments before. Averting his gaze, he reached for levity in a situation that felt dangerously close to shifting their worlds. “Before we get into that, have you considered what you’re doing this summer? Maybe a trip somewhere could clear our heads.”

The light swat to his chest was a rebuke, her expression earnest and searching. “Seriously, Minhyuk. We can’t just ignore this.”

“You’re right,” he conceded, his voice touched by a seriousness mirrored her own. He sighed, feeling the tension in the air wraps around them tight. “We can’t. So here’s the truth — I don’t have all the answers. But I know that whatever we’ve done or will do, I don’t want to lose you, not as my friend, not as... this. Whatever this is.”

She let the silence fill the room for a beat. Unsure of their next actions. She just fucked her best friend. Her best friend of 5 years. The man who comforted her during her heartbreaks, made her laugh when she was at her lowest, the man who knew her family so well. And she loved it. 

Hell, she loved him.

“We could be friends with benefits.” Throwing the idea out there was just as risky as him leaving her apartment and blocking her number once he realized that this was fucked and should’ve never happened. But she was greedy - far too greedy for her to admit. She would rather pass away than see Minhyuk with someone. And she’s been around him for a long time to see how well he can treat someone he loves. She wants that. “Or not. We can just act like this didn’t happen.”

Her heart was a thunderous echo against her ribs as she waited for his reaction. The words hung there, suspended, a proposal that felt like the edge of a precipice. Fear twisted inside her; images of him pulling away, of a frayed friendship, flashed in her mind.

Minhyuk was silent. His eyes, dark pools of thought, fixed on her face as if trying to read the story written in her expectant gaze. Time crawled, a slow tick in an otherwise frozen room.

And then, finally, he exhaled. “Okay.”

Her breath hitched. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, the corner of his lips tilting into a half-smile of bemused acceptance. “We can try it. Friends with benefits.”

She nearly choked on her relief. But her heart was still a galloping stallion; this was uncharted territory.

“But if we’re doing this,” Minhyuk continued, suddenly practical in the midst of their emotional tempest, “we need rules. We must be on the same page about everything to protect... this.” He gestured between them, the fragile, precious thing that was their friendship.

Her mind raced, and yet, she was hit by the sudden gravity of their decision. “Rules,” she echoed, the word bringing a semblance of safety amidst the chaos of their desire. “Rules. Okay.”

“We respect each other, always,” he started, the serious hue returning to his voice. “And if one of us starts feeling more, we talk about it—no ghosting, no pretending. Nobody can know. This is between us. Someone might complicate things. Lastly, if either of us finds someone…” He paused, his eyes searching her room before landing on her again. Clearing his throat, he continues, “We stop this. We go back to being just best friends.”

She nodded, feeling the weight of their pact settle in. “And we end things if it’s too much.”

They both knew the stakes, the gamble, but in that moment, cloaked in the night’s embrace, it seemed possible to preserve their bond while exploring these new, thrilling dynamics.

“Deal,” she whispered, a pact sealed with a mixture of anxiety and exhilaration.

The new agreement hummed between them, electric and alive. They were venturing into a maelstrom, two friends teetering on the cusp of something more, grasping at rules in a game where the heart was the ultimate prize.

“Deal.”

[clariannahoney]

A Omega's Desire

The air was thick with the scent of blooming cherry blossoms, but Luna could barely breathe past the intoxicating aroma that filled her senses. It was him—Lee Minhyuk, the lead vocalist of BTOB, whose presence seemed to permeate every corner of the rehearsal studio. Luna, a talented dancer in her own right, found herself struggling to focus as Minhyuk's voice resonated through the room, each note hitting her like a physical touch.

"Luna, are you even listening?" Yuna, her dance partner, snapped her out of her reverie. "We have to perfect this routine before the showcase tomorrow."

Luna nodded, forcing her attention back to the mirror where their reflections danced in sync. But it was no use; her mind kept drifting back to Minhyuk, who was now engaged in a conversation with some of the other members across the room. His laughter, deep and resonant, sent shivers down her spine.

As if sensing her gaze, Minhyuk turned and locked eyes with her. Luna felt a flush creep up her neck, and she quickly averted her eyes, focusing on the dance steps with renewed vigor. But the connection had been made, and she knew he had seen the desire in her eyes.

Later that evening, as Luna packed up her things, she caught a whiff of Minhyuk's cologne again. He was standing near the exit, his eyes smoldering as he approached her.

"You were amazing today," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "But I couldn't help notice you were a bit...distracted."

Luna swallowed hard, meeting his intense gaze. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's okay," Minhyuk cut her off, his hand gently brushing against her arm. "I understand. You can't help but be drawn to an alpha like me."

His words sent a thrill through her, and Luna shivered involuntarily. Minhyuk's eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, his body heat enveloping her.

"Tell me, Luna," he whispered, his lips hovering just above her ear. "Do you feel it too? The pull between us?"

Luna's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding wildly. She nodded, unable to form words under his potent allure.

Minhyuk smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Good. Because I won't let you go, Luna. You're mine now."

With that, he claimed her lips in a searing kiss, his hands gripping her waist firmly. Luna melted into him, her instincts taking over as she responded passionately, her fingers tangling in his hair.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a desperate embrace. When they finally broke apart, Minhyuk pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Come with me," he said, his voice husky with need. "Let me show you what it means to be claimed by an alpha."

Luna hesitated for a moment, her rational mind screaming at her to stop, but her omega instincts overruled everything. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his as he led her out of the studio and into the night.

They walked in silence, the only sound their synchronized footsteps echoing off the empty streets. Minhyuk stopped in front of a sleek black car, opening the door for her with a gallant gesture.

As they drove, Luna stole glances at Minhyuk, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. They arrived at a luxurious penthouse, the cityscape glittering below them like a sea of stars.

Inside, Minhyuk led her to the bedroom, his eyes never leaving hers. He closed the door behind them, the click of the lock sounding final.

"Are you sure about this, Luna?" he asked, his voice gentle yet commanding.

Luna took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. "Yes," she breathed, stepping forward to press her body against his. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Minhyuk's response was immediate, his arms wrapping around her tightly as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive fervor. Luna moaned, her hands roaming over his muscular back, feeling the strength beneath his shirt.

He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down gently. Minhyuk hovered over her, his eyes dark with desire as he traced her features with his fingertips.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I need you, Luna. More than I've ever needed anything."

Luna reached up, pulling him down for another kiss, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Minhyuk groaned, his control slipping as he pressed himself against her, the friction igniting a fire within them both.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he looked into her eyes. "Tell me to stop if you want me to," he panted, his forehead resting against hers.

Luna shook her head, her voice a whisper. "Don't stop, Minhyuk. Please, don't stop."

With a growl of possession, Minhyuk claimed her fully, his movements slow and deliberate as he explored every inch of her body, ensuring she felt nothing but pleasure. Luna arched beneath him, her cries filling the room as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations.

Hours later, as they lay tangled in each other's arms, Luna felt a sense of contentment she had never known. Minhyuk kissed her softly, his voice gentle.

"I love you, Luna," he whispered, his words sealing their bond. "You belong to me now, forever."

Luna smiled, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that she was indeed his, and he was hers.

[kihyuns-military-wife]

I wrote this and stealing is illegal don't try it ~Puppy love~ Mafia Boss!Hyungwon x Border Collie Puppy Hybrid!Minhyuk ~TW, Sexual Content, Swearing, Gun's, Hybrid Trafficking, Pet Names (Puppy, Breeding Toy, My Pet),Minhyuk Gets Called  A House Wife  Once, Breeding Kink, Leash & Collar Use, Master/Pet dynamic, Possessive Hyungwon (In A Smexzy Way),  Being In A Cage, Mentions Putting Minhyuk On Heat Suppressants(Birth Control), Hybrid Heat Cycle, Mentions Of Mating, Death, Locking Oneself In A Room, Mentioned Characters: MX (Shownu, Wonho, Kihyun, Jooheon, Changkyun), ATEEZ (Wooyoung, San), SKZ (Changbin, Felix), TXT (Soobin, Beomgyu) Not Verbally Mentioned But Are Acknowledged, Sex In Front Of Others (The Rest Of MX), Mentions Of Sharing Minhyuk, Rest Of MX Are Paired EX( ShoWhoKi, JooKyun,), Protected Sex(Very Cash Money Hyungwon), Whipped-ish Hyungwon, Most Likely Not Proof Read 

Word Count:1,650

      Everything was cold, waking up in a cold basement that is all Lee Minhyuk has ever known. Being a hybrid meant no freedom, only cast aside to be trafficked to mafias, and people of high power. Sitting in the cold dreading the day he is sold off or put down. Both outcomes not good from his point of view. Bright florescent lights shine above him as he watches potential buyers walk into the room, viewing the other hybrids. A fox hybrid with a freckle under his eye, a cat hybrid with blonde hair and deep voice, and a bunny hybrid with pretty white floppy ears. 

    Looking around Minhyuks dark eyes land a tall figure, one of the most beautiful men he has ever seen. The man looked at the row of cages his sharp eyes landing on the border collie hybrid. Feeling uneasy from his unwavering eyes Minhyuk looked down submitting under the pressure. Workers opened the door to the room attaching leashes to each hybrids collars that lay around their necks. Coming to sit on their knees the buyers introduced each other one by one.   

Minhyuk recognized the tall man as Chae Hyungwon, Leader of the X Clan. They ran half of Seoul's underground crime possibly more, knowing once you go in you don't come back. "How much for the collie?" He spoke, with grace flowing in his words. He looked like royalty, "5 Million dollars Mr. Chae, are you sure you want the collie? He's rather rambunctious-" The head worker was cut off by Hyungwon handing over a duffel bag full of cash. "Bring him to my home in one hour, or its your brains against the wall." A cold glare set in on the face of Minhyuks new owner, one of his fears, yet greatest fantasies finally coming true. 

    It was two hours since Minhyuk seen the man, two hours wasn't the time the caretaker was given. Minhyuk's ears perked up at the sound of a car door slamming outside the building, looking up there where seven masked men. All built wide, strong, and tall, though there was one almost hamster sized, pressing his ears to his head, guns cocking and being pointed at the owner of this horrid building. Pulling down the mask that covered the tallest figures face Minhyuk had realized it was his new master. "I told you bring the hybrid to me in one hour, and you still failed to do that. I was even nice enough to give you an extra 30 fucking minutes. But I keep my end of the deal unlike you dick heads." Minhyuk backed into the corner of his cage, the only home he's even known. Shots being fired was heard but he didn't look instead he felt his cage shake and the door was ripped open like a snack pack. 

    Minhyuk felt long feather like hands intertwine in hair, pulling him from his cage. Darkness covers his eyes, as he is dragged to his feet into a new environment. Minhyuk's ears heightened as a door closed feeling movement he backed into a firm chest. Feeling fingers unbuckle his collar the puppy boy feels hands run through his hair scratching behind his ears eventually falling asleep.  Pulling to a stop the puppy boy is awoken, by large strong hands lifting him.  Still blinded Minhyuk hears a door open, and close he jumps at he coldness under his thighs and fuzzy tail. 

    Dim Lighting comes over Minhyuk's vision. Hands are on his thighs, looking up to the body attached to them. Meeting the eye's of his new master Chae Hyungwon, "Nice of you to finally join me, my pretty puppy~"  looking into the eyes of a prince, Minhyuk left a tint of pink flush against his face. "I'm guessing that the shelter didn't give you my name, let alone anything to take-" Cutting himself off Hyungwon looked at the puppy apologetically. "Forgive me pup I didn't mean to word it like that." raising his had to pat the older boys head, instead the collie boy flinched away. 

    Looking up at the taller man, opening and closing his mouth he finally gets the words out of his mouth. "Master, why did you pick me? O-out of all the hybrids at the shelter. Why me?" looking down at the big hands on his thighs, watching as they inch higher up his legs closing around his growing boner. "Because I knew your parents. Minhyuk, look at me my pretty pet. I made a promise to them before they died, and now after tracking you down you have to live under my rules. As my new play thing~" Whispering the last part into Minhyuk's ears, he looked at the younger man. 

   After a few weeks of living with Minhyuk's new master, he started to catch feelings for him. Knowing that it's not a good idea, Minhyuk couldn't help it and with his heat coming soon he'd knew locking himself in his room would be the best option. Three day's Minhyuk has been locked in his room though given food from the servant's Mihyuk has a different hunger, the pain from needing his master was growing fast. Whining out for Hyungwon he hears the door to his room unlock. "Puppy, I told you those heat suppressants would have helped. Why haven't you taken them?"  Looking up at Hyungwon, Minhyuk looked down in shame. Tears swell in his eye's at the embarrassment, and pain. "W-Want you to breed me- please Master it hurt's."

      Grabbing a hold of Hyungwon's shirt, pulling the younger man down. Looking into Minhyuk's tear filled eyes, Hyungwon picks up the puppy boy. Pushing a door open the two boys had yet to realize the rest of Hyungwon's men in the living room. Unlocking their lips breathing heavily, Hyungwon reaches for the collars buckle but is pulled back by Minhyuk's hand. "Ma-master, please breed me." Looking the younger man in the eyes Minhyuk grabs Hyungwon's hand and wraps the leash around it, the black leather adding a nice touch to his long fingers. Gold hints glitter in the light as Hyungwon looks at the gold plate on the collar reading "Property of Chae Hyungwon", growing harder in his pants Hyungwon pulls the older boy closer to him. 

     "My Pet I would love to ruin you right now but the rest of the guys are in here." Whispering in Minhyuk's ear. "Let them watch then, maybe let them have a go with me?" Smirking at the taller, Minhyuk is pulled closer to Hyungwon. "I don't like to share my breeding toys" almost growling he pulls something from his back pocket. It's a Trojan condom size large, looking up at the younger man with wide eyes. Minhyuk's breath quickens,  ripping the package open Hyungwon rolls the condom down his length. "Do you want this?" looking for any concern in Minhyuk's eyes.

   "Fuck me like you mean it." growing with need Minhyuk grabs a hold of Hyungwon as they share a kiss.  Moving Minhyuk to lay down on the table, Hyungwon slowly pushes his cock into the older boys hole. Groaning with lust Hyungwon pushes his length all the way in Minhyuk. "A-ah~ Master, your so big please go faster, want your cum please." Begging his master, Hyungwon sped up at his puppy's demands. Speeding up, the two boys look over to see Hyungwons men in their own little fantasies by jerking each other off. "My perfect pet, look at me and only me while i make you my perfect house wife." gripping Minhyuk's leash to refocus his lust filled gaze back to his master. 

     Slowing down his hips, Hyungwon gently picks the older boy up wrapping his hands under his thighs. Propping Minhyuk on his hands and knees in doggy style. Hyungwon pushes his cock back in the smaller males hole. Grabbing a hold of the gold and black leash Hyungwon pulls the puppy boy to his chest, and  wraps his other hand around Minhyuk's cock jerking him off. Moaning loudly with his eyes rolling to the back of his head Minhyuk tries warning his master that he's about to cum. "Master please, can I please come? I've been a good boy please." As tears run down Minhyuks flushed cheeks, "Cum for me, my pretty boy. Been such a good pet for me, Gonna breed you nice and full." 

   Hearing the short lived praise, Minhyuk's cum coats Hyungwon's hand the same time he fills the condom with his cum. Maybe some other day he'll breed his puppy full. "Did so good for me baby." Picking up the tired Minhyuk, Hyungwon carries his mate to the bathroom to wash him up. After washing and drying each other Hyungwon dresses Minhyuk in his favorite red pj's. "Hyungwon?" looking shocked both men looked at each other, Hyungwon had never heard Minhyuk address him by his real name, it felt nice. "Yes my dear Min?" coming closer to the older boy laying on the bed, he made grabby hands towards him silently asking to be held while they slept. Looking in each others eyes a moment paused for both, "I love you." both boys said in unison, and finally kissing each other goodnight.

[t3kandson]

Camping Closeness

Wordcount; 2,363

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Reader X Yoo Kihyun & Reader X Lee Hoseok aka Wonho.

Character; Yoo Kihyun, Lee Hoseok, Son Hyunwoo, Lee Minhyuk, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon & Im Changkyun

Warnings; Angst, jealousy & heavy flirting.

Notes; Chapter 2/8 of Part One other Chapters found here

You kept your distance from Hoseok on your return, he had respected that for the first week. You was just packing your stuff away for a weekend off when he appeared by the lockers. Resting against it, his head tilted to watch you, you couldn’t help but smile his direction. The view he witnessed made him smile like you had never seen before, making you suddenly see him in a new light.

“Why you so happy?” you asked slightly suspicious, but smiling feeling his cheery vibes. “Well it’s the first time I had off in weeks. The sun’s out, I’m healthy, my friends are healthy, what’s not to be happy about,” he said resting his head with his eyes closed, peace rippled over his face. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile or be happy to think of it,” you said shutting the locker.

“Well there’s not much to be happy about these days, it’s all work no fun,” he said with a wink, you chuckled as you locked your locker.

“Why don’t you join us?” he asked looking too excited at the prospect. “You bit your lip trying to contemplate the idea. “Don’t do that,” Hoseok asked, his eyes a little glazed over. “Do what?” you quizzed. “That lip biting, otherwise my promise to behave will be a lie,” he whispered gulping. You chuckled shaking your head at his switch from sad puppy to struggling flirting one. “Lee Wonho your disturbed you know that?” you teased making him blush. “Will you stop calling me Wonho, I’m Hoseok,” he replied.

“Just call him bunny, we do,” you heard Changkyun say from behind him. Hoseok rolled his eyes as Changkyun walked up to his hyung. Hoseok reached out to swat him, but Changkyun moved out his way, wrapping his arm round you instead. “I missed you,’ he said holding you tightly that you struggled for breath. “What did I say see, if you can’t say yes for me, say it for our kookang,” Hoseok chuckled.

Changkyun growled in his direction, “kookang,” you teased pinching Changkyun’s cheeks. “Really Hyung,” he whined in his elder’s direction. “So what do you say?” Hoseok asked. “Wait you coming with us this weekend? Please say you are,” Changkyun pleaded. He pouted like a soft whiny teenager, which had you chuckle as you bit your lip nodding. “Fine but no funny business,” you said prodding Hoseok’s chest, being surprised how hard his muscles was underneath his T-shirt, Hoseok smirking at your sudden reaction.

Kihyun’s face dropped when he saw you bundle out of Hoseok’s car, Rucksack and bags of Ramen, snacks and Soju in your hand. It stung that your friend didn’t seem to want you there. Jooheon and Minhyuk dashed to you excited to see your presence as Hyunwoo rushed to take your heavy rack sack, ignoring your swatting hands trying to shoo him away.

You noticed the three Tents and wondered if they would all fit in the two. You swung around to Hoseok eyeing him suspiciously with Jooheon, “So what’s the sleeping arrangements, surely seven of you can’t fit in two tents,” you said watching Hoseok’s face fall

“Your sharing with me,” Kihyun bit out, his eyes glaring at Hoseok’s sheepish face. “And me,” Hoseok said brushing his hand along his neck blushing. “Wait you said……..,” you paused looking at the guys. You knew if you pushed to be alone that it would make them be cramped. You’d decided to wait and deal with Hoseok later.

“Said what, what did he say?” Kihyun asked. “That he would teach me how to put up a tent,” you said quickly watching Hoseok smirk.

“I’m sure I can teach you how to undress it,” he winks. “It’s called dismantle,” Kihyun said, his face looking disgusted before Hyungwon elbowed him. “Or that but I prefer my description,” Hoseok said smirking. “So which ones ours,” you said looking at Kihyun who’s face beamed at your words. “Which one do you want?” He asked. You shrugged looking at them, “that one,” you pointed to the slightly larger Tent.

You was sorting your belonging in the tent when you was startled at the large body throwing himself into your view. When you opened your eyes, Hoseok was laying in the middle smirking. “What the fuck Hoseok,” you said swatting him with the hand that rested over your heart seconds before. Hoseok deeply chuckled pulling you into him, his hardened body taking you by surprise as you landed on his chest, “stop being melodramatic,” he moaned patting your head that still hadn’t moved from where you landed.

The electricity in the tent shooting through you both bringing you confusion. One minute he was being mean, then ignoring you after his emotional declaration, now he had switched the full on heat button. “If I knew to get you quiet all I had to do was throw you on my body, I would have done this weeks back,” he hummed, his hand stroking your hair as you felt dampness between your thighs.

The fear of another sticky spot being left was enough to make you throw your self off him hastily, earning a chuckle. “Do I smell or something?” he said pulling on your hands to bring you close again. “No just……,” you paused not knowing what to say. “Just what?” he asked, his eyes intensely on yours as he brushed his teeth over his bottom lip. You mirrored him as his eyes widened, making his grip tighter around you.

“Just…….Your messing up my side,” you said in an attempt to change the subject. “Is your sleeping bag here?” he asked playfully, “I don’t think so, so I’m perfectly where I need to be,” he added smirking.

“You think I’m letting my friend sleep next to you, with no back up I don’t think so,” Kihyun said behind you as he trawled into the tent slapping Hoseok’s legs. “She’s no safer with you then me,” Hoseok said with a Smirk that had a slight sting in his tone. Kihyun’s jaw clenched as you felt the atsmophere drop icy between the pair. “I’ll leave you two to discuss who’s sleeping where, I got things to do,” you said hastily escaping the tent.

Hyunwoo was prepping the fire Pitt with Minhyuk, when you approached them in desperate need of communication that wasn’t Kihyun or Hoseok. “You lovers had a tiff?” Minhyuk teased causing a scowl. “Lovers pffft, plus those two are more lovers, bitching about sleeping arrangements,” you chuckled as you sat on a log. “Have you thought maybe they both like you?,” Minhyuk said earning Hyunwoo to scowl His way. “What Kihyun don’t be daft, he’s just…… well he acts like a oppa that’s all, he means well bless him,” you said picking up a twig as you manhandled it in your hands to keep you grounded.

“Ok if you say so,” Minhyuk replied under Hyunwoo’s gaze, making you think he wanted to say more if his Hyung wasn’t present. “Do you need a hand?” you asked them both to change the awkward silence in its wake. “No were good,” Hyunwoo replied. “Actually we need some water, can you go to the stream and fetch some,” Minhyuk asked. “Of course which way,” you said standing up, “it’s over,”, “I know where it is come with me,” you heard Hoseok cut him off behind you as he walked in-between some trees, stopping to look back at you. “Well come on bring some empty bottles with you,” he said smiling.

You followed him through the trees, silence between you till you approached a running stream. “Here pass me a bottle,” he asked. As you passed him one, his hands reached for your wrist pulling you in to the watery setting. The impact making your clothes all soaking wet as he fell to the floor in laughter.

“Hoseok,” you spluttered as his laughter filled the air. You picked up the bottle that had fallen with you filling it while he calmed his hysteria. Squeezing the plastic bottle, you got him slightly wet. He paused, his face looking serious as he pinched his wet clothing from his chest in disgust. You stood back feeling he might get angry, but instead his face broke into a chuckle.

“Really Y/N is that all you have,” he teased as he stepped in to the stream, the water barely touching his knees. You splash the water into his face as you moved yourself backwards in the water from him. “Oh you want to play do you,” he threatened as he started splashing the water in your direction, with more force then you could imagine. The water chugging over you as any dry part of your body became soaking wet. Your hands pulled out to his wrist to pull him down with you, but you slipped falling backwards which increased his laughter. “You give up?” he teased earning a shake of your head as you attempted to splash him again. The only damage was to his top as it started to stick to his chest, his muscles becoming more of a show. The view made you pause to gulp his way, he used the opportunity to sit in the water with you as he pulled your body in to his.

Both of you laughing as he pushed back the strands of hair stuck to your face. His eyes not leaving yours as you fell into silence. “Your so beautiful Y/N, do you know that,” he said looking smitten. “You’re not too bad yourself Bunny,” you said with a wink. He brushed his thumb over your lip as he bit his own. In that moment you wanted to kiss him, have his lips on yours. You didn’t care for his confusing personality, you enjoyed this flirting red hot version and wanted to suck up as much as you could, before he changed again. Wanting to be taken right there in that stream filled your mind. But he hesitated as if his mind was struggling, you knew you was at risk of him pushing you away again.

“Wasn’t you asked to get water not play in it?” you heard Kihyun scorn you both, shaking you both from your thoughts. You looked up to see his eyes furrowed looking annoyed, you had seen it many times when he felt that the group had misbehaved. But his eyes brushed over yours and failed to soften, the feeling of guilt washing over you. “It’s called fun you should try it,” Hoseok bit out as he stood up holding his hand out for yours. “Sorry Kihyun,” you said taking Hoseok’s hand to Kihyun’s jaw clenching. “Don’t apologise because he doesn’t know how to have fun,” Hoseok growled.

Kihyun scrunched his face in anger before storming off, “Hoseok,” you scoffed frowning. “What, he needs to chill, he’s always so pent up,” he grimaced. “But still, I’m the intruder and it’s his weekend break too,” you said softly. Hoseok laughed hard, “no it’s not, it’s my break, they all tagged along,” he said walking out the stream, you following.

You was sat between Changkyun & Jooheon as you ate the delicious food Minhyuk & Shownu had made. Fire warming your skin alongside the summer heat, the beer making you sleepy. You leaned your head into Jooheon, while the groups discussed there upcoming schedules.

You closed your eyes briefly to the sounds of there giggling and chatter as sleep washed over you. You didn’t even wake when Hyunwoo carried you to your tent.

You woke during the night between Kihyun and Hoseok. Kihyun’s leg was laying over yours, while Hoseok’s arm rested over your waist as his warm breath fanned over yours fast asleep. You smiled looking at his features, how beautiful he was when he was relaxed. It was then the creases of his lips twitched towards a smile as his eye lashes fluttered, making you realise he was awake.

His eyes opening to smirk, “you thought I was asleep right? but I saw you,” he whispered pulling you closer making you lift your head to rest into his arms. “I don’t know what your talking about,” you chuckled. “I was watching the music you was making as you snored,” you added. Hoseok brushed your hair out your face. “I don’t snore and your such a lousy liar,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head.

It was then you felt Kihyun’s body brush into yours, his hands finding themselves around your waist, resting just above Hoseok’s arms. You looked at Kihyun’s arms confused why they was wrapping around you, looking up at Hoseok once more, his jaw clenching.

“Get some sleep Hoseok,” you said bringing him close enough to you on the hope that he wouldn’t cause an issue. You knew he was jealous at how close your friend was to you, but he had never witnessed the odd times Kihyun had showed comfort. It was his hidden peace of him that he only showed you as he felt comfortable in your company. You had fallen asleep spooning a couple of times over the past year, nothing more then just a friend comforting you.

When Hoseok had fallen asleep you felt Kihyun’s hands tuck between yours and Hoseok, clasping with yours. The tangle of you between your friend and your crush oddly helping you to fall asleep.

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Yoon Hyunsuk in Wave m/v

Lee Byounggon "BX" in Wave m/v

Kim Seunghun in Wave m/v

Kim Yonghee in Wave m/v

Bae Jinyoung in Wave m/v

Lee Chaemin in Pertama kali di variety show | Fun-Staurant | KBS WORLD TV 230626

Upcoming series:

Reborn Rich

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Kiss of Life - Shhh m/v

Hailee Steinfeld - Vogue makeup

Win Metawin - Closer m/v

Potential FC:

Lee Dong-wook

Matthew Daddario

Manu Rios

Lily Collins

Lee Sang-yeon

Abigail Cowen

Noah Centineo

Lee Jae-wook

Park Seo-joon

Krystal Jung

Im Siwan

Minnie Mills

Joong Archen

Lee Han-gyul

Jeon Jeong-guk

Go Minsi

Choi Yeonjun

Arón Piper

Kang Minhyuk

Kim Younghoon

Nam Yoonsu

Liza Soberano

Saint Paramee

An Yujin

Hou Minghao

Rowoon

Park Sung Hoon

Maris Racal

Bie Thassapak Hsu

Yang Yang

Becky G

Kim Chaewon

Jane Ramida

Emeraude Toubia

Kaylee Kaneshiro

Choi Byungchan

Jang Ki-yong

Kathryn Newton

Margot Robbie

Kayavine

Yokohama Ryusei

Lee Joon

Jung Wooyoung

Lee Juyeon

Jeong Eunji

Felix Mallard

Cha Eunwoo

Earth Pirapat

Lee Ji Eun "IU"

Pavel Phoom

Park Sung Hoon (II)

Kim Namjoon "RM"

Yoo Taeyang

Lee Donghun

Kim Jiwoong

Xiao Zhan

Ricky Shen

Wang Ziyi

Park Junhee

Song Kang

Barcode Tinnasit

Kim Woosung

Lizeth Selene

Felip Jhon Suson

Lizge Cömert

[march9rps]

TDL for  November* 

Ashly Burch 

Alex Kruz

Sky Lakota-Lynch

Nicholas Saputra 

Xiao Zhan 

May El Calamawy in Ramy  3 ( user @druidcore so sorry for being years late on this) 

 Mike Angelo in My Little Princess

Tipnaree Weerawatnodom in My Dear Donovan 

Suzuki Nobuyuki (remake pack) 

      Later in the month : 

Kan Hideyoshi in Kamen Rider Geats 

 Mohammed Amer in Mo (when I find  the download)

anyone on @spacejams list that didn’t get a gifpack/least amount of gifpacks by the time I finish the first half of the list  here

November (if I get there) 

Caelynn Miller-Keyes 

Indegenious Fcs 

In Quenue/Posted: 

Kubota Yuki 

Lee Minhyuk

*I have the right to drop a project if I notice someone else did it and would just post what I had if anything at that point

**If you want to make suggestions for other fcs in the shows feel free to reply here but im not making promises 

[fairytalker]

FC's de conforto

Oii, tag! Como estão? Vim falar sobre um tópico tranquilo e acredito que muitas pessoas possuem, os faceclaim de conforto. Por exemplo, eu tenho MUITOS fc's que viram costume utilizar em rpg's, mas um dos que eu mais amo usar é o fromis_9 (ot9 mesmo), então sempre que posso incluso elas de alguma forma.

Alguns dos quais eu também gostaria de jogar acabei dando reblog em gifs pack, mas ainda tem vários outros que eu me sinto confortável em usar e gostaria muito num plot futuro, como o Lee Minhyuk (huta), Vernon, Johnny Suh, Mark Lee, O Shinee todo talvez, atrizes tailandesas (Orm, Ciize, Milk), Zhou Ye, Jingyi, mais atrizes e atores chineses, etc.

Agora me diz ai, vocês também tem um faceclaim de conforto? Quais vocês mais usam num rp? Deu match com algum que eu gosto? Vamos bater um papo!

[ao3feed-ateez]

Shadows In The Night: A Tale Of Love And Heartbreak

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EM76zeL by Kikihyunniee Kihyun escapes in the middle of the night from his abusive boyfriend with nothing but the clothes on his back. Attempting to pick up the pieces from his shattered life, Kihyun loses himself in the process but gains something that can never be taken from him. His pack and bondmate, the leader of one of the biggest gangs in Gwangyong City, Alpha Son Hyunwoo. Words: 1582, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Monsta X (Band), ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Son Hyunwoo | Shownu, Yoo Kihyun, Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X), Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon (Monsta X), Im Changkyun | I.M, Lee Hoseok | Wonho Relationships: Son Hyunwoo | Shownu/Yoo Kihyun, Everyone/Everyone, Chae Hyungwon/Lee Minhyuk, Im Changkyun | I.M/Lee Jooheon Additional Tags: mob!au, Domestic Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Son Hyunwoo | Shownu, Omega Yoo Kihyun, Omega Lee Hoseok | Wonho, Alpha Lee Minhyuk (Monsta X), Omega Chae Hyungwon, Omega Lee Jooheon (Monsta X), Omega Im Changkyun | I.M, Past Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Group Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Unsafe Sex, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Heavy Themes So Please Head The Tags And Trigger Warnings, Dark Story With Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, OT7 read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EM76zeL

[iibonniee]

A Flight Later | Lee Minhyuk

Paring: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: R

Warnings: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

Rating: G

Word Count: 7.7k

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a race against time, barely managing to catch her flight, only to be stopped by the unanticipated arrival of a snowstorm. With all flights on hold, she opts to find shelter in a nearby hotel. Thanks to an unexpected mishap by the hotel's staff, she's given a choice - share her lodging with an irresistibly attractive stranger or brave the storm to find alternative accommodation.

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

If time ever worked in her favor, she swore she never ever had to worry about the word “late” ever again in her life. But alas, the word “late” loved her too much just to disappear from her life like a pair of someone’s favorite socks or their lucky bag.

Y/N was simply never lucky. She swore there was a family curse, but everyone in her family had gotten the “lucky” side of it. In contrast, she was simply cursed with the unlucky aspect of it. She tried praying to whatever may catch her shitty attempts at warding it away, but nobody seemed to care.

She even went as far as to cry in the middle of her messy apartment, hoping that whoever was watching would see and maybe take some sort of pity on her. In favor, she was sure they were laughing their asses off at the free fucking show she was giving them.

Christmas was like any other year. Busy as fuck, fast-paced, and if you weren’t ready for the attack, you better be quick with dodging.

Y/N made sure to wake up just 5 hours before her flight was due every single year. She didn’t care if she was running off 30 minutes of sleep and leaving her house at 1:30 in the morning like a crazy person, almost late for their 9 am shift. 

No matter what it was, there was always something that would happen.

Christmas was never very forgiving to Y/N. Last year, it was the power shutdown. The year before, a broken heater caused the water pipes to freeze. The universe seemed to have a penchant for dropping wildcards in her path.   

This year, it played its cruel game again.   

Her alarm, the protective wall between the chaos of Christmas and sleep’s blissful oblivion, failed her. The promised shrill call to action never came, and Y/N woke up to an eerily quiet room, save for the sinister tick-tock of the clock that now read 5 - two hours later than it should have been. Her heart pounded in her chest like a sledgehammer. Before she knew it, she was racing around her cramped apartment, pulling on clothes, brushing her hair with one hand while stuffing her travel bag with the other.

Why she held off with packing until the last second was fucking beyond her.

To add insult to injury, the weather gods threw an impromptu snow festival outside. When Y/N managed to navigate down the slippery stairs of her apartment building, she looked up to a constellation of snowflakes, each falling with the grace of a feather in the wind.

Leaving her sanctuary of warmth, she grits her teeth as the seductive dance of the snowflakes teases her with their cold touches. Every flake that brushed against her skin sent a chilling reminder of the cruel winter. Despite her hurry, she took a moment to admire the ethereal beauty before the reality of her predicament crashed down upon her.

The routine hustle and bustle of the city had transformed into a slow-moving tableau. She could hear the frustrated honks and the indistinct cursing of fellow trapped souls, all fighting against the glacial embrace of Mother Nature. Her usual brisk walking pace was replaced with a cautious shuffle, each step a delicate ballet on the icy pavement. A ten-minute journey to the bus stop usually felt like she was running a marathon in slow motion.

Once there, her hopeful eyes were met with the sight of her bus, stuck a few blocks away, a streak of vibrant color choked by the sludgy white quilt of snow. The traffic, once an orderly stream of vehicles, was now a convoluted mess, frozen in an eternal deadlock synonymous with her own frustration.

A resigned sigh escaped her lips as she clutched her coat tighter, making an impromptu refuge as the snow relentlessly assaulted the city. She glanced at the watch she was wearing, frowning at the ticking hands, which now seemed more like an enemy than a companion. Cold, time, and paralysis were poignant reminders of her stuck state.

It appeared that rushing wouldn’t do any good today. Trapped in a rush, caught by the mischievous antics of weather gods, Y/N found herself laughing despite the freezing cold and her predicament. And so there she stood, alone in a crowd of bundled-up people sharing her plight, silently pleading for an end to this unannounced snow festival.

But as time ticked by to never be seen again, she slowly realized that the snow was slowly getting heavier, and if possible, it was getting colder. She was half tempted to test fate out even more, to give herself false hope and check her phone, which was probably dead, to see if a snowstorm was possible.

But the universe appeared to enjoy playing cruel jokes on Y/N. The gods seemed to enjoy watching humans squirm as they twisted the mundanity of life into a tempestuous voyage. And the cruel winter winds seemed to share their malevolent intent.

Her phone buzzed weakly in her pocket as if on cue, displaying a measly one percent battery. Increasingly cold fingers fumbled with the screen to catch a fleeting glimpse of the weather update. The damning news confirmed her worst fears, with the cold indifference of the phrase’ severe snowstorm warning’ displayed before her phone promptly gave a last breath and blanked out.

She cursed under her breath, her mutterings lost to the wind’s icy mockery. A cruel cosmic joke indeed. Her frustrations seemed to echo in the cold, lifeless device in her hand. In desperation, she reached for her travel bag for the elusive charger, her sanctuary from this growing maelstrom of lousy luck. But of course, it, too, had something to contribute to her unfortunate predicament.

Upon pulling her bag around, her heart sank at the sight.

Panic gripped Y/N as she noticed her bag’s zipper halfway open, half-heartedly clinging to its duty. A mad scramble ensued as she delved into its depths with frozen fingers, desperation wrapping her heart in its icy grasp. The contents of her bag felt unfamiliar under her trembling touch, cueing the impending doom.

With a gasp, her hand emerged void of the lifeline she sought. No charger. It was still sitting on her bedside table, a mocking reminder of her frantic morning. Now, it felt like a slap to her already unfortunate day. The tiny piece of equipment, usually so insignificant, now felt like the difference between life and death, a melodrama spun by the snowstorm’s pervasive presence in her life.

Just as she contemplated whether she should risk returning home to retrieve the forgotten charger, the strained sounds of an engine groaning to a halt broke through the cacophony of the storm. The bus’s vibrant colors, lost under layers of snow and mud, offered an undesired sense of hope.

With one last glance at her dying phone, Y/N pushed her disappointment aside and dashed for the bus entrance. Her movements were clumsy, hindered by her heavy clothes and the cruel winter winds. Still, she made it just as the driver was about to close the doors, locking her out in the ruthless snowstorm. She onboarded, drenched in a mix of relief, defeat, and snow - a plot device to the cruel joke penned by her fate.

Panic clawed at the edges of her thoughts as she settled into a spot at the back of the snow-dusted bus. The severity of the storm made her question whether it was capable of halting all air traffic, making her already tight schedule even more fraught with tension.

The dying light of her phone caught her attention once more. With a heavy sigh, she unlocked it, the screen flickering weakly, stubbornly hanging onto the remaining battery. The time stared back at her, remorseless, hinting at her possible failure to catch her flight. She swallowed hard, grimacing as her mind calculated the time lost battling against the cruel winter and the time remaining for her to reach the airport.

Reality seemed to set in further as the last flicker of life drained from her phone. The prospect of missing her flight seemed far more probable now, contributing another layer to her dismal day. She leaned back in her seat, the snow outside blurring into a white canvas, reflecting the uncertainty of her predicament. Her journey, catapulted into a chaotic flux by the snowstorm, was but a chapter in the tragically comic tale uniquely penned for her fate by the universe.

She swore every year there was always something, and it felt like it just got worse and worse each time. Last week, the weather called for sunny skies, with the weather at roughly 41 degrees. So where the fuck did the cold snow come from? Who did she have to fight to keep some of her own sanity?

After what felt like an eternity, the bus finally pulled up to the airport. The idle chatter of its engine ceased, leaving only the howl of the ruthless snowstorm outside. Her heart pounded in her chest as she collected her bag, the prospect of missing her flight flashing in her already stressed mind.

She rushed inside with haste born of desperation, the icy blast of air chasing her in. The ticking clock was not the only enemy she battled against now.

As the last of the passengers from her bus filed into the airport, an announcement rang out, cold and indifferent like the storm outside. All flights are delayed until further notice. A collective sigh filled the room, but Y/N could only feel the bubbling anger within her. The cruel joke wasn’t over yet, it seemed.

Quickly weaving through the throng of disgruntled passengers, she found herself standing before an airline representative whose expression mirrored the weary resignation of those around her.

“How long?” she asked, her voice laden with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Ignoring the lump in her throat, she took a deep breath. Her anger wasn’t truly directed at this distraught worker just doing their job but at the rapidly spiraling sequence of misfortunes hurling her sanity over the edge. As she stood there, awaiting an answer, she couldn’t help but wonder who in the universe she had wronged for such relentless testing.

The airline representative gave a weary sigh, her hands moving nervously. The woman’s response was quiet, almost defeated, as if the storm had reached in and stolen her certainty, much like everyone else’s. “Honestly, miss, we’re not sure,” she confessed, remorse filling her eyes. “The weather forecast is calling for a prolonged storm. It might be several hours... or more.”

The words echoed in Y/N’s head, settling with a weight that left her feeling breathless. Several hours...or more. The cruel irony wasn’t lost on her, the universe seemingly challenging her patience. Her lips formed a thin line, frustration etching itself into the lines of her face. Her meticulously crafted plan was being shredded to pieces by a force beyond her control.

She gave a curt nod of thanks, her throat tight and words failing her. Turning around, she felt the weight of the day settling on her shoulders. The universe’s amusement at her expense, it seemed, knew no bounds. She slumped into a seat in the waiting area, staring blankly at the snow-covered runway outside. Her annoyance towards the unforeseen circumstance simmered within her, the words replaying in her mind, ‘several hours... or more’. Who did she have to fight to keep some of her sanity within this relentless storm?

She caught a fleeting movement in her peripheral vision – the airline worker was heading towards Y/N, an expression of empathetic concern on her face. Y/N’s simmering frustration was squashed momentarily, replaced with surprise as the worker hesitated briefly before deciding to take the seat beside her.

“I called the hotel across the street,” she began, her voice offering a kind of troubled solace. “I’ve put a room on hold for you. Thought you might need somewhere to stay until this storm lets up.”

The words should have been a relief, a temporary sanctuary in the cascading chaos she was amidst. Still, all she felt was a sinking feeling of defeat. Despite her situation, a flutter of gratitude swept over Y/N. She sighed, nodding her appreciation at the woman, aware that she was just a casualty in her relentless battle with fate.

She stood, a sense of inevitability weighing her down. She cast a final glance at the snow-lashed runway before turning away, ready to face another unexpected twist thrown at her by the universe. The universe’s relentless testing, it seemed, was far from over. The frontlines of her fight for sanity were extending to the mundane hotel room across the street.

Retracing her steps led her back to the entrance of the airport. The storm seemed more angrier than it had been before, and she swore she could hear it laughing in victory as it watched as yet another year was ruined for her.

She took a deep breath and wrapped her scarf tighter around herself, bracing for the chilled onslaught that awaited. She set off towards the hotel, each step a struggle against the powerful gusts carrying an arsenal of stinging snowflakes. Her teeth chattered, her skin numbing rapidly as if touching upon the epitome of human endurance. 

“Fucking cold weather.” 

She mumbled softly to herself, feeling a slight fit beginning to brew. She was pissed, furious even. Yet the snow kissed her cheeks even without the permission she would once grant it. 

“For one fucking year, can you give me a break? What do I do to piss you off so much, huh?” She uttered once more, her eyes flicking around to see if anyone was crazy enough to watch her talk to herself. Thankfully, it seemed as though she was the only crazy person brave enough to walk through the storm. “It must be those ladybugs I keep killing. Maybe Mother Nature, if they weren’t so scary and if you didn’t give them wings they wouldn’t be dead at the hands of my shoes.”

After her verbal self-scolding was over, she cinched her coat tighter around her and trudged onwards, the roar of the wind and her own vexed thoughts her only company. Each step she took felt like a mile, the icy wind and swirling snow grappling at her, seeming intent on making her journey a tedious battleground. Though, in spite of it all, she pressed on. 

The maelstrom seemed reluctant to let her destination come into view, but gradually, a glow spawned through the white canvas of chaos. The hotel, an oasis of warm light amidst the tumultuous darkness, provided a renewed surge of determination. Armed with nothing but tenacity, she pushed forward against the shrieking wind until, at last, she entered the careworn but inviting doorway. 

Exposing her reddened face to the warm lobby air, she heaved in a shaky sigh of relief. The trek had been harsh, but she was there. Here, in this analog sanctuary of coziness amongst the storm. She removed her snow-sodden coat sloshed, and slipped her way towards the front desk.

A woman smiled sympathetically from behind the counter. Removing one of her gloves, she swept away some snowflakes from her eyelashes. Brushing away a strand of hair that had clung to her frost-kissed cheek, she took a moment to compose herself before approaching the woman behind the counter. The warmth of the lobby, a sharp contrast to the frigid world outside, brought a hint of color back to her face.

“Excuse me,” she started, her voice steadier than she expected, and continued to recount the day’s ordeal, her words stumbling out in a strained whisper. “You see, it just was not my day. The flight... it was cancelled, thanks to this storm.” As she gestured outside, her voice became tinged with sarcasm. “And well, now I find myself stranded.”

“Luckily, a kind soul at the airport booked a room for me here,” she continued, maintaining direct eye contact with the sympathetic desk lady. She ended her tale with a weary smile which didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before adding, “Seems like my unlucky streak is finally letting up, isn’t it?”

The desk lady nodded in understanding and proceeded to assist her, a flicker of concern in her eyes. A hollow laughter sounded from outside the windows as she was handed a set of keys with a plastic badge reading ‘Room 204’. It seemed, even now, that the storm was not entirely done having its say.

With the key in hand, she thanked the lady at the desk, mustering a small smile. With anticipation of warmth and solitude, she navigated her way to Room 204. The deeper into the hotel she went, the fervent hum of the storm began to fade in the background, replaced by the soft whispers of the hotel.

Unlocking the door, she pushed it open and was immediately met with the hotel room’s invitingly warm lighting. However, the scene before her wasn’t what she was expecting. Already in the room, to her disbelief, was a man. Surprise registered on his face, matching hers.

“I’m sorry,” he started, his shock quickly manifesting into confusion. “I think there’s been a mistake. This is my room.”

“Actually, it’s my room. The front desk just gave me the key. There must be a mix-up.” She raised an eyebrow at the stranger, holding up her key badge. Her tired patience from the day’s unlucky events was beginning to wear thin, her exhaustion making her words sharper than intended.

Pushing herself up to her full height, she glared at him icily. “Listen,” she started, her voice as sharp as the icy wind that had tormented her all day. “I’ve been through hell and back today. Thanks to this unforgiving storm, I ended up hauling myself here through the snow. An anonymous good Samaritan booked this room for me when I was stranded at the airport, bordering on a full-blown meltdown. All I wanted was to get some rest. Queen-sized bed, en-suite bathroom, mini bar... and no company. Especially not yours.”

At her words, his confusion faded, replaced by a flicker of understanding that quickly turned into irritation. “Believe me,” he retorted, matching her challenging tone, “having to share a room with a travel-weary stranger, a nightmare-turned-reality, wasn’t exactly part of my plan when I claimed the keys to this room. But here we are.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting her fierce gaze with an equally fiery one of his own. Animated by their strenuous day, they both radiated an energy, a tension that filled the room. 

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping an octave lower in a feeble attempt at reconciliation, “it seems we have a predicament. We’ll sort this out, but until then, let’s keep it civil, shall we? I’m sure we can both go downstairs and sort this out.”

Mutually unwilling to concede, they returned to the hotel lobby, striding in with a shared option and cold determination evident on their faces. Navigating through the hotel’s quiet corridors, the surrounding lighting cast long, stark shades on their faces, intensifying the severe nature of their unexpected predicament.

When they reached the front desk, the same lady looked up in surprise. The smiles they had shared in their earlier encounter were now replaced by furrowed brows and tense lines around their mouths. Quickly, they explained the situation, their voices overlapping at times due to their eagerness to resolve the matter.

Deep lines furrowed into the lady’s forehead as she tried to untangle the web of their story. The more they unraveled, the more she regretted the mistake made. Checking the system, she discovered that Room 204 had been double booked. Her face drained of color, “I truly apologize for the inconvenience. It appears we have made a mistake.”

She paused before (somewhat reluctantly) providing the unfortunate news, “Unfortunately, due to the storm, no more rooms are available. It seems ...” She swallowed hard, “you will have to share Room 204.”

The woman’s suggestion hung in the air. Share a room? After the day they had had? The suggestion was ludicrous to them.

They shared an incredulous look, their argument momentarily set aside due to mutual disbelief. Both tired and exhausted, they were at a crossroads. It seemed that they were in for an unexpected night, a consequence of the day’s misfortune - just not how they intended to end the night.

Seeing their shocked expressions, the woman tried to pacify them. “I understand this is far from ideal, but you can be assured we’ll sort it out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the storm limits our options. It’s far too risky to send you guys out to another hotel if they weren’t probably booked up, too.” 

Under the weight of the woman’s words, their stunned expressions faded to looks of grim acceptance. 

“Alright,” Y/N sighed, her voice a reluctant symphony of resignation and exhaustion. Her eyes flicked toward the man beside her, curiosity stirring in her exhausted gaze. “And what about you?”

The man turned slowly, meeting Y/N’s gaze with calm acceptance. “There’s not much we can do, it seems,” he admitted, apologetically smiling. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Minhyuk.”

"Y/n." Y/N offered a small smile in return, appreciating Minhyuk’s introduction.

As they ascended back to the room, a palpable silence draped around them like a shroud. Minhyuk, feeling the need to break it, started organizing the situation. “Look, Y/N,” Minhyuk began, his voice steady. “We are in a bind, but we can get through this. I propose we share the room, but I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“That’s... that’s very considerate of you, Minhyuk. Thank you,” she grumbled, unable to keep gratitude from seeping into her voice. Y/N glanced at him, her eyes reflecting unease. She frowned, opening her mouth to argue, but a swell of appreciation stopped her. An awkward smile tugged at her lips as she nodded.

“We might as well make the most of it,” Minhyuk suggested, the lively glint in his eyes minimizing their predicament’s weight. Relieved, Minhyuk reciprocated her smile and began to take in the confines of their impromptu shared space. 

They moved around the room for the next few minutes, unpacking the essentials and setting up their individual areas. The room was a quiet symphony of rustling bags, zippers, and the occasional sigh. Minhyuk had claimed the small couch next to the window, setting a blanket and a pillow purposefully on it. Y/N took the bed, her belongings neatly accumulated on the bedside table.

Just as Y/N was checking her phone, she let out a sigh of realization. Her battery was dead. A painful reminder of what she had dealt with earlier. 

“Um, Minhyuk?” Y/N began, trying to figure out how to ask for his assistance. “Would you, by any chance, have a charger? My phone’s dying.”

“Yeah, hold on a second.” Minhyuk rummaged through his bag, procuring a charger triumphantly after a moment. “This should work.” he offered, holding out the charger for Y/N. She accepted it gratefully, thanking him. 

His eyes suddenly lit up as if remembering something exciting. “Oh, and by some lucky chance,” Minhyuk started, his hand disappearing into his bag again. This time, he emerged with a small flask. “I have some whiskey we could share, you know, to make this situation a bit more...bearable,” he suggested, the corners of his mouth upturned into a knowing smirk. “If you want to, of course.”

Y/N blinked, then burst into laughter, the tension finally flooding out of her. This was far from their ideal situation, but at least they weren’t alone. Confronted with the ridiculousness of their circumstance, they clung onto a fearless resilience that made the room seem less claustrophobic. 

“Alright, Minhyuk. I’m in.” she chuckled, relief clear in her gaze. Y/N’s laughter was contagious, infecting Minhyuk, who soon joined her. His chuckles echoed in the otherwise silent room. The tension that had been hanging heavy in the air dissipated, replaced by an unforeseen easiness. The somewhat confined space no longer seemed suffocating, rather intriguing with its own possibilities. 

“Just what I like to hear,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

They settled comfortably, the clink of their glasses punctuating the quietness. As time trickled by, so did the rounds of drinks, each gulp chasing away traces of inhibition and coating their tongues with ease.

 The alcohol warmed their insides, pushing back against the chill of reality lurking outside their solitude.

She watched as Minhyuk tried to navigate through his alcohol-induced haze, his usual composure fading as if on cue with each sip. His smile, unguarded and natural, was more infectious than ever. His giggles were a pleasant reverberation in her ears, causing her to bubble along with him over the nonsensical ramblings that fell from his lips. 

Minute shifts in their positioning were registered keenly by her slightly impaired judgment — two drinks turned into three. With each drink, she noticed how he’d subtly scoot closer, the distance between them gradually reducing to a whisper.

Waves of arousal flickered in his slightly droopy eyes, making her heart pound against her ribcage — a reaction she blamed on the robust alcohol rather than her actual feelings. His prior stiffness was washed away by whiskey, his fingers inching dangerously close to hers on the shared bed, the warmth of which made her breath hitch.

“Would it be crazy if I told you I wanted to kiss you so badly right now?” Minhyuk’s voice was a low whisper, husky from the alcohol and desire, his tone faltering towards the end as he met her gaze. His question dangled in the air, heavy with the swelling anticipation that crept up her spine. “Even though I know nothing about you but your name?” 

Y/N blinked, for perhaps the alcohol was playing tricks on her. A slow, bubbling laughter escaped her as she leaned on her palm, studying Minhyuk’s flushed face. The man was attractive; she’d give him that. And the alcohol, well, that was contributing to her inhibitions lowering with each passing moment.

“Crazy? Maybe,” she replied, eyes twinkling with mischief, her words just as heavy with unacted desire as his. “Does that mean I should say no, Minhyuk?”

She watched as his hopeful gaze flickered at her words, and she leaned in, whispering into his ear, “But I have never been one to turn down a little bit of crazy. So, yes. Kiss me, Minhyuk.” 

The glint in her eyes spoke volumes of the exciting night that lay ahead of them, full of reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings fueled by potent alcoholic concoctions and burning desires.

She watched as his eyes fluttered at her invitation, shimmering with a heat that matched her own. The anticipation hung thick in the air around them, an electrifying energy thrumming through every atom in the room. 

At her words, Minhyuk wasted no time. His fingers found purchase on the back of her neck, tipping her head back to grant him more access. The other hand snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him, eliminating any space that dared to exist between them. Then, without another word of warning, he crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was a fervent collision, hungry and eager. Minhyuk’s lips were warm and intoxicating against hers, every stroke stoking the fire in her belly. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue, a sinful reminder of their reckless decisions. His hands became bold, tracing circles and lines on her back, mapping her out as though he’d run out of time. She whimpered against his mouth when he nipped her bottom lip, the sharp divide of pleasure and pain prompting her to tug his hair in retaliation.

Beneath him, she was a picture of desire, responding to every touch, every kiss with an equal level of fervor. The taste of her was ambrosia to him, sweet and addicting, filling him with a carnal craving that he hadn’t known till date.

Their world became a symphony of heavy breaths and soft moans, the kisses becoming steamy and sinful with every passing second. They were far gone in their desires, drunk on each other and the captivating spell of their shared passion. It was hot and intoxicating, the feelings surging like wildfire, engulfing their senses, leaving them reeling in its heat.

The glint in Y/N’s eyes had been a promise, one that was coming to life in their heated exchange. It was a prelude to what was to come. It was an exciting night filled with reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings, a night they would remember forever.

With each kiss, each caress, their bodies seemed to meld and unite, the sensual tension between them becoming a tangible entity, straining with shared passion. Minhyuk’s hands, guided by the fervor of his desire, sought her out, pulling her onto his lap. His arms curved around her waist, fitting to her body as though made for this singular moment.

Y/N, emboldened by her own burning need and the liquor fueling her courage, gave into the electric pull of his touch. She began a slow grind against him - a teasing rhythm that matched the intoxicating throb of the energy coursing through their intertwined bodies. Each motion created a scorching path of desire, the friction sending spiked eruptions of arousal coursing through them.

Every sway of her against him drew a groan from his lips, a testament to the effect she was having on him. Her movements were a siren’s call – seductive and irresistible, eliciting responses from the depths of his senses that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

His fingers dug into her hips, following the rhythm she’d set, guiding her movements to further stoke the spark between them. Minhyuk’s gaze, full of heat and longing, remained fixated on her - a silent plea and fervent desire inscribed in his intoxicating stare.

The room echoed their symphony of soft sighs and husky groans, pulling them even deeper into the whirlpool of their mutual desire. Each grind, each touch, was pushing them both further, scaling dizzying heights of intoxicating passion and desire from which there seemed to be no respite - not that they sought any. 

In a sudden grip of anticipation, Minhyuk’s hands grasped her hipbones, freezing her in place. His gaze, still burning with an intense fire, seared into hers. “If you continue to do that, I might just have to...” His voice was laced with a heady mix of desire and a warning, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. It was a dare, a tease, drawing her into his magnetic pull. “Fuck. I might have to fuck the shit out of you, and I don’t even know your last name.”

Y/N smirked, rising to his challenge, her eyes dancing with the same wild anticipation. She leaned in, her murmured response felt more than it was heard, “Then do it, Minhyuk.”

Emboldened by her words, a wolfish grin spread on his face. He wound his arm around her waist and, in a swift move, flipped their positions. The sudden movement caused her to gasp, the momentum throwing her onto the bed. His heavy gaze pinned her down, drinking in the sight of her disheveled yet undeniably enticing appearance.

Minhyuk towered above her, his gaze predatory, full of raw desire that echoed in the pit of her stomach. His eyes roamed across her form, taking in every last detail—each slight heave of her chest, each curve under the fabric of her clothes—all of it seemed to stoke his desire further. 

Minhyuk’s gaze roamed her body like a lover’s caress, the heat in his eyes enough to peel off her clothes. 

His hands inched their way across her body, each careful stroke setting her skin ablaze. With deliberate movements, he trailed his fingers over the fabric of her clothes, each pass leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. 

His hands traveled up her sides, lifting the hem of her shirt slowly. The swift intake of her breath was a testament to her anticipation. Within moments, the fabric was discarded, leaving her bare to his greedy gaze. Y/N could only watch, the intensity of his stare stirring a frenzy inside her.

Minhyuk leaned down to plant soft kisses against her bare midriff, each one a burning mark of his desire. His lips journeyed upwards, tasting the soft skin beneath her breasts, making her clutch onto the sheets in delirium. The sinful moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver down his spine, igniting his need tenfold.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and, swiftly, it joined her shirt on the floor. His hands traced the curves of her breasts, fingers teasing her already-hardened nipples, eliciting an audible whimper from her.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants, he swiftly pulled it, along with her panties, down her legs. His eyes surveyed the exposed expanse of her skin with a ravenous gaze. Lowering his mouth to her navel, he pressed a lingering kiss there before sliding his hand down to the V of her thighs. 

His fingers traced her slick folds, each pass causing a soft, keening sound from her. He gently slipped a finger inside, moving against the slick warmth that welcomed him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The way she writhed beneath him was a sight to behold, a sinful play of pleasure and anticipation. 

His gaze remained fixated on her, the raw pleasure on her face stoking a wildfire within him. Dipping his mouth to her breast, he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. At the same time, his fingers continued their sinful dance, and that was when all her inhibitions crumbled.

As he continued his intimate exploration, he gripped her hip to steady her squirming body. His low, husky voice echoed in the silent room, laced with desire and a faint edge of control. “You like this, don’t you?” His words were followed by a sinful smirk. 

“You’re so wet for me... you’re desperate for more, aren’t you?” he taunted, the predatory glint in his eyes intensifying. With every stroke of his finger, he painted her pleasure onto the canvas of the silence that hung heavy between them. His thumb massaged her sensitive bud in tiny circles, eliciting a cry from her. His fingers worked tirelessly, pushing her towards the precipice of pleasure, her responses a testament to his skillful touch.

A shaky affirmation escaped her lips, a breathy ‘yes’ that did nothing to halt his relentless pace. His fingers delved deeper, quickening their tempo, pushing her further and further into the abyss of ecstasy. Her body, under the torment of his skillful fingers, writhed and twisted in pleasure-filled agony, and all she could do was hold onto him as he steered her world towards a disarray of exquisite sensations.

He added a second finger, challenging her ability to keep her moans under control. His dirty comments only fueled her arousal, her mind barely able to register anything beyond the coiling sensation within her, ready to erupt under his persistent ministrations. 

Her frenzied movements matched the rhythm of his fingers, her body instinctively seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure he was granting her. The room was filled with the erotic symphony of her soft pleas and the sinful sounds of his fingers tracing her moist folds, a salacious testament to the heated exchange that was unfolding.

Just as she was teetering on the edge of release, he pulled his fingers away. His menacing grin widened at her whimper of loss. “Not yet, Y/N,” he warned, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he observed her almost-pouting expression. “So cute.”

“Don’t do this, Minhyuk,” she protested, her eyes flashing with annoyance and desperate need. He chuckled low in his throat at her complaint, leaning down to kiss her, his teeth teasingly grazing her bottom lip. 

“Now, now... be patient,” he teased, swaggering backward as he began to undress, his eyes never leaving her. The sight of him stripping was just as erotic, his sculpted physique a masterpiece as it was unveiled bit by bit. Seeing him standing before her in all his glory made her heart race; her anticipation heightened with the knowledge of what was yet to come.

With a smirk, Minhyuk crawled back onto the bed, resuming his position between her spread thighs. He locked eyes with her, the predatory gleam in his eyes unwavering. His hand snaked between their bodies, his finger tracing the lines of her core. “You’re so wet, baby,” he cooed before his voice dropped into a low, intimate whisper. “Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes flaring with intense desire. “Because I can’t wait to fuck you.”

His toned body hovered over hers, his dominant presence casting a shadow that caused her excitement to flare. He watched her, eyes dark with anticipation, analyzing her reactions as he ran his length teasingly against her moist core. Her body shivered in response, a soft moan escaping her lips. 

Ignoring her eager pleas, he continued his slow torment, gradually inching closer but never letting his length fully enter her. The raw pleasure in seeing her squirm beneath him, her pleas becoming more desperate with each teasing stroke, consumed him. 

“Patience, baby,” he purred out, chuckling at her impatience. His hand snaked up to twirl a hard nipple, sending sweet sparks of pleasure through her body.

When her whining reached a peak, Minhyuk finally relented. Aligning himself at her entrance, he locked eyes with her, biting his lip as a devilish grin spread across his face. The heat in his gaze held a promise, one of relinquishing the intense torment he’d fabricated and giving in to the wild carnage of desire they both sought.

“Are you ready? Because I am,” he rasped as he started to push into her, his girth stretching her deliciously. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her nails digging into his muscular back. 

He began to move inside her at a leisurely pace, testing her responsiveness, relishing the way she writhed beneath him. Each stroke he provided was deliberate and slow, making her squirm for more. “Is this what you wanted, Y/N?” he groaned out, the pleasure starting to build within him. “Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?”

Her nods, interspersed with pleas for him to move faster, caused him to chuckle darkly. Obliging her request, he snapped his hips faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that would leave her begging for more.

As he pounded into her, their bodies meshed in a rhythm that was all their own - raw, primal, and urgent. Her breathy moans harmonized with his low grunts, filing the room with a symphony of their ecstasy. “Minhyuk...more...” she gasped out between her moans, to which he only smirked devilishly.

Hearing her plead for more spurred him on, and he set an even faster pace, each of his thrusts designed to drive her to the edge. “You’re so tight, baby,” he praised, his eyes flashing with pure lust as he watched her unravel beneath him.

He leaned down to capture her lips, silencing her moans with a passion-filled kiss. She responded fervently, her hands grasping at his back, her nails leaving crescent imprints on his skin.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he growled against her lips, “tell me how much you need this...how much you need me.”

Her response was immediate, her voice a breathy whisper amid the ragged intakes of breath, “I need you, Minhyuk...only you.” Her admission acted as a catalyst, stirring him into action. He thrust into her with renewed vigour, intent on pushing her to the brink of absolute ecstasy. His movements became more erratic as he neared his climax, his grunts blending with her cries of pleasure. The room was filled with their combined essence, an intoxicating aroma potent with desire.

And just when she was on the edge, on the verge of tumbling into an overload of pleasure, he slowed his pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of them. His movements were calculated, each thrust designed to elicit an even sweeter moan from her. He grazed his fingers down her body, circling her sensitive bud, causing her to quiver beneath him.

“Minhyuk, please,” she whimpered, her plea sounding almost pathetic in the saturated atmosphere. 

“As you wish, gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear, grinning against her skin, his teeth nipping at her neck playfully. 

Amused by her pleading, Minhyuk finally gave in, his control snapping as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. His hips snapped with the recklessness of a man starved, his every movement now dedicated to bringing them both to the precipice of pleasure.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back, encouraging his aggressive pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper within her. She could feel the coiling heat within her build with every pounding thrust, each one hitting a spot that made stars flash in her vision. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, his voice rough with desire, “You’re so…fuck”. He couldn’t form sentences, the overwhelming pleasure fogging his mind like nothing else. His grunts and groans complimented her cries of pleasure, creating a lewd melody that filled the room.

With one last powerful thrust, he hit a spot within her that had her seeing stars. “That’s it, Minhyuk... don’t stop...” she cried out, her body shaking beneath him, “I’m close...”

His thrusts became more erratic, a clear sign he was reaching his end, too. Finally, with one last stroke, the coil within her snapped. She let out an intense scream, her climax washing over her in waves of sheer ecstasy. “Minhyuk!” she cried, her body convulsing beneath him.

Feeling her clamp around him was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned, his voice deep and brimming with satisfaction as he came, his body trembling as he released into her. “Fuck, Y/N.” He stammered out, panting as the remnants of pleasure coursed through him.

He collapsed next to her, both of their bodies sweaty and spent. They lay in silence, their chests heaving as they tried to regain their breath. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, a sinful testament to their heated exchange. “That was...” she began, unable to say it. 

“Perfect,” he finished for her, pulling her in closer, their naked bodies molding perfectly together. “Absolutely perfect.” His lips met hers in a tender but passionate kiss, the taste of her still lingering on his lips. 

After the kiss, he rolled himself out of bed, padding naked to the en suite bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, attending to her with gentle care. As he cleaned her up, her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction, a soft smile playing on her lips at his tender actions. Once done, he discarded the cloth and climbed back into the bed, pulling her flushed body into his arms. They soon drifted off into a deep, contented sleep, their bodies tangled intimately together.

Upon waking, Y/N found herself alone in the sprawling hotel bed. The slight worry that gripped her was irrational; she knew, but she couldn’t help the pang of loneliness in the vacant space next to her left. The sheets beside her held the warmth of his body, a silent testament to the passionate exchange that had unfolded. 

Just as she was about to sit up, the door creaked open, and Minhyuk strolled in, a tray laden with breakfast in his hands and a smile on his handsome face. The sight washed away any residual worry, replacing it with a warm sense of happiness. His gaze met hers, and the smile he wore broadened. 

“Thought one of us should get breakfast,” he explained, setting the tray on the bedside table before crawling back into the bed next to her. He gently pulled her into his embrace, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. 

They spent the rest of the morning in bed, stealing bites of food from each other and sharing gentle kisses. As they giggled and conversed, Y/N couldn’t help but marvel at the man who had satiated her physically and managed to fill a space in her heart she didn’t know was vacant. Y/N knew one thing with certainty. She wanted more mornings like these, more moments filled with love and laughter with Minhyuk. And if his devoted gaze was anything to go by, he wanted the same.

“So,” Minhyuk said after swallowing his food, “I would like to know your last name. And maybe get your number. It seems far since we might be stuck together for another night together.”

“Is that so?” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She was about to ask him why they might be stuck together for another night when Minhyuk cut her off.

“Look outside, Y/N,” he said, pointing towards the window. She followed his gaze, and her breath hitched at the sight. Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, forming a beautiful, dense blanket of white, reflecting the dim light from the street lamps. It was clear that the snowstorm wasn’t about to let up any time soon, meaning they really could be stuck together for another night.

An excited thrill ran through her at the thought. The prospect of spending another night with Minhyuk locked away from the world in their warm cocoon held a certain appeal she couldn’t deny.

“I guess we’re snowed in then,” she concluded, her lips curving into a playful smirk. She turned her gaze back to his, meeting his eyes that mirrored her excitement, “And my last name? My number? They’re all yours, Minhyuk. All yours.” 

They smiled at each other in anticipation for the night ahead, causing a delightful shiver to run down their spines. Outside, the snow fell even more heavily, all but guaranteeing they’d be spending another night of passion and connection together.