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Jealousy, Jealousy (M)

OVA for the Pathetic series because I love you guys soooo much.

Summary:

You and Jeonghan decide to move in together. But the problem with all of that is actually finding a place to move in together.

Warnings: Dubcon as per usual with this series, jealous!yn for once, slightly clueless jeonghan, rough sex, degradation, humiliation kink, slightly public sex, creampie because lowkey between us I think Jeonghan is trying to lock y/n down for real for real, no aftercare but eh, other things? probably

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Happy late two year anniversary to the release of Pathetic and my descent to hell for bringing this series to life. I wanted to write a very fun nonsensical random “beach-episode” but the fleeting thought of writing a part where y/n and jeonghan move in together led me to relasing a poll to sneakily figuring out what y’all would prefer and after my preferred idea got completely crushed in the poll you all LOST YOUR CHANCE AT PUBLIC BEACH SEX OKAY? Y/n and Jeonghan could have gotten sand everywhere and had sex on the beach behind a rock or something but you all lost that chance OKAY *distant sobbing* 

-

It was stupid to be jealous. 

So, so, so stupid to be jealous. 

“As you can see, there are really nice porches in this series of units,” the property manager said, her voice airy. Her fingers dragged across Jeonghan’s skin, drawing his attention away from the closet that he had been peaking at. 

She slid open the glass door to the porch that she had been talking about and then took a step onto it. 

“I mean, this obviously won’t be your view, but the porch is a nice size.” 

Jeonghan took a step out onto the porch with her, and you resisted the urge to scream in the closet that Jeonghan had just been looking at. 

“I don’t really know how much we’d use a porch…” Jeonghan mumbled. He looked out at the other apartments, seeming to skim over the view. The lady next to him had all of her attention on him, and once again she was using his concentration on the actual tour she was supposed to be leading as a way to get closer to him. 

The problem with Jeonghan was that when you two started and he was obsessed with figuring out if you liked him and also making you like him, he was always keenly aware of the way that his interactions with other people made you feel. 

He was able to tell when you were jealous and usually, he was keenly aware of why you would be so. But ever since you two got together and he stopped caring about flirting with other people, he seemed to forget that people still wanted to flirt with him. 

And that when it came down to it: You were just a person, who hated when people flirted with your stupidly attractive boyfriend. 

“What do you think y/n?” Jeonghan asked, turning his attention to you and ripping you back into the present. You forced a smile on your face, but Jeonghan seemed to notice that something was wrong with you. 

“It would be cool to have a porch,” you said, as Jeonghan stepped back into the apartment. Worry was spread over his face, but you waved off his concern. That, of course, didn’t stop him from coming to your side, his hand finding itself to the small of your back. 

“Yeah, but for this price point…” Jeonghan mumbled. The property manager stepped back inside the apartment, sliding the door closed. She seemed a bit disgruntled by his quick escape. 

“This apartment is completely worth the price,” she insisted. She looked between you and Jeonghan, an annoyed expression on her face. “I mean, it’s perfect for a bachelor like you.” 

Your nails pressed harder into the palm of your hand. 

“Well, the porch would be good if we wanted to try at more public sex,” you stated bluntly. “And there’s a lot of different places where you could fuck me here. The countertops in the kitchen would be good for it.” 

Both the relator and Jeonghan were silent at your comment, which would have been completely humiliating if it weren’t for the way that Jeonghan’s fingers stretched across your back. 

At least he was amused. 

“It’s a shame we aren’t alone,” he commented after a few moments. “I would love to break the place in.” 

You were a bit petty… You looked up to see the look on the realtors’ face, only to find that her face was beet red. A smile flitted over your lips. 

The apartment was a nice apartment, but all the apartments that you had been to were nice. They all had their pros, and their cons. Workout rooms, large bathrooms, spacious closets, in-unit laundry. 

You groaned once you and Jeonghan were back in the Alpha Mu house, burying your face into his back. 

“I hate this,” you mumbled softly. “I don’t want to move.” 

Jeonghan hummed, raising his free hand to your head. He began to card his fingers soothingly through your hair, but his other hand was focused on playing a game of crossy roads. 

“It’s all this effort to pack up boxes, just to unpack the boxes and it’s just too much work,” you complained lightly. Jeonghan hummed. 

“It is a lot of work for nothing,” he agreed. “I mean, why move in anyways? We should just live in our various places and overpay for rent forever instead of just living together.” 

A frown crossed your lips, and you looked over at Jeonghan. He looked up from his game. 

“I mean we can just spend alternating weekends at each other’s places,” Jeonghan continued. “You like being kept up by Alpha Mu parties, right? You enjoy spending every weekend jealous because of all the drunk party goers flirting with me?”  

“I don’t spend every weekend jealous,” you mumbled. “That’s such a stupid thing to say.” 

Jeonghan hummed and turned his attention back to his game, his fingers continuing to brush through your hair. 

“Then you’re better than me,” Jeonghan mumbled. “I’m tired of Mingyu dazzling you with breakfasts, and Jun asking you for relationship advice. We need our own space.” 

You shifted your body so that your legs were crossed in front of you, and you were looking at Jeonghan face to face. He looked up at you, once again risking his game score for your attention. 

“I’m just tired of browsing,” you mumbled. 

“Our relator just wants to show us one more place,” Jeonghan said, his hand sliding down your face to cup your chin. “One more apartment tour. One more apartment complex.” 

“And that’s another thing,” you complained. “Why is one person showing us multiple apartments? That’s not normal.” 

“It’s because all of the places we have looked at have been under one management company,” Jeonghan replied calmly. “You don’t like Dana?” 

Again. It sucked to have a boyfriend who was now blind to the flirting of others. 

“She’s a bit touchy,” you grumbled. Amusement flickered across Jeonghan’s face, and his head fell to the side. 

“Someone is sounding toxic,” he teased lightly. 

“Me?!” You protested, slapping Jeonghan’s hand away. “You were just saying-” 

Jeonghan interrupted you by pressing forward, his thumb raising back to your chin to pull you into a soft, but brief kiss. You sighed. 

“You can’t-” 

He interrupted you again with another kiss, a very clear smile on his face. He pulled away again- Too early for the kiss to be completely appreciated. You forced yourself to focus and pull away from Jeonghan, but he kept a hold of your chin. 

“It’s just one more apartment,” he assured. “And it has everything that we have been looking for. In-unit washer and dryer, a complimentary gym that’s really close to our unit, it has an extra room for an office, a porch…”  

As Jeonghan spoke his voice was soothing, and he pressed small kisses across your chin. 

“A porch for me to fuck you on,” Jeonghan teased. “Even though I’m starting to suspect you just said that for attention.” 

You let out a small sigh, your head rolling back, allowing Jeonghan to place kisses down your neck. He lightly nipped at the skin just above your collarbone. 

“You know if you want to just grab me and kiss me passionately whenever you are in front of someone that is flirting with me, you are completely free to do so,” he continued, completely ruining your mood. You pressed Jeonghan back by his forehead. 

“I have to go study with Yeongtae,” you stated bluntly. Jeonghan groaned, dramatically falling back as if you had pushed him that hard.  

“You’re going to abandon your poor boyfriend-” 

“Yes,” you interrupted him with a roll of your eyes. You began to get to your feet, but before you could go far Jeonghan had your wrist. He gave you a small tug and you stumbled down to your hands and knees, conveniently catching yourself on top of him. 

Jeonghan seemed to be ignorant of how lucky he had been that his trap had worked so well. Your hair fell around your face, and Jeonghan reached up to tug lightly at one of your strands. 

“See we won’t have to worry about this once we move in together,” he said. His hand snaked around your body, and he grabbed your hips. “Because if it were our apartment, I certainly wouldn’t be letting you go without reminding you whose you are.” 

Your face burned bright red. 

“You know I know whose I am.” 

The tips of Jeonghan’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants. 

“I reserve the right to remind you anyways,” he said lightly. He pinched you and you obediently dipped your head, letting him pull you into a deep kiss. His fingers raised to your hair, pressing down on the back of your head so that you were completely locked in. 

You let him lead the kiss for about thirty seconds before lightly tapping his cheek. He broke the contact. 

“Have fun studying,” he said lightly, his grip on you loosening enough for you to pull away. 

“I’ll try,” you said. 

- 

“So… How’s the apartment hunting going?” Yeongtae asked as you distractingly tapped your pencil against the table you too had set up at. You looked up at him, a frown spread across your face. 

“I’m trying to focus,” you complained. 

“You’re tapping the Friends theme song,” Yeongtae replied. You sighed, setting your pencil down. 

“I’m a bit anxious about it,” you admitted softly. Yeongtae closed the textbook that he had been pretending to read. 

“What about it?” He asked you, matching your tone of voice. 

“Well…” You let your head fall to the side. “I’ve never lived with someone I was dating before.” 

“Cause you’ve barely dated anyone,” Yeongtae agreed. “That makes sense.” 

You ignored the comment. 

“I mean, is it going to be weird? We aren’t going to have as much time away from each other. What if he realizes he doesn’t like something about me? Like, Jeonghan is really clean. What if I’m too messy for him?” 

Voicing them out loud your concerns felt less detrimental. 

“You’re worried about being too… Messy?” Yeongtae asked. You bit down on the bottom of your lip. 

“The lease is a yearlong lease,” you said instead, trying to insinuate what you didn’t want to say. “That’s at least a yearlong commitment.” 

Yeongtae just stared at you. 

“Jeonghan hasn’t ever been in a relationship for that long, and if we were to…” You didn’t want to say it. “I mean would he just go back to his old ways?” 

You could imagine it now. One of you moving into the office he was so insistent you two have, and having to sit in your room, earbuds in your ears, doing your best to drown out the sounds of whoever would replace you. 

“Y/n, you’re so stupid,” Yeongtae murmured. “You know full well that Jeonghan is absolutely obsessed with you.” 

You narrowed your gaze and tapped the table in irritation. 

“Obsession doesn’t last forever Yeongtae,” you replied. “In fact, I would argue that obsession is much more fleeting than other emotions.” 

“Fleeting?” Yeongtae repeated in disbelief. “Didn’t he tell you he’s been in love with you since he saw you at freshmen orientation?”��

You sighed your response and Yeongtae gave you an apologetic expression. 

“I hate to say it, but your issues have transcended past genuine concerns because your situationship is lying about sleeping with other people and has transformed into just another issue,” Yeongtae stated. “Everyone in relationships have these worries. Moving in with someone you haven’t even officially been with for a year can be a gamble. But… I mean this is Jeonghan we are talking about.” 

Right, of course. This was Jeonghan you two were talking about. As much as you hated to admit it. Jeonghan was the same person who had pinned over you from afar for years. As impatient as he was- If you told him your reservations seriously Jeonghan would definitely agree to postpone your move-in until you were more comfortable. 

This was just undeniably more convenient than the latter. 

With Jeongyeon moving in soon with Jimin, and Yeongtae still living on campus for some reason, your choices in roommates were slim. And Jeonghan was tired of living at Alpha Mu. The frat house was after all a frat house. He was getting too old to stay there, and he was practically itching for a reason to move out. 

You sighed, letting your head roll to the side a bit. You were just overthinking for overthinking’s sake, and you knew that was true. 

“I’m getting tired of you calling me stupid all the time,” you mumbled. 

“I’ll stop calling you stupid when you stop being stupid,” Yeongtae replied pointedly. You crumbled up a piece of paper and tossed it at Yeongtae’s head. 

“Focus on your work.” 

- 

“Great! You’re going to really love this unit,” Dana said excitedly. She clapped her hands together and then bounced up to her toes, tapping Jeonghan lightly on the face. His eyes flashed at the sudden touch, and he recoiled a bit. She completely ignored his surprise. 

“I’ll just…” She turned away from Jeonghan, her tongue clicking lightly. “Oh… I left the papers at the office.” Her eyes flitted back up to Jeonghan, her eyes wide. 

You rolled your eyes at the little helpless look on her face. 

“If you two wait it’ll only take me like… Twenty minutes to get the papers and come back,” she said. You looked up in time to see her fingers touching Jeonghan’s wrist. This time Jeonghan was hyper aware of it. His eyebrows strewn a little in frustration and he pulled his hand away. 

“Don’t worry,” she assured. “Just stay here and I’ll be back.” 

You might has well have not been in the room. Jeonghan gave her a small nod, and then she was scurrying out the door. You two were silent for a few seconds, and you tapped your finger against the kitchen counter. 

“It’s too bad this isn’t marble…” 

“Oh my god,” Jeonghan blurted, completely ignoring the way that you were trying to derail his thoughts. “That’s what all this is about?” 

You let your eyes shut a little. 

“Okay, well honestly marble wasn’t a defining feature, but it is nice-” 

“Why didn’t you just tell me you were jealous of the realtor?” Jeonghan laughed. You pouted a little. 

“Why were you so blind to the way that she was so obviously flirting with you?” You shot back. He laughed again, and walked towards you, trapping you against the countertop. He leaned forward, his head dipping towards yours. 

“Y/n, you know that you’re the only one that I want to be with,” he said softly. Your face burned, and you turned your gaze away from him. 

“Yeah, but she doesn’t,” you grumbled back. Jeonghan hummed, and he dipped his head a bit, his lips pressing small kisses to your neck. Obviously intent on distracting you like he always did. And you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t working at least a little bit. “Jeonghan…” 

“What?” Jeonghan cooed against your neck. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice coming out in a bit of a whine. 

Jeonghan pressed a kiss to the dip in your neck. 

“Reminding my girlfriend that she’s my girlfriend,” he replied. He pressed back a little. “You don’t want to be reminded?” 

The grab for consent was obvious. Your eyes darted towards the door. 

“We’re not…” 

“We have plenty of time,” Jeonghan pointed out, but as he spoke, he pulled back a bit. “But if you really just want to wish that the countertops were marble-” 

Before Jeonghan could say more, you grabbed his face, locking him into a deep kiss. Jeonghan was quick to wedge the tip of his thumb between your lips, pressing you back. He gave you a stern look. 

“Use your words y/n,” he said, his voice dropping a few octaves. Your face burned at the way his thumb was pulling at your bottom lip. 

“I could use some reminding,” you agreed softly. Jeonghan hummed, a self-satisfied smile crossing his lips. 

“So, you’re saying…” His thumb pressed at your lip harder, until you dipped your head a bit, allowing his thumb to slip into your mouth. “That you want me to fuck you?” 

Your eyes found a spot on the floor. 

“Yes… I want you to fuck me,” you admitted, and Jeonghan’s thumb slipped fully into your mouth. You closed your lips around it, sucking on it the way you knew he wanted you to. But still he gasped as if you had said something scandalous. 

“Here?” He hissed. “In some random apartment that we are walking around?” 

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment, but it just made Jeonghan laugh softly. He pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, and smeared spit across your face. 

“Get up on the counter,” he said. You scrambled up onto the counter as soon as he told you to, so when Jeonghan suddenly slapped you, you were surprised. 

“Why did you do that?” You asked suddenly, as if the hit didn’t immediately make your thighs press together in excitement. Jeonghan placed his hands on your thighs, and leaned in so close to you that you could feel his hot breath on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. 

“Because I know you like it,” Jeonghan replied. You felt him move back a little bit, his hands raising to your waist. He fumbled with the buttons on your pants. “Hold on tight.” 

Your fingers tightened on the edge of the counter as Jeonghan pulled your pants to your ankles. You wiggled nervously as his hand rubbed over your thighs, pushing them farther apart, your panties now hanging off of your ankle. You let out a small grunt as he grabbed you by the hips, fully moving your body so that you were in a more convenient location for him. 

He slapped a hand down on your thigh once you were in a position he liked, and you moaned as pain shot through your body. 

“J-Jeonghan,” you whimpered, unsure of exactly what you wanted to say. He ignored you, pushing apart your legs and shoving two fingers roughly into your pussy. You cried out, and the reaction made Jeonghan snicker. 

“Y/n, you don’t want someone to hear you, do you?” He asked condescendingly. Just as you went to respond he shoved his fingers even deeper into you and you swore it was deeper than his fingers had ever gotten before. You moaned, a small shriek on your lips. 

“Fuck Jeonghan!” 

“We have neighbors now,” Jeonghan chided. He started to cruelly pace his fingers, shoving them deep inside of you and crooking you once they were so deep that it elicited a scream from your lips. “Do you really want our brand-new neighbors to know that you are a filthy whore?”  

You let out a soft cry, raising a hand to your face and weakly clamping your hand over your mouth. 

Jeonghan hummed, a bit displeased it seemed, and he slapped your thigh again so hard that it jostled your entire body. 

 “Pick a lane y/n. Do you want the relator to know that you are my little whore, or do you want her to think that we are just close friends.” 

Your hands dropped to grip at the counter again, warm tears rolling down your cheeks at the pain. 

“W-Want her to know I’m yours,” you whispered. The whisper had Jeonghan’s fingers being ripped out of you. You heard his pants zipper go down and he was slapping your thighs again. 

“Off the counter, hands on the edge, ass up,” he order and you scrambled into the position that he wanted. He smacked your thighs again. 

“If you’re going to beg like cock like a whore, act like one better and spread your fucking legs,” he grunted. You quickly did as he was told- Rewarded by the tip of his cock dragging through your folds. You tried not to moan too loudly. Your head hit the counter. 

“A-Are you still wearing your jeans?” You whispered, your voice shaky. Jeonghan chuckled and slipped the tip of his cock into your pussy. You moaned, your pussy clamping on around it, begging for more. 

“Y/n, sluts get fucked in the most convenient way possible,” Jeonghan whispsered. He pulled the tip of his cock out of you. “And they don’t complain. They thank their master-” You let out a strangled moan. A term Jeonghan had never used with you before and one you knew he wouldn’t soon be forgetting. “So why don’t you thank your master y/n?” 

You let out a sob. 

“Just fuck me,” you begged softly. “Just fuck me please. Don’t tease me. Jeonghan for once please-” 

Your ass was slapped again, and Jeonghan’s fingers found their way to your hair. He tightened his grip in it, pulling you sharply back. 

“It’s not like you to be a brat right before you’re about to get dick,” Jeonghan mumbled softly. He pulled you up with one hand, his other anchored on the small of your back so that he could force your back to arch fully. His cock rubbed against your folds. 

“Do you want to come today y/n?” 

You nearly started to cry. 

 “Y-Yes,” you stammered. Jeonghan’s lips quirked up into a smile. 

“Then be good,” he said. “Thank your master and apologize for being a jealous brat.” 

You whined and your head fell forward a bit. 

“You like it when I’m a jealous brat-” 

Your words earned you a sharp smack to your ass. You cried out, and Jeonghan only responded by doing what he knew would drive you absolutely crazy and dragging his cock head through your folds teasingly. He dipped his head into you for just a second and then pulled it out, tapping the head of his cock to your hole that was just begging to be fucked. 

“Fine! Thank you master f-for fucking me a-at all,” you stammered out. Jeonghan let out a satisfied huff of air and his cock continued to drag through your folds. 

“That word sounds so good on your lips,” he said lightly. “Now, what else did I ask you to say?” 

“I-I'm s-sorry,” you bit out. Jeonghan sighed. 

“See, it’s just that I don’t really believe you,” he chided. “It sounds to me like you’re just saying what you know I want to hear.” 

You bit your lip from saying that of course that was what you were doing. 

“Please, please, please,” you begged. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good it’s crazy how good I’ll be.” 

Jeonghan chided. 

“And you’re still not apologizing,” he whispered. He leaned forward and started to kiss down your spine. You shivered at his touch. 

“Pl-please,” you whimpered. “But I-I won’t apologize for being possessive and mad that-” 

Jeonghan suddenly pushed deep into your pussy, and you cried out from relief at having his cock finally all the way inside of you. So deep that your toes were curling and those tears of frustration and relief started to roll down your cheeks. 

“You’re so right,” he whispered against your back. “I love it when you’re a jealous brat.” 

His fingers found their way into the roots of your hair, and he tightened his grip on it. Leaning back up and placing his other hand on the small of your back. He pulled out and using his grip in your hair as leverage pushed back into you hard. 

You let out a mixture between a moan and a yelp, and you swore your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

“Fuck J-Jeonghan-” 

He stopped you speaking by roughly fucking back into you. Each thrust so hard that your whole-body shook. 

“No one takes it like you, y/n,” Jeonghan mumbled softly, his thrusts a complete mismatch from his tone of voice. “Fuck, the rougher I am the harder you squeeze my cock. You’re such a fucking whore and you’re all mine.” 

You whimpered and nodded as he continued to ravage your pussy against the counter. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to make this apartment ours,” he mumbled. “Going to break in every room by fucking you there so hard that our neighbors will know how you like it from day one. If they aren’t home now, I’ll make damn sure that they hear us at least once while they’re home.” 

Your face reddened in embarrassment, but your traitorous body just responded by squeezing Jeonghan’s dick harder. God, when had you become such an exhibitionist? 

“Do you deserve to come?” Jeonghan asked you. You whimpered, unsure of what to say. You never knew the kind of answer that Jeonghan was expecting you to give when he asked you questions like this, so all you could do was answer the way that you wanted to: 

“Y-Yes!” You cried out. “Yes please, I deserve it.” 

Jeonghan’s hand that was on your back wrapped around your stomach, pulling you up flush against him. His other hand released your hair and slid down your body to your clit. 

“You’re right. You do deserve it. Go on love, come for me.” 

He started to play with your clit as he spoke but if you were honest, it wasn’t even necessary. Your orgasm was so hard that you had to clutch and Jeonghan’s arm around your body as you came. You were shaking, a sweating and crying and it felt so good. You barely registered as Jeonghan groaned in your ear, his lips pressing kisses against your cheek sloppily as he poured his cum into your pussy. 

You didn’t stop shaking until you felt Jeonghan’s movements still and his dick stopped twitching inside of you. You fell completely still in his arms, your chest heaving as you tried to get your breathing even again. 

“I love you so much,” Jeonghan whispered against your cheek. You nodded. 

“I love you too.” 

His lips quirked into a smile. 

 “You deserve the world,” he promised. “I just want to make sure that this really is the apartment that you want. Do you really want this one?”  

You nodded against him, turning your head so that your lips were brushing his. His eyes bored into yours as if searching them to make sure that you were telling the truth. He seemed to find what he was looking for after a few moments. 

“Then we’ll get it.” 

You heard the front door to the apartment open and you were suddenly very aware of what you and Jeonghan had just done. You put on your clothes faster than you had ever imagined you could, but Jeonghan made no attempt to pull his shirt back on. 

When Dana rounded the corner, you were running your fingers through your hair, trying to tidy it back up. As you did so Jeonghan tugged on a free strand. You turned to look at him and he dragged you down, his hands closing around your cheeks. He pulled you into a deep kiss, one of his hands dipping beneath your shirt. 

Your face burned, but when he pulled away and patted your cheek softly saying a pleasant: “Good girl.” You got over the majority of your embarrassment. 

You nervously glanced at Dana, whose face was burning red as well. Her eyes darted from you to Jeonghan, and back to you. Jeonghan got to his feet, stretching out his arms. 

“Y/n, I think I lost my shirt,” he said, with an overexaggerated pout. You let out a nervous laugh and looked across the room at Dana. 

“He’s, uh-” 

Jeonghan interrupted you by slipping his hand into your back pocket. His face was inches from yours so even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find it in yourself to pay attention to Dana again. You let Jeonghan draw your attention. A smile flitted across his lips, but it quickly shifted into a pout. 

“Why are you acting so shy?” He asked you lightly. 

“I have the, uh, paperwork,” Dana pipped up. Your eyes flickered towards her, but just as they did Jeonghan’s thumb pressed into your chin. 

“Nuh uh, not’s so fast,” he murmured. Your eyes were back on him. “You know that I don’t like anybody else, right?” 

You took a shaky, humiliated, breath.  

“Of course, I know that,” you managed to reply. He hummed, searching your face. 

“And you know that I don’t even look like that at other people,” Jeonghan replied. “That I’m completely loyal even while you run around with your little boytoys.” 

The joke hit the right audience, you let out a surprised laugh. 

“I know,” you agreed. “And they’re not my little-” 

Jeonghan interrupted your denial with a small kiss. You rolled your eyes. 

“Jeonghan-” 

He kissed you again. 

“The paperwork,” Dana called out again, this time standing closer to the two of you. You turned to glance at her and just as you went to speak, a full groan escaped Jeonghan’s mouth. He buried his face into your neck and then turned his whole body into you. Sliding both of his hands into your back pockets. 

“I’m so tired of people coming between us,” he mumbled softly. You ignored him and reached out for the paperwork. Dana begrudgingly placed it in your hands. 

Jeonghan whined at the fact that you were moving, clearly completely unembarrassed by the fact that Dana was standing right there. You read over the paper and sighed. 

“If you’re serious about signing this lease today, you know you’re going to have to actually sign it.” 

Jeonghan groaned again in protest. You rolled your eyes, but you felt warm. You pushed him back by his forehead. 

“Okay, I get it,” you relented. “I’m dumb for being jealous… Can we sign this lease please?”  Jeonghan flashed you a smile. 

“Since you asked so nicely.” 

- 

You let out a heavy sigh as you brought the last box from the car and placed it in one of the only free spots that you could spot. Jeonghan perked up from where he had collapsed on the floor after winning the argument on who was going to bring the last box upstairs. 

“We’re done?” He asked you. You sighed, leaning on the doorknob. 

“I mean we still have to unpack.” 

Jeonghan sighed. 

“Do we have to?” 

You pressed the door shut behind you and shrugged. 

“You want to fuck me on a mattress on the floor?” You asked bluntly. A mischievous smile spread across Jeonghan’s face. 

“I’d fuck you spread across these boxes,” he replied. “Or in the stairway… Or on the porch…”  

Your face burned and you brushed your hands down your pants. 

“We’re both sweaty and disgusting,” you replied even though you didn’t think that Jeonghan looked disgusting at all. And every time that he had to take a moment to catch his breath, and drink some water, and you watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat- 

“Then I guess that we’ll just have to break in the shower,” he replied. 

“Jeonghan-” 

Jeonghan got to his feet and wiped his hands off on his jeans. 

“You know where to find me,” he said coyly before walking down the hall. You sucked in a sharp breath, clicking the door locked behind you. 

You had a feeling it was going to take you two a very long time to get everything unpacked. 

[mary-loves-to-read]

— “dreamy & loving”

wc: 0.6k ★ est. rs, fluff ★ a/n. rushed layout :((

You look at Wonwoo, who is sleeping peacefully with you wrapped in his embrace. His features are beyond description; they are so perfect.

The way his face rests peacefully while his lips form a slight pout. The way his fluffy hair falls on his face. He looks so adorable.

You run a finger lightly down his jaw, noticing how flawless it is.

“It tickles,” Wonwoo whispers in his sleepy voice, causing you to startle. With a gentle smile, he slowly rubs his eyes before laying his eyes on your flustered face. “Did I startle you?”

“I thought you were asleep…” You mumble, mentally cursing at yourself for waking him up.

Wonwoo scoots closer to you and tightens his grip around your waist. “You're not asleep too,”

“Did I wake you up?” You ask with a frown, earning a giggle from him. “Sorry…”

“Don't be,” with a tone laced with reassurance, Wonwoo gently pats your back and shakes his head. “I wasn't really sleeping anyway.”

Your cheeks turned pink and your eyes grew wide as you recalled how you had been giving him soft, gentle kisses across his face, only to find out he hadn't been asleep this whole time.

Wonwoo chuckled, his eyes half-lidded as he tucked a hair strand behind your ear.

“It felt nice,” with a subtle pink flush to his cheeks, he spoke.

“What—”

He interrupted, pecking the corner of your lips. “This.”

You blinked, your eyes meeting his. His eyes softened with the slightest hint of teasing, as he slipped a hand under your shirt, his warm hand resting on the side of your bare waist.

“Ah, and this too,” he added, laying his lips on the tip for your nose, leaving a lingering, soft peck there. He pulled away, flashing a lazy, but bright smile.

Your lips curved into a gentle smile, and your hands reached out to cup his cheeks. “You little sneaky, you were enjoying it, huh?”

He pulled you closer by the waist, his smile never leaving his face. “I'm just good at pretending,” with a giggle, he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

The way Wonwoo’s hair was a complete message, even though it hasn't even been two hours since you both got on bed to sleep, made him look so cute. Especially with that shy smile and his pink-dusted cheeks? Adorable.

“I know you wanted more kisses, but couldn't keep a straight face anymore.” You teased, causing him to lift his head to look at you. Giggling, you looked down at him, wiggling your eyebrows. “Isn't it?”

He shook his head with a straight face, but broke into a blushing mess when you leaned down to peck the tip of his nose.

Suddenly, he lifted himself on his elbow and stared at you with a sheepish look. “Well, you can continue doing that,” he says, shifting his position to lay on his back as he closes his eyes tightly.

“Do what?” you leaned forward, slightly hovering over him and looking at him with raised eyebrows. Wonwoo peaked through one of his eyes, pausing for a minute as you stared at him with a confused smile. He then puckered his lips, pointing with his fingers with his eyes shut closed again.

Finally understanding what he meant, you throw your head on his shoulder with a laugh. Wonwoo's body vibrated with giggles before you lifted yourself up and leaned down to close the gap between you two—pressing your lips against his in a soft motion.

Wonwoo’s hands instinctively reached out to rest on your back, followed by a smile forming on his lips just two seconds into the kiss—causing you to pause for a moment and lean back.

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispered with a wide grin, giggling at your flustered state. Gently resting one of his hands on the back of your neck, he pulled you in for another kiss.

Sometimes kisses shared between you two weren't always perfect and passionate. Sometimes, they are messy and filled with giggles and laughs—imperfect yet so dreamy and loving.

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└➤ LEE KNOW (이민호)

indications ; ♥︎ - smut , ✿ - fluff, ⬤ - angst

# - lightyears -✿⬤- three times minho bites his tongue, and one time you don't let him. w.c 4.2k

# - hyungas sleeping -✿- fueled by pure, unadulterated minho & soon-doong-dori (SDD) brainrot. w.c 1.1k

# - silky shorts and stained shirts -✿♥︎- when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first time… w.c 11.9k

& pt ii, kitty keychains and pudding paybacks -✿- best friend!minho can't help but recall memories of him and fem!reader in the middle of their grocery trip

# - nightmares -✿⬤- it takes you longer than you want to admit to notice it - the fact that minho doesn’t sleep in front of you. 

# - hand holding -✿-

#- sweeter-♥︎- jealous minho smut; oral sex (m. receiving), grinding, unprotected sex

#- feline tendencies-✿- “quit it or i’ll bite.” + “do it. i dare you.” + suggestive

# - flower -✿⬤- you're the only person whose opinion he cares about. when all is said and done, he doesn't care if the rest of the world thinks cold and heartless, as long as you know who he is.

# - shark week-✿-how he would take care of you during shark week.

#- telling them-✿- reader and minho plan a fun way to tell the other 7 that they’re pregnant and the kids react in a happy way and how they’re gonna be amazing uncles and stuff

#- just cuddle me already -✿- he tries to keep this cold façade but deep inside he's a little cutie who would die without his daily cuddles

#- first date -✿- friends to lovers

#- depressive episode drabble-⬤-

#- soft minho thought -✿-

#- what are we? -✿⬤-

#- pampering minho -✿- pampering minho and kissing his ouchys and treating him like a princess until he feels better :((((((((

# - minho in love -✿-

# - his second chance -⬤- text messages

# - middle of the night -♥︎- dom!minho, sub!reader, fingering, implied piv, implied unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), creampie, breast play, name calling (angel, kitten, brat, slut), slight praise; not proof read w.c 1.5k

# - taste -✿♥︎- your boyfriend has been working out, but when you notice his appeal for praise being ignored by his friends, you decide to show him how beautiful you think his body is. w.c 4.3k

# - lingerie -✿♥︎- minho’s reaction where you’re wearing cute lingerie but then you become shy

# - scared to sleep-✿⬤- mentions of nightmares but no details, hurt/comfort, non-sexual nudity, chris is literally so sweet, mentions of sleep related fears

# - nsfw headcannons -♥︎-

# - key chain -⬤✿- you fight with minho and he comes back to make things right.-

# - fluff headcannons

# - im so sorry -⬤✿- you guys have an argument and eventually u just burst into tears right infront of him and he doesnt know what to do but comfort you

# - waiting for us -✿- lee know with a "waiting for us" kinda vibe. Just being together in their own place with lots of domestic fluff. Dancing whenever, seeing movies whenever…

# - soon you'll get better -⬤✿- your boyfriend tries to help you with your headaches, but when a doctor diagnoses you with something far worse than you ever expected, your world shatters.

# - dad lee know -✿-

# - aftercare -✿♥︎- aftercare w fiance lee know

# - the adults are busy -✿♥︎- in which the mornings with Minho can be silly and suggestive all in one. primarily silly.

read other members here !

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my left stroke just went viral! {l.mh}

Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral.

— Rating: E for Explicit

— Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

— Author’s Note: I gave it a funny Kendrick Lamar title but it’s not a crack fic I promise. You can thank (or harass) @hanjibug about this fic bc it’s her fault. This is unedited largely because formatting this motherfucker was a bitch from the tenth ring of hell.

— Warnings; smut, creampie, established relationship, husband!minho, wife!reader, kids (mentioned), pregnancy (mentioned), breeding kink (lowkey), their son is called MJ (but it’s not Minho Jr, his name is Min Joon and he’s 6 [tho that’s irrelevant]), trying to conceive, barely there d/s dynamics, uh…. dirty talk, banter, both Min and reader are desperate babies, oral (f! rec), praise, multiple rounds, short refractory periods, pet names (reader is baby, honey, wife, and one instance of ‘mama) (minho is min and one or two instances of ‘daddy’), and i think that’s all!

“Baby,” Minho calls from the main entry way, “I’m home!”

Silence follows, causing him to furrow his brows as he doffs his shoes and heavy winter attire. Usually you answer right away, even come running into view, but when neither occurs, your husband begins to suspect the worst. In an attempt to quell his growing worry, he calls for you again.

“Baby?” No answer.

He walks further into the home, peering around corners and looking all around for any sight of you. Finding nothing, he treks up the stairs, hoping that you are be in the shower or somewhere that the sound of his voice doesn’t reach.

“Honey? Where are— you?” he chokes the last part of the sentence out, blinking heavily at the sight the greets him the second he turns into the threshold of your shared bedroom.

“Hi, Min,” you purr.

“Hey, Baby,” your husband replies, hands immediately reaching to undo the belt holding his trousers up. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” you lie.

You’re dressed in the same lingerie you wore the night the two of you were wed, sprawled across the bed, illuminated by the deep red of your LED lights. Something is certainly going on and Minho is determined to find out what.

“Baby,” he clucks his tongue, moving to now undo the buttons of his shirt, “Don’t lie to me.”

“Our anniversary —“

“Was two months ago,” he finishes for you, causing you to glare.

“Yes, thank you for that,” you sigh, but you won’t give up that easy. “Anyways, our anniversary was a bust because MJ was sick and this is the first time we’ve had a kid free home since.”

“Yeah,” Minho confirms, eyes glued to your figure.

The lingerie fits you still, even after all these years. Sure, it’s a little tighter is some areas, signifying that you’ve filled out since marrying him. The lacy, white fabric strains around the fullness of your breasts and the strings of the panties dimple the flesh of your hips, but it’s all a non-issue of course. Your body has grown— nourished and housed Minho’s child, given him the second greatest gift he could have ever asked for; he loves you all the same, maybe even more.

“I wanted us to celebrate,” you tell him, shifting atop the sheets. “Maybe,” you pause, looking into his eyes as you feel tendrils of embarrassment lick at your throat.

“Maybe?” Minho parrots, fully slipping out of his shirt. The motion distracts you, and your husband watches you with a poorly hidden smirk as you rub your thighs together. “Maybe, what?”

Your mouth runs dry as your husband slips his pants down his thighs, letting them pool at his ankles before he steps out of them. He stands before you in a state of undress similar to yours, but still you feel shy. Almost like you are seeing him (nearly) bare for the first time instead of the millionth. Minho is built broad and lithe, muscles having softened a bit with age and fatherhood, but still present. He is still firm where you are soft, and you ache to have him on you, in you, so that you may become one.

“Maybe, what, honey?”

Feline eyes glimmer with mischief as he stalks closer, sending your pulse into hyperdrive and your heartbeat into your clitoris. Your husband is so sexy when he’s on the prowl; it strums the chords of the basest, most primal parts of your arousal. You never thought your body would be this in-sync with another human, never imagined feeling the type of pleasure Minho gives you even when he’s not touching you. The lips of your cunt grow heavy, dampening quickly with the essence of your desire. Minho hasn’t touched you once, he’s only just come in contact with the bed, and you are already wet and throbbing.

“Well?”

You gulp, eyelashes fluttering. “Maybe,” you breathe, tracking Minho’s movements. “Maybe we could get to work on MJ’s request for a sibling.”

In a flash, Minho is on the bed and over you, strong body pressing you into the mattress. He’s got tunnel vision, a one-track mind, brain filled with images of you heavy with child. He shudders, cock hard between his thighs at the thought. You’re beautiful now, just as you were when Minho met you, but Minho thinks you’re absolutely stunning while pregnant. His attraction to you intensifies when you are full and round, carrying life — physical proof of his claim — within your womb.

“Is that a yes?” you ask, widening the part of your thighs so your husband can fit between them.

“Of course it’s a yes,” Minho rasps, leaning down to peck your mouth. It morphs into something more hedonistic very quickly, the urgency of Minho’s desire showing through.

“You never have to ask that of me,” he rasps, lips covering the expanse of your throat, “Say the word and I’ll give you as many babies as you desire; I’d keep you pregnant for the next decade if that was your wish.”

“Min,” you whimper, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses down your chest. “You mean that?”

He pauses his descent to look up at you, eyes blackened with his need for you. He kisses the place above the band of your panties, sucking along the skin of your pelvis without averting his gaze. Your pussy is drenched between your legs, swollen despite being untouched. You squirm under the heat of your husband’s gaze, but know better than to urge him on before he is ready.

His fingers curl over the strings of your panties, pulling them away from your skin so he can strip you of them. He still hasn’t answered you but you can wait, especially when it means you’ll be one step closer to having that thick cock filling you to the brim.

“I’d have given our son several siblings already if I’d known you wanted more.”

The words reverberate against your eardrums as Minho wastes no more time before taking your cunt in his mouth. Your slick tastes like ambrosia, warm and tangy on his tongue. Your full-bodied scent fills his nostrils and takes over his senses, immersing him in a haze of want that grows thicker the longer he laps at your cunt.

“Oh,” you moan, slapping the mattress with your palms. “Min, I’m good. Y-You don’t have to— fuck!”

“I need to,” he moans, licking around the engorged flesh of your clit, humming deeply when he feels it pulse against the flat of his tongue.

“Tiny cunt, yeah?” he babbles, hips rocking against the mattress as he drives you closer to the edge. “Little pussy has to be sloppy enough to fit me inside.”

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull with the words your husband voices. You squeeze your thighs against his head, toes slipping along his broad shoulders as you focus on the feeling he’s providing. You whine when you look down only to find him looking at you and you whine even louder when you look beyond his face to see his hips circling on the mattress, a mimicry of the deep grinding he’ll be doing inside your cunt when the time comes.

“Min, d-don’t,” you gasp, grinding your pussy against his face. You feel hot, high on pleasure and need. “Don’t c-come. Fuck me, please? Come inside me.”

“Fuck,” he curses, sucking the fat of your clit into his mouth. His hips grind to a halt as he focuses all his energy on flicking his tongue against your clit. He refuses to waste a single drop of his seed outside of your cunt where it belongs.

“Comin’,” you slur, pulling at your own hair as you lock him between your thighs. “Daddy, comin’!”

He hums deeply, feeling your hole clench and spasm against his chin. Your clit twitches rapidly against his tongue and all he can do is suck lightly and lick at it gently, helping you ride out the wave before he manhandles you onto his dick. He wrings you dry, it feels like, heavy kisses being pressed against your mound as he pulls away.

A few moments pass and you find yourself naked, husband fitted back between your thighs like he never left. Minho’s cock is swollen between his thighs, menacing and arousing at the same time. Arousal drips from the head and onto your cunt as Minho slides it between your folds, rubbing against you to gather wetness to make the stretch easier. Your husband is not a small man by any standard, yet you want every single inch of him anyway.

He’s silent as he presses the tip to your entrance, letting the head slip in and stretch you out before he pulls it back out again. The cycle repeats several times, each one making you gasp and pout, wriggling in disappointment. Your hole feels open now, clamping down on nothing. Your pussy is achingly empty; it needs to be properly filled. Time passes slow as molasses as your husband toys with your cunt. It makes you whiny and impatient, but Minho’s dark stare keeps you docile and compliant.

“S’good for me,” he rumbles, finally— finally sinking into you like you’ve wanted. “My pretty, little wife.”

“A-Ah,” you hiccup, jaw dropped as the press of cock against your walls wrecks your mind.

“Tight,” Minho hums, buried deep. “Warm,” he grins, crowding into your space so that all you see is him. “Perfect.”

If you weren’t flushed with heat before, you would definitely be now. The praise stokes flames in your belly, has you arching your back and tightening around Minho’s cock something fierce. Your dazed brain is trying to come up with words to say back, trying to formulate a thanks. Everything is all jumbled and fuzzy though, scrambling even more when Minho begins to thrust.

“G’na fuck you so good,” he tells you, movements slow and measured. “Keep you on my cock all night, have you comin’ over and over.”

The beginnings of another orgasm begin to well up inside you. Your moans spill out of you in loud, choppy sobs, filling the space around you and Minho. He adds his own rambles and groans, pushing wetness out of your pussy with every thrust of his hips. You come around him messily in near-record time, mumbling your way through it as your pussy milks his cock.

It doesn’t take long for Minho to follow suit, your cunt becoming wetter with your orgasm, hotter and more demanding. He holds you by the chin as he fucks you to his own completion, making sure your eyes stay locked on his as he growls his way through climax. His cum fills you with an added warmth, marking your insides in a way that no man other than your husband ever has.

“Th-Thank y-you,” you slur, insides fervently suckling at your husband’s length, greedy for everything he has to offer. You press at your belly, smiling at him dopily.

Minho feels his cock twitch, clearly interested in round two though it’s only been mere seconds since the end of round one. The two of you are sticky and sweaty, but the slight discomfort of it does nothing to deter his arousal. He’s feels like he’s been drugged, honestly, like someone magically injected Viagra into his veins. One look at your knowing smirk has him rearing back his hips and sliding back into you, not sure if he’s fucking his cum into you or pushing it out of you and not really caring.

“All night,” you coo, just as dazed. Your body works on autopilot, hands pulling at your own legs until you’re spread wide-open, toes curling again Minho’s sides. “You said a-all night.”

His hands soon replace yours in holding your legs in place, allowing you to grasp and pull at him as you please. Your creamy, little cunt spasms and squelches, singing a tune that makes Minho’s dick bob and spurt where he’s buried inside you. Your pussy is so damn good; a hot, little glove that Minho plans to ruin by dawn.

“That’s right, Mama,” he confirms with a nod, reaching to circle your clit with his thumb.

“All damn night.”

© hyungszn 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

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☆°. — 2024; in fics !!

since the year is coming to an end (and spotify wrapped finally came out) i wanted to make a short, personal tumblr wrapped, shouting out my fav fics i've read this year; to both recap AND animate other ppl to read them as well!! it's not a ton, but it's the fics that stayed with me the most <3

one shots

☆ ; 22 strokes ; @cb97percent || MYYY fav piece of short erotic literature this year. i've grown out of reading pure smut/ porn without plot and i get soo bored scrolling the smut tags lately, but god THIS was absolute perfection. personally, for me, good smut is when i'm reading more than just nasty fucking; and this definitely delivered. i also remember the visuals so well, like the first sentence i read i was instantly pulled into the same view i had when i first read it!! 10/10 would reread it a million times and not get bored!!!

☆ ; starry night ; @astraystayyh || AHHHH i remembered the feeling i had while i read this INSTANTLY like it catapulted me right back!!! like this is JUST the romantic shit i LOVE and yearn and long for, and reading it tore my heart APART i loved it so so much omg. i kept remembering this one shot from time to time when i visited museums OR looked at my starry night print above my bed!! i need to reread this fully next time i see a van gogh hehe

☆ ; wherever you are ; @hyunverse || god i remember this hurting me just in the right places and then flicking my heart back again. friends to lovers will always be my fav genre of anything EVER but the little twist added to this made this fic SOOO unique and fun?? like the way it's written in parts i enjoyed SO much, the continuous timeline of them growing up together, the writingggg??? this one shot inspired me to a fic of my own (which i've never finished </3) and i feel like that says enough about how much it affected me 🫶🫶

☆ ; the snow falls apart, we fall apart ; @/astraystayyh || i sobbed over this one. SO so much. the time where 'long for you' came out was so crazy because everyone wrote their hearts out and this was amongst my favourites i've read. the visuals are so impressive because i (once again) remember this one shot so vividly before my inner eye, like i remember laying in bed and reading this, close to tears and everything. the longing and unsureness and the unspoken love in this has haunted me for soooo long it all came right back when i saw this fic in my reblogs. i wanna reread it so bad actually especially since it's getting so cold and grey now 😭

serieses

☆ ; super bored ; @straywrds || okay. OKAY. mari, you're already fucking know what i'm about to say because i am annOYING when it comes to this series; but it is, no lying, the best i have ever read. if this was a full on novel i wouldn't even question it a second, and it would be no doubt one of my favourites. when i scrolled through my reblogs to check what fanfictions had struck with me i already knew super bored would be included because it would have been ILLEGAL not to. it was also the only piece i knew by heart, with no need of rereading a first sentence to remember the feeling i had when i first discovered it; i only need a quick glance at blue hydrangeas and frogs for the feelings to come back. or when i think of paris. or when i listen to this and this song (je l'aime à mourir was my most listened to song this year... like hello). like this piece has struck me SO incredibly deep and i so so hope that you know that!! (i doubt that you don't.... i was and still am in your asks about it like a leech jfjejd) like i truly and genuinely don't believe that there's another reader who loves super bored as much as me, the way my throat formed a clump when i skimmed over the tags i wrote!!! i miss the universe so so much, i hope (without any intended pressure, of course) that you get the time and motivation to finish it at some point, even if it's in 10 years time!!! after yapping so much i wanted to truly thank you for writing and sharing this piece with us; i hold it dear to my heart, every single day <3

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「Inferno」 · Chapter 11

DAY 24: PASSION ⋮ PART 4 ➥ Hyunjin can't tell hell from heaven when he surrenders himself to you.

➥ 1.7k (~7 min. read)

⚠ — Explicit sexual content (see masterlist for more before reading)

Would she like it when she’s conquered by her man?

Yes. Yes, she would.

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「© 2024, cb97percent · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

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Hi can you do a smut/comfort fic abt Chan or Lee know where reader is scared to take off her bra during sex bc she is insecure about having a small chest?

pairing: Minho x fem!Reader

t/w: hurt/comfort ; smut ; fluff ; nipple play ; breasts worship ; piv sex ; oral sex (f!rec) ; body insecurities ; we love all type of tits ; praise ; second time intimacy ; aftercare ; hickeys ; bites ; reader’s ex is an asshole ; dirty talk.

w/c: 3.2k

a/n: always remember, girlies, that Lino is an ass lover (and your tits are as beautiful as his in those pics, whatever size they are) (someone give that man a bra pls).

Closer to you

Mine❤️: Netflix and chill?

You: 9pm at my place?

Mine❤️: Perfect 😉

You both knew it wasn’t really going to be just Netflix and chill.

But at least you can say you tried.

You were 30 minutes into the movie when Minho’s hand started caressing your thigh, slowly moving upward.

By the 40-minute mark, you were kissing, and by 50 minutes, things had heated up. You were straddling his lap, rocking your hips back and forth without a set rhythm, while his strong hands guided your movements, fingers sinking into your skin.

Right now, neither of you even realize the movie is still playing on the TV, too absorbed in each other.

Your boyfriend’s hands roam over your body for the second time, still unfamiliar with the warmth of your soft skin beneath his fingers.

His breath is hot on your neck. You moan softly, arching your back as he kisses you deeply.

His breathing grows heavier as he barely brushes the tips of his fingers along your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your core, still covered by your underwear, that throbs in anticipation— only for him to pull away, denying you his touch.

He sits you on the bed, and you’re facing each other as his wet lips tease the delicate skin of your neck, occasionally sucking gently.

You’re so lost in the feel of his lips and the warmth of his breath on your skin that you don’t even notice his hands wandering along your back— until you hear the click of your bra being unhooked.

You immediately realize, your eyes flying open as you pull away from him. He pauses, confused, while your hands dart to cover the cups of your bra to keep it from slipping off. That’s when he realizes.

“I’m sorry,” he immediately apologizes, instinctively shifting slightly on the bed to put some distance between you. “I should’ve asked you first, I’m sorry.” His eyes avoid meeting yours.

You let out a silent, shaky breath and close your eyes for a moment.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You say in a quiet voice. Part of you wants to do everything to make him feel better; the other part… can’t. You can’t because you can’t take off your bra for him.

But when his eyes meet yours again and then he notices your hands so protectively covering your chest, his expression hardens a little.

Because you’re in an intimate situation together, a moment where you should demonstrate complete trust in each other, yet you don’t seem to trust him enough to fully show your body. And why is that?

He feels guilty for acting before asking, because it’s the second time for him too, and he wants to show you respect every second you’re together and make sure you enjoy everything you do, building a safe space for you. But at the same time, you don’t seem to feel safe with him right now, and that hurts him.

“You don’t want to take it off?” The words come out harsher than he intended.

It’s okay to want to see your girlfriend’s body, right?

“I think it’s sexier this way, you know?” You grin, tentatively pulling down the cups of your padded bra to reveal more skin. “See?” You give him a lustful look, but your gaze falters when you see that he’s not convinced by your words at all.

He tentatively moves closer to you, brushing his hands over your hips ever so gently, as if he’s afraid he might break you into a thousand pieces, his hands trembling slightly. “We can try something like that,” he promises, “But right now, I’d like to see you, to see your beautiful body fully. I want to touch every inch of skin I’m allowed to,” he breathes against your lips. His hands rest on your back near the straps of your bra, touching them gently with his fingers. “Can I?” he whispers, looking into your eyes.

You can’t resist that gaze. You sigh and look away.

“What’s wrong?” He pulls back, already having sensed that something’s off, “You can tell me.”

One thing Minho has learned from your relationship is that communication is key: something you’ve taught him and something you’ve worked on a lot, and it’s in moments like this that he realizes just how important that is.

You take a deep breath. “Can you fasten my bra?” you ask gently. You’d feel more comfortable if it was closed, instead of having to hold it with your hands.

He nods and moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your chest to fasten it, leaning in slightly to get a better view of your back.

You avoid his gaze. “I’m afraid you won’t like them when you see them,” you admit softly, hoping he won’t hear. “I don’t want them to be a turn-off for you.” You say, embarrassed.

“Why would you say that?” he asks, incredulous. “Why would you think I wouldn’t like them?”

If he had something else to add, you don’t let him continue. You let out a frustrated sigh because he just doesn’t get it. “They’re small, Min,” you snap. “All you see is the padding from the bra. There’s nothing underneath.”

Yours is a warning, a question: “Are you really sure you want to see?”

And he’s truly shocked and confused. It’s not because he wants more from you or is unhappy with what you’ve shared— no; he simply didn’t expect it.

Maybe he stays still in his thoughts for a second too long, because your hurt voice snaps him back. “I can always keep the bra on, like I said.”

That’s how you felt with your ex after he complained about “not being able to touch or feel anything” and how “guys like boobs, you know? The bra makes them look bigger at least.”

Your eyes lift to your boyfriend when you hear him sigh in relief. “That’s why you didn’t want to take it off? You had me thinking the worst.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t apologize.” He takes your hands in his in a comforting gesture, “Listen, I don’t care if your breasts are small, big, or even nonexistent— they’re not the only thing that matters,” he declares. “And that goes for any other part of your body. I don’t love you for your body, baby. I love your body because I love you,” he explains. “You never have to be afraid of showing yourself to me for who you are, no matter what. I love and will always love every part of you; never doubt that.”

Tears well up in your eyes, but you hold them back, not wanting to cry in this moment. He smiles at you with eyes full of affection, cupping your cheeks in his hands and tenderly stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs. You place your hands over his. “You mean that? Are you sure?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been.” He chuckles softly.

You nod. “Okay.”

When he kisses you again, it’s initially slow, and you melt into it. It’s so simple, so familiar, but at the same time new. Because this time, there’s that trust you didn’t think you were ready to give him.

And yet, here you are.

Reaching behind you, you unfasten your bra and sit up on your knees. He gently guides you onto his lap. “You do it.” You tell him, and he nods.

His fingers lightly trace your arm, moving up to softly grasp the straps, slowly sliding them down your shoulders.

There’s something so intimate about this —about you finally letting him see all of you, letting him undress you in a way that whispers your complete trust in him— that his cock almost twitches in his pants.

And it actually does twitch when he finally gets to see them. And fuck, he thinks he’s never been more in love with you than he is right now —or more turned on, for that matter.

He stares, admiring them for what feels like an eternity to you. Your cheeks burn as you feel his fingers inching closer. “Can I?” he whispers, his voice a quiet plea hiding a deep need and desperation to touch you.

A simple “yes” is all it takes, and his hands and lips are on you, caressing and kissing every inch of skin as if it’s the last time he’ll ever get to feel you. Yet, he remains gentle, slow, tender.

His tongue brushes your nipple once, and the moan that escapes you has his brain short-circuiting.

He pulls away from you and gently lays you down on the bed, looking at every part of you. Your hands itch with the need to cover yourself, but you keep them in place.

He looks at you with dreamy eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he says, lowering himself onto you and kissing your collarbone. “Stunning,” he kisses the skin just above your nipples. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, you have no idea.”

You place your hands on his muscular chest and slowly slide them down, grazing his nipples with your fingers and touching his abs, caressing the scar he’s so insecure about but that you find hot on his body, tracing his V-line before reaching the erection trapped in his boxers.

“I think I have an idea.” You chuckle, stroking him a couple of times before pulling your hand away.

“Let me show you, so you have more than just an idea, hmm?” His lips curl into a mischievous grin.

“And how would you do that? Tell me.” You tease him.

“Oh?” He’s surprised by your playfulness, but he’d be lying if he said his dick didn’t twitch at that. “I’ll fuck you so that you won’t be able to sit down without thinking about me for a while,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and sensual. “I want to make you lose control on my dick; go so deep that all the bad thoughts leave your beautiful little head, take away all your worries; I want to make you cry.” Your pussy throbs with anticipation.

You weren’t expecting this. Fuck, he sounds like an expert.

“Do it,” you suddenly feel on the verge of begging. “Fuck me, Min.” Your sudden desperation is so embarrassing, but this is the least of your problems right now.

And he doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls your panties off so quickly you fear they might’ve ripped from the hurried motion.

His lips are on yours, filled with desire. His fingers caress your pussy, then slide two fingers from your clit down to your entrance, where he teases you a little before inserting one finger. He moans into your mouth when he feels how already stretched you are.

“I fingered myself this afternoon,” you admit shyly, “I’m stretched enough for you. Come on, Min— put it in.” You beg.

Minho thinks he’s about to lose the last bit of control he has left. He desperately wants to ask you to explain in detail how you do it, what you think about while doing it, to show him; but right now, you’re both far too impatient.

‘Another time’, he thinks.

His cock slowly enters you, drawing a long, stifled moan from both of you, and Minho has to fight the urge to move to give you a little time to adjust to the intrusion. But you don’t need that.

“You can— you can move. I’m ready. Please.” You beg, your breath heavy, but he needs to check on you a bit more before actually starting to move.

His moans are perhaps louder than yours at first, his cock continuously twitching as it bottoms out completely, before thrusting back in quickly.

Your breathing is heavy. His thrusts aren’t too fast or hard; they feel more controlled, and you love it.

“D-does it feel good?” Minho asks, maybe a little shyly, and you smile and nod.

One of your hands reaches for his next to your head, and you wrap your fingers around his wrist. “Yes, feels good.” You sigh.

He seems relieved by your answer, and you find it so sweet. He has opened up to you before, telling you he didn’t want to disappoint you in bed, but you reassured him it wouldn’t happen. And right now, you’re more sure than ever of your words.

His hand intertwines with yours, which was softly gripping his wrist, and his hips begin to pick up speed.

His eyes are fixed lovingly on yours, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of looking away. He wants to capture every single expression of pleasure on your face and etch them into his memory. You’re just so beautiful.

“Your body is like… anatomically perfect.” It takes him a few seconds to realize what he just said, and when he does, his hips freeze. His face flushes even redder, and he hides his face against your chest. Where did that even come from?

There’s a brief silence, making him want to pull away and run, but then you giggle softly and look at him with tenderness. “Thank you?” It comes out sounding more like a question.

You bring your free hand to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and lifting his face before pulling it closer to yours, making your lips connect.

It’s sweet, as he kisses you shyly while your hand strokes his hair. This seems to make him feel better, because shortly after, his shyness fades, and his tongue enters your mouth, eager.

His hips start moving again, this time faster and needier.

His lips pull away from yours and begin kissing along your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him more room, and he takes a patch of skin into his mouth to suck. Small moans escape your lips and your pussy tightens around his dick, making him moan in return.

He glances at the mark he just left and smirks, giving it one last kiss that makes you hiss.

He then starts kissing your chest. He kisses the skin of your tits, deliberately avoiding your nipples, kissing and licking around them, brushing the spot where you want him the most. Your breath hitches every time he gets close to your buds.

“Min.” You breathe through your teeth, and finally, Minho decides to please you, wrapping his lips around your hard nipple. He sucks eagerly, moving his tongue back and forth quickly. He pulls his lips away, gives it a fat lick, and sucks on it for just a second.

You tighten your grip in his hair.

Minho gasps, “Wan’ to mark them.” He says, groans.

“Do it.” Your words draw a strangled moan from him. “D-do it, Min.”

That shatters the last bit of composure he had left. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder hard, drawing a little blood, and then moves to your breast.

He wraps his lips around a nipple, but this time, he bites down on the skin around it, leaving the mark of his teeth —his presence— and sucks on several patches of skin around it, leaving purple bruises that make you fucking cry out in pleasure.

You’ve never been touched in that part of your body this way, not even by yourself. Minho is the first to have the honor of touching you, feeling you in his hands and mouth, and it’s the thought of that that suddenly brings him very close to his climax.

Minho hides his face in the crook of your neck. “God, your pussy’s so tight ‘n wet.”

You feel his heavy, warm breath against your skin, his mind now focused solely on the sensation of your wet, welcoming cunt.

“Baby,” he calls you, his voice strained.

“Yes?” You breathe.

“I’m going to come.” It’s so cute, really, the way he says it— a sweet, trembling whisper. He’s a little embarrassed and sorry he can’t make you come first, but you’ve already reassured him that it’s okay.

“It’s okay, baby, go ahead.” Your eyes narrow, and you moan as his movements grow faster and harder inside you. You feel his gasps and moans directly in your ear, absorbing every sound.

When you feel his movements becoming sloppier, you know he’s seconds away from coming, so you clench around him on purpose, and he spills with a strangled groan.

It takes him a couple of minutes to recover, leaning on you while trying to steady his breath. You stroke his back and whisper words of praise in his ear until he finds the strength to lift himself back up.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You didn’t come.” He explains.

“It’s okay, Min, really—” you don’t even have time to finish before he moves down, positioning his face above your heat, his hungry eyes locked on it before shifting back to you with the same intense gaze.

“My girl will come, whether it’s on my dick or my tongue.” He proceeds to give a long lick from your dripping entrance all the way to the tip of your core.

You hide your burning face behind your hands. “Min!” You scold him, embarrassed by his words now that they’re said outside the heat of the moment.

He chuckles softly as he spreads your legs wide with his hands.

Just a few minutes later, your hands grip his hair as you ride your high on his tongue, moaning without worrying about who might hear you.

After wiping his face clean of your juices and doing his best to clean you up with wet wipes, he climbs into bed to hold you, intertwining his legs with yours.

“How do you feel?” he asks, gently caressing your arm.

“Good,” you reply, content and satisfied.

“Sorry for the bites,” he says, apologetic, looking at the mark he left on your shoulder, where tiny drops of blood are visible. “I didn’t realize I was hurting you like that.” You can hear the pout in his voice.

“It’s okay, it didn’t hurt,” you giggle. “I actually liked it. I’m fine.” He nods, relieved by your words. “I’m just a little sleepy.” You murmur, your voice thick with drowsiness, feeling your eyes close despite your will.

Your boyfriend gets up so quickly that you immediately open your eyes again. “No, it’s not time to sleep yet.” He lifts you and sits you on the edge of the bed.

“Min, come on!” you protest, but he simply hands you a water bottle from the nightstand.

“You need to drink, pee, and then we have to shower.”

After you finish drinking, you close the bottle and fall back onto the bed. “Tomorrow!” You close your eyes in protest. But he scoops you up bridal style, making you open your eyes and cling to him as he carries you to the bathroom.

You huff and pout, but he chuckles and gives you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting you on the toilet.

“This is embarrassing.” You mutter as he turns on the hot water in the shower.

“It doesn’t have to be, my love,” he winks at you before stepping out, and you stick your tongue out at him once he can no longer see you. “I’m getting some ice for the bites. When I come back, I want to see you in the shower!”

And you just know that you already love him so much.

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「No Holds Barred」 · Sample Story

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➥ Guard!Chris x Warden!Reader (f) — 1.7k (~7 min. read)

➥ Prison AU, Noir, Dark Romance

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“Can I come in?” I poke my head through the door.

You take one look at me, then beckon me over without a word. I sit down on the uncomfortable chair in front of your desk. You are clearly stressed—must be all the hassle about the transfers from Knockville Federal. Maybe I didn’t exactly pick the right time for a request. 

But this kinda can’t wait.

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「I Love You, Man」

➥ Neighbor/Single Dad!Jisung x Single Mom!Reader (f) — 2.7k (~11 min. read)

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➥ He is your neighbor and best friend, but maybe you should have been something else all along.

“Shut the fuck up!” you wheezed your lungs out, smacking your thighs while trying to keep the wine glass steady in your hand, “I’m going to soil myself!”

“Good, better out than in. I’m hard at work for your urinary tract health here, man,” he responded seriously, then raised his glass for a toast, “Happy divorciversary.” 

As your laughter died down, your mind wandered, and the past couple of years suddenly flashed before your eyes. 

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♡Dark Cinema - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: bf! Minho x fem! reader

summary:Your boyfriend has been so busy lately. It will be nice to spend some quiet time alone in a dark theater together. And you know that Minho has a difficult time keeping his hands to himself.

warnings: exhibitionism, humiliation, fingering, dom! Minho, orgasms, squirting

“Movie night!” You tugged at Minho's shirt as the two of you walked into the crowded movie theater together.

Friday nights were always busy, but with the new Deadpool & Wolverine out, people were flocking to the theater in mob-sized groups. Minho stepped to the counter and bought your tickets. He bought popcorn and your favorite candy without even a second thought. You had long ago established that there were certain food groups that were absolutely necessary to consume during a movie, to this rule there could be no argument. So Minho had learned about the salty/sweet combination and never questioned you again.

Your seats were towards the middle so you could get the best view of the film. There was no one beside either one of you, but there were a few couples in front and behind you. You half expected Minho to pick seats more towards the back of the theater to give the two of you more privacy. You turned towards him before the lights went down and leaned into his ear.

“Thank you for this. I love you.” Your voice was soft and warm against Minho's ear. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine.

He groaned low and you leaned back to face the screen. He replied with a simple, “I love you too.” What he really wanted to say was,

I want to kiss you.

I want to taste you.

I want to make you moan.

I want to feel you squeeze around me.

Minho was desperate. He had been working like a dog for weeks. Every night he got home, you were already asleep. He could feel the blood pumping to his dick every time he looked at you. He needed to have you. Now. He couldn't take it anymore. He started to squeeze your thigh, slowly moving it up towards your most sensitive spots.

“Don't be too loud, princess. We don't want to interrupt the movie for everyone else, do we?” Minho's voice was thick with desire. His hands moved and swayed across the lining of your cotton panties.

You held your breath and tried to keep your whimpers low. The cushion of the movie theater seat was almost pulling you in as you pressed your back hard against it. Minho knew exactly what he was capable of. He loved to see you squirm like this. Like a little bunny with its legs caught in a trap. His breath was coming out in short and uneven huffs as he moved closer to your ear.

That's it, let's see how ready you are for me, princess.” Minho's long, slender middle finger slid beneath the hem of your underwear to the slick folds underneath. His finger dipped inside for a moment, bringing back a long, sticky string of juices to your clit. His index finger joined in on the fun and began to touch and incite along your swollen bud. Your legs squeezed together while you held your breath tight inside your throat. Your mouth was pressed firmly closed. You knew if you parted your lips for even just a second, a desperate, needy little noise would hiss past your teeth and out into the room. Movie goers would hear of the disgusting, perverted woman that moaned and whined inside a theater.

Minho's fingers continued to swirl and move around and inside your cunt. The juices now abundance and spread across your clit. He leaned his head into your neck, mercilessly licking and nibbling your neck until you had no choice but to whimper softly. Some small squeaks of pleading and begging poured from your wet mouth as you dug your fingers into the armrest of the chair.

“Please, Minho…” was all you could muster as your boyfriend's fingers continued to slip and glide in and out of you.

“Please what? Use your words.” Minho let out a soft, taunting chuckle.

Every ounce of your being was screaming and clawing and begging for release. And Minho knew it. He could see it in your twisted expression just how close to the edge you were. He knew exactly how to make you come undone. Like a careful safe cracker, turning the dial a little this way, then a little that way. Until the door swings wide open, revealing the treasure inside.

Minho flexed the muscle in his forearm and allowed his fingers to slide deep into your walls. You clenched around him with a pathetic pull until he was knuckle deep. A possessive pace began as his middle and index finger worked in tandem, hooking their way up towards your belly button and hitting that perfect point that made the sparks in your brain flicker on and off and on again.

He wanted to see what kind of mess you could make in front of all these people, his little princess, his good girl. He wanted to know how unraveled you could get for him. You pressed your hand against your mouth and cried into your palm. Something unholy was happening between your legs and you needed to climb to the top of this ungodly mountain to see what lay on the other side.

“Fuck!” You moaned out loud, in between a car chase scene. The cars on the screen flipped and crumpled onto the unforgiving pavement, while your orgasm seeped and streamed out of you leaving you a limp and boneless mess.

Minho smiled proudly, sliding his fingers from inside your panties and into your mouth. Your mind was so fuzzy and distracted you didn't even fight it, with Minho's soaked fingers dancing along your tongue.

“You taste so good, don't you?”

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Mine

MDNI - See Author's Note for background info.

Pairing: bf!Minho x f!reader Content: fluff, smut Word count: 1.4k - unedited TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, pet names [reader is called kitten, baby, jagi, princess, whore], oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, Daddy kink, choking, creampie, praise/degradation (whore, slut)

Soft morning light filters in through the sheer curtains when you wake up, casting faint shadows on the plush duvet under your hand, spilling over the ball of whiskers and fur curled up against your wrist. Blinking to hydrate your bleary eyes, your hand moves to lay on the tawny fur, smiling into your pillow when the cat trills in response. You stroke down her fur, rubbing the tender patch between her ear and eye in the way she loves, closing your eyes when she starts to purr.

The bed shifts behind you, and a hand settles on your hip. Your boyfriend’s chin nestles onto your shoulder with a faint hum. “Wh’ time ‘s it?” Minho mumbles.

You twist your head to press a soft kiss to his temple. “Not sure. Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm. Can’t do that.” His hand moves from your hip towards the cat, and you watch the feline shift, stretching up to meet the hand with a big head bump. “Heard Miso’s activation noise.”

A soft laugh snorts out of you. “That woke you up? God, you really are the Cat Daddy.”

Minho lifts his chin enough to bite your shoulder, causing you to giggle. “I do have a weakness for whiny kittens.” He teases, tone thick with double meaning. You shift, turning onto your back to face him better. His hand stays buried in Miso’s fur.

“Lee Minho, are you calling me whiny?” Your brow ticks up, and a smile tugs at his mouth despite his eyes remaining on the cat.

“I would never.”

You narrow your eyes at him, smiling despite yourself, and bring your hand to tuck some hair behind his ear. “How was your flight?”

“Long.”

“Yeah? What time did you get in last night?”

“Late. Yongbok tried to get me to stay at the dorm, but I missed you and Miso too much to wait ‘til morning.” Minho ducks his head to kiss your exposed abdomen where your shirt had ridden up when you moved. “I was glad you didn’t stay up to wait for me.”

Cupping the back of his neck, your fingers twirl in the long edges of his hair. “I tried to, but it seems that all those times you told me not to wait up must’ve conditioned me. I fell asleep faster than I expected.”

He turns his head, finally meeting your eyes. Your hand falls to his cheek with the movement, and your breath hitches. The familiar thrill of his gaze zips up your spine like a lightning bolt. “Good.” 

Minho shifts, pushing off the bed to bring his face up to yours for a smoldering kiss. Your hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer in spite of the way he holds his weight off of you with his elbows bracketing your head. He groans when your legs wrap around him, grinding your core against his growing erection.

“Baby,” you whine into his mouth, hands scrambling to rid you both of your clothes, desperate to touch him, to feel him after so many long, lonely weeks without him. “Need you.”

Minho disconnects from your mouth long enough to rip off his shirt, and then his lips are back on your skin, traveling down your throat to your neck and collarbones. His hands find yours, helping you shove down your shorts and underwear as he shifts off of you far enough to get them off of your ankles.

“Missed you so bad, Kitten,” he murmurs into your jaw as he makes his way back to your mouth. His fingers trail over your core, hips bucking when he grazes sensitive skin.

“I missed you more, my love.” He slips a finger into you, groaning into your mouth at the sensation. A wanton moan spills from you as he curls the finger, finding your g-spot instantly. “Fuck, how- nngh.”

Minho swipes his tongue over yours, rendering you silent, before slipping a second finger in to join the first. You buck up into his hand, desperate for more, but he presses you down with the heel of his hand against your pubic bone, despite the fingers uncurling and curling inside you. “Needy little girl. Be patient,” he hisses, sinking his teeth into your cheek in admonishment and growling faintly. You let out a faint whine but still your body. He releases you, pressing a soft kiss to the bitten flesh. “Behave.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You choke out breathily.

Minho sits back on his haunches, a brow raised as he watches you writhe around his taunting fingers. “Is that what you need, princess? You need your Daddy to take care of you?” He cocks his head, waiting for an answer despite how he knows your head has already begun to empty of coherent thoughts. “Are you already too far gone to answer?”

You shake your head, biting your lip when he adds a third finger. “N-no, I’m here, I’m-”

Your back arches off the bed with a loud moan, and he slaps his free hand over your mouth, dropping low to speak in your ear. “I thought I told you to behave, Kitten. Hmm?” His hair falls onto your face, tickling your forehead over your brows, furrowed tight with the effort not to cry out behind his hand. His head rears back enough to watch your eyes, a smug grin spreading when he sees your expression. “Yeah, just like that, baby. There’s my good girl.”

Your orgasm crashes over you, sending you spiraling into the abyss of pleasure named Minho. His fingers continue their onslaught, hooked upward like a command, as your body continues to climb further and further towards the heavens. You distantly register the hand over your mouth moving down to your nipple, and when he pinches the bud between his thumb and forefinger, the sharp cry of delight that rips from your chest has him growling.

“I need to be inside you, right. fucking. now.”

His fingers withdraw from your body, leaving you whimpering, and he coos at you. “Shh, it’s okay my love, let me just get naked for you.”

It doesn’t take him long to strip off his soft pajama pants and the printed ‘You’ve Got to be Kitten Me’ t-shirt you bought him on your last trip to the States. Then he’s lining himself up and sliding into your wet warmth with a low moan.

“God, princess. Fuck.” He kisses your temple when you whine, the pressure of his cock stretching you open again after so many weeks without it. Once he bottoms out, your breath hitches and he pauses, dipping down to kiss you sweetly.

“Daddy,” you murmur into his mouth, fighting the tongue that flicks over yours. “Daddy, please. Fuck me.”

Begging has always been his weakness, so he pushes up, eyes crazed as he gazes down at you and slowly rocks his hips back. Minho slams forward, driving himself back into you, punching a gasp out of you, repeating the slow withdrawal and the quick thrust back over and over and over.

“Is that what you wanted, baby? Just wanted to be my sweet little whore again?” His voice is broken by the force of his body bullying its way into yours, the way his hand comes up to force one of your knees up to your chest.

“Ye-yes, fuck, yes Minho, please.”

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for now. Minho doesn’t seem to care, his mouth curling wide.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl, hmm?” His hand moves back up, wrapping around your throat. Your walls clench involuntarily at the weight of it. “My needy slut.”

“Yours.”

He snarls at that, dipping forward to loom over your face as his hips set a more punishing pace. Your eyes roll backward, feeling the crescendo of another orgasm building. 

“Mine. Always mine.” His teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, just below his thumb, and it’s enough to trigger your climax. White hot light flashes behind your eyes, sending currents down your body as you moan his name. Distantly, you hear him swear, his body seizing as his head drops to your shoulder.

The hand at your throat loosens, and slowly, your mind floats back into your body.

Minho is collapsed on top of you, pressing soft kisses to the skin over your clavicle when you feel coherent enough to speak.

“Holy shit. Welcome home, I guess.”

The warmth of his laughter fans out over your throat. “Mhmm. Missed you.”

You bring a hand up to thread into his hair. “Missed you more.”

xx

Author's Note: Dedicating this to my lovely girlfriend BunBun. She's a Lino girlie and has recently gotten into reading fic, so I wanted to write her something that would make her toes curl. Did I achieve that, babydoll? :P I hope everyone else enjoyed my glorified love letter first actual Minho drabble! xx Minty

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a lullaby on his throat | series masterlist

hyunjin x reader (afab), hyunjin x felix (as past lovers) ; genre: mythology au, romance, smut. This work is 18+, minors DNI.

summary: a demigod is sent to the mortal plane by his god of a father as a punishment

warnings: angst ; hurt/comfort ; longing ; smut ; themes of unrequited feelings. ; themes of difficult relationships w/ parents ; mentions of past failed romantic relationships ; mutual pining ; strangers to lovers — the mythology represented in this story is a creation, although inspired by greek & other mythologies.

You met his gaze, intrigued. His eyes were bright, of a color you couldn’t quite put into words—you were a scholar but you were not a poet and the mere words hazel brown simply didn’t describe them. His eyes, it seemed, held whole entire worlds inside of them.

— Part one: sunlight/shooting star — Part two: gyokuro green tea — Part three: a murmuration of starlings — Part four: run along with the gods [to be released] — Part five: a lullaby on his throat [to be released]

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a million little stars

snippets of your relationship with minho. tooth-rooting fluff. they’re so in love your honor!!!!!!!!! (minho is drunk in two scenes but HE’S ADORABLE)

this is for my baby @rachalixie,,, happy (very late) birthday my star HOW LUCKY I AM TO KNOW YOU 😭

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Your hands tremble like autumn leaves as you press them to Minho’s cheeks. His eyes are glossed over as if dipped into resin, his face flushed like hibiscus petals. You're unsure if it’s from the cold or the three bottles of soju before him.

“What are you doing? Are you okay?” you quickly ask, pulling the chair in front of him. The grocery store’s light reflects off his face, red and blue dancing across his pupils like flames in a fireplace.

A lazy smile forms on his lips as he blinks at the sound of your voice. Your name escapes his lips faintly, as if he’s in awe over the fact that you’re really there.

“Don’t we have classes tomorrow? And you have dance practice too. Why are you getting so drunk?” you chastise, pulling the bottle from his grasp. He lets you, laying his cheek on his arm, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Minho? Won’t you answer me?” you giggle slightly, and he blinks, the grin spreading across his face like sun rays stretching across the sky.

“Did I think of you so much you suddenly appeared in front of me?” he whispers, and your heart thrashes around your ribcage only to plummet to your knees.

You met Minho in one of your psychology classes, and then at the grocery store near your home. That’s how you found out you live only three minutes apart. Minho started walking you home after class, and you attended his dance practices in return. That’s how your crush came to life.

An unrequited love, you long thought.

Now, not so much. You dare hope.

“You think of me?” you whisper, and he nods, his lips forming into a huge pout. Your eyes soften like clay at the sight.

You didn’t know Minho became this adorable when drunk. Truthfully, there are lots of things you still don’t know about him, though your infatuation feels as if it has inhabited your soul for years.

“Ah, Yn-aaah,” he suddenly drawls out, grabbing the end of your chair and pulling you closer. He does it so effortlessly it leaves you dizzy for a few seconds.

“Why are you sooo pretty, huh?” he mumbles, placing his chin on his palm.

“You’re drunk. I look like a mess right now,” you shake your head slightly, your blush now mirroring his.

“No, no, no,” he contradicts vehemently. You blink, and his face is suddenly inches away from yours. “See, your eyes… your nose…” His finger traces your features as he names them. “Your cheeks… and your lips.” His thumb grazes your lower lip, and suddenly, you’re the one who’s drunk off of his touch.

He brightens up, dropping his hand and placing his forehead on the table. “Pretty, so so pretty.”

…

“And then you kept mumbling about how pretty I am till I got you to your dorm,” you giggle, and Minho huffs slightly. He’s acting cool, but his ears betray him, turning a scorching red as you recount the night you found him drunk and alone, two months ago.

“I mean, did I lie? You are pretty,” he mumbles through a pout, one that you quickly kiss away. His lips taste of sugar and love— you dare to hope the grand feeling is reciprocated.

“You also kept yelling my name so loud that someone looked out of their window—” He silences you now, your lips struggling to meet as a fit of giggles overtakes you.

“Shh, let me kiss you,” he smiles against your lips, and you nod, sliding your hand across his jaw. His fingers graze your arm as your mouths meet again and again, and soon you’re no longer sure how much time has passed since you last spoke.

He breaks away first, the tip of his nose grazing your cheek. He brings you onto his lap, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your apartment is quiet for a little while, the only sound being your synced breathing.

It’s so comforting to be in his hold, to feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, his perfume cocooning your soul. You’ve liked Minho for so long that getting to embrace him still feels like a dream, even after two months of dating.

“I love you,” he suddenly whispers, and a rush of adrenaline courses through your veins at his words, butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach at how gentle he sounds.

“What?” you pull away slightly, finding him blinking furiously, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

“I love you,” he repeats, slightly louder this time, his hands cupping your cheeks securely, safely. “I really love you.”

You feel as if the entire universe is suddenly singing within your heart.

…

“Minho,” you whine slightly, trying to shake him off, but he doesn’t budge.

“Baby, I really have to pee,” you chuckle, but he shakes his head, pushing his entire weight atop you.

“Warm,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, because you’re suffocating me.”

“So my love is suffocating?” he scoffs loudly, pushing himself off you. “Do you hear that, Soonie?” he turns to the orange cat near your head. “Can you believe it?”

“If Soonie could speak, she’d complain about your sleep-talking,” you joke, placing a quick peck on the tip of his nose. It was one of Minho’s most endearing traits, one that you discovered since you moved in together, a few weeks ago.

“You have two minutes,” he narrows his eyes at you, “or else I’ll terrorize you while you pee.”

“You’re crazy,” you shake your head, but your smile says otherwise. It warms your heart to think that someone loves your presence so much that they’d come to crave it first thing in the morning.

You’re back in bed exactly one minute and forty-seven seconds later (courtesy of Minho’s counting). He’s quick to wrap you in his arms, your back nestled perfectly against his chest.

“You smell good,” you compliment, placing tiny kisses on the arm wrapped around your middle. You grin, recognizing hints of your soap. You smile wider when you spot goosebumps raising across his skin.

“So do you,” he mumbles into your hair. It’s the last you both speak for a few minutes. The only sounds in the room are Soonie’s occasional tired mewls and the curtains swaying before the open window.

Sounds of home.

“Honey,” Minho suddenly calls out, and you open your eyes to find a dainty necklace dangling before you. The initial M reflects the filtering sunlight.

“I’m a bit possessive,” he says, placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder. “Need everyone to know you are mine.”

“You’re very cute,” you smile softly, brushing your hair away from your shoulder. His lips graze your bare skin as he clasps the necklace in place.

“It looks good on you,” he compliments, spinning you around to look at you. “Thank you for giving me a home,” he whispers, before scattering kisses along your collarbone— they remind you of dewdrops falling atop petals at dawn, eager to reunite after a long night apart.

…

“Thank you for coming,” Chan smiles sheepishly as you stand before their table. You quickly give him a side-hug before kneeling in front of Minho.

“Is he okay?” you ask worriedly, rubbing warmth into his hands. Chan shakes his head, placing his jacket over Minho’s shoulders.

“Yeah, he just didn’t want to get into the car. He kept asking for you.”

“He’s very strong even when he’s drunk,” you giggle knowingly, memories of four years past surfacing. Back when Minho was just a crush who called you pretty while drunk.

Now he’s everything to you.

“I’ll be in the car. Just convince him to get in, please,” Chan whines, and you chuckle, sending him a thumbs-up.

“Baby,” you whisper, grazing Minho’s cheeks with your knuckles. His eyes, still glossy, peer at you, a million little stars finding refuge within their depths.

“I want Yn,” he mumbles, closing his eyes again.

“Honey, I’m Yn,” you explain while laughing, peering at him from underneath. He squints one eye at you, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Fine,” he stands up suddenly, tripping on his own two feet. You quickly hold him as his forehead rests atop your shoulder.

“Yn… I’m hiding something from my girlfriend,” he whispers, attempts to, in his drunken state. Your heart catches in your chest as you tread carefully, running your fingers through his hair.

“What is it, baby?” you ask.

“I will propose to her next week.”

“Oh,” you gasp softly, your hold on him growing limp. “Will you?”

“Yes, but it’s a secret,” he brings his finger to his lips, making a shushing motion. “Don’t tell anyone.”

You break out in loud giggles. Chan sends you a quizzical look when he spots the radiant smile across your lips— it’s only a reflection of the sun that has lodged itself into your heart.

Minho lays his head atop your lap on the drive back home. Your soul exhales in content as you gaze at your pretty Minho, your lovely Minho.

“Baby,” you whisper in his ear. He hums sweetly in response.

“Can I tell you a secret in return?” you ask and he nods eagerly. “Your girlfriend will say yes. And she loves you” sudden tears of gratitude well in your eyes, “more than she could ever express.”

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part 1 - prince fucking charming

caffe latte

hongjoong x reader

genre : smau, slice of life au, strangers to lovers, coffee shop au, college au, slow burn fs, tinder date, humor, fluff, angst

warnings : swearing, lying

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synopsis

⤷ with school back in session, hongjoong thought he could finally distract himself with homework instead of his coupled up friends. however, things took a turn when he reluctantly agreed to go on a tinder date his friends set up.