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bookofbonbon · 11 months ago

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christmas kiss - coriolanus snow.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader.

Summary: A drunken Coriolanus has a particular Christmas gift request of you on Christmas day.

Word Count: 1.3k+.

A/N: Merry Christmas! Just a bit of light-hearted fun. No hidden or dark motives. Technically based within the "You Keep Him There" universe because it was easier to just take the background from there but, it's during their first year together and she's still very much in conflict with her own feelings.

Coriolanus Snow is drunk.

Drunk and clingy.

It’s simultaneously endearing and disturbing. Endearing because you think there is a certain cuteness about him when he’s drunk; disturbing because it makes you think there is a certain cuteness about him and as far as you were concerned, cuteness and Coriolanus simply did not belong in the same sentence together.

It makes you dislike him more - more so, when he insists on squashing himself in between you and the couch’s armrest despite there being room for an entire other body beside you - on the other half of the couch.

Drunk and clingy.

“I think that was a rather successful first Christmas gala, don't you?” he smiles, completely ignoring the fact that he’s half on top of you.

“I suppose,” you grunt, pulling yourself out from under him and standing.

It was time for bed.

“Wait- where are you going?”

He follows you like a lost puppy.

“To bed, Coriolanus,” you tell him stiffly. “It’s almost midnight.”

You don’t wait for his response. Climbing the stairs two at a time, you don’t bother to look back at him or say good night, instead making haste for your bedroom, your safe haven.

You couldn’t do drunk Coriolanus Snow. You didn’t like his vulnerability or sweetness, his wide eyes and handsome smiles, his easy laugh and pink tinged cheeks. There was no room in your heart to like him and that is exactly what drunk Coriolanus could do, make you like him.

You feel yourself immediately calm once you enter your bedroom - thankful that the two of you agreed that the separation of sleeping spaces would be for the better - however, when you turn he’s standing at your door.

When the hell did he get there?

As if he can hear your thoughts, he says, “the elevator is faster than the stairs.”

You make an ‘O’ with your mouth - of course it was. It had just been put in a couple of days ago, you’d completely forgotten that it was there.

“Right, well.” you compose yourself. “Goodnight, Coriolanus.”

“Wait, no-”

His hand blocks your door before you can close it, an exasperated look on his face and you’re sure, on yours too.

“Coriolan-”

A loud groan emanates from deep within his throat - you back away in caution, he better not throw up on your bedroom floor - followed by an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“Coriolanus, coriolanus,” he mocks, pulling a face. “You know you don’t have to use my full name every time.”

“Fine, Coco,” you smile, saccharinely.

“What? No! What the hell is Coco?”

“What? Yes! You’re what the hell is Coco” you mock him this time. “What do you want, Coco?”

“Don’t call-” he pauses, thinking for a moment “We’ll discuss that name later, right now I want to discuss my Christmas present with you.”

“What?” you almost laugh disbelievingly.

“No. Christmas presents are not up for discussion. I buy you something, you buy me something and either we like it or we don't and if we don’t then we pretend that we do,” you dismiss him and go to close the door again but it's blocked - by his foot this time- again.

“I want you to kiss me.”

This time you do laugh.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” he folds his arms stubbornly. “I don’t want whatever’s wrapped under that god awful green tree downstairs, I want you to-”

“I kiss you all the time,” you snap.

“No, I kiss you all the time. You never kiss me.”

“I kiss you back.”

“But you don't initiate, you never do” he practically whines. You're surprised he doesn’t stomp his foot too.

“And what makes you think I’m going to start now?”

You could, you absolutely could but, why give him the satisfaction?

“Why not? It’s Christmas, spirit of giving and all that and I want you to give-”

“Fine,” you cut him off. Needing him to stop talking so, you could think - cogs turning in your head.

“Fine?”

"Just a kiss, right? That's all?"

"Just a kiss, that's all," he confirms.

It’s not as if you’d never initiated a kiss with him on purpose, you just weren’t in the business of making first moves when it came to him. It didn't bother you to kiss him - you just didn't know if it was something he wanted. It was impossible to tell, not when he acted one way in public, another in private and another… when drunk.

“But, if we’re making Christmas gift requests then you have to ask me sober,” you negotiate.

“What?” his face blanches, as if he’s seen a ghost. “That’s not fair, it’s Christmas now.”

“It’s Christmas now and Boxing Day tomorrow, when presents are actually exchanged so, if you want your kiss, you have to ask me tomorrow-”

He begins to grumble, “Whatever. There’s only five minutes anyway left till Bo-”

“And sober! You will not be sober in five minutes!” you speak over the top of him. “Now… I’m going to bed and so should you.”

You finally close the door.

You go about your morning routine as usual, Coriolanus nowhere to be seen- not even as afternoon approached and you readied yourself for lunch with your mother’s side of the family.

Perhaps he’d dug himself a grave and instead, went to bed there, out of embarrassment. You breathe a laugh at the thought.

Gathering your things, your sensible heels click against the marble floors as you make for the front doors - an avox helping you into your coat and then opening the door for you.

You clear the landing - and almost forget about the stairs - when the undeniably alive voice of Coriolanus calls out to you as you finish descending the several steps.

He’s dressed for gardening, having obviously been in the greenhouse with his roses this entire time - not the type of gardening you were hoping he was doing.

“Leaving so soon?”

He looks at you with a lopsided grin, not a hint of hangover in the air - probably a result of one of those little experimental concoctions he’s always working on - as he walks toward you, pulling his gardening gloves off and handing them to a nearby avox.

“Not so soon, it’s midday…” you trail off.

He’s close, too close, he smells like roses and dirt - it makes your stomach flip because of butterflies or because you’ll be sick, you don’t know.

“I believe you owe me something.”

“I thought you wouldn’t have remembered, you were very drunk last night.”

“You thought wrong.”

He smiles handsomely, like one of his drunken ones-

“Are you still drunk?”

He laughs, the sound is stupid.

“No, very much sober as were the conditions.”

"You still need to ask."

"For Christmas," he says slowly. "I want you to kiss me."

“Okay,” you shrug and step closer to him.

You can see the way it confuses him but, you don’t let him dwell on it. Placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself, your breaths intermingle as you bring your lips closer to his. There's a searing heat on the small of your back as he pushes you closer to him - if he presses you any closer, you think the two of you might become one. You brush your nose affectionately against his, feel his heartbeat heavy beneath your hand and at the last minute, you veer to the left and press a kiss to his cheek.

Pulling back quickly, you step out of his reach, leaving him a floundering mess as he comes to terms with what you had just done.

After a minute, he says “that was not the deal!”

Offended and perplexed but, even you can see the hint of a smile on his face.

“It wasn’t not the deal. You said a kiss, you never said where,” you laugh, walking backwards to the car and getting in.

“Details, dear Coco, it’s all in the details!”

You don't hear him laugh but you can see his body shake with it.

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withleeknow · 5 months ago

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wishful thinking. (07)

chapter seven: built to break

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut; the gorlies are fighting...?, not much for warnings in this chapter ig word count: 4.3k note: i finally got off my ass and wt is finally back lol. i had a last minute change of plans and thought "oh! you know what would be pretty neat? if we prolong the angst so everyone can be sad for longer!" <3 and this is how i announce that the next chapter is not wt8 but wt7.5 and it's written from his pov <3 merry christmas

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I’ll hold my breath as I wait for your answer I’ll leave it up to you Tell me whether it’s yes or no Baby, love me or leave me tonight

Love Me or Leave Me - Day6

The warning signs, they're there. You can see them before they materialize. You know your own tells.

Your metaphorical bags are packed, your shoes are already on. You're about to run again, leave a half empty house before it has the chance to become a home. No one has to tell you that you're a flight risk; you're well aware of it yourself.

Wednesday Min: got plans tonight? You: booked and busy with ze old canvas Min: tomorrow? You: same thing probably. sorry Min: u're working hard lately You: yeah this one is just driving me crazy and i need it to turn out decent Min: it'll be perfect. it's u

Thursday Min: running errands at the store Min: want me to bring u anything? that caramel popcorn u like?

Friday Min: don't work too hard. remember to eat

That was three days ago, the last time you'd heard from him after you left him on read. It wasn't a complete lie; this project is driving you kinda crazy and you do need it to end up a decent piece, but you weren't exactly holed up in your apartment to slave over your painting. And you suppose Minho didn't find it all that suspicious because you tend to do this sometimes - disappear for a couple of days and force yourself to focus whenever you had a project to finish, before you come back to everybody again. You've come back to him before; it stands to reason that you'll do it again.

It's been about two weeks since you'd seen him, though the memories of that evening are still fresh in your mind - the evening of the group dinner, when he'd kissed you goodnight and left for his parents' house the following day. True to his words, he did send you pictures of the cats - ones of Soonie wearing a matching hoodie with him, a few of Doongie and Dori napping at the foot of his bed. There was an accompanying text - The kids miss you - along with a frowning emoji, and it made you wonder if what he really meant was I miss you.

You wanted him to miss you, because you missed him too.

The photos brought a smile to your face despite the predicament you found yourself in. A smile that was short lived, a smile that was soon wiped off when you realized your heart shouldn't be swelling with that much affection for him. It shouldn't, but the truth was that it did and you don't know how to live with it.

Love isn't something you've ever learned to hold.

It's beautiful yet full of thorns, and your hands are too clumsy to ever keep it from slipping from your fingers.

You remember when you first met Minho. Freshman year, at some popular senior's house party.

It feels like forever ago when you were just an awkward freshman at orientation who didn't have a single clue on how to make friends. Jess was your first friend in college, and you'll always be grateful that you got along well enough that she adopted you into the group with the rest of the guys.

You didn't cross paths with Minho until you were already acquainted with everyone else. On the night of the party, you remember being enamored with him for those couple of hours, and it wasn't the side effect of too many solo cups of cheap beer. Who in their right mind wouldn't be infatuated with him? He was beautiful, absolutely alluring, and you would always tell him as much.

Back then, he had brown hair, slighter shorter than now but it was tinted with the most gorgeous shade of red. You didn't know much about Minho, only been told that he was pretty quiet and might be off-putting to new people. It was sort of true; that night, you were intimidated by the aura he exuded. Mysterious, couldn't be bothered, didn't seem to give a shit. He looked like a scary little thing, while you were the new kid who was only trying to observe everyone's dynamics, not wanting to overstep any unspoken boundary.

To this day, you're still not sure what really happened, how you two immediately clicked and he's been one of the most important parts of your life ever since.

Maybe it was just him. Maybe it's always been him.

Minho, the one who makes you smile when all you want to do is curl up and cry. The one who makes you laugh when you look for joy but the search comes up empty. The one who grounds you every time you lose your way. Your anchor, the safe harbor you can always return to. The light at the end of a long, long tunnel.

You don't know where you stand, don't know where it goes from here now that everything is changing. He told you so himself, that nothing changed for him, but how could he possibly know that everything is changing for you? And it infuriates you to no end because you don't even have anyone to talk about this with. You're the only person whose world is being turned upside down after all.

You can't tell your friends because they can't know about you and Minho. You can't tell Minho because what would you even say? That you think you're in love with him? That the implications of what it means are devastating to you?

For the first time, you regret everything. Kissing him that night, sleeping with him, becoming whatever this is with him. Letting down your guard and falling for him somewhere along the way and you didn't even stop to notice it. You regret all of the decisions you've made up until now, because they've only led you to the point of no return, the point of losing him. You made bad decision after bad decision after bad decision, until you couldn't anymore. All along, there's been no one else to blame but you.

Maybe it hasn't happened yet, but it's inevitable. You will lose him. You are going to lose him.

There's no other ending, no other alternative that you can imagine. You're going to leave because you're a coward and it's what you do best. You ruin things before they get a chance to hurt you. You leave because if you don't leave then you'll be left behind, and you'd rather not bear the brunt of it.

Now, when you think of Minho, the thought is always accompanied by a painful reminder - Nothing changed for him.

When you get to the cafe, Hyunjin and Seungmin are already seated in a corner booth, three drinks in front of them, one of which they'd ordered for you before you arrived.

You slide into the seat next to Hyunjin, smiling at him appreciatively for the drink. There's still over half an hour before you have to walk to your shared class, over half an hour before Seungmin parts ways with you two to do whatever or whoever it is that Seungmin does on his off days.

"I still think it's Nara," Hyunjin says, casually sipping his iced coffee.

"Nara from your Lit class last semester?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

"I saw them talking at a party once."

"Okay. And?"

"And what? That's it."

"That's... all the evidence you have to back up your claim?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

You wave your hands in front of them. "What are you bozos talking about?"

"He’s still trying to figure out who Minho is hooking up with," Seungmin is the one who answers you without missing a beat, then he turns back to Hyunjin. "Anyway, it can't be Nara. She's dating Jaehyun on the basketball team."

The friend next to you flails his arms like a petulant child, like he couldn't have possibly seen this coming, like he was so sure that he had finally solved the mystery. "Great. I'm back to square one again."

You straighten your back and reach for your drink, tentatively gulping down the beverage as if it'll hide the fact that you've gone stiff the second this topic is brought up. You feel bad about it, sure. These are your friends that you're lying to after all. They don't have to look anywhere far; the answer to the secret is right in front of them.

"We're still on about that?" you ask in the calmest, most nonchalant voice you can muster. You usually consider yourself a believable liar (which, to be honest, isn't really a flex at all), but whenever someone mentions this little arrangement between you and Minho that shouldn't be common knowledge for anyone else, you feel like you're been put under a spotlight for the whole world to scrutinize.

"Duh," Hyunjin says. "You know, I'm kinda surprised that you don't know. You two are like, attached at the hip sometimes."

You give him a thoughtless shrug, your hands fiddling with the sticker on the plastic cup as you avoid looking at either of your friends. "Maybe he just wants to keep private things private, y'know? You wouldn't like either if all of us is suddenly all up in your business. And besides, what if it's just casual?"

Hyunjin scoffs. "Please, I'm an open book. I tell you guys everything. I tell you every time I hook up with someone."

"Yeah, but you see, literally no one needs to know that," Seungmin says.

The taller one only scoffs, waving his hands around dismissively in Seungmin's direction before he turns to you. "If it was just casual, would he save her name as - oh my God, I forgot what her contact name is. Freaking bird person or something."

You make a face. "What?"

"Dude, seriously?" Seungmin rolls his eyes. "You forgot one word? Dove? What is the matter with you?"

Perhaps it's the half-hearted teasing judgment in Seungmin's voice that makes Hyunjin take offense and drop the topic. The conversation veers off course when they start bickering like children in the busy cafe. You suppose it works in your favor, but you can't focus. You drown it all out.

Your hand is still on the cup but the sticker has been left alone and forgotten, half peeled off, half still clinging to the plastic underneath the condensation.

The single word repeats itself in your mind, over and over and over again.

The entire time you're in class, you don't really focus on anything. You can't bring yourself to listen to whatever your professor is saying, not after what Hyunjin and Seungmin told you earlier. At some point, your friend has to nudge your shoulder to bring you back down to earth when usually, you're the one who has to remind Hyunjin to pay attention. Class ends soon enough though; time tends to fly by when your mind is lost elsewhere.

"What's wrong with you today?" he asks with his bag slung over his shoulder, slowing down his steps to match your speed as you walk out of the lecture hall together.

You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly. "Nothing's wrong. I was just tired."

"You wanna grab dinner with me and Felix?"

Any other day, you would've agreed in a heartbeat. But today, you want to be alone. Sometimes, you'd rather wallow in your own misery than settle for a temporary distraction.

You're still stuck on the conversation from earlier, on the small detail that Hyunjin and Seungmin had let slip in the cafe.

Dove.

His dove.

Maybe it doesn't mean anything. Perhaps it's only a nickname that he's assigned to you out of mere platonic fondness, but it makes you conscious about the dove on your own wrist nonetheless, the one that you feel compelled to hide from your friends underneath your long sleeve.

"No, it's okay," you tell Hyunjin. "I'll just go home and sleep it off."

"Okay. I can walk you for a bit," he says. "Just wait with me here. Minho's coming to give me back something he borrowed."

"Minho's coming?" you ask too quickly for it to sound casual. There's a panicked edge that you can hear in your own voice, though you don't think Hyunjin picks it up as he unlocks his phone and types something on the screen.

"Yeah, he was at the library. He's coming over right now, should only be a couple minutes. Then I'll walk back with you."

You shift on your feet uneasily, but you cover it up by rubbing your hands on your arms to pretend like you're just cold. There's no excuse that you could think of that would justify why you can't stand here with Hyunjin for just two more minutes, without giving it away the fact that you're avoiding Minho.

You take in a quiet breath, put on your best brave face. Casual, nonchalant. It's just Minho. Just Minho...

He comes up from behind, where you can't see him. A warm hand gently lands on your shoulder, and it takes everything not to shy away from his touch. It takes even more not to lean into his side.

You've missed it. You've missed him.

"Hey." He smiles at you while Hyunjin only gets a nod in acknowledgment.

"Hey." You return the smile, though you're sure you look a little rigid. You can tell there's an inkling of confusion in his eyes when he senses that your energy is off, but you're thankful he doesn't comment on it, at least not in front of Hyunjin anyway.

You don't notice the paper bag in his other hand until he hands it to your other friend with a simple Thanks, to which Hyunjin just nods along in a silent You're welcome.

"I was going to walk with Y/N for a bit and then meet Felix for food," he tells Minho. "You wanna get burgers with me and Lix?"

"No, thanks. I'm not hungry, I had a late lunch. I'll take the walk though."

You didn't plan on being alone with Minho today, even though you knew you had to talk to him eventually. You just thought you had a little more time, at least until you got your shit together and face him with a brave façade.

Minho's hand brushes yours the entire time you walk, and it's nothing if not confusing. It's unbearable, the way your fingers twitch with the urge to intertwine them with his.

It persists even after Hyunjin has waved you goodbye to you two and turned to head wherever he and Felix agreed to meet. You think Minho would hold your hand now that it's just you and him, but he doesn't. He lets your skin continue to brush, lets you suffer alone and wanting in your sunken disappointment.

It has very little to do with him and everything to do with you, the conflicting thoughts inside your head piling up one by one the more time you spend in his presence.

Dove, the brief display of jealousy at Yeonjun's party, the way he looks at you sometimes that you can't really decipher the meaning behind, how he kisses you so tenderly that it can't possibly be strictly platonic. You want these things to all mean something, and yet...

You want him to hold your hand, but you know you'd wave it off if he tries to reach for your fingers. You want him to stop you right then and there to kiss you breathless, just as he had that night two weeks ago, even though you're sure you'd only dodge his lips and push him away. You want to stay, you want to leave. You're terrified of things changing, but you wish that something, anything, would be different for him; that you aren't the only one who's spinning out of control. You love him, but you wish you didn't.

Eventually, Minho asks, "You okay?"

It's not until now that you realize this is the first time you've ever been this quiet around him. You purse your lips, glancing down briefly at your feet as you keep on treading the rest of the way home. "Yeah, all good. I'm just tired," you tell him, visibly unenthusiastic despite the smile you try to fake. "I just need to sleep it off."

"The project stressing you out?"

"I guess, yeah."

"And here I thought maybe you were avoiding me," he says, half a joke, half inquisitive. "Were you?"

"Was I what?"

"Were you avoiding me?"

You give him a weird look, one that's meant to be dismissive and call his question ridiculous even though you know you've been caught. And maybe it's the over-the-top glance that you throw his way and the way your pitch goes higher when you reply, "Why would I be avoiding you?" that makes him stop walking.

On the other side of the street, there's a couple of kids in high school uniforms, exchanging shy glances and sharing fond giggles.

Minho calls your name softly, and it's like you're just waiting for the ball to drop. You don't want to turn back and look at him, but what other option do you have? What else is there to do?

You can't decipher the expression on his face. He's still calm, but the air has turned serious, the silence of the mostly empty streets surrounding you only serves as the soundtrack of your impending heartbreak. The tender and innocent laughter fades away when young love moves further and further from where you stand. "What?" you ask with faux nonchalance as you look at him, another attempt at stalling. Biding your time even though a few more minutes aren't going to do any good for your case.

Anyone with half a braincell could tell that clearly it's not the truth, let alone someone who has learned to read you better than the back of his hand. He doesn't look like he believes you, though he doesn't push it, much to your surprise.

"Okay," he says after a moment of studying you, and this should be the part where you heave a sigh of relief because he's letting you off the hook for now, but your chest doesn't feel lighter at all. Your head is clouded with dread, with the anticipation that you're only delaying the inevitable.

You walk the rest of the way in awful silence, because you know that he knows something is wrong. You try your best to appear composed, but he sees right through you. You know he does.

You must look like a frightened animal, one that's about to take off running any second now.

When you reach your building, Minho is quick to keep you with him before you can make up a lame excuse and bolt.

"Hey," he starts, his voice so impossibly gentle that it hurts. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Heavier and heavier, it weighs you down until you feel like your chest is going to collapse. The nerves gnaw on you, clawing into you until you feel your heartbeat quicken, the overwhelming dread simmering low in your belly.

"I know," you say, but deep down, what you're really thinking is, Not this. This is the one thing I can't tell you.

"Is everything okay?"

It's the way that Minho's got his gaze set on you with those deep brown irises, the concern so apparent in them that it hurts you. It's the way he looks like he wants to reach out and touch you - a comforting hand on your shoulder or your back like you're so familiar with - but he has to hold himself back or you might slip away.

It's him, how he always puts you first, how he cares about you in ways that you've never been cared about before. He understands you, he sees you. It feels like it could be love if you let the lines blur just enough.

Is love supposed to hurt? Like this?

Maybe it's not that you don't know how to hold love. Maybe it's because you're not meant to hold it at all. Insignificant, unlovable.

And... it's the reminder that cuts through the dread like the sharpest knife.

You leave his question unanswered, because nothing is okay and you can't tell him any of it. You can't lie to him either, because it's the last thing that you want to do to him.

Instead, you ask, "We're good... right? We're okay?"

"What do you mean?"

You gesture between the two of you, though you're not sure what that's supposed to signify. "Just...," you trail off for a second, hesitant. "Nothing's changed, right?"

Minho doesn't answer right away. He looks at you for a moment, searching for something in your eyes that you can't tell if he's able to find.

He nods, seemingly wistful as he says, "Nothing's changed."

He seems unsure about it, at least more than he was just a few weeks ago when he told you the same thing in your apartment with his fingers wrapped around your wrist. The tug between his brows - though barely noticeable - tells you as much.

Is it because something is different now? Or does he only sound uncertain out of concern, because of you and how you're acting?

Then he continues, "For me, at least."

And there it is.

It's the confirmation this time around that turns you inside out so his simple words could cut into you.

You swallow thickly, put on a smile like you're pleased with his answer even though you're trying your hardest to stop yourself from shaking. Whatever energy you had left is instantly drained from you just because of a few words.

Your sentences get smashed together, tangled up like barbed wire and they only make you bleed when you try to pull them apart. All your nervous tics coming out to play despite your best efforts to keep them at bay. A frustrated hand running through your hair, gripping at the roots a little harshly. Your bottom lip pulled between your teeth and your eyes turning glassy for a split second before you blink the moisture away, because you can't let Minho see you like this. See you trying to keep your pathetic heart intact while he's none the wiser.

He's fine. And unlike you, he's going to be okay when this is over.

Unavoidable and inevitable, the end will come whether you like it or not. You're the only one who won't make it out unscathed, and it will only shatter you into more pieces the longer you drag this out.

Just rip the bandaid off. Salvage whatever you can. Stop digging the grave even deeper for yourself.

One second, then two, then three. You don't speak until you have enough faith that your voice is even enough to carry out a few sentences.

"Okay, uhm... I think I need some time for myself. We should..." But it isn't, and you crack halfway through. The sound is deafening to your own ears. "We should take a break. We should stop this."

Minho doesn't question if you mean the secret between the two of you, or your friendship entirely. Instead, he asks, "Why?"

"I told you." You clear your throat. "I need time for myself."

You can't tell what he's thinking, but the knife twists inside of you nonetheless.

He takes a step closer, you take a step back.

You watch as his face falls, and the same feeling mirrors itself within the confines of your ribcage. Your heart drops at the sight of his eyes, deep brown irises stained with a little confusion, then a little hurt though it lasts for only a few seconds. The slight slump of his shoulders, the absence of the familiar playfulness he always sports when he's with you.

He blinks.

"Time for yourself, or time away from me?"

You say nothing.

You don't address his question directly, and your reluctance to do so is a loud enough answer in and of itself. "Why does that matter? What's the difference?"

"It matters if I did something to upset you."

"You didn't."

"Okay. So?"

This is confusing, because he's not letting you rip the bandaid clean off and you don't know why. "Nothing's changed, right? If it didn't mean anything to you, why can't you just drop this?"

Minho is quiet for a beat. His eyes are searching again, but this time, you think he finds something.

Everything is still and you hate it - the silence of the streets, the scrutinizing orange glow of the streetlights as if they're watching the scene unfold, even the innocent cat that's sitting by itself on the balcony on one of the floors higher up. You hate all of it.

"I never said it didn't mean anything," he tells you.

It makes you a little angry for some reason, and there's enough red to cloud your vision because his words are contradicting and you're tired, you're so exhausted that you can't focus on what it is that he's really saying.

"So you lied to me?"

"I've never lied to you."

"I asked you before and you said nothing's changed. Now you're saying whatever this is didn't not mean anything. Make up your mind."

It gets redder when he keeps his eyes fixed on you, still so calm despite the frown that has returned to its place between his brows. Still so collected, while you're being pulled apart at the seams.

The ball doesn't drop the way you expect it to. It keeps falling so insufferably slowly, hanging over you like it's mocking you for being stupid, like it's milking every second of suspense to make you implode.

Until Minho speaks next and suddenly, it feels like the air has been sucked out of your lungs. His voice, still so soft and tender. His eyes, reading something in yours that you can't bear to admit out loud.

"You really don't see it, do you?"

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anyamaris · 1 year ago

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Purrfect Company

Word Count- 6726

Pairing- Boss!Lee Know x Employee!F!Reader

Trope/AU- Coworkers to lovers AU

Summary- Working at a cat cafe has a variety of perks, though you’re not sure if your crush on the handsome shop owner, Minho, counts as one. Despite it being the holidays, you have no one to spend it with so you’ve volunteered to take the shift at the cafe on Christmas eve. A power outage and a surprise visit from your seemingly rigid employer has you discovering things you might never have known otherwise. Maybe Minho has a warmer, softer side than you’d realized.

Warnings-Vulgar language, sexual language, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship dynamic (boss x employee), lots of pussy (ha!), MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

This is one of my two entries in our 16 Days of Smutmas 2023 Collab! Check out the other writers as well!!!!

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A huge huge huge thank you to @sanjoongie for helping me through the many hurdles of writing this and reading snippets to ease my anxiety. It means more to me than you'll ever know. @millennial-fangirl as well for reading part of my smut and giving me helpful criticism, I love it so much!

Thank you to everyone who listens to me whine about everything always, I love you all.

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“Goodnight! Happy Holidays!” You wave, closing and locking the door behind the sweet couple who had come in last minute to pick out a cat for their daughter. You can’t help but smile at the thought of the beautiful kitty who will get to wake up with a new family to love and accept her.

Turning, you smile at the few cats left in the living room/play area the owner had set up for them. The three left were napping, one on the couch and the two others curled up together on a cat tree. Humming happily, you turn to finish the few closing duties you have left. You’d closed down the cafe area after the couple had gone in to play with the cats and now you just had to make sure the till was put in the safe. You planned on spending some time with the last few cats before you made your way home for the evening.

It was Christmas Eve and as you turn to look out the window once more, you frown at the heavy snow coming down. “Figures, going to be hell going home,” you breathe out as you lock the safe, then the office door. You stretch and yawn, taking off your apron to hang as you make your way into the kitty area.

“Peanut, are you comfy?” you ask the lone orange tabby curled up on the sofa. Minho, the owner of the cafe, had furnished this area nicely for the comfort of the cats and the people who came to play with and possibly adopt them. If you took away the cafe portion, this could be the cozy living room in the home of any family.

Peanut peeks an eye out at you from under his tail to let out a soft trill as you sit beside him, running a hand over his velvety fur. “Merry Christmas to you, too. I wish I could take you home with me but I’m afraid I can’t have pets at my tiny apartment.” He purrs softly, leaning into your hand as you scritch his ear. He gets up and stretches then immediately climbs into your lap, curling up and making you beam proudly. You’ve always gotten along well with most of the cats here, and it always brought you joy to have them accept you.

Letting yourself relax, you close your eyes as you pet your comfy companion. The soft overhead christmas music lulls you into a half sleep and you don’t even realize you’ve drifted off until something draws you back to consciousness. Blinking yourself awake, you freeze as you suddenly hear a rattling noise from the other room, as if someone is trying at the doorknob. Peanut perks his ears up and lets out a soft growl at the disturbance, but you soothe him quietly as you lift him from your lap, placing him down so you can go to see what the noise is.

You’d accepted the shift for Christmas Eve without hesitation because everyone else had plans. You had only a studio apartment and the prospect of take out at home, so you’d volunteered so no one else had to work. Minho had entrusted you with the closing duties, and now here you were, faced with a possible break in.

Your heart pounding in your chest, you creep into the hallway leading to the back employee area, as well as the door to the back of the building. It feels as if your chest is going to explode from fear and anxiety as you watch the door creak open with wide eyes. Your thoughts on the cats you are there to protect, you reach out and grab the nearby broom handle, holding it out as you yell, “Stop, or you’ll regret it!”

The figure opening the door stops, their arms laden with something but you don’t process much else than a harsh sigh, then the lights are being flicked on. “Really, what are you going to do with that? Sweep me to death?” The male voice greets you and it takes you a brief moment before you realize the voice and face belong to your boss, the owner of this cafe.

Lee Minho.

Letting out a relieved sigh, you fall against the wall and clutch your chest. “I wasn’t aware that you’d be here this late, did something go wrong with closing?” Minho asks, then his eyes widen. “Are the cats alright?” His severe frown as he shoots a look behind you has you immediately responding. “No, no everything is fine, I just checked on them a moment ago and was going to head home.” you tell him, rubbing your eyes.

His eyes meet yours again and his eyebrows furrow. “At one in the morning?” he asks and you just blink at him. “Excuse me?” shaking your head, “No…I didn’t-” you turn around to dash back into the cat room, grabbing your phone. “Shit.” you say and you hear a soft laugh behind you. “Lose track of time?” He asks, coming in behind you and setting down the bags he had been holding. Peanut immediately runs to him, purring around his legs as the other two sleepy cats peek out to see what’s going on.

“I closed a little after 9pm, and everything was done. I sat down to pet Peanut and I guess I just….” you shrug, frowning. “I’m sorry, I promise I did everything for closing before I nodded off. Don’t worry, I will mark my time slip as off at 9pm.” you tell him, embarrassed, cheeks heating from having fallen asleep in your workplace.

“Nonsense, you were keeping the cats company on Christmas Eve. Peanut needed company, right buddy?” he asks, kneeling down to scratch his ears. You smile softly, noticing how much your boss seemed to go from the gruff, teasing, sarcastic man to this warm, caring soul when faced with feline company. Relaxing a bit, you remember your last part of the evening.

“Sylvie was adopted at the last minute, the couple said that they will let us know if their daughter changes her name when she gets her. Sylvie really loved them, they were here for a while with her before they took her home. They were very pleased.” you smile, watching Minho look up at you, his eyes widening in excitement as you speak. You have to stop your heart from thumping as he beams happily at the news. He was far too handsome for your health.

You definitely didn’t have a crush on your boss, definitely not.

“I’m so glad, she deserves a little girl to play with. How old is the daughter?” he asks, his eyes sparkling. “Twelve. They said that’s all she wants for a gift is a kitty to love. So I’m hoping it’s a good fit.” He smiles and nods, looking back down at Peanut, who is now sniffing at the bags he’d brought. “You’re stuck with me, pal. You, Luke and Leia. Christmas with Uncle Lino.” he coos at him, looking over at the pair napping. You can’t help but smile at the names of the two, one of Minho’s friends having named them when he stopped by.

Blinking at yourself just lingering and ogling your boss, you shake yourself out of it. “I’ll get out of your way.” you say, glancing at your phone again, finally noticing the missed messages. Frowning, you open a text from your neighbor. “It’s pretty nasty out-” you hear before your mind is processing the text sent hours ago. “Well, damn.” you mutter at your phone.

‘Hey-just fyi, power is out in the building. You might want to find somewhere else to stay if you have one!’ it reads and you just deflate from the news.

Of all things, especially on Christmas Eve when everyone was out of town or busy, you think.

“What’s wrong?” you hear from beside you, Minho’s voice concerned. Rubbing a hand over your face, you look out the window at the heavy snowfall. “I guess my building’s power is out.” Looking over at him, you can only smile and shrug, then lean down to pet Peanut as he winds around both of your legs. “Going to be a terrible Christmas Eve alone with no electricity, huh bud?” you whisper to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Help me put this stuff away and then you can come upstairs and sleep on the couch.” When you open your mouth to protest he just turns his back and starts unloading the bags. “If you don’t feel comfortable, you can sleep down here with Peanut. Either way, there’s no point in going back to a place with no power. Unless you have someone who you can go to?” he asks, tossing you a look over his shoulder. Shaking your head, you glance one last time out the large window at the cold, white sheet obscuring any view and just sigh.

“If it’s really alright, I’ll take you up on it. I’ll stay.”

After helping put away the cat food and litter he’d brought in, you smile as he takes another bag of toys and opens each, letting Peanut sniff at them. Luke and Leia are finally stirring, peeking out to see what’s going on. You can’t help but smile as they just yawn and curl back around each other. Lucky kitties, you think. Am I jealous of the cats? You ask yourself, suppressing a small laugh.

Minho stands, noticing your look and he clears his throat. “Come on, I bet you haven't even eaten anything since before your shift started.” He says harshly, but when you look over at him, he’s smiling softly. “I-” you start, then wince, shaking your head. “Are you spying on me?” you ask him with a laugh and he just stares at you for a moment, then nods once. “Of course I am.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his deadpan expression as he turns to go to the door leading upstairs. “I hadn’t thought to ask but…what’s upstairs?” Without looking back, he starts up the stairs leaving you to follow behind. “I live up here, leave the door cracked, please. The cats like to come upstairs if they get bored down here.” he says and you smile as he leads you into a big open space apartment.

“Oh wow….I had no idea you actually lived here.” You say, looking around. He smiles as he turns on some lights and takes off his shoes, and you do the same. You make sure to leave the upstairs door cracked as well, noticing his approving nod. “Mmm…I bought it years ago, when I first moved here. The downstairs was being leased out to a bakery. Once they left when their lease was up…” he just shrugs, shooting you a look over his shoulder as he makes his way into the living area.

“Wow, what made you want to turn it into a cat cafe?” You ask him as he gestures for you to sit. “Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?” he asks, heading into the kitchen. “Sure, whatever you have is fine.” He hums as he goes into the fridge, pulling out some water bottles. “I’ll make some tea.” He says, turning on the electric kettle, then he comes to sit next to you, handing you the water. “Thank you.” you say and he smiles, leaning back to look around.

“It’s not a very … interesting story.” he finally answers, his lip twitching. “You’re likely to think I’m weird.” he says, eyes darting over to you. Twisting off the cap to drink, you recap it as you set it down and try not to grin. “And if I already do?” You say, surprising yourself at your boldness. Before you can regret your remark, he throws his head back, letting out a laugh and it makes you smile as he looks back at you with a smile to echo your own. “Well, then I have nothing to worry about.” He quips and you blush, looking away.

He really was far too attractive and here you were with him, alone, on Christmas Eve. Ignoring the pleasant warmth in your stomach, as well as the fluttering, you turn your attention back to his words as he answers.

“When I moved here, I really missed my cats back home.” he is saying, smiling as Peanut slips through the opening of the door. “I have three at my parents house.” he says, watching the big orange cat wander off to explore. “Aww, I bet that was really tough.” you respond, frowning, remembering your own cats you left behind to move here. He just nods, continuing. “Well, one day I found two kittens outside in a box, and I couldn’t leave them. So I brought them home. Then another followed me home a few weeks later after I fed it. The next thing I know, I had seven cats and a space downstairs to lease out.”

“Wow! Seven cats?” you exclaim, blinking in disbelief at him. “And counting.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I couldn’t leave them out in the streets. I was trying to figure out how to keep gathering all these stray cats and figure out how to rehome them, all while trying to work.” You just look around, taking in the apartment. While it was spacious for more than one person, you couldn’t imagine having seven plus cats roaming around without the downstairs.

“So you just thought, ‘Oh I'll open a cat cafe’?” you can’t help but smile at him. He shrugs, tilting his head as he hums softly. “Pretty much. I had some help from friends and family, thankfully.” His gaze feels suddenly intimate for some reason as you relax into the conversation, his deep brown eyes warm and soft. Finding yourself leaning towards him more as you listen, you both are startled when the kettle starts to beep and he clears his throat, standing to go to the kitchen.

“Actually….” he stops halfway there, looking out at the fat snowflakes falling down, then turning to look at you. “Would you like some hot chocolate?” he asks and you smile at him, nodding happily. “That sounds amazing actually.” You lean your head on your hand, watching over the back of the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen, inhaling blissfully as the scent of chocolate slowly permeates the open space.

Your earlier embarrassment has faded into almost happiness at falling asleep with Peanut, grateful that you’re not in a cold, lonely apartment tonight. The scent of the cocoa mixed with the euphoria of having an actual conversation with Minho has you in an odd headspace. In the months you’ve worked for him, you can’t remember having many conversations with him. He was always on the go, in and out of the shop, most of his time being spent with the cats.

That’s what started this silly crush, you think.

Watching him talk to the cats, cooing at them, playing with them when he had any free time. Admiring the way all of the felines would flock to him, noticing him immediately when he came in bearing food and treats, as well as a variety of toys and new furniture for their temporary living space.

The way he checked in on all of the cats that got adopted, treating them like each one was his child. How he cared for them, expression lighting up when he comes through the door to see the beautiful furry creatures; playing, fed and happy. He truly was dedicated to their well being and watching it over the months you’ve spent working for him, it had definitely interested you in finding out who he truly was.

You can’t lie to yourself as you listen to him hum a soft tune, smiling as he turns to mix the drink in a saucepan. It was pointless to deny that that simple crush on a handsome man was turning into a little bit more.

Not that you’d expect anything from it, of course. He was your boss, you were his employee. That’s not even accounting for his own personal feelings. You didn’t have any illusions about anything happening, but you just couldn’t deny it any longer. You’d just keep it to yourself, enjoying that sense of being young and silly, pining over the unobtainable. Sometimes that’s all you need, just something to look forward to, for yourself.

“Are you alright?” you hear him say, snapping you out of your thoughts as he walks over, carrying two steaming mugs. “It’s hot, be careful.” he says, an almost worried look on his face as he hands you one of the drinks. You can’t help but smile and blush at his concern, feeling suddenly like you’re getting an inside view of what the cats must feel like under his care.

He raises an eyebrow at you as he blows on his own drink, sipping at it carefully. “I’m fine, just ….” you look down at the cocoa, the smell making you feel more nostalgic for the holidays than you’ve felt for a long time. “Just?” he asks, frowning as he blinks at you with those beautiful eyes. Letting out a sigh, you take a tentative sip, your eyes widening at the flavor. “Wow…this is…amazing!” you say, taking another sip of the warm, rich beverage. His eyes light up at your words and he smiles proudly. “It’s homemade, not the powder, it’s quite different from the packets you get.” He tells you and you nod, savoring each sip. “Well, it’s delicious. I don’t think I’ve had cocoa in ages, let alone something this good….ever.” His eyes crinkle at the sides as he looks down and you swear you can see him blush a bit. You might have to compliment him more if he was going to react like this, you think.

“It’s fairly easy, I just happened to have the ingredients. I thought for Christmas Eve it was a bit more festive.” he says, and you nod as you watch him talk. “Speaking of….” he says, brow furrowing suddenly, “Why did you decide to work tonight?” He asks, settling back as he turns to you, his gaze curious.

You hum as you raise a shoulder to shrug, “I don’t have family in the area, and we don’t really celebrate together much, as everyone gets really busy this time of year. All the friends I have here all had plans, and honestly, it’s really just another day to me most of the time. I figured I’d give everyone else the night to spend with people since they all seem more interested in that.” His hum and pursed lips as he nods has you suddenly realizing he’s alone as well.

“What about you? You mentioned your parents and cats at home, why are you here?” you ask and he smiles, rocking his head back and forth as he thinks. “This year, I decided to send my parents on a vacation since they’ve worked so long and hard all their lives. I gave them the gift early and they are currently on a beach somewhere nice and warm. As they should be.” he says, smiling softly.

Your heart thumps at his expression, your throat closing at how very caring he was for the people he loved. Suddenly, you feel overwhelmed with some feeling you can’t define, almost as if the idea of being loved that much made you feel happy and extremely lonely all at once. You almost laugh as tears spring to your eyes and he blanches, looking shocked.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asks as you wipe at a stray tear and you let out a soft chuckle at your foolish emotions. “Oh yes, sorry. Just thinking of how proud they must be of you, to have raised such a caring, lovely son.” Your words take him off guard and he looks down into his drink, blinking rapidly. “I don’t know if I’d say all that…” he says, his cheeks flushing red. You bite your lip, having to look away from how adorable he looks being shy.

“Really, I don’t know many people who think like you do. How you are with the cats as well as your family…” you shake your head. “Most people tend to think of the holidays as a time for getting things, I’ve found.” He hums softly, the silence between you slightly tense but far from awkward as you both enjoy your drinks. “I’ve been meaning to ask…” he says, clearing his throat as he sets down his mug on the coffee table. “Hm?” you say, curious. “I thought you’d be spending the holiday with someone special. I figured you’d have someone waiting for you at home.” He says, studying you. “Someone special?” you ask, then realize what he’s asking.

“Ah…no, I don’t have anyone. I broke up with my last boyfriend shortly after starting work here.” you gesture around you. “Ah yes, that’s why I thought….” he trails off, looking away. “I noticed a man coming in when you started so I just figured.” He shrugs and you sigh, frowning as you set your mug next to his. “No, we broke up…he…it’s a stupid story.” you laugh without any amusement, waving it off. “Oh?” he says, leaning forward a bit. “If you don’t want to-” You shake your head, making a sour face. “Long story short, I found out I wasn’t his only girlfriend. So, I broke it off.”

The look on his face has you bursting into laughter. The sheer disgust is so adorably cute, his lip curling as he lets out a ridiculous noise of revulsion that you just can’t help but snort as you giggle loudly. It only seems to encourage him as he repeats the noise, adding, “Is he stupid?” You just nod as you wipe your eyes, this time the tears are from your laughter and you can feel your stomach hurting from it. “Yes, that was my thought, honestly.” you tell him, his sudden smile bringing butterflies to dance in the pit of your stomach.

“He must be, I wouldn’t-” he stops, shaking his head. “Any man like that isn’t worth your time. Better off without him!” he says, throwing his hand up into the air. You laugh again and this time he joins you, the shared moment has you relaxing back into the cushions as you turn to settle more comfortably on the couch, facing him fully.

“Yeah, definitely.” you sigh, “Still lonely around this time of year though.” His smile slips and you decide to not ruin the mood. “What about you? I didn’t even know you lived up here, I thought you’d have some big house with a wife somewhere.” you say and he winces, looking away. “No, it’s been a while since I’ve dated. Between the cats and running the cafe, I’ve kept myself from being too lonely. I have everything I need right here.” he says, eyeing you. “Besides, being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely,” he says, giving you a look.

“That’s entirely true. I do enjoy my time to myself, plus it’s easy to just crush on someone to keep myself from thinking too much about a relationship. Sometimes it’s better to live in my own head and create my own narrative than to deal with another person.” you say with a smirk and he raises his eyebrows in response. “A crush?” he asks and you freeze, realizing you’ve likely said too much. “Sure, why not? Everyone has crushes throughout their lives.” you say nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder.

“Who’s this crush?” He asks teasingly, but you swear his eyes darken a bit, almost dangerously. Swallowing, your cheeks heat up as you look away. “Nobody it would ever work with, so it’s not really important.” you respond and sneak a peek at him. He’s studying you intently, not smiling and the room is suddenly oddly tense. “Don’t tell me it’s some idol-” he starts but you wave your hand, laughing softly. “No, nothing like that. I mean, of course I have those as well but that’s not what I meant.”

“What about you? Or is raising kitten children your only passion?” You tease and he raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Hm…” he hums, “Strangely enough, my answer is much like yours. Nothing that would ever work.” It’s your turn to be curious, leaning forward towards him. “Why wouldn’t it?” you ask him, wondering what would stop this man from pursuing anyone lucky enough to catch his interest. His lip twitches and he suddenly leans forward with a sly grin. “It’s one of those taboo things.” he says cryptically, his wicked grin drawing your attention. “Taboo?” you say, scooching forward and widening your eyes dramatically. “Well now that sounds interesting. What’s so forbidden about this person?” you ask softly, trying not to grin. You’d never seen or heard of him being involved, that’s why you assumed he must be married, or voluntarily single.

“Well, aren’t you the gossip.” he shoots back and you laugh. “I mean, yes. Just wondering what would keep a man like you from doing anything he wanted.” His eyes widen as his eyes flick down to your lips, then back up and he clears his throat. “A man like me?” he asks, and you can feel the tension again building at the softness of his voice, the nearness of him. You take a moment to collect your thoughts, not wanting to sound ridiculous.

“You’re successful from what I know, of course I don’t know everything about you. Just from the outside looking in. You’re handsome, caring, you have your own place, run a business. You’re funny, you make amazing hot chocolate-” You stop at his look, at how his adam's apple dips as he swallows thickly. “Do you plan on pursuing your interest…your…crush?” He asks you in a whisper and your cheeks flush, heating up at the very idea. What he’s asking...how easy it would be to just lean a bit more forward….

“No…I can’t.” you shake your head, looking down. “Why not?” he asks softly, and your whole body feels like it’s vibrating from his nearness. “It would be unprofessional and I doubt he’d even look at me like that.” you say without thinking. His eyebrows raise then draw together at the comment, confusion on his face for a moment as you feel embarrassment wash over you.

“But the only guy-” he says, shock registering on his face. “He’s married!” he gasps and you blink at him as you realize he’s thinking of your other male coworker. “No! Oh my god, do you think I’m that horrible?” you ask, stunned. “Of course it’s not him it’s y-” your words catch in your throat as you stop yourself too late, his goading making you thoughtless. “Forget about it, it’s nothing, really.” you say, turning to stand, to go somewhere-anywhere but here.

Before you can though, he’s grabbing your arm, tugging you back down, his eyes large, dark and serious as he pulls you towards him. “Me?” he asks, and there is no way you can read the look on his face. Your stomach bottoms out as you realize just how badly you just fucked up. Here you were, in your boss’s apartment, with nowhere to go and a snow storm outside.

You were going to lose your job, you just knew it. You know how inappropriate it is to-

“Is it me?” he asks, this time a bit more forcefully, his words snapped out. Slumping back, you close your eyes and sigh out softly, unwilling to look at him. “I know it’s not right, you're my boss. it’s unprofessional and I-”

“You’re fired.” he says harshly.

Despite knowing it was coming, your eyes snap open to protest just in time for him to close the distance between you; any words that were about to leave your lips dissipates as he slips a hand behind your neck, pulling your mouth into his. Your body stiffens for the briefest of seconds before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, combing your fingers into his hair as his tongue slips along the seam of your lips. You shiver at the growl that escapes from deep in his throat when your tongues meet, his arm sliding around your back to yank you closer to him.

Giving in completely to the moment, you shift with him as he guides you into his lap. Pure instinct takes over as you move together, his fingers prying at your clothing, yours threading through his hair. As your thighs settle on either side of his and you press down into his lap, he moans into your mouth. You gasp between kisses as his hand settles on your lower back, pressing you down against his stiff length through your clothing.

“I want you.” He purrs out as his mouth parts from yours, looking up at you with those rich, lustrous eyes. You can barely catch your breath as you take in his gorgeous swollen lips, parted as he gazes up at you with desire. “You can have me,” you declare, your body almost humming for him and without another thought, his hands are traveling up your back, his hips lifting as you grind against him. “Take me, Minho~” you utter, tugging at his hair. “Fucking christ-” he hisses, burying his face into your neck.

As his lips brush the skin of your neck, you tilt your head for him, rocking your hips against his hardness. You should be ashamed at how your panties are already soaked from his touch but you can’t feel anything but need, pure carnal lust for him right now.

Consequences be damned, the way you needed him was the only thing on your mind.

“Take this off.” You manage to say as you shudder under his mouth. It takes him a moment to register that you’re tugging on his shirt and his tongue darts out to lick your neck where he was kissing before he leans back and helps you remove the garment, his hands immediately yanking your shirt over your head as well.

Tossing it to the side, he takes a moment to lean back and admire you, his dark gaze hungry as he runs his hands up your sides. “Fucking gorgeous, just like I always imagined you would be.” Your breath catches at his words, at the look in his eyes for you. He leans forward to press his face between the valley of your breasts and you let out a long moan. “Smell so fucking good, too.”

Everything he’s doing is causing you to clench like crazy, small mewling noises escaping from your throat as his hands work at the clasp of your bra. “Minho-” you shiver as you feel him free you from it, sliding the straps down your arms. “God, keep saying my name.” He groans, his cock twitching against you as he pulls your bra down to reveal your bare tits.

“So beautiful,” he whispers as his lips close around your nipple. Your fingers dig into his scalp, your other hand gripping his shoulder as he sucks harshly at the sensitive bud. “Please…” you whimper as his hands slip up to cup the flesh of your breasts, kneading them as he lets your nipple go with a popping sound, immediately moving to the other to do the same. Your breathing is ragged as you reach between you to tug at the button of his pants.

“Not here.” he rasps out, then he’s sliding you off his lap, standing you both up. Before you can protest, his hands are around your waist, his mouth back on yours, his tongue urgently seeking your own. You return your hands to the front of his jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping as he backs you up towards the hallway.

“Door-” he says between kisses as you are pushed against it. He reaches behind you to twist the knob and then he’s walking you into the room, the back of your knees hitting the bed. He stops as you slide your hand into his now open pants, slipping your palm along him through his boxers. He lets out a low groan as you touch him, his hands cupping your ass before he’s shoving your pants down as well.

“Tell me you want this-” he gasps out as his hands run over your bare skin, his lips tracing your collarbone. “I do, more than anything-” you respond, tugging off his remaining clothing as well. “I need to make sure, I don’t want to make you feel pressured-” he says as he pulls you close, brushing his lips against yours. “I swear, Minho, there’s nothing I want more than this.” You tell him as he pauses to study your eyes, the concern ebbing away as he watches you, his fingers skimming your lower back.

“I’ve been dying to hear you say that to me.” he whispers, and the urgency seems to fade as he leans in to kiss you deeply. For a moment you both stand there lips connected, your arms around his neck, his hands roaming your back. Then his hands cup your bare ass, yanking you firmly against his stiff cock as he moans your name. You pull him down with you onto the bed, your mouth never leaving his as he settles between your legs, the underside of his cock pressing along your wet core.

He growls softly as he moves his hips against you, and you arch your back as the length of him parts your folds. Breath hitching as the ridge of his head brushes against your clit, you look up into his half lidded eyes as his lips part. “Tell me again.” he whispers, his hand dropping down to clutch behind your thigh and raise it around his hip. “Tell me you want me.” he hums as he watches your eyes roll back from the ache of clenching around nothing.

You reach up to comb your fingers through his hair, digging your nails into his shoulder as he rolls his hips again. “I need you so much-Minho-please I want you so fucking much-” you manage to gasp out. His eyes darken as he reaches down between you, pulling back to cup you, his fingers sliding through your drenched lips to part them. “For me?” he asks, his voice low as he dips down to brush his lips to yours. He swallows your moan with a kiss as he pushes his finger into you, tasting your panting as you tighten around it. “All for you-” you cry as his tongue plunges into your mouth.

He deepens the kiss as he pulls his finger from you, suppressing any protests. Any dismay at the loss is replaced with pleasure as he guides the tip against your slit, slipping along your folds, teasing at your clit. There are no thoughts in your mind, only overwhelming need as he rubs his head along you, finally, finally giving in to your wordless pleas as he presses it against your tight hole. As he thrusts forward suddenly, he breaks the kiss with a cry of his own, your walls giving as he stretches you.

“Minho….. Minho-,” his name echoes through the room to mix with his moans as he draws back to snap his hips forward again. “So fucking….tight!” he bites out, his breathing heavy as he drops his head into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. As he starts to plunge in and out of you, your legs wrap around his waist as you tilt your hips for him.

Your nails run down his back as he fucks you, making his motions stutter as he moans loudly for you. “So good, oh fuck-Minho!” your cries have him propping himself up to look down at your face. “Yeah?” he asks, his nose wrinkling as he puts more force behind his thrusts. “Yeah? Like that?” he asks and you have to clutch his hair as your body jerks, your tits shaking the harder he moves. “Yes! YES! I - LOVE IT-” you scream, words devolving into loud, animalistic moans.

“Your-cunt- is so-fucking-divine-” he gasps out, each word punctuated by his cock delving deep and hard into you. You can feel the familiar tight burning sensation building deep within you as your legs shake, as he slips a hand under your back, as he lunges forward to wrap his lips around your nipple to suck and nip at it. The friction of his pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his mouth on you has your entire being vibrating and you start wailing his name over and over as you begin to clench.

“OH FUCK-” his voice grates out as he releases your nipple, his breath hitching as your climax hits you like a boulder, blindly intense as you arch beneath him. “Fuck fuck fuck I can’t-” he cries out as his hips falter, his pace becoming erratic. “COME!” you scream out desperately, clinging to him as you shudder and his mouth crashes into yours as he lets go, bursting in a hot flood deep within you. Your kiss is frenzied, crying wordlessly into each other as you come together. His thrusts slow, lazily emptying himself into you finally as he gasps with every clench of your pussy around him.

As you finally come down, he collapses onto you, nuzzling his face into your now sweaty neck, his chest pressing firmly against yours. You can feel the fast beat of his heart as he places small kisses along your damp skin, along your collarbone and you slowly comb your fingers through the strands of his hair. “Fuck.” he whispers, kissing his way up to your lips, his own fingers smoothing back your hair. “Fuck.” you echo and he smiles softly, drawing back to study your eyes. You can only smile dreamily at him, completely exhausted from the entire experience.

He slowly rolls you both on your sides, facing one another as he pets your hair, placing kisses to your lips. “I…” he starts, gasping as you clench around him again and he laughs softly. Then his face registers a sudden shock as you adjust and he slips out of you. Your thighs are damp from your combined releases and he blinks rapidly, worry on his features. “Oh fucking hell-I didn’t even think about-” he cups your face but you shake your head, silencing him. “I’m on the pill. Sorry, I ….wasn’t even thinking about that.” he relaxes slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he closes his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, this wasn’t exactly what I expected to happen.” he murmurs, his gaze studying your face. “Unexpected but not unwanted.” you reassure him, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ear. You can’t help but blush as he smiles at you softly, pulling you closer to him to hold onto you. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one…” he whispers against your mouth as he kisses you again.

He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him to settle your head on his chest, playing with your hair as you wrap around him. The silence settles around you as you savor the moment with him, both of you just touching and kissing each other, exploring one another deep into the night.

Finally as exhaustion begins to overwhelm you, you look up at him with sleepy eyes and he smiles down at you. “Tomorrow…we can talk about everything.” You nod against him and then suddenly you remember, snapping your head up.

“You fired me!”

His laughter makes you frown, and he just kisses your nose. “Just for now, kitten. Don’t worry.”

The cat cafe is humming with excitement, and it’s just another day that you get to watch families take home the much deserving animals to become their family. Peanut keeps you company, of course. He was now a permanent fixture at the cafe as Minho had decided to keep him. As the day winds down and you lock the door, you feel the familiar arms of your boss wrap around you from behind, placing a kiss on your neck.

“Lee Minho! How dare you do that with an employee!” You berate him, unable to stop yourself from laughing as he spins you around. “Ah yes, I forgot. I’m horrible.” he purrs out, touching his forehead to yours.

“You’re fired. Now kiss me.”

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