#Cho Kyungmin x reader

[blossominghunnie]

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Pairing: shy!Kyungmin x fem!reader

Genre: comfort/fluff, established relationship

Summary:Your shy boyfriend tries to initiate physical contact for the first time.

Warning: None

Notes: My first 2025 post and first 8turn imagine! This is so cute, I’m happy with it. 💕

You and Kyungmin had been dating for almost 9 months now but before that you had known each other for a while, you practically grew up together. You were part of the same group of friends but never really interacted.

You spoke for the first time in your first year of high school, all because you were put in the same group for a project. The both of you hated group work, so you weren’t looking forward to doing it, at first. But after basically living in the café next to your dorm for about a month and a half, and spending all of your free time with him and two other classmates, you ended up bonding over multiple cups of coffee and lack of sleep.

You discovered that you had several things in common and how cute and funny he was. When the project was submitted, you continued to hang out.

You slowly fell for each other throughout high school, and only started going out in your first year of college.

Kyungmin is a shy guy by nature, so even if you had been close for years, he was still shy around you. Specially when it came to physical contact.

To be honest, he loved any type of contact like cuddling or just holding your hand but he was too shy to initiate it.

But now, he was determined to do it first.

He had a rough day at uni so the only thing that he wanted to do was having you close and watching your favorite show together.

He walked into the small apartment you had right outside campus, thankfully your roommate wasn’t home so he hadn’t had to worry about her. Kyungmin didn’t dislike her, she was actually nice but he wasn’t in the mood to talk to anybody but you today.

You were just walking out of the bathroom while drying your hair with a towel when you spotted your boyfriend by the front door.

“Hi, baby!” You strutted towards him, placing the towel on a nearby chair, and then snuggling into his arms.

“Hey, pretty.” He corresponded your hug, tightening the embrace.

“How’s it going?” You asked him.

“Hmm, not that good.”

“Oh, you wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “Not really.”

“We’ll talk whenever you want to, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, my love.” He bent over to kiss your cheek, making you blush.

You smiled and took his hand, pulling him towards your coach.

While you grabbed the tv’s remote and turned on the show you were currently binge watching together, Kyungmin got comfortable leaning against the cushions.

When you sat down you felt a hand on your waist and then being pulled back. This flustered you since your boyfriend was never this touchy.

This was a new side of him but you weren’t complaining.

You rested your back against his chest and turned to look at him, a sweet smile on your face.

He was already looking at you with a shy smile and red cheeks, and leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead.

“I love you.” He spoke in a soft tone.

“I love you too.” You responded, snuggling in his chest, him resting his arm around you.

You always made him feel better, even with small acts like this.

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[minkkumaz]

I'M JUST YOUR PROBLEM

after blowing you off, you never thought that things between you and kyungmin would be the same. and it didn't, he was your enemy. when finally getting the chance to confront him about all the shit he's done, why does it make you want want to try making up with him?

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series

PAIRING cho kyungmin x fem!reader WC 2.6k TAGS enemies to lovers trope. forced proximity trope. school au. angst/fluff. cussing. kissing. making up. bsf minho. like one kys joke. OMI NOTE marceline songs hit like ten times different so writing this literally had me pumped. i've never done forced proximity before but it's extremely fitting.

cho kyungmin was quite literally the spawn of satan, your sworn enemy til the day you’d die. the face that you fell for ended up being the face that also left you stranded like an idiot. when you couldn’t cry anymore and your eyes felt puffy and numb, you turned to hate.

classes the following week became even more difficult to believe, as you felt small in comparison to his lingering presence. there was a possibility that maybe he forgot about the first date he planned, things happen and that was something you were okay with.

but you weren’t expecting him to act like nothing happened, act like he didn’t spend countless nights laughing over the phone like he was yours. you felt like a mere ghost, parading through his life like a fucking play toy. because from your perspective, you were just his problem.

“i’m going to bury you in the ground, kyungmin.” you sobbed, anger seething through your teeth.

the expression on his face was blank, though you almost swore he let down his guard for a second seeing you hold back hot tears. but you didn’t want pity, you wanted closure. a reason why the idea of your existence dropped from his earth.

no understanding, no communication, not a single dust particle of love behind his dark eyes. that day marked a countdown of hating him and everything that involved him. an ill circumstance that landed him in the most broken spots of your heart.

he understood your feelings in a way that he felt the need to reflect them. so what was once a one - sided hatred became a mutually agreed upon alliance against one another. if anything, this made you more upset. what did you do to end up on his black - list?

day eighty - five of loathing cho kyungmin, and school became insufferable around him. the recent weather forecast had been wearisome, leaving you wanting nothing more than to kick back at home and sleep for the remainder of your life.

the court yard was always busiest during lunch hours, yet the rustle and bustle of school life kept you awake. students scattered about in their cliques, chatting about recent homework assignments or bothersome teachers. you poked at your food with your chopsticks since you didn’t have much of an appetite.

“are you okay, y/n? you’re not eating any of your food and i swear i heard your stomach grumbling during the quiz.” minho asked, stealing a piece of kimchi off your plate and dropping it in his mouth.

“not really, i don’t know. i’m just a little frustrated with everything right now.” you groan in response, setting down your utensil to bury your face in your hands.

“let me guess, does this have something to do with him?” he raises one of his eyebrows as you nod in annoyance.

“dude, i overheard haemin complaining that his only friend,” you air quoted, “was being transferred into my p.e. period. and we both know exactly who he was talking about.”

“that’s rough, have you talked to jaeyun about it? since he’s one of the sports captains, he could probably tell you for sure if that’s what you’re worried about.” he suggests.

“haemin and kyungmin are practically inseparable. even when i liked kyungmin, he was honestly kind of hesitant talking to me without him around. so i know for a fact i’m going to see his stupid face tomorrow.” you ramble, letting out a defeated exhale.

“listen, you’ll be perfectly fine. don’t let him work you up like that, he doesn’t deserve the satisfaction, okay?” he advised you, patting your shoulder for comfort.

“minho, he shouldn’t even need satisfaction in the first place! kyungmin left me at a park. in the rain.” you emphasize the last bit, “i’m the only one that deserves to hate him.”

“i know, and it sucks. but i’ve heard this story like a million times, y/n. we need to get you some kind of therapy sessions if you’re going to keep at it like this.”

“literally choke.”

“kidding! i’m kidding. don’t do that to me please and thank you.” he laughed lightly, “but seriously, you’ll be okay. you always are. plus i’m just a phone call away if you need me to curse him over the phone or something, i don’t know.”

“you do too much for me minho. don’t worry, i know you just want to help me, thank you. i’ll try to figure it out i guess.” you exaggerate a sigh, making minho lean over to give you a friendly hug.

“now, eat your food before i feed the scraps to the birds on our way to next period.” he threatens, pointing a chopstick at your forehead.

after letting out all of your problems like word vomit, you were finally able to swallow down some of your meal. minho, your respective best friend had heard almost all of your hell stories about wanting to rip off kyungmin’s head. it was almost like he experienced the whole thing with you; or maybe the idea of him drenched down in a casual dress was a funny thing to imagine.

lunch passed by quickly, as did the rest of the school day. you took notes, turned in assignments, complained minho’s ear off once more, and suddenly the final bell rang meaning you could finally return home. in between all of this, you somehow forgot about the boy in your aching heart.

your steps pattered against the pavement when a feeling of dread washed over you. why did it feel like your world was going to shatter at school tomorrow? fallen leaves crushed underneath your shoes, resembling how scattered your mind felt.

day eighty - six of loathing kyungmin and every bone in your body felt like it was going to give out and abandon you as a pile of fleshy mush. you and your classmates gathered in the field wearing your p.e. uniforms, waiting for your coach to come out with the proper equipment.

kyungmin was only a couple people away from you and it already gave you an incomprehensible headache. just feeling his presence near you sent shivers down your spine, and you knew he could care less about whether you were there or not.

was it immature to still be hung up on what happened between the two of you even after almost three months?

you couldn’t stomach your stress right now, attempting to take deep breaths to soothe yourself. the cold air helped slightly; you became thankful for the dreary weather and couple raindrops that fell from the sky.

“alright everyone, it seems to be sprinkling a bit, but we’ll pass around the football for now. let’s just hope the rain doesn’t get too intense.” your coach explains, “pair up with the person next to you and come grab a ball.”

“i can go get the ball.” you offer  the girl next to you before walking over to the net full of footballs.

reaching your hand into the bag, you press a finger into each one, making sure you grab one that isn’t too flat nor too full of air. you’re searching for a couple seconds, before another hand bumps into yours.

“oh, i’m sorry–” looking up to apologize, you find yourself face to face with kyungmin. you take back your hand quickly.

“don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault your hand was in the way.” he smiles almost mockingly.

“whatever.” you mumble, pulling away to let him grab what he needs first although there were two bags.

while you wait, more droplets of water pattered against your skin, becoming slightly more frequent. you look over to your coach talking to another teacher, darting his gaze up from the sky and to his co - worker. he blows his whistle suddenly, as everyone looks over in his direction.

“seems like the rain is just going to get worse from here.” he announces before pointing at you and kyungmin, “both of you go put the equipment away, the rest of us will head back into the gym and run some laps around the courts for the rest of the period.

there was a chorus of disappointed murmurs from your classmates, before they all dropped the footballs they were able to grab. this left you and kyungmin alone, making your anxiety sky - rocket. against your will, you grab one of the bags and start towards the shed.

the sound of shoes against squishy grass tell you that kyungmin is following closely behind. you speed up with half of your intentions to get away from him and the other half to escape from the drowning rain.

once you get under the awning of the equipment shed, you slide open the already half - open door to let yourself in. there’s an assortment of different sports balls and rackets, all somewhat organized. kyungmin closes the door behind the both of you unknowingly while you find a spot to put away the footballs.

dropping down the bag in silence, you leave him to do the same and head out. when you twisted the door knob, it felt almost jammed. turning it harder and harder, it was deemed useless, making you panic.

“hello? hello!” you fidget with the door, practically throwing yourself against it in hopes it will magically open.

“did we get locked inside?” the boy behind you questions, making you turn around in disbelief.

“no actually, i’m just communicating with god on the other side. yes it’s locked!” you argued, “why did you close it behind you?”

“i didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be closed!” he defended himself.

“oh my gosh i think i’m going to fucking faint if i have to be here with you for who knows how long.” you start pacing around the shed.

“i’m right here, you know.”

“do you want me to treat you like a princess or something? is that what you want me to do?” you tell him, “we’re not exactly on good terms you know.”

“you don’t have to freak out about it, someone will come find us eventually.” he shrugs.

“please tell me this is a nightmare.” you mutter under your breath.

“it’s pretty real, i don’t know.” he says, sitting down on the floor.

“oh my god i’m not asking you, kyungmin.”

“this isn’t fun for me either, you know. you don’t have to pretend like you’re the only one in distress here.” he mumbles.

“am i that much of an inconvenience to you? last time i checked there’s no reason for you to be mad at me.” you scoff, taking your own seat on the floor.

“i never said you were an inconvenience to me, i just don’t really want to be trapped in a sweaty equipment shed with the smell of leather like.. everywhere.” he explains casually, picking up a tennis ball.

you curl your knees into your body, leaning your head back against the wall, “yeah, right.”

“do i really stress you out that much?” he asks you out of nowhere.

“yes.” you respond blatantly.

“why?”

“i shouldn’t have to justify what i do. i have nothing to prove, kyungmin. you just do.” you claimed, “and i haven’t even got a proper explanation or apology yet.”

tension became thick in the air, palpable enough to be cut with even the dullest knife. being in the same room with someone you swore was your most hated person made your face heat up. yet you still wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to feel less cold.

the sound of a tennis ball being thrown against the wall and bouncing back filled your ears, though you weren’t in a circumstance to complain. anything was better than sitting in silence for who knows how long. 

minutes went by with no sign of a teacher coming to break the two of you free. it wouldn’t be long before the bell rang for the next period, leaving you feeling hopeless. the rain only seemed to get heavier outside.

being forced in proximity with kyungmin made you less angry in a way. every second that ticked by messed with your head, inching to get come kind of answer out of him. though in a way, it made you miss him more. he’d never leave class without you by his side, getting you juices from the vending machine, holding your hand tightly when you were nervous for a test.

“you’re kind of unbelievable, you know.” you spoke.

“what is that supposed to mean?” he glanced over to you curiously.

“that night. you said you’d take me on a walk through the park after we stopped to get food. but you never showed up to the restaurant, so i assumed you’d be waiting for me there.” you told him, feeling tinges of sadness rather than hate, “i waited on a bench for an hour before it started pouring. you never showed up.”

“you waited in the rain..?” he stammered slightly.

“i shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you.” you whisper, “but why do i want to?”

“y/n..” your name falls from his lips like honey.

he scoots himself closer to you until your shoulders are barely touching, his sudden appearance making you flinch. you were still tense next to him as he started to speak.

“i’m so sorry for being so mean to you. for ignoring you, pretending like nothing happened between us when everything happened.” he apologized, “you don’t have anything to apologize for. my mind was so crowded that night. i wasn’t sure if i was ready to love someone like you.”

“then why didn’t you tell me anything, kyungmin? you hurt me.” you began to tear up.

“i didn't know how.. can you tell i’ve never done this before? confronting my feelings while trying to convince myself that you wouldn't break things off with me if i wasn't ready. but listening to my head didn't get us anywhere either.” he confessed, “i was really intimidated when you came up to me the day after, and i wasn’t sure what to do. so i did nothing. it’s a terrible excuse, really.

“you fucked up. i absolutely hated you for standing me up like that..”

“you had every right to hate me. so i don’t know why i thought it was a good idea to hate you back. now that i’m looking back, it was immature. i missed so much time with you because i didn’t have a taste of what it was like for someone like you to love me back.”

“kyungmin, i don’t know what to say i–”

“let me fix this, please?” he moves your head by your chin, turning you to face him directly.

“you can try..” you murmured, watching his stare fixate from your eyes to your lips.

closing the gap, he enveloped you in a kiss that almost felt criminal considering every feeling you’ve had for him in the past three months has been hate. but he was trying. you’d never forget the pain he caused you, but part of you could forgive him.

it was soft, and he held you oh so gently against his lips. his hand trailed around your waist, pulling you closer into him. could this be the beginning of something different between you and him? as he pulled away, he couldn’t help but show a sad smile on his face.

“y/n, can i take you out on a proper date this time..?”

“i’ll see if minho lets me first after all the shit i talked to him about you.” you laugh, looking at his pretty pink tinted face.

“okay, that makes sense, i kind of deserved it. if it makes you feel any better, i’ll pick you up so you don’t have to worry!” he suggests.

“what if i stand you up by not being at my house, hm?”

“then i’ll wait on your porch in the rain for you until you show up.”

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8turn

Ot8:

Nothing yet!

Ji Myungho:

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Moon Jaeyun:

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Yang Minho:

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Cho Yoonsung:

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Jung Haemin:

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[nicholaslefthand]

Is it love?

Warnings: Kissing, fluff, fluff and even more fluff

Word count: 1.3k

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I started getting ready for my date with my best friend Ava on the phone. I told her everything about my arcade date with Cho Kyungmin, that he'd pick me up at 5:30, that both of us will dress casually and that he said that he has a surprise for me. "I don't know Ava... I don't think he'll like it." I said nervously as I looked at my outfit.

"Girl, you look so good! Why wouldn't he think so?" Ava said a little bit shocked at my words. "I don't know... I just don't think that he will like it- Should I just cancel?" "No-? Are you stupid or something? Didn't you say like, 5 minutes ago, that he could be the love of your life if he'd continue being such a- and I quote: 'cute, perfect, gentleman of a human being'?" She said making me blush quite a bit at the memory of me being a simp.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right… I can’t just cancel on him.” I take a deep breath while looking at myself in the mirror and then looking at the time. “IT’S 5:25?! OH GOD-!” Ava laughs at my outburst and calls out my name. “Yeah?” I look over at my phone and see her smiling, which makes me smile and calm down just a teeny tiny bit. I take another deep breath and look in my bag to see that I packed everything except my phone. “I have to hang up now, Ava. Thank you so much- you saved my life…” I said while taking my phone in my hand and see her waving at me. “You’re welcome, sweetie! Have fun and don’t forget to text me the details after, you understand me!” I giggle at that and nod while rolling my eyes. “I will! Calm down.” I jump slightly at the knock on my front door and hear my mom open it. “Ok, he’s here- Bye and thank you again!” I hastily hang up, put my phone in my bag and head downstairs to see Kyungmin talk to my mother while holding something behind his back. “…Hi Kyungmin.” I say blushing and looking at him. “Hi... I have a little something for you.” He said while pulling flowers out behind his back and handing them to me. I blush even more and taking them from him. “Th- Thank you… They’re beautiful…” I say while looking down at them. “I’ll put them in a vase and take them to your room so you two can get going.” My mom says while giggling and both me and Kyungmin nod. “Thanks mom, bye…” I said while putting on my shoes. Kyungmin reaches out a hand for me to take after I finished putting on my shoes and I gratefully took it. I muttered out a ‘thanks’ while still blushing and grabbing my bag then we walked out of my house while still holding hands. As I went to open the car door on my side, he beat me to it and opened it for me, “Ladies first…” He said while gesturing to the car. I giggled and went in the car and put my seatbelt on. Kyungmin entered shortly after and also put on his seatbelt while starting the car. “You ready?” He asks with a sweet smile while slightly blushing. I nod and smile back at him, “All right then…~”, he says while starting to drive to the arcade. The drive was filled with a comfortable silence.

When we got to the arcade, Kyungmin rushed to open the car door for me which made me giggle and blush again. “Thank you…” “You’re welcome, my lady~”, he says while winking which made me blush even more. He took my hand into his while checking if I’m comfortable with it, which I nod at. We walk hand-in-hand into the arcade, and we go over to the first machine, a StepManiaX (the dance Machine if you don’t know what that is). He pays so we can dance together. We both tried to sabotage each other while loudly laughing. After the song finished and I won, we went to a claw machine. “What do you want?” Kyungmin asks me. “Huh?” I ask confused. “From the claw machine, pretty…” he says as we both start blushing at him calling me ‘pretty’. “The frog one looks cute…” I say as I point at the frog plushie.

He nods and puts some money in the machine to start trying to get me that frog plushie. After sporty 23 tries, he finally got the plush and hands it to me. “…Thank you, but you really didn’t have to…” I say as I start giggling at the memory of him raging at the machine. “It’s fine, really.” He says while smiling at me with that beautiful smile of his. “I’ll pay you back-“ “No. You’re not paying me back. It’s my money and I wanted to spend it on you… So, you’re not paying me back.” He says as he holds my hands in his while looking me deeply into my eyes with a big blush. I nod as I blush a deep red. “It’s late… I should take you home.” Kyungmin says while letting go of one hand. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” We walk back to his car and get in. He turns on the engine and places his hand on my thigh, “Is this okay?”, he asks with a small worried gaze. “Yeah. It’s perfectly fine.” I answer with a smile while putting my hand on his. He smiles back and his playlist starts playing, starting with ‘Paper rings’ from Taylor Swift. He looks nervously over to me as he gets onto the road. “Ah- sorry ‘bout that… You can change the music if you want-“ “I love that song! Why would I change it?” I look over to him with a bright smile on my face. He now looks at me with a content smile, “nevermind…”. He now looks back on the road as we drive in a comfortable silence. When we got to my place, he again raced over to my side and opened the door for me, while holding his hand out. I giggled and took it. We held hands as he walked me to the door. I turned around and interlaced our fingers with each other, “Thank you for tonight… I really enjoyed it.” “So did I. Does that mean I can take you out again?” I nod eagerly and he chuckles. He takes a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and lets his hand rest on my cheek. We held eye contact when he suddenly looks between my eyes and lips. I blush hard as he slightly leans in, and I start to do the same. When our lips were an inch from another away, he asks, “Can I kiss you…?” I nod as we close the space between us and share our first kiss with each other. After a few moments, we pull apart and look into each other’s eyes again with a deep blush. I start smiling and then Kyungmin also smiles. We just stood there looking at each other while smiling, until I lean in again and peck his lips. “Thank you… Again…” I giggle, “You’re welcome, pretty…”. We both lean in again for another kiss and just enjoy the feeling until the need for air broke us apart. We hug and then I open the door to go in. Before I could close the door though, I quickly turned around and kissed him quickly again. We both laugh at that, and he kisses my forehead. “See you tomorrow in school, pretty…” “See you, Minnie…” I close the door with a big smile and turn around to see my mom staring at me with tears in her eyes as she smiles widely. “My baby’s got her first boyfriend…”, she says as she hugs me. “Mom-!” I laugh out. “He’s not my boyfriend… at least not yet…” I blush at the last part. “Yeah, yeah, hun…” She says as she hugs me tighter. “Okay… You can go upstairs now… I’ll make dinner…” She says as she breaks the hug and holds my hands. I nod and she kisses my cheek as I head upstairs to call Ava.

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~🤤After The Race With 8TURN🤤~

Street Racer 8TURN x Fem reader

Smut

18+MDNI

Content warnings:

Sexual Content | Public Sex | Rough Sex | Dominant Behavior | Hair Pulling | Spanking | Dirty Talk | Degradation | Light CNC Themes | Orgasm Control | Overstimulation | Squirting | Choking (light) | Non-Explicit Violence (manhandling, forceful actions) | Exhibitionism | Impulsive Behavior | Possessiveness | Power Imbalance

Jaeyun

The rumble of engines still vibrates in your chest as Jaeyun’s car tears past the finish line, tires smoking and lights blurring around him. You and your friends watch from the sidelines—heart hammering—when he kills the engine mere feet away, steps out like he owns the night. Leather jacket hanging off his shoulders, hair mussed from the wind, he fixes you with a smug grin that makes your pulse spike despite your best efforts to look unimpressed.

He saunters over, every stride oozing confidence. “Thought you were too good to be seen at a street race?” he drawls, voice low and teasing. You cross your arms, chin lifted in false bravado. “I never said that,” you snap, but his laugh is rough, hungry. “Is that so?” he challenges, eyes flashing with dare.

His hand clamps around your ass—iron‑strong—and he yanks you behind the lot where no one else can see. The cold night air does nothing to cool the heat between you. He shoves you against a chain‑link fence, body pressing hard into yours. “You think you can act entitled towards me?” “Don’t forget, I know you.” he wipers in your ear with a growl, mouth crashing down on yours. His tongue ravages your lips while his free hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back.

One heavy hand slides under your shirt, nails dragging across your ribs before cupping your breast with bruising force. He pinches your nipple, watching it harden beneath his touch. “You’ve been dripping for me since I crossed that line,” he hisses, teeth grazing your collarbone. His other hand snakes down your jeans, two fingers diving between your folds. He finds you soaked—slick and ready—then circles your clit with rough, deliberate strokes until you’re trembling.

Without warning, he scoops your panties off in one swift yank and steps back to take a look at your dripping cunt. He strips off his own pants, cock stands thick and throbbing in the cold air. He grabs your hips and gives your pussy a harsh smack that has you screaming out in pleasure and pain. He lines himself up, and slams into you from behind. Fast, brutal, no hesitation—each thrust drives you harder into the fence, skin slapping against metal and flesh. You choke out a cry, gripping the gate as he groans your name.

He keeps pounding you, deeper, harder, until your vision swims. “That’s it,” he pants, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your waist tight. “Take it all, you filthy little slut.” Your orgasm rips through you like lightning—body shuddering, cunt clenching—right as he shudders above you, pulsing his cum deep inside. His growl vibrates through you as he rides out both of your highs.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t give you a moment to recover—just presses you back against the fence, breath mingling in harsh pants. “Never try to play hard to get with me baby, I already have you.” he murmurs, voice dark and promising. Then he steps away, slick and steaming, tossing you a crooked grin. “Make sure you see me tomorrow.”

Myungho

The roar of Myungho’s engine still thrums in your ears as he blows past the finish line, tires smoking and headlights flashing like warning beacons. You and your friends press against the guardrail, adrenaline surging, when he kills the engine and steps out—lean, dangerous, and utterly scorching in his leather jacket. His gaze sweeps the crowd until it lands on you. Your pulse leaps as he smirks, hair mussed from the wind, eyes glinting with challenge.

He strides over, every movement measured confidence. “You looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he purrs, voice low and teasing. You roll your shoulders back, chin high. “I could say the same about you,” you fire back, tone brittle. Myungho’s grin widens, teeth flashing. “Big mouth,” he murmurs, stepping so close your breath mingles. “Let’s see how long you can talk back when I shut you up.”

He grabs you—surprisingly hard—and he hauls you behind the pit wall, into the deep shadows where the night air is cool on your skin. He shoves you against a stacked tire, body pressing so tight it takes your breath. His kisses you, biting your lip, tongue slamming in. You try to break free, but his other hand snakes under your shirt, dragging it up and exposing your heated skin to the chill concrete.

He rips your jeans open and yanks your panties down in the same motion, discarding them like trash. Two fingers plunge between your soaked folds, dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clit. You gasp, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles, dark and low. “Already dripping for me,” he growls, thumb rubbing your slick entrance. “Fuck, you’re so ready.”

Suddenly he spins you, presses you face‑first into the tire, and positions himself behind you. His cock—thick, red‑veined, absolutely throbbing—slams into you. You cry out as he rims your walls with one deep, brutal thrust, spreading your wetness deep inside. He holds your hips tight, hips snapping forward in savage rhythm, each strike making your body tremble. He reaches for your clit and rubs it harshly, making you squirt and scream out.

Your moans echo between the tires as he hammers you relentlessly, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist. “That’s it, take every inch.” Your orgasm rips through you—waves of bliss that shudder your spine—while he buries himself deeper, shuddering with his own release, spurting hot and heavy.

When he finally pulls out, you’re both slick and trembling. He presses you against the tire one last time, and grabs your face like he owns you. “You won’t get to talk back next time. He steps away, jeans half‑zipped, tossing you a crooked grin. “I’ll pick you up for class from now on. See you tomorrow baby.”

Minho

The growl of Minho’s engine still vibrates in your chest as he tears past the finish line, rubber burning and headlights cutting through the night air. You and your friends press close to the guardrail, adrenaline slamming through your veins, when he kills the engine and steps out onto the pavement. Leather-clad, hair wind-tossed, he scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you—bright, predatory, daring you to look away.

He walks over to you, “Watching me, princess?” he drawls, voice low and dangerous. You fold your arms. “Just watching a show,” you snap, tone brittle. Minho’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “Funny,” he murmurs, stepping so close his heat washes over you. “I thought you said you didn’t care.”

Before you can walk away, his fingers clamp around your waist—hard enough to sting—and he yanks you behind a line of parked cars, into the shadowed space beneath the pit lights. Your breath hitches as he shoves you against the cold metal door of his ride, hands landing on your hips with bruising force. He crashes his mouth onto yours, tongue crashing against your teeth, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat.

One hand snakes under your crop top, dragging it up and over your chest in one smooth motion. His other hand slams your skirt up around your waist, exposing your cotton panties to the chill night air. He presses his palm flat against your stomach, pinning you as his thumb circles your hardening bud through the fabric. “Already this wet,” he growls, thumb brushing over your folds until you shudder.

Then he yanks your panties to the side and lines himself up, cock slick—thick and throbbing in the dim light. With one brutal thrust he drives into you, hips slamming forward so hard you cry out. Skin meets metal as he pins you against the car, your back arching beneath him. His hand tightens on your hip, the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head to the side.

He fucks you with savage, unrelenting force—each thrust deeper, harder, echoing in the empty lot. Your moans fill the space, mingling with the slap of flesh on flesh. “Ride me, baby,” he snarls, voice ragged. “Show me how much you love this.” You dig your nails into his shoulders, matching his pace, and your orgasm rips through you in hot, shuddering waves, shaking and overstimulated, just as he groans, hips jerking in one final, explosive release.

He pulls out, still buried halfway, cum dribbling down your thigh. He brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t act cold with me,” he whispers, voice thick, “Ever again.” Then he steps back and bleed to a kiss. “See you in class tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Yoonsung

The night air still thrums with the echo of roaring engines as Yoonsung’s car burns rubber across the finish line. You and your friends lean against the concrete barrier, adrenaline and the sting of cool air on your flushed skin. He kills his engine right in front of you, headlights cutting you in half like a spotlight. Leather jacket unzipped just enough to peek at a bare chest, he steps out—hair wild, chest heaving—and locks eyes with you. That slow, predatory grin tells you he knows you’ve been watching.

He strides over with silent confidence, boots echoing against the pavement. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. You square your shoulders, lifting your chin. “I was watching the race,” you retort, tone cool. He laughs softly, dark and amused. “Keep lying,” he growls, close enough that you can feel his breath. “I saw your hand slip between your legs every time I drifted around that corner.” “What were you checking for?,” “Did I get you too hot?,” He smirks.

Before you can protest, his fingers clamp around your wrist—painfully tight—and he yanks you behind the row of idling cars. He shoves you against the cold metal side of one of the rides, chest to back, and crushes his mouth onto your neck. His tongue licking over and soothing the bite marks he’s leaving, and you moan into him, surprised by your own eagerness. One rough hand threads through your hair, tilting your head back, while the other snakes up under your shirt to grope your bare ribs.

He grabs your hips and spins you, pinning your back against the car’s hood. His hands rip your top up in one motion, freeing your breasts to the chill air. He leans down, buries his face between your breasts, and sucks a bruise into your skin before biting gently. “So good,” he pants, pressing your body flush. “So fucking good for me.” His fingers slip between your thighs, pushing your panties aside to dip into your wet heat. “God, you’re dripping,” he rasps, circling your clit with two slick fingers.

You tremble as he plays with your clit. His other hand yanks your jeans and panties off in a brutal tug, scattering denim across the asphalt. He straightens, unbuckles his belt, and his cock springs free—thick, red‑veined, already leaking. He lines himself up at your entrance and slams in without warning. The brutal impact steals your breath, metal scraping against your cheek, and you cry out.

Yoonsung wastes no time. Each thrust is savage and relentless. He grips your hips, pulling you into him, filling you completely. Your moans fill the silent lot, mingling with the slap of flesh on metal. “Look at you,” he growls in your ear, voice husky. “Such a filthy little slut for me.” You clutch at the hood, nails scraping paint, body clenching around him as he speeds you toward the edge.

Your orgasm hits like a lightning strike—hot, shuddering waves that squeeze him tight—while he snarls and pounds through his own release, spurting cum deep inside you. Feeling overstimulated, you start to squirt. He collapses against you for a moment, chest heaving, before pulling out and pressing you back against the. He smirks. “Keep acting like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “and you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he straightens, zips up, leaving you with a tender kiss.

Haemin

The hiss of burning rubber still echoes in your ears when Haemin’s car skids to a halt, rear tires smoking in the dim light. You and your friends lean over the guardrail, pulses racing, as he steps out—leather jacket unzipped to reveal that sculpted chest, hair slicked back, chest heaving. His eyes sweep the crowd until they lock on you, and that predatory smile flashes like a promise you can’t—and don’t want to—ignore.

He strides over, boots clicking against the asphalt, every movement dripping with confidence. “Thought you didn’t give a damn about racers,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. You lift your chin, crossing your arms. “You’re just a guy with a fast car,” you snap, trying to sound unimpressed. Haemin’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Is that so? Prove it—walk away.”

Before you can blink as you try to take one step, his hand clamps around your wrist—iron-strong—and he yanks you behind the stacked concrete barriers where the pit lights don’t reach. The night air turns cold against your skin, but Haemin’s mouth is scorching as he crashes into yours, teeth grazing your lower lip, tongue raking over yours with fierce hunger. One hand threads through your hair, jerking your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other plunges beneath your crop top to press bruising fingers against your bare ribs.

He spins you around, pressing your back flat against the cold concrete. With one brutal tug, he rips your shorts down and yanks your panties aside, exposing you completely. His eyes darken at the sight of your flushed, heaving body as he takes one look at your wet and sticky pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, fingertips pinching your nipples until they pucker and harden. You gasp, arching into his touch as he circles your clit with a heavy thumb, drawing out a needy moan.

Two fingers slip inside you, slow and deliberate, curling to brush that perfect spot. He pumps them in and out with mounting urgency, thumb grinding your clit in vicious circles. “God, you’re dripping all over my hand,” he rasps, pressing you into each stroke. Your hips buck, chasing the friction, and he rewards you by sinking a third finger in, stretching you open with ruthless precision.

Abruptly, he drops to his knees and shoves his face between your thighs, mouth devouring your wetness. His tongue slides thick and rough across your folds, teeth grazing your clit, and you cry out, body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. He sucks you down harder while still pumping his fingers in and out of you, savoring every slick, slurping sound, before pulling back with a dark chuckle. “Taste so good, baby,” he murmurs, standing and positioning himself at your entrance.

With a savage thrust, he buries himself deep, hips slamming into you without mercy. You choke out a cry as his pace builds—fast, hard, relentless—each stroke jarring your body against the concrete. He fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you back so he can whisper against your ear. He repositions himself to the hood of his car and places you on top of him. “Ride me, slut. Show me how much you want this cock.” Your walls clamp around him, moans echoing off the barriers as you start to ride him. You shatter into your climax, and he follows, growling your name while he spills his cum deep inside. When he finally pulls out, he grants your chin forcing you to look at him. He gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek then your lips, breath hot against your skin. “Next time you try to act like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he kisses you once more, gets dressed, and steps back into the shadows, leaving you trembling and awaiting the next time he claims you.

Kyungmin

The roar of Kyungmin’s engine still thrums through your bones as he rockets past the finish line, taillights glowing like embers against the dark pavement. You and your friends lean over the barrier, pulse hammering, when he kills his engine inches from where you stand. He steps out—jacket slung low on his hips, hair plastered to his forehead—and sweeps the crowd with a predator’s gaze until he finds you. Your breath hitches under that hungry stare.

He strides over, boots crunching gravel, grin cocky as hell. “Didn’t think you’d stick around,” he drawls, voice rough and teasing. You square your shoulders, chin high. “I was bored of watching losers,” you snap, trying to hide how his nearness makes your pulse spike. Kyungmin’s grin widens, eyes flicking to your mouth. “We’ll see how long that attitude lasts.”

Before you can retort, his hand clamps around your wrist like steel, yanking you behind a line of parked rides where his car was parked and the lights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is fire as he slams you into the metal side of his car. His lips crush yours—teeth grazing, tongue ramming deep—while one hand knots in your hair and the other snakes up beneath your shirt, dragging it over your head in one brutal yank.

He spins you around, pressing you face‑first against the hood, and rips your skirt up around your waist, ripping your panties in half as he does it. The sight of your naked lower half under the orange glow sets something wild in his eyes. “So fucking vulnerable,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your slick folds. Two fingers press into you, hard and merciless, curling to stroke that spot that makes you see stars.

Your body jerks at the intrusion, breath catching as he slams a third finger in, keeping you stretched and trembling. He leans down and bites gently at your shoulder blade, eyes never leaving your trembling backside. “You like that?” he rasps. “Like being used right here on my car?” You whimper, aching for more, and he chuckles, dragging his fingers free just enough to watch you drip.

Without warning, Kyungmin pulls back, undoes his belt, and his cock—thick and leaking—slashes against your back. He positions himself, then drives in from behind with one savage thrust that makes you choke out a gasp. Skin slaps against metal in percussive beats as he hammers into you, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. One hand grips your hip bone, the other pins your shoulder, holding you exact while he fucks you raw.

Your climax crashes over you, hot and merciless, walls clenching down on him as he growls your name. He follows in seconds, spurting deep inside you, chest heaving. When he finally pulls out, he presses you down onto the hood by the neck. “Next time you think you’re too cool to watch,” he breathes, voice low and dangerous, “you’ll be begging me before the checkered flag drops.” Then he steps back, zips up, kisses your lips, and melts into the night—leaving you trembling, sated, and already craving the next race.

Yungyu

The roar of Yungyu’s engine still thrums in your chest when he rockets past the finish line, neon brake lights glowing like embers in the dark. You and your friends lean over the barrier, adrenaline pulsing through your veins, as he kills the engine mere feet away. He steps out—leather jacket half‑unzipped, sweat gleaming on his collarbones, hair falling into his eyes—and scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you. That slow, predatory smile tells you he’s claiming you already.

He saunters over, boots echoing on the asphalt, every movement radiating dangerous confidence. “You can’t hide those eyes,” he murmurs, voice low and magnetic. You lift your chin, arms crossed. “I wasn’t staring,” you snap, though your throat tightens. Yungyu chuckles, stepping so close you feel his heartbeat. “Don’t lie to me. I felt you watching every drift.”

Before you can pull back, his fingers clamp around your wrist—iron‑strong—and he drags you behind the row of parked cars where the floodlights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is hot as he crushes his lips to yours. His tongue rips into your mouth, teeth grazing yours, and you gasp, caught off‑guard by the raw intensity. One hand tangles in your hair, tipping your head back, while the other unhooks your bra beneath your shirt, exposing your chest to the cool breeze.

He flips you around and shoves you against the cold metal side of his car, crushing his mouth to your neck. His teeth scrape over your pulse point as his hands go to work—one ripping your shirt up and over your head, the other yanking your jeans down in one jagged motion. You’re exposed, nipples hard in the dim light, and Yungyu’s eyes darken with hunger. “So perfect,” he growls, thumbs pinching your hardened buds before sliding lower to find your slick wetness.

Two fingers plunge between your legs, curling inside you without warning, and you moan, hips rocking back into his hand. He presses his thumb to your clit and pumps his fingers relentlessly, each thrust drawing out your deepest whimpers. “Dripping for me,” he rasps, face inches from your core. “Let me see how much you need me.” You tremble, overwhelmed by the delicious friction and his relentless command.

He pulls his fingers free and drops to his knees, yanking your panties aside and capturing your folds with his tongue. His mouth slurps and sucks with brutal precision, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves until you’re arching and crying out. Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. He hums against your slit, tongue flicking over your swollen clit, before standing and lining himself up at your entrance.

With one savage thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, hips slamming forward so hard you gasp for air. Skin meets metal as you fold over the car, and his firm grip on your hips drives you into the rhythm—fast, hard, unrelenting. “Moan for me,” he growls in your ear, voice thick with control. “Let me see how bad you want to cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, body convulsing around him, just as he follows with a guttural groan, spurting hot and heavy inside you. When he finally pulls out, he presses you back against the car, breath mingling. “Next time,” he whispers, voice dark and promising, “you’ll be begging before I even hit the gas.” Then he steps back into the glow of the lot lights, leaving you trembling, spent, and utterly his.

[minkkumaz]

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sweet nothing

synopsis — never in a million years would you imagine letting kyungmin go, even if you needed nothing more than to do just that.

pairing — cho kyungmin x gn!reader

genre — angst, fluff(?)

warnings — established relationship, mentions of food/eating

word count — 1.8k

notes — this fic is inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift ! writing this fic made me so sad, i hope u guys like this twisted meaning of sweet nothing !

THE ERAS SERIES

the early-morning sun beamed through your kitchen window, casting a warm glow on everything in its path. a messy pattern of light and dark covered the room, shifting ever so slightly as the sun rose. specks of dust played a game of hide and seek as they peeked in and out of the shadows, dancing through the illumination.

the pad of your finger languidly circled the rim of your mug, the light circling with it. the coffee inside it was untouched, filled up nearly to the brim as it’d been when you first poured it. as it sat, the steam rising onto your skin gradually thinned, but it condensed on your hand all the same.

the droplets puddling on your palm dripped back down into the coffee, letting the cycle repeat. again, the steam rose, then condensed, then fell; until one small droplet went astray, slipping down the side of the mug.

your eyes followed the falling bead, watching as it ran its path. it lost its size as it went, water being left in its tracks. it trailed down until it inevitably couldn’t anymore, losing its fuel. it stopped on top of a tiny print of a daisy; one of the many patterned on the mug.

kyungmin had gifted the mug to you long ago, claiming the flowers reminded him of you. you couldn’t remember when it was, nor could you remember what it was for. if it’d been for an anniversary, a holiday, or a surprise gift was a mystery to you, but you appreciated the sentiment regardless.

you always valued his thoughtfulness, but you could feel the nook it occupied in your heart grow smaller and smaller over time. now, you could only recognize it as kyungmin just being kyungmin, but you still cherished him all the same, and that was enough.

“good morning,” kyungmin’s voice suddenly filled your ears, snapping you out of your zoned-out daze.

when you looked up, he was stood at your side, a drowsy smile on his face. he was positioned in front of the sun, and the light framed his figure perfectly. it provided a visual of the invisible glow he always radiated, even at his lowest.

“morning,” you greeted, the corners of your mouth curving up slightly. you dropped your hand off the mug and onto the table, and kyungmin shifted his gaze to look.

“are you alright, y/n?” kyungmin’s expression changed, eyebrows furrowing and lips lightly pressing together. “you haven’t touched your coffee.”

to no surprise, he didn’t fail to pick up on anything off with your behavior. how easy it was for him to see right through you was admirable, but sometimes, it felt suffocating.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you emptily assured. you weren’t sure of how you really felt anymore; your days began to blur, and they felt all too fast and all too slow at the same time. “just sleepy.”

“well, the coffee should fix that,” kyungmin teased, his smile growing again. he always looked at you like you were bigger than the whole sky, and you hoped you still looked at him the same way. “i’ll make you something to eat with that, okay?”

your tired eyes wandered off of kyungmin, spotting something far behind him. on the counter was a small, potted plant, and next to it was a pebble; tiny as a firefly. almost forgotten, you vaguely remembered it as a souvenir kyungmin picked up on your last trip together; you wondered if it ever missed its home sometimes.

“y/n?” kyungmin called out, causing your gaze to fix on him again. “did you hear me?”

naturally, you shook your head. “sorry, kyung. what’d you say?”

“i’ll make you something to eat with your coffee,” kyungmin repeated, his voice as kind as ever. his patience rarely ran thin with you, and you never knew how. “okay?”

you nodded your head, taking in a deep, unsteady breath. “thank you.”

as kyungmin looked at you, he almost looked hurt. his wide smile turned into a slight frown, and his eyes held more sorrow than drowsiness. you knew he was just worried, but something in you felt guilty.

“are you sure you’re alright?” kyungmin questioned again, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. his thumb rubbed the surface of your shirt, and you released a held breath at the feeling. “you know you can talk to me.”

“i’m sure,” you weakly reassured, putting on a smile. you covered his hand with yours, rubbing your thumb over his skin in the same way he did.

“okay,” kyungmin spoke softly, letting a smile play on his lips again. he leaned down to your level, placing a kiss on your temple.

you almost couldn’t feel anything when his lips touched your skin. all that there was was the feeling of a slight graze, and the pebble-sized flutter that fizzed inside of your stomach. your fingers had just barely curled up, and your shoulders had just barely slumped over.

“i’ll make you something now,” kyungmin repeated, the happiness in his voice restoring. your hand idly slipped off of his as he lifted it off of your shoulder, turning away from you to wander to the fridge.

when he opened the door, he slightly leaned back to give himself space. you felt yourself sink further into your seat, letting yourself smile faintly as you watched him look through each shelf and compartment.

he was still as fresh as a daisy, but you knew that his love had withered. his love no longer meant to you what it’d meant before, and every display of it drained every butterfly in your stomach one by one. you knew that his adoration for you grew stronger every day, but you could only feel your fondness of it shrink.

a little part inside of you said that the end of your life with kyungmin was coming, but you could never see yourself believing that. you knew that you’d always find yourself running home to his sweet nothings, even if they did nothing for you anymore. you’d take all of the internal pushing and shoving just for him.

you listened to his quiet humming mix with the sounds of the kitchen. the closing of cabinets, the clanking of plates, and the shuffling of his feet all came together to frame his voice, creating a messy melody. all of it sounded horribly wrong, but kyungmin made it right; he always did.

you didn’t know when or why you went wrong. one day, a switch just flipped, and everything flipped with it. the only thing that stayed the same was what kyungmin himself was to you; he was still your light at the end of the tunnel, even if he himself was the tunnel.

“voila! i made pancakes,” kyungmin excitedly walked over to you, plates in his hands. he gently set a plate in front of you, and the scent immediately overtook your senses.

“they smell good,” you stated, pulling your mug and plate closer as you watched kyungmin sit down across from you.

once he sat, he tilted his head at you with his dimples on full display. he was radiant; nearly more blinding than the risen sun. it only beamed on a small portion of his body, but he still gave himself his own glow. even at your worst, there wasn’t nearly enough of your own darkness to shield you from him.

his expression gradually fell, but everything he held in his eyes was worth more than the warmth of a thousand suns. he had more than enough love inside of him for the both of you combined, yet you didn’t have nearly enough.

“i love you,” kyungmin professed, his voice overflowing with the emotion. there was never a time where it felt like he didn’t mean it.

you hesitated before speaking, blinking away from kyungmin. “i love you, too.”

you didn’t mean it in the same way you should’ve. it sounded frighteningly empty, and you knew that there was a lost piece of your love that you’d never get back. it’d ran its course, and slowly depleted as it went; inevitably becoming a puddle of nothing.

“this tastes really good,” kyungmin mumbled.

you knew that you should be doing more. you knew that he deserved galaxies more than the truth that you hid from him, but you couldn’t let him go; you were selfish. never in a million years could you ever imagine letting him go, even if both you and him needed nothing more than just that.

“are you gonna eat?” kyungmin questioned.

only to him could you admit that you were too soft for everything that you were feeling, but you couldn’t. breaking both his heart and your own was something you couldn’t handle, and just the thought of losing him crushed you. the weight of it all was too heavy, and it was much too big; bigger than the whole sky.

“y/n?” kyungmin called.

you flinched, immediately bringing your attention back to him. “god, i’m sorry, kyungmin.”

he could only give you a sympathetic smile, picking up another piece of the pancake with his fork. “it’s really good, so you should try it. maybe you can dip it in your coffee.”

your ears barely picked up kyungmin’s giggle as you lowered your gaze down to your drink, sitting as still as it was. every unconsumed drop of caffeine was right where you’d left it, lowering in temperature as the minutes passed. there wasn’t any steam rising out of the liquid anymore, and when you went to feel the mug, all of its heat was lost.

you shifted your eyes back up to kyungmin, and you found that all of the warmth was held by him instead. even with all of the waves of heat he radiated, they didn’t quite reach you. you still felt cold; as cold as your coffee.

you would never be the same again, and you knew that. you’d never love kyungmin as purely as you did before, and you’d never forget that. it’d always be engraved in the back of your mind; taunting you with your buried thoughts. all that he ever wanted from you was sweet nothing, but you your truth was far from it.

even at his purest, you still couldn’t feel for him in the way he felt for you. masked behind the love in his eyes was nothing; everything he felt for you was wholly surfaced. there wasn’t anything he had to hide, and his angelic smile was there to prove it. he could never be anything short of sweet, yet still, all you could give him was nothing.

THE ERAS SERIES

© woonhakist 2023

[lunicho]

Bunny. Bunny. I fear I cannot handle this, ever since I seen these pics they will not leave my mind 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Making me think,, Kyungmin who fucks you in the elevator because he’s so pent up? Frustrated with you to the point where there’s not even a lenient sliver of patience left in his being. An arm wrapped snug around your neck, preventing you from looking anywhere else but from the way he fucks up into you, his free arm steadily holding his phone from below as he records the way you make a mess over his cock, hearing his faint babbles in the recording when he plays it back, going on and on about how good it must feel finally having his attention. “‘s just what you wanted, hm?” The overhead lighting catching at the way his veins become even more pronounced from how warm his body is due to being in the confined space. GOOOOOSH. Him being pissed off but it’s just mutually so needy and sensual and 😣😣😣

KYUNGMIN MERCY PLEASE PPLEASPLEASEPLEAEEPLEASE.

SAI. saisaisaisaisaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii oh ur so crazy for this. i feel like kyungmin gets so needy so easily and so fast. he's impatient and very touchy so when he's needy you'll absolutely know it so if you ignore him, brush him off, tell him to wait it's so possible for him to start getting so so frustrated. especially when he knows you want him just as bad but you're just playing a stubborn little game. like you said he'd have no leniency for you and u can tell by the way he handles you, his grasp on you being so rough as he has you bend over as he moves any piece of clothing that's obstructing him from getting to u faster. your attempts to piss him off definitely worked and your light "innocent" touches that you placed on his inner thigh contributed as well. he's got great coordination when it comes to things like this. his hips would snap into you so roughly, his voice breathy as he speaks to you in the recording, remarking about all the things you did that led to this moment, he'd tease u so much, his voice ringing in your ears as u try to keep it together. his arm around your throat would be so firm, his body supporting yours as you struggle to stay upright >.< (losing it)

[lil-elle]

Kyungmin Masterlist ♡

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[02tyunz]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 welcome to… 8turn masterlist ! 🦷

MOON JAEYUN

the summer we lost ! (smau)

JI MYUNGHO

nothing yet … !

YANG MINHO

nothing yet … !

CHO YOONSUNG

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JUNG HAEMIN

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CHO KYUNGMIN

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LEE YUNGYU

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LEE SEUNGHEON

nothing yet … !

[8turning]

⌕ . . . cho kyungmin — inside job !

cho kyungmin x gn ! reader ★ fluff. unknown mutual pining. idol au. ★ wc 2.2k ★ warnings: none. let me know if you notice anything!

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"i just don't understand why everything he says has to stress me out so much," you complain, your voice coming out muffled as you shove your face into your pillow.

kyungmin couldn't help but laugh from the other end of the line - your complaints about your boss and his strange articulation seeming to become more and more consistent in your late night chats.

he knew you were stressed - you always have been ever since junior high - so he should be used to finding ways to help you, but he couldn't this time. he couldn't find a reason your boss was being so harsh- so passive-aggressive.

kyungmin lays in his own bed, listening to your annoyed sighs with a soft smile on his face. although your situation was far from ideal, he still couldn't help the way his heart jumped when you called for him.

"min?" you ask, brows furrowed as you stare at your ceiling.

he breathes out a soft sigh, whispering softly into his phone. "yeah?"

"what should i do?"

and there kyungmin lays, still not having an answer for you. he thought of it all: why your boss might have said what he did, why he might have reacted that way, how whatever it was could have inconvenienced his work - kyungmin had no reasoning and no solution.

"can i come see you?" you blurt out, not exactly thinking, but knowing just seeing him could help at the very least to distract you - plus, it's been a horrifically long time since you have last seen each other. he swallows thickly from the other end, turning on his side to see if he can make out the silhouettes of his members in the dark room; he could, and they were asleep.

he leans on his elbow, propping himself up on his bed as he squints. "it might be too risky for you to come here, but i'm sure i can sneak out-"

"kyungmin, if you sneak out they might make you and everyone else hike again," you say, a small chuckle hanging onto the end of your sentence. "isn't that even riskier?"

"doing the hike wasn't that bad, and the view was pretty," he counters, and you can hear as his bed creaks with his movements as he leaves it. "if we have to hike again, it's not a big deal."

you let out a groan, turning to face your clock - 9:13 pm.

"thirty minutes," you say, hearing as he tosses on a jacket. "you have to be back in the dorm after thirty minutes."

kyungmin smiles, pressing his phone to his ear once more. "gotcha. meet me at the park?"

you nod out of habit, verbally answering once you catch yourself and hopping off of your own bed. knowing the chill from the night's atmosphere would be too extreme for your current attire, you follow in kyungmin's footsteps and toss on your own jacket - ironically - one you stole from him months ago.

the line goes silent, followed by three consecutive beeps as the call ends. you slip on a comfortable pair of shoes, being sure to grab your keys on your way out. the night's atmosphere nipped at your fingertips, your hands diving into your - kyungmin's - jacket pockets to try and escape the chill.

despite kyungmin's dorm not being too far from your own, finding the time when you were both free was incredibly hard - more often than not, you found yourself watching their music stages and variety show appearances just so you could see your childhood friend.

your feet padded along the cold concrete and the crunch of fallen leaves could be heard occasionally as you continued. there weren't many people out at this hour, which played into your favor considering your friends' occupation.

the benches were covered in leaves, the metal it was made out of seemed to be the last place you wished to sit as you waited for kyungmin. choosing to stay standing, you shift your weight from foot to foot, hands beginning to shiver in your pockets as you gulp.

it was quiet - the usually busy streets crowded with cards were now vacant, the nightlife of the city that normally occupied the streets no longer seemed to show any kind of interest in the many restaurants and shops that were around the perimeter of the park.

a leaf crunches behind you. "hey," a muffled voice breaks through the silence and catches your attention. turning around, you can't help but smile as you see your friend, half of his face covered by a beige scarf.

"hi, min," you reply, a smile of your own painting your face as he steps closer, opening his arms to welcome you into a friendly - and hopefully warm - hug.

he holds you for longer than he normally does - whether that be because of the chilling temperatures or he simply wanted to hold you - you were unsure. your heart longed for the latter option, but for the sake of your heart, your brain forces you to believe it was for the warmth you provided him with.

"it's..." he begins, still not pulling away from you, swaying from side to side with you in his arms. "it's really nice to see you, y/n."

your eyes are closed, a content sigh escaping your nose. "it's nice to see you, too, min. don't make me wait this long anymore, please."

he chuckles, the vibration causing you to laugh as well. "you know its not by choice," he states, finally pulling back just enough to see your face, his arms still resting atop your shoulders. "you do know that, right?"

you nod, meeting his eyes. "i know. just..." you turn your gaze away from him. "just teasing you is all."

"do you wanna sit for a bit?" kyungmin asks, his arms finally leaving you as he turns around, looking in the direction of the bench you thought about passing time on earlier.

"that bench is probably so cold..."

"you are... definitely right," he says, a bashful laugh hanging off of the end of his sentence. "are you okay with standing then?"

you nod. "as long as you are."

"honestly, i don't care how we see each other," he begins, his heart beat picking up with each word he spoke. "as long as i get to see you." it felt cheesy to him - the words he chose and how he chose to say them to you. a part of him hoped you would pick up on the intensity of his words; read between the lines to find what his true feelings were. another part of him was terrified of that possibility.

"if it came down to it, i'd sit on a freezing bench to see you, too," you say. "i'm glad that we don't have to do that, but- y'know, if i had to, i would."

he smiles at your words, his hands hidden in his jacket pockets as they fidget. the streetlamps did little to illuminate the park, neon signs of nearby convenience stores and restaurants causing colorful hues to shine on the pavement.

as if kyungmin was trying to be sneaky, he turns his head to look at you next to him, your conversation having died down causing a silence to loom over you both - it wasn't uncomfortable, but he wanted to talk to you as much as he could in this moment.

how you were feeling, what you ate that day, how work - besides your boss - was treating you, if you ever finished that show you were planning to watch, if you've picked up on any new hobbies - he wanted to know in every way how you've grown so he can grow and learn alongside you.

the soft chatter of your teeth brings him back - without a moments hesitation, he's removing his scarf swiftly and stands in front of you, gently lacing the soft fabric around your neck and weaving the end through the beginning to form a firm tie.

you could only stare at him, his eyes trained on his hands that were adjusting your new garment. only then he notices your choice of jacket. "i've been looking for this one everywhere, y'know."

you laugh as you've been caught red-handed. kyungmin putting his scarf around you - and whatever bubbly feeling you got from it - quickly passes as his lighthearted banter started up again.

"it's comfortable, but i guess i can give it back later," you say, knowing he wouldn't take it from you while the temperatures were this low.

it's okay, he thinks. you look nice in my clothes.

"fine," he rolls his eyes playfully. "maybe next time i can take you out to buy your own clothes so you don't have to take mine."

"i get to see you again and get free clothes? we can definitely do that-"

"woah, hey! i never said i was buying! just that i'd go with you," kyungmin corrects, hands shooting out of his pockets and raised into the air as if he was surrendering.

you laugh with him, the night continuing as you converse, unconsciously going from standing side-by-side to facing one another, eyes lingering on each others features as you took turns updating one another on your lives.

he loved watching you talk - a small glimmer shining in your eyes as you shift between looking into his own and your surroundings. you always held that habit - never being able to hold eye-contact for a long time, often shifting your gaze elsewhere once you felt its been too long. it always made a rush of warmth fill kyungmin's chest whenever you would meet his gaze again; that's how he knew you felt comfortable with him.

his eyes were on you as you went on about the show you had actually finished not too long ago, stopping to ponder on how you can explain your shock without spoiling the plot. in your moment of thinking, you're met with kyungmin's soft eyes, a delicate smile on his lips that you could only see from how close you stood to him.

" 'm sorry for rambling," you apologize, a shy smile apparent on your features before kyungmin quickly shushes you.

"no, i-" he begins, releasing a soft exhale that was now visible due to the steadily dropping temperature of the night. "you don't have to be sorry."

even if it was just moments ago that you were talking, you found your train of thought to be lost as you looked at your friend - friend.

that word stung a little, a heavy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach as you felt your skin tingle. you didn't wish for kyungmin to see your reaction out of fear; not fear of judgement - you know kyungmin would be the last person to judge you - but rather out of fear of ruining everything you had built with him.

"i like seeing you get super passionate about stuff," he reassures once more, his hands attaching to his opposing biceps and rubbing hastily. "god, it's cold-"

"you can go back to the dorm, min, it's okay," you smile, grateful you even had the opportunity to see him - yet the ache in your chest at the thought of him leaving was still apparent. "i'd hate to keep you out here any longer."

"i don't want to go yet," kyungmin says sheepishly, his smile wide even as his jaw clenches. you were unsure if the blush that settled on his cheeks and nose were from the chill or if just maybe it had a deeper meaning, but your pulse quickened nonetheless at the sight. "can't you just come back with me?"

your eyes widen. "i don't really think that's up to me," you say, a breathless laugh escaping you and making itself visible between you both. "i think that's up to the people who live there."

his eyes glimmer, and you knew you said something that sparked mischief within him. "you know i live there, right?" he says, wide grin never faltering as his hands release from himself and reach toward your own.

his hands we're cold on yours, and while you wanted to pull away, you didn't, allowing kyungmin to drag you along as he started walking in the opposite direction you came from. "and as someone who lives there, i think it's a great idea to have you come back."

"it's late-"

"it'll be fine, don't worry, okay? plus, being inside sounds so much nicer than being out here, doesn't it?"

his feet don't stop moving, continuing down the pavement as the street light illuminates the small batches of leaves that gathered at the street corners. you don't answer him - his scarf moving over your chin and mouth from your hurried walking.

you couldn't find it within yourself to be mad about the spontaneous invitation - especially not when kyungmin would look back to you with a beaming smile. you knew kyungmin could talk his way out of any sort of punishment he'd face for leaving and bringing you back, and you knew he'd hate for you to feel at fault for whatever punishment he'd face.

you were both heaving as you picked up your pace, wanting nothing more than to escape the cold night. warmth filled kyungmin's chest as he felt your hand squeeze his tighter - maybe he'd meet up with you in awfully low temperatures if it meant he could selfishly keep you close to himself more often.

© 8turning 2023.

+ apologies for the long wait for this one, anon! things became so unexpectedly hectic for me, so i hope this suffices!!

[lunicho]

bunny i'm quite literally not letting you bring up frat boy kyungmin and then have me be delusional for the next 13 days. like BEST FRIEND you can't do this to me 😵‍💫 you know how delulu i go

- currently visiting taiwan and china with my boyfriends ricky and nicholas 😝

nini 💋

😋😋 frat boy kyungmin is such a treat. he loves to talk himself up, his cocky and overconfident nature getting the best of him. he'll talk so much about how big he is, how good he can fuck u, how good he is at giving head, all these things. while they all have some truth to them he's really just so pitiful. he's able to be broken down so easily. he moans and whines so loud and his body shakes while he fucks you, he forgot to mention just how pathetic he really is. he feels the need to brag so so much only to end up moaning and whining as soon as he gets his cock past your walls :( i love pathetic kyungmin

[woonhakist]

THE ERAS ft. 8turn

a series of 8turn taylor swift songfics

the way i loved you (ji myungho x gn!reader) bittersweet

your current boyfriend was near perfect, but he could never set your heart ablaze the way myungho did.

COMING SOON!

COMING SOON!

COMING SOON!

COMING SOON!

COMING SOON!

august (lee yungyu x gn!reader) angst, slight fluff

all throughout summer, you had fallen on your knees, burned in the sun, and scraped your body, but nothing had hurt you more than yungyu did.

sweet nothing (cho kyungmin x gn!reader) angst, fluff(?)

never in a million years would you imagine letting kyungmin go, even if you needed nothing more than to do just that.

© woonhakist 2023

[minkkumaz]

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES

come on, grab you friends and we'll go to very distant lands! the ideologies between you and each boy was an adventure on it's own, so why not explore it some more? wandering through the forest and doing so as you please; analyzing their minds, their love, their everything.

PAIRING 8turn maknae line x fem!reader WC 9.7k TAGLIST series complete ! adults dni OMI NOTE hii it's me again!!! i'm most excited for this because i have some sort of an emotional attachment to this show since i was very little. so i hope the couple turnings actively reading on tumblr will enjoy this. each fic is inspired by a song from the show so i recommend looking up the titles!

monster by jung haemin late night conversations were never supposed to lead to confessions. yet as you lay next to haemin, he finally lets down the walls he's built for everyone but you. sometimes he has to embrace it.

i'm just your problem by cho kyungmin after blowing you off, you never thought that things between you and kyungmin would be the same. and it didn't, he was your enemy. when finally getting the chance to confront him about all the shit he's done, why does it make you want want to try making up with him?

good little girl by lee yungyu sometimes it felt like you were in a completely different world than yungyu. others called him bad, but you could hardly believe that. everything inside of you wanted to figure him out.

all gummed up by lee seungheon no matter how hard seungheon tries, the hole in his heart grows deeper as you feel almost unreachable. small mistakes that grow into awkward situations. but he just doesn't know how much you like him too.

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[woonhakist]

sweet nothing

synopsis — never in a million years would you imagine letting kyungmin go, even if you needed nothing more than to do just that.

pairing — cho kyungmin x gn!reader

genre — angst, fluff(?)

warnings — established relationship, mentions of food/eating

word count — 1.8k

notes — this fic is inspired by sweet nothing by taylor swift ! writing this fic made me so sad, i hope u guys like this twisted meaning of sweet nothing !

THE ERAS SERIES

the early-morning sun beamed through your kitchen window, casting a warm glow on everything in its path. a messy pattern of light and dark covered the room, shifting ever so slightly as the sun rose. specks of dust played a game of hide and seek as they peeked in and out of the shadows, dancing through the illumination.

the pad of your finger languidly circled the rim of your mug, the light circling with it. the coffee inside it was untouched, filled up nearly to the brim as it’d been when you first poured it. as it sat, the steam rising onto your skin gradually thinned, but it condensed on your hand all the same.

the droplets puddling on your palm dripped back down into the coffee, letting the cycle repeat. again, the steam rose, then condensed, then fell; until one small droplet went astray, slipping down the side of the mug.

your eyes followed the falling bead, watching as it ran its path. it lost its size as it went, water being left in its tracks. it trailed down until it inevitably couldn’t anymore, losing its fuel. it stopped on top of a tiny print of a daisy; one of the many patterned on the mug.

kyungmin had gifted the mug to you long ago, claiming the flowers reminded him of you. you couldn’t remember when it was, nor could you remember what it was for. if it’d been for an anniversary, a holiday, or a surprise gift was a mystery to you, but you appreciated the sentiment regardless.

you always valued his thoughtfulness, but you could feel the nook it occupied in your heart grow smaller and smaller over time. now, you could only recognize it as kyungmin just being kyungmin, but you still cherished him all the same, and that was enough.

“good morning,” kyungmin’s voice suddenly filled your ears, snapping you out of your zoned-out daze.

when you looked up, he was stood at your side, a drowsy smile on his face. he was positioned in front of the sun, and the light framed his figure perfectly. it provided a visual of the invisible glow he always radiated, even at his lowest.

“morning,” you greeted, the corners of your mouth curving up slightly. you dropped your hand off the mug and onto the table, and kyungmin shifted his gaze to look.

“are you alright, y/n?” kyungmin’s expression changed, eyebrows furrowing and lips lightly pressing together. “you haven’t touched your coffee.”

to no surprise, he didn’t fail to pick up on anything off with your behavior. how easy it was for him to see right through you was admirable, but sometimes, it felt suffocating.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you emptily assured. you weren’t sure of how you really felt anymore; your days began to blur, and they felt all too fast and all too slow at the same time. “just sleepy.”

“well, the coffee should fix that,” kyungmin teased, his smile growing again. he always looked at you like you were bigger than the whole sky, and you hoped you still looked at him the same way. “i’ll make you something to eat with that, okay?”

your tired eyes wandered off of kyungmin, spotting something far behind him. on the counter was a small, potted plant, and next to it was a pebble; tiny as a firefly. almost forgotten, you vaguely remembered it as a souvenir kyungmin picked up on your last trip together; you wondered if it ever missed its home sometimes.

“y/n?” kyungmin called out, causing your gaze to fix on him again. “did you hear me?”

naturally, you shook your head. “sorry, kyung. what’d you say?”

“i’ll make you something to eat with your coffee,” kyungmin repeated, his voice as kind as ever. his patience rarely ran thin with you, and you never knew how. “okay?”

you nodded your head, taking in a deep, unsteady breath. “thank you.”

as kyungmin looked at you, he almost looked hurt. his wide smile turned into a slight frown, and his eyes held more sorrow than drowsiness. you knew he was just worried, but something in you felt guilty.

“are you sure you’re alright?” kyungmin questioned again, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. his thumb rubbed the surface of your shirt, and you released a held breath at the feeling. “you know you can talk to me.”

“i’m sure,” you weakly reassured, putting on a smile. you covered his hand with yours, rubbing your thumb over his skin in the same way he did.

“okay,” kyungmin spoke softly, letting a smile play on his lips again. he leaned down to your level, placing a kiss on your temple.

you almost couldn’t feel anything when his lips touched your skin. all that there was was the feeling of a slight graze, and the pebble-sized flutter that fizzed inside of your stomach. your fingers had just barely curled up, and your shoulders had just barely slumped over.

“i’ll make you something now,” kyungmin repeated, the happiness in his voice restoring. your hand idly slipped off of his as he lifted it off of your shoulder, turning away from you to wander to the fridge.

when he opened the door, he slightly leaned back to give himself space. you felt yourself sink further into your seat, letting yourself smile faintly as you watched him look through each shelf and compartment.

he was still as fresh as a daisy, but you knew that his love had withered. his love no longer meant to you what it’d meant before, and every display of it drained every butterfly in your stomach one by one. you knew that his adoration for you grew stronger every day, but you could only feel your fondness of it shrink.

a little part inside of you said that the end of your life with kyungmin was coming, but you could never see yourself believing that. you knew that you’d always find yourself running home to his sweet nothings, even if they did nothing for you anymore. you’d take all of the internal pushing and shoving just for him.

you listened to his quiet humming mix with the sounds of the kitchen. the closing of cabinets, the clanking of plates, and the shuffling of his feet all came together to frame his voice, creating a messy melody. all of it sounded horribly wrong, but kyungmin made it right; he always did.

you didn’t know when or why you went wrong. one day, a switch just flipped, and everything flipped with it. the only thing that stayed the same was what kyungmin himself was to you; he was still your light at the end of the tunnel, even if he himself was the tunnel.

“voila! i made pancakes,” kyungmin excitedly walked over to you, plates in his hands. he gently set a plate in front of you, and the scent immediately overtook your senses.

“they smell good,” you stated, pulling your mug and plate closer as you watched kyungmin sit down across from you.

once he sat, he tilted his head at you with his dimples on full display. he was radiant; nearly more blinding than the risen sun. it only beamed on a small portion of his body, but he still gave himself his own glow. even at your worst, there wasn’t nearly enough of your own darkness to shield you from him.

his expression gradually fell, but everything he held in his eyes was worth more than the warmth of a thousand suns. he had more than enough love inside of him for the both of you combined, yet you didn’t have nearly enough.

“i love you,” kyungmin professed, his voice overflowing with the emotion. there was never a time where it felt like he didn’t mean it.

you hesitated before speaking, blinking away from kyungmin. “i love you, too.”

you didn’t mean it in the same way you should’ve. it sounded frighteningly empty, and you knew that there was a lost piece of your love that you’d never get back. it’d ran its course, and slowly depleted as it went; inevitably becoming a puddle of nothing.

“this tastes really good,” kyungmin mumbled.

you knew that you should be doing more. you knew that he deserved galaxies more than the truth that you hid from him, but you couldn’t let him go; you were selfish. never in a million years could you ever imagine letting him go, even if both you and him needed nothing more than just that.

“are you gonna eat?” kyungmin questioned.

only to him could you admit that you were too soft for everything that you were feeling, but you couldn’t. breaking both his heart and your own was something you couldn’t handle, and just the thought of losing him crushed you. the weight of it all was too heavy, and it was much too big; bigger than the whole sky.

“y/n?” kyungmin called.

you flinched, immediately bringing your attention back to him. “god, i’m sorry, kyungmin.”

he could only give you a sympathetic smile, picking up another piece of the pancake with his fork. “it’s really good, so you should try it. maybe you can dip it in your coffee.”

your ears barely picked up kyungmin’s giggle as you lowered your gaze down to your drink, sitting as still as it was. every unconsumed drop of caffeine was right where you’d left it, lowering in temperature as the minutes passed. there wasn’t any steam rising out of the liquid anymore, and when you went to feel the mug, all of its heat was lost.

you shifted your eyes back up to kyungmin, and you found that all of the warmth was held by him instead. even with all of the waves of heat he radiated, they didn’t quite reach you. you still felt cold; as cold as your coffee.

you would never be the same again, and you knew that. you’d never love kyungmin as purely as you did before, and you’d never forget that. it’d always be engraved in the back of your mind; taunting you with your buried thoughts. all that he ever wanted from you was sweet nothing, but you your truth was far from it.

even at his purest, you still couldn’t feel for him in the way he felt for you. masked behind the love in his eyes was nothing; everything he felt for you was wholly surfaced. there wasn’t anything he had to hide, and his angelic smile was there to prove it. he could never be anything short of sweet, yet still, all you could give him was nothing.

THE ERAS SERIES

© woonhakist 2023