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Too Far ~ LMH
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PAIRING: Minho x reader
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Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024
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Minho was always the same with youâsharp words, quick jabs, endless teasing, it was just how your relationship had been for as long as you could remember. His playful insults had always been something you could brush off, masking your feelings behind a smile. After all, you were in love with him, and a small part of you liked the attention that would come from him, even if it came in the form of teasing.
But recently, things have changed...a lot. Life was heavier, the weight on your shoulders making it harder to pretend everything was fine and yet you hadn't voiced it to him. You thought maybe he'd sense that you weren't in the mood lately and he would stop but he did.
Minhoâs teasing didnât sting before, but now⊠now it felt like someone was squeezing a lemon on a wound that was already raw.
Today had been the final straw. You'd finally snapped and had enough of everything.
You sat with the group, the usual chatter filling the room. Minho, as always, was sitting across from you, smirking like he always did when he was about to say something. And he did, some offhanded comment about how you always seemed to be distracted lately, how you werenât even able to keep up with the conversation anymore.
"Maybe youâre just not smart enough to follow along?" he joked, the words light in his tone but heavy in their impact. It hit deeper than it should have, but being teased for your brain was always something that you'd gotten in school and it made you feel...small. Useless and insignificant to him. That coupled with the stress from everything else, the sleepless nights, the anxiety you hadnât shared with anyoneânot even himâit all bubbled up inside you, and for the first time, you couldnât laugh it off.
"Maybe you should just stop talking," you snapped, your voice much sharper than you intended. The room fell silent, everyone turning to look at you in surprise. Chan stared at you in shock, he'd always been there telling you to stand your ground against Minho but you'd never do it...until now. Minho blinked, taken aback, scoffing softly as he tried to play everything off as a casual joke.
"Woah, I was just kidding."
"Yeah, well, itâs not funny anymore," you muttered, standing up quickly. You shuffled your stuff around until you gathered it all up, you couldnât stay there, not with everyoneâs eyes on you and Minhoâs confused expression making it worse. Without another word, you left the room, your heart pounding as you made your way outside.
You didnât hear Minho calling your name as you left.
"What the fuck was that about?!" Minho snapped at the others who all looked at him with sheepish looks. It was clear to anyone with a working set of eyes that you weren't in the mood for his games.
"She's had enough, Minho. God, last week I found her crying in her apartment." Felix grumbled and the comment hit him harder than he thought it would have. The idea of you crying because of something he said made his stomach twist and turn.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Hyung...In all due respect, I thought you hated her," Felix mutters a little and it was then that Minho realised just how far he had taken things. That if his own friends couldn't tell where the lines blurred then there was no chance in hell you would have been able to either and he'd fucked up...big time.
"I'll call her...S-She'll answer. She always does." He mutters, dragging his phone out of his pocket and calling you. That was one thing he could always rely on, you always picked up the phone no matter the time, no matter what day you answered him.
Except, this time.
You didn't.
It had been three days since the incident, and youâd been avoiding everyoneâespecially him. Heâd tried to call, text, and even show up at your place, but you didnât want to talk. You'd sent back all of the presents he'd sent to you and when the florist stated they couldn't take the flowers you donated them to a hosptial and the nursing home down the street.
You couldn't deal with anyone or anything right now. Especially not to him, no one who spoke to him because you knew that they would try and talk to you about it and relax you. Right now, you needed space and time to sort through everything without the added weight of Minhoâs teasing hanging over you.
But it didnât stop the ache in your chest every single time you thought about him. The desperate urge to run back there and forgive him like you always did in the past but this time you wanted to stand your ground. You wanted him to realise that the weight of his words had an effect on you.
But despite everything, you missed him. His stupid jokes, the way he made everyone laugh, the way he made you feel noticed, even if it was in the most frustrating ways. The way he'd always see you even when you thought you were invisible to everyone else around you. But you couldnât forget the hurt he'd put you through. While he might have made you feel visible he was blind to everything else, he didnât realize you were struggling and he never saw beyond his teasing to see what you were going through.
Meanwhile, back at the dorms, Minho was losing it. He wasnât used to thisâused to you being upset with him. You were always there, always able to take his jokes, always smiling despite his teasing. But this time⊠this time heâd messed up. And he had no idea how to fix it. Everything he tried to do failed. The bears were returned to the store, the florist told him you'd donated the flowers and the takeout he sent to you was always given to the homeless. Nothing was working.
The guilt gnawed at him, he found himself unable to sleep or eat. The more time passed, the more he realized how blind to what he was doing to you. He missed you, more than he cared to admit, and with that realization came another...something he hadnât fully accepted before.
"You're dumb," Felix told him as they sat across from each other in the living room. Minho had just finished confessing all of the conflicting feelings he was feeling,
"How am I dumb?!" he snapped angrily,
"You're in love with her, you dumb bitch." Felix laughed a little and Minho sat there. His mouth open as he tried to deny it but the more he thought about it...the more he realised Felix was right.
He cared about you. More than just as a friend. More than just someone he could joke around with. He was in love with you...head over heels in love and now, he might have lost you because of his own stupidity.
That same night Minho found you at the park, sitting in the same spot you always went to when you needed to clear your head. It was the same park he would go to with you sometimes, you'd taken him one night when he needed to clear his head and he'd followed you blindly.
You didnât see him at first, too lost in your thoughts about him, but when you did, you immediately stood up, ready to leave.
"Wait, please," Minhoâs voice stopped you in your tracks. He'd been tempted to reach his hand out and touch you but he stopped himself, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You turned to look at him, there was something different in his toneâsomething softer, almost desperate.
You hesitated but sat back down on the bench, your eyes on your hands as he slowly approached, stopping a few feet away, his hands shoved in his pockets like they always were when he was nervous.
"I messed up," he started, his voice quiet. You scoffed a little,
"Fucked up,"
"Yn," He chuckled softly, he hadn't realised just how much he'd missed your voice, even if it was just scolding him for something.
"I know I did. I didnât realize⊠I didnât know you were going through something." You looked away, your arms wrapping around yourself protectively.
"Itâs not just about that, Minho. You always tease me, always make me feel⊠small. And I never said anything because I didnât want to make it awkward. But I canât take it anymore. Not right now." The rawness in your voice hit him hard, and his hands twitched at his sides, he wanted to reach out and comfort you but he forced himself to stay still. Heâd never realized the extent of his teasing, how much it might have hurt you. He always thought it was just fun, that you were okay with it because you never said anything.
"Iâm sorry," he said, his voice cracking. He knew that there was no apology in the world that he could give that would have made all of this better but he wasn't going to stop until you forgave him.
"I shouldâve seen it. I shouldâve been paying more attention, instead of just thinking I could joke around all the time. I didnât mean to hurt you. I never want to hurt you." You stayed silent, your eyes fixed on the ground. Minho took a step closer, his heart pounding, there was no way he could lose, not like this. Not when he finally understood how much you meant to him.
"I miss you," he admitted, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. He'd been trying to think of what he was going to say to you but the words were lost on him, nothing felt as though it would be good enough to make up for what he'd done.
"I miss being around you, even if all I ever did was make dumb jokes. And⊠Iâve realized something else." You glanced up at him, and he took a deep breath.
"Iâm in love with you...I donât know when it happened, or how, but I know thatâs what this is. And Iâm sorry it took me hurting you to figure that out." Your breath hitched, eyes widening in surprise. You'd always dreamt of hearing this from him but this, of all the things you expected him to say, wasnât one of them.
"Iâll do anything to make it right," Minho continued, his voice soft and sincere. "I donât want to lose you. Not like this...Please,"
For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in. Part of you wanted to push him away, to hold onto the hurt and make him pay for hurting you. But the other part of youâthe part that still loved himâcould see how much he was trying. How much he meant what he was saying.
"I donât know, Minho. I need time⊠to figure things out." He nodded, stepping back, respecting the boundaries that you were putting in place for him,
"I get it. Take all the time you need. Just⊠donât shut me out forever, okay?" You gave him a small nod, and for the first time in days, a bit of the tension between you eased. It wasnât fixed yet, but it was a good enough start for him.
After the first few weeks of your time in the park with him, you kept your distance, and Minho respected that, he didn't push you into anything you didn't want to do. There was no pressure, no sudden visits, just the space you asked for. But even though he gave you the time to think, Minho didnât stop trying.
Day after day, there would be small signs that he hadnât forgotten and was doing his best to grovel for you.
One day there was a bouquet of your favorite flowers at your doorstep. There was no note, but you knew it was from him, of course it was. It wasnât grand like the last time. It was a simple bouquet and, just simple daisies, the ones you always loved but rarely treated yourself to.
The next day, there was a text from Minho.
I hope the flowers didnât freak you out. Just wanted to remind you that Iâm still here. I'll wait however long it takes.
You didnât respond, but something about the gesture warmed your heart, even if you werenât ready to fully forgive him yet.
He started showing up at your favourite cafĂ©, but always at a distance. Youâd walk in, spot him sitting at a table across the room, and feel the familiar flutter in your chest. He never approached you, only offering a nod or a small smile if you caught his eye. But he was there. Every day.
Eventually, you texted him.
You donât have to do this, you know.
His reply was quick.
I know. But I want to. xx
The distance between you began to shrink day after day, week after week and you found yourself lingering at the café, sitting just a few tables away instead of on opposite sides. Neither of you said much, but the quiet presence was enough for now.
He didnât push, and thatâs what made it easier to start letting the walls down with him, slowly letting him into your life again. One day, you finally agreed to sit with him, both of you sipping your drinks in silence for a while before Minho spoke.
âI miss talking to you,â he admitted softly. âEven if itâs just a dumb joke here and there. I miss⊠us." You didnât know how to respond, but something in your chest loosened. The pain was still there, but it was obvious to you that it was in fact, fading.
By the time a month had passed, things had started to feel⊠normal again between the two of you. Minho was still cautious, still careful with his words, but the tension that had once hung between you had started to dissipate. Heâd stopped teasing altogether, focusing instead on real conversationsâones where he actually listened.
One afternoon, as you both sat on a bench in the park, you finally brought it up.
âI think Iâm ready to forgive you,â you said, your voice quiet but steady. Minho froze, his gaze snapping to yours, the food he was holding nearly fell to the floor and his eyes widened a little.
âAre you sure?â You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips.
"You gonna try and talk me out of it?" you teased but he quickly shook his head at you, stumbling and stuttering over his words before you touched his hand,
âIâm sure. It wasnât easy, but Iâve seen how hard youâve been trying. You didnât have to, but you did.â He let out a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding and he smiled at you.
âI donât want to mess this up again. Iâll do better, I promise.â For the first time in weeks, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his.
"I believe you.â You whispered and he squeezed your hand gently, his heart swelling with relief. He knew there was still work to be done, but for now, this was enough.
Months had passed since that quiet afternoon in the park, where youâd finally forgiven Minho. Things had slowly but surely returned to normal between you twoâonly, this time, it was better. The teasing that once felt like jabs had softened, and Minho had become more mindful, more attentive.
He still had his moments, of course. That mischievous gleam in his eye would never completely go away, and you wouldnât want it to. But now, when he joked, it came from a place of warmth, of care. He no longer crossed lines, and when he did slip up, he was quick to apologize. It was a kind of growth you hadnât expected, but one that made your bond even stronger.
Tonight was special. The two of you were walking through the streets, the cool breeze brushing against your skin as the city lights twinkled above. It wasnât anything fancy, just a quiet evening after a long day, but there was a peace between you two now that hadnât been there before.
As you walked side by side, Minhoâs hand slipped into yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a way that had become second nature. Neither of you said anything for a while, just enjoying the calm of the night and the comfort of each otherâs presence.
Eventually, Minho broke the silence, his voice soft but teasing in that familiar way.
âSo⊠you think Iâve been good enough to deserve a reward yet?â You shot him a playful look. A reward? What did he think this was? You couldn't help but giggle a little at him,
âA reward? For what?â He grinned, pulling you closer and wrapping an arm around your waist.
âFor not being a complete idiot all the time.â You laughed, the sound light and easy, and it felt good. So good. It had been far too long since you'd been like this with him and he was lapping up every single minute of it.
âYouâre still an idiot sometimes.â you teased,
âYeah, but now Iâm your idiot,â he said, wiggling his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes in amusement.
âI guess thatâs true,â you admitted, squeezing his hand, kissing his cheek softly,
âLucky me.â The banter was light between you both and it was relaxing. You never felt stupid around him anymore, he never made you feel small. As you continued walking, Minhoâs gaze softened, his usual teasing expression fading into something more sincere.
âYou know,â he said, his voice quieter now, âIâm really glad you forgave me. I donât know what I wouldâve done if Iâd lost you.â You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked.
âLucky for us, we'll never have to find out.â
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(The Maze Runner) Imagine: He Protects You
It can be dangerous, especially for the only girl in the Glade.
Warnings: Guys being creeps in the Glade (nothing graphic), bullying, the Maze, danger.
. . .Thomas. . .
Itâs a beautiful evening in the Glade. Youâre walking straight along the treeline on your way to run a final errand for Alby at the end of the day. The sun is no longer visible, as it already descended far enough to be blocked by the walls.
Suddenly, you get the creeps. It was hard to explain, but you feel goosebumps bloom along your skin, and you get the distinct feeling that youâre not alone. The lovely glow of the bonfire is in your field of vision, but itâs so far away. Itâs where most of the guys are gathered. You can hear their distant whoops and hollers, reminding you that help is far away too.
A twig snaps, and your suspicions are confirmed. Thereâs a figure following several feet behind you, lurking in the shadows cast from the trees above.
So, you veer off your original path to draw closer to the homestead where there would hopefully be someone who hadnât made it to the bonfire yet. Whoever it was must have caught on to what you were doing because they instantly pick up their pace. You begin to hurry, increasing your speed so that they canât catch you before you make it to what you hope will be a haven of safety.
Your heart is pounding, and your chest heaving with panicked breaths as you finally make it to the homestead. Â
âHello?â you call frantically. Â
Suddenly, Thomas appears. He sees your nervous state immediately, his hand taking yours. But then his eyes lock onto something behind you, and he moves right past you to intercept your pursuer, effectively blocking them from you.
âWhatâs going on?â he demands. Your follower is frozen to the spot, stuttering, failing miserably to offer up some sort of explanation. Thomas steps forward, towering over the guy. Itâs plain to see that he is furious. His forearms flex and his jaw is clenched. You can hear his angry breaths as he speaks again. âThatâs what I thought. Now, get out of here.â
As soon as the guy is gone, Thomas turns around to face you. His close presence eases your fearful state when he steps into your space, filling your nose with his scent. âYou okay?â he asks gently.
You manage a nod.
âWeâre going to tell Alby right away. This isnât going to happen to you again. Come hereâŠâ He carefully pulls you into his arms for an embrace, as if youâll break apart if heâs too sudden. You bury your face in his chest, breathing a sigh of relief. His heartbeat is close to your ears, like a lullaby.
âThank youâŠâ you whispered.
. . . Newt . . .
You couldnât take it anymore.
The teasing, the taunts⊠The inability of certain individuals to just leave you alone. Ever since youâd rejected him, Allan had made it his lifeâs mission to make your existence in the Glade all the more difficult.
Most recently, he had purposely bumped into you at lunchtime so that your meal was spilled all over your clothes and onto the ground. Resources were limited in the Glade. It was understood that wastefulness wouldnât be tolerated. You couldnât afford to lose food or have clothing ruined. Fortunately, your clothes would be fine after a wash, but the discarded food was a different story.
You dab at your tank top with a washcloth and pause to look at your reflection in the mirror. It was all too easy to recall how quickly youâd reached your limit after Allanâs ridiculous ploy. Your face is still wet from crying, eyes puffy, and lips parted as you took deep breaths.
Thereâs no use crying over spilled milk, you thought. Or in my case, spilled lunch.
After composing yourself, you decide itâs time to go back out there and face the music. You toss the damp rag aside and march determinedly out of the empty washroom. To your surprise, you smack right into another individual coming in. You instantly recognize the blonde hair and grumbles of complaint as he reels from the collision.
âOi, shank, watch where youâre going-â Newt quickly realizes itâs you and clamps his mouth shut, extending his hands to each of your shoulders to steady you gently. He takes in the sight of your tear-stained face with his eyes showing clear concern. âHey, whatâs gotten into you?â
âOh, just⊠Nothing. Itâs nothing.â
Newt looks far from convinced, and you lower your gaze. Heâs about to inquire further, but a familiar voice sounds from outside the washroom.
âHey, _______!â Allan calls tauntingly, making you freeze up. âHowâs it going in there?â
Newtâs eyes instantly flash, and his face scrunches up anger. You can hardly believe it when Allan continues.
âSorry about my clumsiness earlier. Maybe I can make it up to you. Come on out before I go in there!â
Newt canât contain himself anymore. He turns on his heel and heads out of the washroom, and you follow behind just to see the look on Allanâs face when he realizes heâs been caught.
It is so worth it. Allanâs stupid grin falls hard into a look of horror as the Second-in-Command approaches him furiously. He doesnât lay a hand on him, but he looks like heâs awfully close when he jabs a pointer finger in his direction.
âIf I ever catch you bothering her, or even breathing in her general direction again, youâll be a permanent Slopper for the rest of your time here in the Glade. Do you understand, shank?â
Allan nods quickly, and doesnât even wait to be dismissed. He just hurries away, leaving you and Newt both standing there watching him flee.
âCoward,â he mumbles. Then, Newt turns to you, resting a hand on your arm in a comforting gesture. âI mean it, you know. Heâll never bother you again.â
. . . Minho . . .
Itâs hard not to panic when you glance up and can no longer see the sun above you. Itâs the end of the day, and youâre nearly out of time. The lightning pain that shoots through your ankle suddenly just becomes too much. You lean against one of the ivy-covered walls and exhale.
âI donât think Iâm going to make it,â you say aloud, and the words weigh heavily on you. You mentally scold yourself. You canât afford to think that way. A Runner knows better. With a wince, you continue limping on your way. Itâs not that the exit from the Maze isnât close. If memory serves you right (which it did), it wasnât too far at all⊠but at your pace, it would take a lot of effort and some good luck to get you back in time.
Just when you are about to give up again, you hear footsteps rapidly approaching. Your first thought is that perhaps your cowardly companion had a change of heart, but the footsteps didnât match.
âHello?â you call.
â_________!â Minhoâs voice responds, and your heart swells with hope. You arenât out of the woods just yet, but your chances were much better with help. Minho nearly slides to a stop in front of you, instantly taking your arm and putting it around his broad shoulders to help you up. There is no time to stop and compare notes, so you update him as he begins helping you back along the path.
âI sprained my ankle.â You hold onto Minho like heâs your lifeline as you push through the pain to keep up with his pace. Heâs right to go so fast. Time is running out.
âWhereâs Derek?â he asks with a grunt.
âHeâŠhe left me,â you gasp in pain. âI think he was worried he wouldnât make it out in time if he helped me.â
Minho goes quiet for a moment, and you can practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. His eyes are focused straight ahead at the path, and he huffs. Finally, he bites out a sarcastic comment. âI think itâs safe to say that heâs getting demoted from being a Runner.â
You keep talking, trying to distract the both of you from the familiar groan of the Maze walls shifting. âWhy did you come out here?â
âBecause it was getting late in the day, and no one had seen you,â he pants. âUsually, you check in with me right away. I knew something had to be wrong.â
âThank you.â
âDonât thank me yet.â
You continue limping with all your might toward the gate, feeling your heart jump, as the walls on either side begin their agonizingly slow crawl to a close. Thereâs a small group standing on the other side, ushering you both out anxiously. It was mostly Keepers, a select few who had been informed of the problem by Minho.
The two of you fell onto the green grass, gasping for breath, while the others surrounded you. Alby knelt down beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. You just let yourself breathe, tears welling up in your eyes from relief.
âSo itâs true?â Gally questioned, brows raised. âDerek left her in there.â âYes,â Minho replied, sitting up. âAnd he will face the consequences.â He looked over at you, finally catching his breath. âYouâre safe now.â
. . . Gally . . .
James had been haunting your steps for far too long. He was always there, always hanging around, and sometimes showing up at the most alarming of instances. What could be done about it? It wasnât as if heâd taken severe enough action to warrant disciplinary measures, you thought. He was only ever seen staring at you, smirking, and just being an all-around jerk at times.
This time, heâd snatched your tools away from your working station while your back was turned. After uncovering a particularly tough old root, you turned around to get a spade to chop it up, only to see that your things were gone.
A few laughs caught your attention, and you glanced over to see James and one of his shadows standing there, staring at you from several feet away. You couldnât say for certain, but it seemed like they had something to do with your missing tools.
So, now youâre debating with yourself on the best course of action. Do you ignore him and try to rustle up some extra tools from Newt or Zart? Or do you bother to give this shank the attention heâs so desperately seeking to get your stuff back?
You donât really like the latter option. Frankly, James gives you the creeps. The last thing you want is to play his little game⊠But every minute that you spend deliberating is wasted time that could be put towards helping the Glade.
As much as you despise indulging him, you find yourself marching right over to his work area. Both James and his minion are laughing in amusement, shoving each other at the sight of you approaching.
âDo you know where my tools went?â you ask, pinching the bridge of your nose.
âI might,â James replies cryptically. âAnd I might be willing to strike up a bargain for that information.â
You fold your arms across your chest. âWhat could you possibly want?â
âOhh, I donât knowâŠPerhaps a kiss will do.â
You make a face as the disgust hits you. âSeriously?â
âDo I look like Iâm kidding?â
âYeah, thatâs going to be a ânoâ for me.â You wave off the concept, turning around. You decided that your best bet is to find some spare tools. This just wasnât worth all the trouble. Just as you start to leave, James comes running around to block you.
âHey now, I didnât say you could go.â
âYeah, you might want to think about his offer,â Jamesâ lackey said from behind you. The two of them close in, and you clench your fists in preparation to fight. If you make enough commotion, youâre sure that someone will notice and come to your aid.
You give him one last chance. âLet me pass.â
âCome on, just one kiss. Unless you want more than one after that-â to your relief, James is cut off by a new voice interjecting.
âWhatâs going on here?â The three of you turn to see Gally standing there, sweating from whatever project he was working on,with dirt and wood shavings on his clothes. His expression looks expectant as he waits for an explanation, though his tall and bulky form makes him appear positively dangerous as he stares the two guys down with his hands resting on his hips.
âI, uh.. WeâŠâ They break off in stutters and fumbled words.
âIâm fairly certain they have my tools,â you say, and Gallyâs famous arched brows raise at the two guys in disbelief.
âIs that so?â As Gally walks forward, he plants his palms harshly on Jamesâ shoulder, shoving him clear out of the way. James stumbles unceremoniously, almost falling straight into the grass. Gally walks over to the bench and pauses. He picks up a bundle of leather and tosses it to you, the tools rattling inside. âAre those yours?â
You recognize it immediately. âYes, these are the ones.â
âYou shanks had better never even speak to her again. Understand?â He stares at each of them pointedly with all the authority of a Keeper, and they both nod. With that, Gally walks up to you and ushers you away with a warm, gentle hand on your back protectively.
âYour timing was impeccable,â you say quietly. âThank you.â
âThey wonât bother you again. Iâll make sure of it.â
âI think you already have,â you chuckle.
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Minho is the type of boyfriend whoâŠ.
I can't stop thinking about Minho being the kind of shy boyfriend who, when he's in public, keeps quiet and doesn't touch you too much, but always keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay and happy. But when you're at home or alone, he's so sweet and gentle, smiling silly at you and doing whatever you want.
Minho who doesn't usually call you affectionate names or say "I love you" all the time, but in the morning when he thinks you're still asleep he whispers how much he's in love and how much he loves you. Who wakes you up with a slight smile and says "good morning, my kitten", giving you a kiss on the forehead.
Minho who is extremely needy when he's sick or very tired, wanting to lie next to you all the time, giving you hugs and asking for kisses to help him get better, because for him your kisses are the best medicine.
Minho who isn't much of a talker because he loves to listen to your voice while you talk about your day and the things you like, who loves to sit in silence watching you do even the simplest things because to him you're so beautiful that he could spend eternity just appreciating you.
Minho who won't verbally ask for affection but makes a cute face every time he wants you to hug him, who will always roll his eyes and grimace pretending he doesn't like it when you hug him or shower him with kisses but who secretly loves it when you do.
Minho who will tease you in front of others, calling you needy for always hugging him and wanting his attention, but who would be very sad if you didn't, because he loves being in your arms.
Minho who gives you a little kiss every time he leaves the house or comes back, and who would be hurt if you left without saying goodbye.
Minho who asks you every day if you've eaten and who likes to cook you his favorite foods. Minho who is always trying out new recipes and saving some for you.
Minho who loves to sleep on your lap or with his head resting on your chest while you stroke his head, and who, on days when he's feeling vulnerable or exhausted, asks to be the smaller sleeper while you give him light kisses on the neck.
Minho who always misses you when you're on tour and calls you every day, sometimes just to be quiet or to hear you talk about something. Who secretly takes one of your coats to wear when he misses you so much that he can feel closer to you.
Minho who loves to see you wearing his clothes or accessories but who always teases you about it just for fun and to see you smile.
Minho who has thousands of photos of you with his cats saved on his cell phone, and who carries a cute photo of you in his wallet.
Minho who always looks at you in such a passionate way that it makes you shy, who always kisses you with such passion that it makes your legs weak and your cheeks blush, which makes him laugh softly and kiss your forehead gently.
Minho who loves you very much exactly the way you are and who tries every day to be the best boyfriend in the world for you
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PAIRING: Minho x Reader
WARNINGS: smut, sexual language, link
Minors do not interact
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Minho's thrusts grew deeper and harder as he pushed his girlfriend Y/N's head into the couch cushion. His sweaty grip held tightly to her waist, pulling her closer to him with each powerful stroke.
Y/N's body arched off the couch in response, her moans muffled by the soft material under her lips. The thick fingers of Minho's other hand dug into her shoulder blades, holding her firmly in place as he took what he wanted from her.
âY/N, you're so tight, baby," Minho panted, his hips grinding against her.
"Oh fuck," Y/N whimpered, her nails digging into the couch's fabric as her body shook with pleasure. She could feel the rhythm of Minho's movements deep inside her, the sensation of his hardness filling her completely. Her breathing grew ragged as the climax built within her.
Minho leaned down, his lips just barely touching the sensitive skin of Y/N's neck. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling me inside you, owning you?" he growled, his voice low and husky.
Y/N's response was a strangled moan, her body trembling from the intensity of the moment. Her mind swam with pleasure and desire, clouded by the pressure building deep within her. She clawed at the couch, her nails raking across the fabric as she desperately sought purchase, her body writhing in the throes of her passion.
Her breath came in short gasps, her claws raking against the surface, seeking something, anything to hold onto as she neared the edge.
Minho's hips pound against Y/N's wet, tight pussy as he holds her by the waist with one hand and the other digs into her shoulder blades. His sweat mixes with hers, creating an intimate scent that fills the room. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes around them - their heavy breathing synchronized in the heat of passion.
"Fuck, yes!" Y/N cries out as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the brink. Her eyes roll back in pleasure every time his cock hits that sensitive spot inside her. Every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her toes curl and her stomach clench.
With each powerful stroke, Y/N's breasts bounce enticingly against the couch, leaving a shiny trail of sweat on its surface beneath them. She arches her back further, pushing herself deeper onto Minho's thick shaft, desperate for more contact between their skin. Her gasping moans fill the room while Minho continues his dominating possession of her body.
His teeth graze along the side of her neck, leaving marks that tingle with pleasure as he whispers filthy words in her ear. "You're mine to fuck whenever I want," he growls possessively, "and you love it."
He picks up the pace even more, slamming into Y/N hard and fast now as if proving his point. She groans loudly in response, biting down on her lower lip to stifle some of the sounds escaping from deep inside her throat.
The room echoes with the sound of their needy moans and the wet slap of Minho's body against Y/N's. Sweat drips from his brow and down his chest as he carries on, relentless in his pursuit. He slams into her over and over, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Y/N's nails have left deep indentations in the cushions beneath her, and sweat has gathered on her skin, creating a glistening sheen. Her breathing has become erratic, punctuated by gasps for air between cries of pleasure. Her body is shaking uncontrollably as she nears her climax.
"Minho, fuck! I'm so close!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her pleasure.
Minho looks down into her eyes, watching the desire and need play out in her expression. He can tell she's on the edge, close to coming. He wants to push her over that edge, make her scream his name in pleasure.
He slows down his thrusts, pulling almost completely out before plunging back in deep and hard. She whimpers and clings to him, her nails digging into his skin as she tries to hold on.
"You want it, baby?" he growls, his eyes never leaving her face. "You want me to make you come?" She nods frantically, her chest heaving with each breath. Her eyes are wide and filled with lust.
"Then come for me, Y/N," Minho orders harshly, his breath ragged as he picks up speed again. "Come hard for me, right here and now."
Y/N can't help but obey, her body responding to his command with a ferocity that takes her by surprise. Each thrust brings her closer to the brink, and suddenly, she's there. Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, washing over her in waves of pleasure that scream through her body.
She screams his name at the top of her lungs, her nails digging into the couch as she clings to it with everything she has. Her pussy clenches around him, milking him for every last drop as her orgasm rips through her like a wildfire.
As she rides the wave of her climax, Minho continues to thrust into her, both of them lost in the raw passion of the moment. He growls her name, his voice hoarse with desire as he feels her tight pussy clench around his cock and pulses with her orgasm.
Every thrust sends another wave of pleasure coursing through him, and he knows he's not far away from his own release.
His cock twitches inside her, threatening to burst as her pussy milks him mercilessly. He pumps into her faster and harder, each stroke bringing him closer to his own climax. He can feel the heat building in his balls, the pressure growing with each passing second.
"Oh fuck, Y/N," he groans, his voice echoing off the walls as he pushes himself closer to the edge. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill you up."
Y/N moans in response, her pussy still clenching around him as she rides out her own orgasm.
His thrusts become more erratic as he loses control of his movements, his body wracked with pleasure. The couch creaks in protest beneath them, struggling to hold their weight as they move in tandem.
"Yes, Minho," Y/N cries out, her voice hoarse with need as she grips the cushion behind her, her nails digging in. "Fill me up, baby."
Just when Y/N thinks she can't take any more, Minho's entire body stiffens, and he cries out her name, his hips bucking wildly as he releases within her. His hot seed fills her, spurting inside her in long, powerful bursts.
The sensation sends another wave of pleasure coursing through Y/N, causing her to shake uncontrollably as she rides out her own second climax.
As they lay there, panting heavily with their bodies still intimately connected, Minho slowly pulls out from Y/N's well-used pussy, causing a series of wet, suctioning sounds.
He lazily strokes her inner thighs, letting his fingers graze her sensitive skin, while Y/N curls her fingertips into the couch cushions, trying to hold onto her sense of reality as her body continues to tingle from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm.
âBaby youâre mine now, forever,â Minho whispers hoarsely, kissing her sweat-drenched neck.
Minors do not interact
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kinktober day three
makeup sex minho x fem!reader summary: minho hasn't been the best boyfriend lately, but he wants to make it up to you. warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, soft soft soft sex, unprotected sex 1.3k words
youâre sat at your kitchen table, your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. a mug of coffee between your hands, it's been sitting for so long it's gone cold. the table is littered with tissues and a full bowl of soggy cereal is left completely uneaten.
ây/n.â
you hear a familiar voice call out your name. you never even noticed that someone came through the door. you sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve and turn around.
âget out,â you whisper when you see whoâs standing in your doorway.
ây/n,â minho sighs. âiâm sorry.â
minho walks towards you and you turn around and lay your head on the table. he pulls one of the kitchen chairs up next to you and sits down. he places one of his hands on your back and rubs smalls circles.
ây/n, iâm sorry.â
âi donât want to hear it,â you snap and sit up.Â
minho pulls his arm away quickly and places it in his lap.Â
âyou ignore my calls, my texts, you donât do surprise visits anymore.â you turn to face him. âyou havenât said i love you in two months, two months!â
you begin to cry. minho scoots his chair closer and places one of his hands on your cheek.
ây/n, iâm sorry. you might not believe me, but i am truly sorry. i promised you i would come over last night and i didnât. iâve been distant without reason and i am sorry. so truly sorry.â you can see tears start to form in his eyes, and for a second you almost feel guilty.
âam i not good enough for you?â you ask between choked sobs.
ây/n,â minho says meekly. âdonât ever say that.â
âi canât think of any other reason.â
âiâm scared,â minho confessed. âi am scared to love you. i want to love you and give you everything your heart could ever desire but i am scared. everything iâve ever cared about or love disintegrates before me and i donât want that to happen with you.â
âoh.â
minho wipes a tear from your cheek and leans in to kiss you. you apprehensively kiss him back. he kisses you slow and gentle, continuing to wipe the tears that fall onto your face. he pulls away and connects his forehead to yours.
ây/n, my love, will you ever forgive me?â
you ponder for a second, wondering if you should give him a second chance. his words seem genuine. youâre interrupted from your thoughts by him asking.
âcan i show you how sorry i am and then you can decide?â he slowly caresses your cheek again and plants a kiss on your nose.
âplease,â he cries.
you nod and he stands up from the chair and picks you up bridal style.Â
âyouâre wearing my sweatshirt,â he points out.Â
âmhm, i missed you,â you mumble.
once in your room, minho gently lays you down on your bed. he moves to the end of the bed and starting at your ankles, he slowly kisses his way up your clothed body, whispering an assortment of compliments as he makes his way up.
âyouâre so pretty,â he says as he kisses right below your knee.
âyouâre the soulmate of my dreams,â he whispers, kissing at your stomach.
âi love you more than words can say.â you can feel his warm breath on your neck.
âyouâre my one and only,â he mumbles against your jaw.
âi love you, y/n,â he says before softly pressing a kiss to your lips.Â
youâre quick to interlock your lips to his. his gentle actions and sweet words make tears pool in the corner of your eyes. you cusp both hands around his cheeks and he wraps one of his arms around your lower back to pull you closer to him.
minho is the first to pull away, breathless his whispers, âgod, y/n, i love you so much. iâm so sorry i ever caused you pain.â
you caress your thumbs against his cheeks. âplease, minho, i need you,â you whine.
minho begins to kiss back down your jaw and neck. he leaves several marks along your collarbone and moves down to kiss your lower stomach. he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your pants and gently pulls them down your legs, placing gentle kisses at your exposed skin.
âmin,â you whimper.
âdonât worry, baby, iâm gonna take care of you.â
he places his hands on both your knees and gently parts your legs. he moves himself face to face with your core, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. he places a gentle kiss to your clit and licks a long stripe from your hole to your bud. you moan quietly and your back arches, begging for more. minho wraps one of his arms under your thighs and latches his lips to your clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves.
you moan and whine in response, interlocking your fingers in his hair trying to move him as close as possible. minho moves his unoccupied hand to your hole, gently teasing it with one of his fingers. he pushes the finger in slowly and you moan out in pleasure.
âplease, minho,â you whine.
he slowly begins to fuck his finger in and out of your sopping wet hole. before long, he adds a second and third fingers. you feel yourself quickly coming to your release and you tighten your grip on his hair and slowly rut against his face. minho works slightly faster and hums and moans against your cunt.
âiâm gonna cum,â you moan, rutting against his face uncontrollably.
âmhm,â he responds, not breaking contact from your core.
with a few more thrusts of his thick fingers, your orgasm takes over your body. minhoâs never made you finish more intensely. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arches off the bed, and you can feel your release drip down your thighs. after fucking you through your orgasm, minho starts to lick up the release dripping down your thighs and places one last kiss to your sensitive core before moving back up to attach his lips to yours.
âneed you,â you mumble against his lips.
minho chuckles. âwant me to go again?â
âno, no, no. need you,â you whine, grabbing his hips and pulling them against yours.
âoh, of course, anything for the love of my life,â he says, slowly taking his sweatpants off.
you part your legs for him again and he lines his dick to your core and pushes in slowly. you both moan softly as he pushes himself full inside you. minho balances himself on his knees and grabs one of your legs from the underside of your knee, pushing it back against your body. he slowly slides himself out and back in, the new angle causing you to moan loudly. he moves his unoccupied hand to your clit and rubs small and gentle circles on the already sensitive bud.Â
âs-so good,â you moan, grabbing his forearm with both hands.
minho giggles and starts to thrust faster into you. the overstimulation causes tears to form in your eyes, you can quickly feel the knot form in your stomach again as minho begins to work faster on your clit.Â
âfuck, iâm gonna cum again.â
âcum with me please,â minho moans, pushing your leg even closer to your body and fucks into even faster.
you nod and let your release take over your body once again. minho is quick to follow and you can feel him twitch and paint your walls white. the feeling makes your eyes roll back and toes curl. minho slowly continues to move through both your orgasms. when youâve both calmed down, he gently collapses on top of your body without pulling out and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.
âi love you,â minho whispers, placing one last kiss to your neck.
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[bang chan x reader] // [minho x reader]
Summary: this started out as a "how would bf!skz react to you saying 'it hurts' (or any variation of) during sex" but I got carried away and it turned into just plotless filth.. + writing this for more than 2 members in one night felt like cheating lol (SMUT) ~1k each
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m receiving)... face fucking basically, slapping, spanking, name calling (whore, slut..) + plus lowkey degradation, cum play/swallowing, tying ppl up (??? idk how else to say it sksksk), lowkey mean!Chan but like consensually lowkey mean!Chan, pain in the ass!Minho... I think this is everything? I don't know. Please let me know if I missed anything!! Also 18+ PLS!!! DNI OTHERWISE!!!!
Chan:Â
I'm sorry, but you two already have a safe word so whatever you say besides that, is only going to be used against you.Â
He'd have you pinned down into the mattress with only a pillow under your hips as he fucks himself relentlessly into you. Beads of sweat are rolling off his temples, the bed is shaking, the neighbors can definitely hear everything but still, he shows no signs of slowing down. His thighs are burning and he's almost out of breath, but with every thrust, he goes harder, deeper inside of you and very few things could make him stop at this point.
You don't even know anymore what it is - pain or pleasure, but taking into consideration your trembling legs and the way your cunt greedily swallows him whole every time he forces his cock inside, all you know is that you love it. Still, you're numb and overly stimulated at the same time, making that burning feeling between your legs, no matter how good, a little bit too much.
So you squint your eyes and hide your face down against the bed, scrunching the sheets into your fists as your moans turn into a cry. "Fuck-" you pant, "Fuck, it hurts, ah-"
Chan's thrusts slow down, but he's going just as hard and deep as he leans down to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up with your back against his chest. "What was that?" he asks directly against your ear, "It hurts?"
Your back arches against him as you cry. "Yes.."
"Good" he breathes against your skin before pushing you back down against the mattress. "It's supposed to"Â
This time, he lowers himself too so that you're now trapped between him and the bed, with no way to escape, and he thrives on knowing just how much you love that.
"Chan baby, please" you cry, your cheek pressed into the pillow as you have your head turned to the side.
His panting right above you, his face inches away from yours as his rugged and hot breath fans the side of your neck. "What is it, hm? Tell me, baby girl" he grins.Â
"PleaseâŠ"
"Please what?" he rasps as one of his arms snakes around your body to reach your clit. "Talk to me" he adds, placing a kiss on your shoulder before sinking his teeth into your skin.
Your eyes shut with an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, but you manage to take a deep breath and open your mouth, however not much comes out. "BabyâŠ" you cry.
"What is it, angel?" he chuckles, "Did I fuck you dumb already? Can't even form a sentence for me, my baby?"
You'd say something, the words are there, inside your head, but they're messy, flying around and neither of them agrees to go past your lips. So you just nod. Pathetically.
"My dumb, little girl" he coos while thrusting into you. "So drunk for my cock, aren't you? But you like it like that, just laying there while I have my way with you? Tell me"
Again, all you can do is nod.Â
"Good, baby" he says and pushes the hair away from the back of your neck so he can kiss you, right before pushing himself back up again. "Make me cum, doll, come on"Â
Not that you could answer, let alone actually move a muscle, but Chan doesn't care. He digs his fingers into your hips and guides your entire body up and down on his cock, all your weight as if nothing in his arms. He'll feel the burn tomorrow because right now, he can't stop for the world.Â
Once he resumes his pace, hitting all the right spots at just the right angle, you barely manage to give him a warning before your legs start to shake. "God, I'm so close, so-" you pant, "Fuck"
"Cum for me" he urges you, "make a mess on my cock, princess, come on"
So intoxicated for him, from the way he held you to the literal feeling of every vein of his cock against your walls, your orgasm comes crashing down on you in waves. And yet, somehow, it wakes you up a bit.
"Chan" you extend an arm back towards him, "Stop, stop, stop, please!" Normally, those words wouldn't deter him, but your voice sounds serious enough for him to quirk an eyebrow. "Stop, please"
"What's-"
"Pull out please, I want you to cum in my mouth"
As if he wasn't close enough anyway, he had to take a moment to contain himself. His movements halt, for just a second, before he slowly and painfully pulls out. "Fuck, I thought something happened, but you're just a fucking slut for me"
You proudly nod and then feel yourself get yanked to the side, falling back onto your back, as Chan settles with his knees on either side of your head.
He's pumping himself into his hand, and you take that as the biggest insult in the world - when your perfectly good mouth is just inches away? Without hesitation, you swat his hands away and push yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around his head.Â
A hiss of relief breaks from his throat before he fists your roots into his own hand. He's guiding your movements, fast and shallow, until he looks down to meet your eyes and knows he can push further. Next thing you know, he's leaning forward, prompting his weight on his free hand as his cock goes all the way down your throat, completely cutting off your air supply.Â
Your arms are around his clenched thighs, your legs flailing around as you struggle against the tears in the back of your eyes, but it is very clear to the both of you who's going to win this competition.Â
"Fucking made to take my cock down your throat, princess" he breathes, pulling out of your mouth and finishing himself off with his hand.
In a second, his cum lands on your tongue, your eyes on his' the entire time. He's all red, his hair is a mess - wet and curly, he can barely breathe and all the air in his lungs comes only in the form of the sweetest, most perfect moans.Â
"Fuck, fuck-" he cries again as the last drops leak out of his tip.Â
When he looks down, you're already swallowing his cum, and gathering with your fingers the mess he made on your cheeks, on your chin and on your neck.Â
"Jesus-" Chan breathes out as he falls down next to you. With the last ounces of energy left in his body, he pulls you against him, his lips instantly finding yours.Â
Earlier, you could taste yourself on his cock. Now, he can taste himself on your lips. And neither of you wants to stop.Â
Minho:
This man is kinky. He knows everything and owns every sex toy. Every other week he comes up with new things to try, he's extremely careful, incredibly good with communication and always knows what he's doing. Despite all of this, pain is never the focus. He doesn't get off on pain, it doesn't matter that it's a completely safe and controlled environment, pain - in whatever shape or form, has no place during sex. He'd much rather over-stimulate you, not let you cum, hear you cry and beg for him, and every time you do something that could potentially hurt, like slapping or pulling your hair, he knows your limit very well and never crosses it. HOWEVER. However, everything adjacent to actual sex, is a whole different story. He'll take advantage of your low pain threshold and just use it in his favor.Â
One day, he's on top of you, working his expert knots around your wrists as he ties your arms to the bedpost. "Ouch-" you flinch, "That hurts a bit"
"What?" he looks down at you, faux worry on his features. He knows very well what you're doing. "Is it too tight, doll?"
You just nod.
"I'm sorry" he grins and pulls on the rope, harshly securing your hands into place. "Nothing I can do about that"
Or. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, with you sprawled across his lap. He's still fully clothed while you're completely naked, ass already red and covered in his hand prints.Â
"God, Minho, it hurts!" you whine, turning around to grab his hand and stop him from continuing.
"Well, it hurt me too" he swats your hand away and leans down on his elbow to be at the same level with you. "How do you think I felt when you came from that vibrator only? My dick wasn't even out of my pants yet. It hurt me, doll"
"You put the vibrator there!" you try to counter but he settles back into his spot and shuts you up with another rough slap against your already sore buttcheek. "Fuck!" you cry out in defeat, little giggles escaping your lips before you manage to hide your face into the sheets.
"You promised you wouldn't cum. It's not my fault"
"I promised I'd try!"
"You're a strong woman, Y/n, you can do anything you set your mind to" he chuckles as he spanks you again, taking the time to enjoy your whimpers before continuing. "I think you just didn't try hard enough. Or maybe you did it on purpose"
"Oh, for fuck's sake" you cry, but the simple fact that you can't manage to hide your amusement makes your words mean absolutely nothing to him. So he goes again, slapping your ass and also sinking his fingers into your already traumatized flesh. "Fuck, Minho, it hurts so bad!"
"What? This?" he laughs and spanks you again.
At this point, you're kicking your feet and hiding your face into the nearest pillow, yet still wiggling your ass in his face, clearly letting him know you haven't had enough yet.
"It's ok, doll" he cooes, and rubs his hand up and down your back. "I don't want to do this, you're making me do it. You just need to apologize to me"
"I'm sorryâŠ"
"Look at me while you're saying it, baby" he demands.
You turn around a bit, just so you can see his face, but while you're almost entirely successful in hiding your amusement, Minho doesn't even seem to be trying. He's all a smile, very clearly enjoying this a bit too much. "I'm sorry, Minho, can you please forgive me?" you pout.
He thinks about it for a second and then grins, "No"
You're about to comment, but he spanks you again, so all you can do is whimper and rub your thighs together. "Please, I'm begging you!"
"If you so badly want me to stop, why is your cunt so wet, hm?" he asks, trailing his fingers up and down your opening a few times before shoving his fingers inside you with absolutely no warning.
Moaning, and trying to grind your pussy back against his hand, you hide your face into your shoulder and mumble "From the vibrator"
You have no idea if he heard you or not, but you know damn well he'd never let that kind of sarcasm pass.Â
"Y/n?" he calls, twisting his fingers inside of you and stretching your walls.
"Yes"
"Are you going to be whore for me and cum on my fingers, baby?"
"Can I?"
"Of course you can" he nods and picks up his pace, knowing very well how close you were to a second orgasm. "But I hope you know that I'm still going to fuck you afterwards, will you be able to take it?"
You try to whimper something, but all that comes out is just a little moan.
"You sure, doll?" he asks, pressing his thumb against your clit as he starts pumping his fingers into you harder and faster. "Three rounds? Isn't that too much for your little cunt?"
"Nuh-uh"
"Nuh-uh, what? Use your words, baby"
"No," you swallow, "It's not too much⊠please"
"Please? Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Minho"
"Well if you ask so nicelyâŠ"
#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#bang chan smut#lee know smut#stray kids imagines#bang chan imagines#lee know imagines#stray kids smut#skz imagines#skz smut#minho x reader#minho smut#minho imagine
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pairing ||Â minho x reader summary || the first i love you.
the argument that started hours ago ended when you forced minho to sit on the couch and talk it through. yet, you were the one who didn't move to your normal spot on the couch next to him. instead it felt like you were on purposefully sitting as far away from him as possible without making it too obvious. minho hated it. hated the way you picked at your nails, clearly in your own head.
was he too selfish in his compromise? the only thing he had wanted was for you to be more present and less on your phone. part of him knew that it was a crutch for you to fall back on when the voices were overwhelming in your head. it was when you moved to bite your nail that something in him snapped.
not in the way of being mad, no it was something more. a feeling that was bubbling to get out of his chest. 'baby', minho called softly trying to pull you out of wherever you disappeared to. there's a heavy moment before you sigh and bring your hand back to your lap.
it was taking everything in him to not crawl over the pile of blankets that sat between you two before he said 'i love you.' he says it with such determination that it comes out as harsher than he was expecting. 'i love you.' he said again, softer this time, eyes locked on you.
he watches the bob of your throat as you swallow, the shifting of your head to face him. the slight pout on your lips as your eyes lined with tears he didn't mean to make come.
'i really love you.' he said again trying to feel his words. 'you're it for me. always. forever,' he adds extending his hand out to you.
in the blink of an eye, you launch yourself from the spot on the couch into his arms, burying your face in his chest. there was a hundred more things that danced on the top of minho's tongue. the small hiccup that escaped your lips was enough to know tonight you just needed to held in his embrace, those other thoughts, they can come tomorrow when your limbs are tangled in his bed. 'i love you too,' you mumbled pulling him somehow even closer to you.
|| from mina with love âĄÂ ËââșËł ââ just wanted to write something and this is what came to me. thank you for reading! âĄ
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â Stray Kids Daily BFF Texts.
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PAIRING : bff!stray kids o8 x gender neutral reader
GENRE : fluff, crack behavior
WARNINGS : mentions of food, playful teasing, insults, bickering
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#stray kids#skz smau#stray kids smau#skz#hyunjin#minho#skz imagine#stray kids imagine#stray kids fake texts#skz fake texts#chan#changbin#felix#seungmin#hyunjin imagine#minho imagine#felix imagine#changbin imagine
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âĄÂ â bf!stray kids reaction to you wearing another member's sweatshirt
warning(s): swearing, joking mentions of breaking up, joking mentions of stroke in hyunjin's part again, lmk if I missed something it's never my intention to upset my lovely readers đÂ
request: hi!! I ws hoping you could do a skz text reaction to them seeing you wear another members sweatshirt? I think it would be so cute to see them kind of jealous. thank you!
#8530D1 ⊠stray kids masterlist
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getting over it â lmh
pairing. minho x gn!9th member!reader
format. drabble?
word count. 0.6k
synopsis. you really shouldnât be crushing on one of your members. but when it comes to lee minho, how can you ever help yourself?
from your spot on the shiny dance practice floor, you can see the slight pinch in minhoâs expression. itâs the smallest hint of a furrow in his eyebrows, the squint of his eyesâan expression of determined focus. youâve observed him long enough to recognize it: heâs studying himself in his mind, going over the parts in the choreography that looked awkward and making mental notes to fix his positioning. these are the moments when minhoâs dance background seems apparent. when the rest of your members collapse on the couch or the floor, their faces red and their breathing erratic, minho is still glued to perfecting himself.Â
itâs admirable. you watch him in fascination, like itâs an honor to train with an idol like him, despite having trained with him since stray kidsâs pre-debut days. but you canât help but admire him.
and see, youâve gotten good at pretending you see minho the same way you see the rest of your members, that the love you have for him is just that same undeniable love you have for them that draws a line at the platonic.Â
because, of course, youâre best friends. all of the sleepless nights you spent sharing your deep anxieties and confessions on the floor of your dorm, all the afternoon lunches where you doubled over in laughter at the stupidest jokes, all the too-early mornings backstage at m countdown taking photos of each other falling asleep in the makeup chairsâthey all count for something, no doubt about that. this is minho, your dear friend who youâd take a bullet for and who would do the same for you (and later find any way to bring up the fact he took a bullet for you and that you were indebted to him).
but this is also minho, with his bright, gleaming eyes and teasing smile and whole-hearted laughter. minho, who stops to pet every cat he comes across and never lets a mealtime pass without asking you if you ate and pokes fun at all his members but would never let them get hurt.Â
minho, who will look at you one day in his perfectly-styled hair and just-tight-enough outfit on stage or put his hand on your back to guide you through a crowd or wear a stupid determined expression on his face during dance practice and suddenly make your chest clench in a way that just a âbest friendâ couldnât.Â
but youâve gotten good at ignoring that nagging affection because you have to. you canât afford to be catching feeling for your members, there exists simply far too many ways for it to go wrong. in fact, being rejected would be the best case scenario because it would avoid the endless trials of attempting to secretly date in a profession where secrets are a rare luxury. but thereâs no point in even thinking about dating because it canât happen. you know this. chan knows this when, one night, you two got a bit tipsy and you let your attraction to minho slip and chan immediately advised you to get it under control. you know. you know, you know, you know.Â
but you watch him from your spot on the floor as he runs a hand through his hair and pushes it back, licks his lips, and subtly stretches his neck and, fuck, itâs hard to keep it under control.Â
youâll get over it, you swear you will. no, you promise you will. but is it too much to ask to just have this for a little longer? canât you just watch him for a little longer?
but then he rises from his seat, claps his hands together, and instructs another run-through. as your members groan a bit and start to get up from the couch and the floor, minho catches your gaze and gives you a small, encouraging smile thatâs equally friendly and endlessly affectionate.
youâll get over it. eventually.
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Hiii, I love your firsts series with Adam warlock and wanted to ask if you could do something like that with Minho? Because I saw you write for him too so I wabre to ask but if not thatâs totally okey too! I donât want to pressure you! Have a nice day!
Tease
Minho x Reader
Summary: the first time Minho admits heâs attracted to y/n
Warnings: nothing! You do get sassy asshole Minho & protective Minho (and a hint of soft Minho, if you squint) in one fic tho hehe.
A/N: A little break from the Adam fics with some Minho content! Shoutout to @theblaxkbird for requesting :) wasnât sure if you wanted it sweet or a little spicier, so I kept it light! It is kind of long [& by kind of I mean very] tho oops sorry. If anyone wants more Minho content feel free to send in requests! Enjoy :)
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The first time y/n met Minho he was⊠well, insufferable. She arrived in the glade a month after he and the first group of gladers did, & was the first and only woman there. The other boys were either kind to her or afraid of herâ either way, they looked out for her and catered to her needs. But Minho? Was an ass.
While the other boys helped pull her out of the box & introduced themselves with a smile, clearly excited to see a girl join the group, Minho led with his famous eye roll & a turn of his heel, walking away in a huff.
Newt apologized on behalf of his friend, explaining to y/n that he wasnât normally like that, although they had been through a lot in the last month.
As the weeks went by, Minho made it a point to pick on her & tease her, every chance he got, and when he wasnât doing that, he was simply pretending she didnât exist.
âOw! Um, excuse you,â y/n called after Minho when he aggressively bumped her shoulder, cutting her in line. Minho picked up a plate silently, unphased by the irritated girl standing behind him.
Newt rolled his eyes from a few places back. âCâmon Minho, youâre gonna cut in front of the lady?â
âUh, no, Iâm not gonna, âcause I already did,â Minho said, looking at his friend from over his shoulder.
Y/n rolled her eyes & swatted the air in dismissal. âItâs fine, Newt.â
After getting her food, y/n plopped down on the soft field a few metres from the Homestead, taking in the warmth of the high noon sun. She ate in comfortable silence, grateful to have a moment to herself in her day surrounded by rowdy boys.
Her comfortable silence was quickly broken by an uproar from the homestead. A chorus of voices erupted, indecipherable. She squinted through the sun, trying to see if she could spot the reason for the ruckus. It died down momentarily, and y/n got up to begin making her way over.
As she approached, Alby stomped out the door with incoherent shouts spilling from his lips, dragging Minho by the arm. Gally followed closely behind, Newt holding him back. It looked like there was a gash across his cheek.
Y/n rolled her eyes.
Why am I not surprised?
She turned around & returned to her spot, watching Alby scold Minho from a distance before leaving him sitting on the grass, ripping it from its roots like a child on time-out. She chuckled to herself, thinking how he was finally getting what he deserved. Then, from her peripherals, y/n saw Minho stand up & make his way over.
Crap.
âWhatcha doing out here?â he asked, hands in his pockets, a large bruise visible on his cheek now that he was closer. His tone didnât seem hostile for once, but y/n wasnât going to give him the opportunity to get there.
âWhat are you doing out here? Tired of getting your ass kicked in there?â
Minho rolled his eyes & plopped down beside her. âYou still mad I cut you in line?â He rested his forearms on his knees, his toned muscles peeking out from under his rolled up sleeves.
Oh, god, there is no way this shuckface is gonna disrespect me, act like all heâs done is cut me in line, & then come flaunting his stupid muscles under his tight shirt.
Y/n stood up with a scoff, walking back to the Homestead. The last thing she had was energy to deal with Minho today.
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âWhatâs wrong, luv?â Newt said as he approached y/n. âWhatâs gotcha sittinâ in a bloody corner all by yourself?â
Y/n crossed her arms. âTake a bloody guess.â
The Brit sat down across her. âYâknow, heâs not so bad.â
âAll heâs done since I got here is bug me!â
Newt shrugged. âSo he likes to tease. He also just took a punch for you.â
Y/n sat up. âHe what?â
Newt raised an eyebrow. âHe didnât tell you? I saw him walk over to you outside to I assumed he came over to brag about it. The bugger almost got thrown in the slammer for yaâ
âNewt, tell me what happened.â
Newt explained how as she walked outside, Gally made an inappropriate comment about her ass. To everyoneâs surprise, Minho warned Gally not to talk about y/n like that again, but instead of apologizing, Gally commented something even more crude (something along the lines of âIâd like to stick it up thereâ, complete with gestures according to Newt). Thatâs when Minho really surprised them, lunging at Gally & tackling him to the ground. Gally got in one good punch before Alby finally lifted Minho off of him.
âDonât worry, Minho definitely got more hits in than Gally did,â Newt informed. âBut he was bloody riled up. Ya might wanna talk to him.â
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When y/n found Minho he was laying in his hammock facing away from her, tossing a rock up & down. He paused for a moment, holding the rock still between his index finger and his thumb, as if sensing her presence, & then resumed just as quickly, as if dismissing it.
âMinho?â
âWhaddaya want, shuckface?â
Y/n rolled her eyes at the nickname & trudged over to stand in front of him.
âI brought you an ice pack,â she said, holding it out for him to take. Minho eyed the ice pack, then her, then the ice pack again, before returning his attention to the rock in his hand.
Y/n rolled her eyes for the second time in 2 minutes. When he didnât take the ice pack, she walked over to the other side of the hammock & placed it on his cheek herself.
As soon as the cold touched his skin, Minho glanced at her without turning his head, an eyebrow raised in question.
âY/n, what the hell are you doing?â
âOh, so you do know my name. I was beginning to think you actually thought my name was shuckface.â
âDamn, shuckface,â Minho emphasized the word & smirked at the eye roll it triggered. âWhy you so sensitive today?â
Y/n laughed. âMe? Slim it Minho, Iâm not the one who got into a fight over a comment. Hell, if I was as sensitive as your shuck ass weâd be in a fist fight every day.â
Minho groaned in frustration and mumbled to himself. âOf course Newt had to tell youâŠâ Sitting up, he snatched the ice pack from her and began to play with it in place of his rock. âWell, I wasnât gonna let him talk about you like that.â
âWhy not? You talk about me like that all the time.â
Minho wrinkled his nose in distaste for her words. âYou think I talk about you like that? I like to tease you, shuckface, not talk about you like some easy skank.â He tilted his head to look at her & shrugged. âAnd you know I donât actually mean the klunk I say. I just like when you react, ya shank.â
When her brows furrowed with confusion, he realized she did not, in fact, know that.
âWait, did you think I was serious? When Iâd tease you?â
Y/n threw her hands up in exasperation. âWell, I donât know, Minho! How was I supposed to know you didnât actually hate me when the second I stepped foot in the Glade you just rolled your eyes & turned around? You didnât even bother introducing yourself! I had to get your name from Newt as he apologized for you!â
Minho smirked playfully. âAw, was the little greenie upset I didnât give her attention?â
âSlim it, Minho.â Y/n began to walk away. âI dunno why I wasted my time coming here.â
Minho grabbed her wrist. His hand was cold from the ice pack heâd been holding. âY/n, wait.â
The boy sighed as he pulled her forward to face him again. His head was tilted down but his eyes looked up at her, as if he was embarrassed.
âLook, Iâm sorry for ignoring you when you first arrived.â Y/nâs eyebrows shot up in disbelief.
Did he just apologize?
Minho continued. âYouâre the only girl in a field of dudes. And letâs be real, youâre attractive. Clearly whoever sent us here knows my type. And when you arrived, ya know, weâd only been here a month, we were just getting things into routine, getting a structure kicked inâ things were just starting to get⊠normal.â
He laid back down in his hammock again, hands behind his head as he regained his confident composure, attempting to mask the substance of his words with nonchalance.
âNot to brag, but Iâd already started to build a reputation as a strong leader, & I knew a lotta those shanks out there looked up to me. So when you showed up, I just didnât wanna get⊠distracted. But I shouldâve been more welcoming. Iâm sorry. And if you were actually upset about me teasing you this whole time you shoulda said somethinâ, shuckface, âcause I just didnât know.â
âNow wait just a damn second,â y/n said, putting her hands on her hips. âAre you telling me the whole reason youâve been acting like an ass is because youâre attracted to me?â
âNo, Iâm telling you I didnât want to be distracted by you.â He began tossing the rock again.
âBecause youâre attracted me.â
âAm not.â
âYou literally just said Iâm your type.â
âMm, is that what I said, though?â
âMinho!â Y/n punched him playfully and he reacted in mock hurt.
âOuch! A girl who packs a punch? Maybe you are my type after all,â he teased.
Y/n looked him up & down, as if measuring what she was working with, then replied with a smirk. âGood.â
With that, she walked away, Minhoâs eyes trailing behind her. Before she was out of sight he called after her.
âThanks for the ice pack!â
Without looking back she shouted her reply, amusement playing on her lips.
âYouâre welcome, shuckface.â
#i love him I miss him I havenât thought about him in so long#i need to reread/rewatch tmr#minho#tmr minho#minho tmr#minho x reader#tmr minho x reader#minho x reader tmr#minho imagine#minho smut#minho imagines#minho tmr imagine#tmr minho imagine#tmr#the maze runner#the glade#thomas tmr#tmr newt#tmr x reader#tmr thomas#tmr gally#tmr fanfiction#tmr fandom#long fic
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Stuffed Full ~ LMH & HJS
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WORD COUNT: 1.9KÂ
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GENRE: established relationships, anniversary,poly relationship, threesome, sweet, SMUT MINORS DNI, the boys taking care of their girl, hand necklaces, anal, double pen, unprotected
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PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Jisung
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Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2024
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MASTERLIST
The sound of the hotel room door softly clicking shut echoed in the quiet space, your eyes darted around at the room that the three of you were going to be calling home for the next two nights. It was perfect.
It was luxurious yet cosy, the kind of place youâd expect for a special getaway, which is exactly what the boys had planned for you. There was a huge, king-sized bed sitting in the centre of the room, draped in crisp white sheets with plush pillows scattered across the headboard. There were even rose petals scattered around on the bed making your heart flutter a little.
"Look at the tub," you whine heading into the adjoining room, which you had just walked into, there was a large bathtub sitting to one side, surrounded by candles, their flickering flames creating soft, dancing shadows on the walls. There were even fresh towels, folded neatly, and stacked on the counter, next to a vase of white lilies.
"I think I might want to live here." Jisung mumbles as he walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, letting out a small sigh of relief.
"I might join." You giggle a little and Minho smirks from behind you, snapping a photo of his two favourite people together, at this point his camera roll was only you and his cats back home.
"Expensive life," Minho smirked as he thought back on how much the hotel room had actually cost the three of you, but all of it was worth it for your one-year anniversary. The three of you had spent the entire day together, exploring the city, laughing, and taking in the sights. But now, as the evening settled in, the anticipation in the air was undeniable.
"I'm trying out the bed!" Jisung yelled before running off and back into the bedroom. You watched and smirked as he collapsed onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, his usual playful energy tinged with exhaustion. Minho smirked placing a soft kiss on your temple and you relaxed against him.
"I canât believe we walked so much," Jisug groaned, sprawling out as if the bed had been his goal all along. Minho chuckled, rolling his eyes as he kicked off his shoes,
"You say that every time, Jisung. Yet somehow, youâre always the one dragging us to one more place." He leaned back against the wall, his eyes flickering between you and Jisung, a soft smile playing on his lips.
You stood by the door, heart racing as you glanced at the two of them, this was perfection to you. This was your version of heaven right now.
Jisungâs adorable antics and Minhoâs laid-back charm were enough to make anyoneâs heart flutter, but you had something special planned tonight. You had been thinking about it all day, and now that the moment had come, you couldnât help the smile that crept across your face.
"Hey," you said softly, grabbing their attention. Both of them looked up at you, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. Jisung raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly.
"Whatâs up?" You bit your lip, eyes sparkling as you stepped forward slowly. You wondered how all of this was going to go down.
But it was your one year together and you knew they'd been wanting to try something for a while, something you'd had to train for and you were finally ready.
"I have something to show you," you murmured, letting the words roll off your tongue in a tone that was just suggestive enough to get their full attention. Minhoâs gaze sharpened, intrigued. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head.
"Oh? What kind of âsomethingâ?" Without answering, you turned around to close the bathroom door so that they couldn't follow you inside.
"What do you think it is?" Jisung whispered as Minho joined him on the bed, both of them had their eyes trained on the door waiting for you to come back out and show them what it was that you had to show them.
"A new set? She went shopping the other day." Minho shrugged a little as his imagination began to run wild at all of the things you could have done for them. But none of them would ever come close to the truth.
After a while, you came back into the room wearing nothing but some crotchless panties and a bra to match it,
"Damn, look at you. Your thighs are already shiny from how wet you are...do we make you that turned on?" Jisung smirks, his cocky attitude coming out of nowhere and almost giving you whiplash.
"I wanna show you, what I've been doing." You whisper as you turned around, bending over so that they had a perfect view of your ass, or much rather, what was in your ass.
"Fuck-"
"Princess," They both moaned out in sync as they saw the silver plug sticking inside of you with the pink heart-shaped diamond. You bite your lip and blush as you reach behind and start toying with it, small moans fluttering out of your lips as you do so.
Minho licked his lips like a beast ready to pounce on you and Jisung rubbed himself through his sweats, his hard cock already hurting at the sight of you.
"You ready for us both, huh princess?" Minho asked as he slowly got up from the bed and walked over, kneeling behind you and gently touching the plug. You let a small moan and nodded your head,
"Please." you practically begged before Minho crashed his lips to yours. Jisung's finding their way to your neck as he sucked and bit all over your exposed skin.
Soon clothes were lost, the boys were naked and you were laid down on the bed looking up at them as Jisung slowly slid out the plug from your ass, moaning as he saw you clenching around nothing.
"Fuck, puppy. I don't know how long I'll last in there," he smirks as he reaches down to the bag you'd given them and grabs the lube. Wasting no time he began to squirt some onto your already waiting hole and all over his cock, which twitched from the small touches.
"You're sure you're ready for this princess?" Minho asked as he placed small kisses up your neck, and you whimpered nodding your head.
The boys exchanged a look before they moved you to have you laying on your side, and Minho hitched your leg up pulling it to rest on his hip, smirking down at you.
"you're so beautiful like this for us," He whispers as he taps the head of his cock against your cunt, you whined at him impatiently before he pushed up into your wet pussy making you moan out loudly. Once he was deep inside you, you felt Jisung push into you and an unhinged noise fell out of your mouth as he stretched you further than you thought humanly possible. The two of them stopped and looked down at you, neither of them proceeding until they knew you were okay,
âYou doing okay, Princess?â Minho asked you softly, Jisung softly rubbed your side with his thumb and you screwed your eyes shut for a second. It was a little too much, they were pulling you apart, and yet it felt too good as you stretched around the two of them. Parts of you were humming with pleasure that you didnât even know existed and you whimpered a little.
âAre you alright?â Minho demanded gripping your jaw tightly and bringing your face to his, there was no way he was going to go through with this if it meant you were going to be in pain the whole time. You opened your eyes and let out a breath you didnât realise youâd been holding.
âItâs a lot. But itâs good f-fuck, Minho, it's really good.â You answered but no one moved, you rocked your hips a little only for Minho to pin you down and stare at you. Minho gave you a stern look trying to make sure you werenât lying, his fingers brushed your clit and your whole body spasmed, a loud moan escaping your lips. Jisung pushed himself further and you were trying not to cry again.
âF-Fucking hell, Thatâs tight, puppy, Minho sheâs so tight.â Jisung took a strong grip on your breast and Minho practically growled as he felt your pussy clench around him.
They moved in and out of you with a competitive nature that had your body singing as you arched toward Minho, your ass clenching around Jisung as he grunted loudly, his hips snapping at a brutal pace but the pain was gone and replaced with pleasure. You felt so full from both of them and you couldn't stop as the screams of ecstasy left your throat.
Jisungâs fingers wrapped around your neck and bent down to your ear,
"Such a good fucking puppy, taking both of us like a good girl," He grunts, looking up at Minho who was blushing a little thrusting roughly in and out of you.
âI need moreâ You choked out, reaching down to rub your own clit but Minho quickly replaced your fingers and chuckled softly as he looked at Jisung.
âIâm not coming till I feel that tight ass clench around me again puppy,â Jisung said and Minho moaned out, nodding his head in agreement. His fingers started making steady circles on your clit, your body arched, your moans getting louder with each pound of their hips.
âThatâs it, princess, clench down nice and tight like a good slut.â Minho said through gritted teeth and thatâs all it took to take you over the edge. You felt your body tremble as your orgasm hit you like a brick wall. Your nails clutched into the sheets ripping them as you came loudly and violently around them both.
"S-Shit, puppy...I-I'm gonna-" Jisung barely had time to finish what he was saying before bottoming out inside of your ass and cumming into you, your whimpers turning strained as you glanced at him. Minho grunted as he looked at you both,
"Y-You're both so fucking hot." He grunts loudly before emptying inside of you.
A whine of protest left your throat as you felt them both pull free of you, you glanced at them and Minho said something to Jisung before getting up. You hated the feeling of them leaving you, but warm arms quickly engulfed your frame.
âDid we hurt you love?â Minho asked and you shook your head. He gently ran his fingers over your forehead, your eyes struggling to stay open as you fell limp against him.
âI think sheâs just overwhelmed. That was a lot for a little lady.â Jisung said as he carefully began cleaning you up with a warm wet cloth you hadn't realised he'd gone to get just yet.
"Hmm, you have to pee princess." Minho reminded you, not wanting you to get a UTI if you didn't take proper care of yourself.
Somehow you'd managed to make it to the toilet and back into bed but you quickly fell asleep against their chests.
You woke up at some point in the evening to shift yourself realising that theyâd managed to fall asleep around you, Minho on one side and Jisung on the other. Both of them were covered in small bite marks you'd given to each other and you giggled a little.
"Princess, sleep." Minho scolded when he felt you moving around in the bed. Jisung humed in agreement, wrapping an arm around your waist. It didn't take long for you to fall back asleep wondering when the next time you could try that out again would be.
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(The Maze Runner) You Protect Him
Thomas: It further seals the bond between the two of you. He already admired you, but you jumping in to defend him in a Glade scuffle made him realize you really had his back. Trouble seems to follow him where he goes and occasionally rear it ugly head, so he's always appreciative of those who care enough about him to defend him.
Newt: He gets all grumpy over the fact that you put yourself anywhere in the vicinity of danger to protect him. He is rather impressed seeing you stand your ground, but it's pretty much overruled by the reality that you could've been hurt.
Minho: He thinks he can handle himself, but he has to admit he finds it amazing to see you step in on his behalf to protect him. He warns you about inserting yourself into a dangerous situation, but it's said affectionately. He can't help but be impressed.
Gally: He is so torn between being absolutely impressed and also grouchy that you put yourself in harm's way and also hurt pride over the fact that you felt the need to protect him in the first place. He goes from staring at you wide-eyed to frowning to downright complaining. He may even get petty. Even so, part of him feels even more respect for you.
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"đ«đđ'đ đ«đ đ»đđđ đđ đŽđ" (đłđđ đŽđđđđ)
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Warning: smut (Minors Do Not Interact)
Paring-Hyung line x reader-
-Favorite position -
Chan (Reverse cowgirl)
He enjoys pressing his hips up against you, grinding down on your wet pussy as you ride him, it's the way your breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, how your nipples scrape against his chest. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming. He breathes heavily, his eyes locked on your round ass cheeks as they gently sway from side to side.
His hands grab onto your thighs and pull you closer to him, digging into your flesh just slightly. His cock throbs inside of you, filling you up completely with each hard thrust.
"Oh fuck, yeah," he moans, his voice guttural as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. His fingers trail up your thighs, tracing delicate patterns on your skin before eventually finding their way to your clit.
Rubbing it in circles, he feels a shiver course through your body. Chan smiles to himself, knowing that he has the power to make you feel this way, to bring you so close to the edge of ecstasy just with his touch.
His hips pick up speed, slamming into you with a force that makes the headboard hit the wall. Your walls clench around him and Chan groans lustrously as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his peak.
"I'm gonna cum," he growls against your ear, his ragged breath hot against your sensitive skin. "I'm gonna cum inside of you." With a final thrust, Chan's orgasm washes over him, his cock twitching inside of you as he empties his seed deep within you.
Minho (Doggy style)
It allowed him to feel in control. he liked the power of dominating his you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he guided your movements to match his own relentless pace.
There was something primal and animalistic about it that appealed to his inner desires, a primal need to mark his territory and leave a lasting impression on you. he relished in the moans and whimpers you would let out as his hips slammed against yours, driving himself deeper and deeper within.
âTell me you like it,â Minho growled in your ear, his voice husky with desire. âtell me how much you love it when i take you like this.â you moaned in response, unable to form any coherent words as the pleasure consumed you both. your nails dug into the sheets, your body trembling with every powerful thrust.
Minho grinned in response, spurring him on to go even harder. he could feel himself getting close, the tension coiling in the base of his spine.
âThatâs it, love,â he groaned, his pace increasing even more. âcome for me. I want to feel you come apart around my cock.â
The words sent you over the edge, and your orgasm washed over you like a wave crashing against the shore - powerful and consuming. Your muscles clenched around Minho's shaft, milking him for all he was worth as he too tumbled over the edge with a shout. he held onto your hips tightly as he came inside of you, both of them shaking in the aftermath of their shared release.
Changbin (Wall)
He feels in control while still being able to penetrate deeply. He takes his time, slowly entering and withdrawing from your tight heat, savoring every moan and gasp that escapes your lips. He rests his hands on your hips, guiding you to the perfect angle, angling his hips just right to hit all the right spots.
Changbin's thick girth stretches you open, claiming you with each and every thrust. "You feel so good," Changbin growls into your ear, placing a biting kiss on your neck, "like you were made for me."
His words send shivers down your spine, a wave of pleasure washing over you. Slowly but surely, Changbin picks up the pace, pounding into you with more force, making your bodies smack together with a wet slapping noise. Your moans grow louder, your orgasm building with each deep thrust.
"Chang-bin," you moan, his name coming out in a drawn-out whimper, "I'm close, I'm so close." "That's it," he pants, "cum for me baby, cum on my cock." His words push you over the edge and you cum hard, your inner walls clenching around him and milking his length.Changbin groans, his hips stilling as he releases himself inside you, filling you up with his warm cum.
Hyunjin (Spooing)
He wants to feel close and connected to you while still maintaining a sense of dominance. He enjoys the intimacy of being behind you, with your bodies pressed together, but also likes the control he has over the pace and depth of penetration.
This position enables him to caress and kiss the back of your neck, which he finds sensual and arousing. Hyunjin also appreciates the opportunity to whisper dirty words into your ear, something he knows can be a turn-on for you.
âI love feeling every inch of you, wrapped around me so tight,â he pants, his voice a low growl against your skin. His hands grasp your hips, guiding you into a rhythm that has you both moaning.
âYou feel so good, so damn good...â is fingers trail up your stomach, teasingly brushing against your sensitive nipples before leaving you aching for more. As the pleasure builds, he nibbles on the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Hyunjin knows how much you love his possessive touches and doesnât disappoint, biting down gently just enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to break the skin.
He wants you to remember this night, to feel him inside you even after heâs gone. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined panting and the wet, slick noises of their movements.
Suddenly, Hyunjin reaches around and slips a finger between your legs, massaging your clit in time with his thrusts. âCum for me,â he commands, his voice husky and demanding. âI want to feel you coming apart around me.â His words send you over the edge, and you do as he says, your orgasm crashing over you in waves as your muscles involuntarily tighten around him.
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skz - lee know boyfriend texts
pairing: lee minho x reader warnings: crack, fluff, reader has long enough hair to braid summary: texts with your boyfriend lee know screenshot count: 5
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