#but NSC definitely didn't see that face

[frouponical]

Similar expression? I'm not saying they're the same but CNK looks at KJW the same way KJW looks at NSC and i think that's beautiful

EDIT: OH!!!

not being subtle now are they? (says I who didn't notice until it was pointed out by @existingingrey)

[kpop---scenarios]

Misery Loves Company (3)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Warning: Smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Word Count: 1.8k

Everything Taglist: @wife2straykidss @piscesrising01 @baby-stay92 @kisses-too-the-moon

@dwaekkiiracha @silly250 @rylea08 @imperfectlyperfectprincess1

@satosugu4l @gabriellamarie @tsunderelino @iovecb97 @1810cl

@lordmaahes-nsc @sailorkoss @minh0scat @pixie0627 @50-husbands

@jinnies-muse @yaorzu-blog @anskiiz @joyofbebbanburg @number1jeonginstan

@skzooluvr

@jisunglyricist @ambersnowxxx @ayyonoona @31maze13

@stay-tiny-things @thegingerthatwaited @hoesheez

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Just as Minho leans in, his plump lips almost touching yours, your body begins to shake. Your eyes shoot open, sitting up with a gasp. You look around and see yourself still in the car, Minho glancing between you and looking at the road with a confused face.

“Are you okay?” He laughs. “It sounded like you were having either a scary dream, or a very sexual one.” He says.

“I- um, yeah. It was uh, scary.” You mumble, trying to compose yourself. You weren't quite sure how you felt about the dream you'd just had.

You and Minho? Maybe it was just because the two of you had been traveling for two days alone, and sharing a bed. Yeah, that was it. You didn't want him, it was just your brain going somewhere that you wouldn't go with him.

But if that was the case, why couldn't you stop thinking about him in a completely different way now?

“Okay.” He laughs. “Well we're about 10 minutes from the hotel. Hopefully they have more than one room this time.” He says.

“Yeah.” You say, forcing yourself to chuckle. “Hopefully.” Secretly you hoped they didn't, but you'd never tell him that.

A few minutes later, Minho pulls into the parking lot of the hotel. You both get out, stretching before grabbing your bags and heading inside. You both go up to the desk, each of you speaking to your own front desk agent.

“One room, one bed please.” You smile, sliding your credit card across the desk. You hear Minho mumble the same thing, and notice both the desk agents looking at each other.

“You guys came in together…right?” The woman asks, looking between you both.

“Yes, but we're not…together.” You mumble.

“Ah, well unfortunately, we only have one room left. With a king size bed.” She tells you both.

Fuck.

“That's fine.” Minho smiles. “I'll book that.” He finishes, sliding his own credit card over to his clerk.

Once he's finished checking in, you drag your bag behind you as you follow behind him to the elevator. The two of you step on, the door closing quickly. “We're not having very good luck with hotel rooms.” He laughs.

“We definitely are not.” You laugh, waiting for him to unlock the door. The two of you go inside, setting down your luggage, when he looks at you.

“Should we go grab some dinner?” he smiles, motioning towards the front door of the room. You nod your head, walking towards the door before you begin to remember your dream. You try to shake it out of your head, following Minho out of the room and back towards the elevator. You take a deep breath, trying to contain your thoughts, trying to make them a lot less dirty than they currently were.

You and Minho are sitting at a nice but small table, with menus placed in front of you.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Your waiter asks, smiling down at you both.

“Double vodka cran please.” You smile.

“Beer for me.” Minho replies. Your body freezes. This is exactly what happened in your dream in the car. You try to shake off the lust you were currently feeling but you couldn't help it. You sat there watching Minho scan the menu, licking his lips.

Fuck.

It seemed as if everything you had dreamt about it the car was beginning to come true. Does this mean he was going to kiss you when you got back to the room? Did you want that? Would you accept it? Well, look at him, of course you would. Your palms begin to sweat, making your glass slip in your hands. You quickly place it on the table, leaning forward to sip from the straw instead.

When you were finished with that drink, you ordered another double, and you knew by the end of the evening you were going to be drunk.

And you were. Even after eating dinner, you had 2 more double drinks and the room was spinning. Luckily for you, Minhi paid for dinner, and you followed him to the elevator, doing your best to keep up with him as you tried not to trip over your own feet or bump into anything. Thankfully you successfully made it to your shared room. And you went straight for your tank top and shorts, getting your toiletries as well before turning to look at Minho.

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” You ask. “I was gonna shower.” Now was the time. Was your dream gonna come true?

“No, I'm all good, go ahead.” He smiles, sliding his belt out of his jeans.

You were a little disappointed that it didn't happen. You turned around and walked towards the bathroom with your shoulders slightly slumped. You took your time in the shower, hoping that maybe he would be asleep by the time you got out. A while later you got out of the shower, dried yourself off and slipped on your shorts and tank top. You crept out into the bedroom, Minho slightly snoring with the TV still on.

Thank fuck.

You set your clothes in your bag, trying your hardest to be quiet as you sneak into the bed, doing your best not to disturb Minho. You gently grab the remote from beside him, turning off the TV. You laid there in the dark, everything still spinning because despite your shower, you were still drunk. You closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep but you just kept thinking about Minho, his hands all over your body, the way his tongue would feel on you, the way he tasted, the way his cock felt inside you. Your eyes shoot open, your clit throbbing. You look over at him again, softly snoring. You slowly slip your hand into your shorts, closing your eyes as your fingertips touch your clit. You try to control your breathing as you gently rub, imagining it was Minho touching you, imagining him doing all sorts of things to you, and fuck was it ever hot.

Until he rolled over. Your stop, frozen in your position. He clears his throat, adjusting his position in bed and you can't tell if he's still asleep. You can feel your heart racing as you wait, hoping to hear those soft snores once again. But they don't come.

“Y/N.” He says, his voice low and hoarse. A knot forms in your stomach, as you wait for him to continue speaking. “Are you touching yourself right now?” He asks.

You didn't know how to answer. If you said yes would he be upset? If you said no would he even believe you?

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Were you thinking about me?” He asks. “Don't lie to me, either.”

“Yes.” You whisper.

“Are you wet right now?”

“So wet.” You say.

Minho let out a low groan. “Fuck.” he hisses. “If you're gonna make a mess, at least do it on my face.”

Your own breath hitches. “You want to help me out?” You ask.

“Please ride my fucking face.” He groans. You must have been drunker than you thought, because you weren't sure sober you would ever do this. You got up, shimmying your shorts down and discarding them before you crawl back on the bed, straddling Minho's chest.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask.

“If you don't sit on my fucking face…” He begins to say but you cut him off, by sitting on his face. You feel his tongue swirl around your clit, lapping up your juices from playing with yourself. You lean forward, gripping the headboard as Minho sticks out his tongue and you begin to ride his face. You can feel your juices spilling out of you as you moan loudly, each movement bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Oh my fucking god.” You groan, moving faster on his tongue. “Fuck, Minho.” You cry, suddenly cumming all over his face.

You get off, laying down next to him as you try to catch your breath. Minho climbs out of the bed, moving around to your side of the bed. He drops his boxers to the floor, his cock standing tall. You look over at him, smiling as he grabs onto your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed but keeping your legs in the air. You watch as he spits into his hand, stroking his cock before he shoves himself inside of you, and it was better than you fucking imagined. Minho moves slowly, pulling out, before slowly pushing himself back in as far as he can and holds himself there for just a moment. Until he pulls out and does the same thing over and over again, driving you fucking crazy.

“Minho…” you gasp. “Please.”

“Please what?” Minho asks.

“Fuck me harder.” You groan.

Minho doesn't say anything, Instead picks up his pace, ramming his cock deep inside your wet cunt, making you scream. “It feels so good.” You cry out.

“Such a tight fucking pussy.” Minho moans, wrapping his hand around your leg, holding you closer as he fucks you. He moves his other hand between your legs, rubbing your already sensitive clit, desperately wanting to make you cum all over his cock.

You arch your back as Minho slams into you, his fingers moving just right against your clit. You tighten your pussy around his cock as he pumps into you. Your orgasm building so quickly, you don't even have time to warn him. It takes over your body, making you scream again as your eyes roll back. Minho's grunting, his fingers digging into your thighs as he desperately yearns to reach his own orgasm. He thrusts a few more times, the sound of you moaning from his cock threw him over the edge. He groans loudly as he pulls his cock out, stroking it fast, his head thrown back as he cums, right on your lower stomach, his chest heaving.

He takes a few deep breaths, laughing at the sight of you. “I'll get you a towel.” He chuckles.

“That's so nice of you, thank you.” You yell back, sarcastically. Minho comes back into the room, handing you a towel to clean yourself up with. When you're done, you put it in a dirty laundry bag near the door and crawl back into bed.

“That was fun.” He laughs.

“That was so much fun.” You breathe, laying under the covers. “But um…” you pause. “What does this mean now?” You ask. You kinda hoped he'd ask you on a date or something.

“Maybe…” he starts. The anticipation was killing you. What was he going to say?

“Let's just play this by ear.” He says, clearing his throat. “And maybe don't tell anyone about it.”