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ch4nb4ng · 2 years ago

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Give it to me Straight

Pairing: Minho x afab!reader

Genre: Best friend's forbidden older brother

Word Count: 9.1 k (yeah we got carried away once again)

Warnings: Based off of inspo (here) and (here) that is also literally porn so dont click if u dont want to see you have been warned.

Also contains: smut, worshipping, angst, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, fingering (f receiving), kissing, penetration, lots and lots of praise, semi soft smut

Notes: HEY!! this is a fic i wrote hald of last year and just forgot about it and found and decided to finish it, hope oyu enjoy !!

Summary: You had enough of your best friend brother, Minho, giving you mixed signals as you grew up, but this. This was the night that you were finally going to do something about it

The night was pretty much over, or well, it should have been. But here you were, sitting on the floor of a random person’s apartment, giggling over and over as you looked at the other 8 people also sitting down in a circle next to you. There were your friends, Sana and Hyunjin, and there were the others. Actually, quite frankly, you did not know these people until tonight. There was one person that was there, that you did know, all too well.

Minho, Lee Minho. Friend, foe? You weren’t sure what to call him, but all you knew was that you were grinding on him in the club an hour ago, hands roaming across your body, lips, teeth on your neck. It was fun, one shot after another had your mind racing, thinking about the possibilities of what could happen after you went home, with him. What wasn’t helpful was the guilt that came with such excitement.

“Fuck okay,” the stranger yelled, clapping his hands before swinging them, taking the empty vodka bottle off the kitchen bench, “let’s play a good ole fashion game of spin the bottle. Who’s in?”

“Me me me!”

The small crowd cheered in unison, but all you could do was stare at him. More guilt, more excitement, more adrenaline. The thought of kissing him did nothing but intensify the want, the need, the desire to. Wanting to hook up with your best friend’s older brother was the worst thing that you could want at this very moment.

The relationship with Minho was always strange and never straightforward. Even from the first time the two of you met. Your best friend of almost 10 years since you had been in elementary school, he was just different towards you. When you were younger, all he did was pick on you. The short scrawny boy, only a couple of years older than you. Would always chase you around the school yard, always until you fell over, or hurt yourself in some kind of way. You hated him, and had no idea why he always picked on you specifically.

It changed in middle school, however, after puberty, well, more for him. His face changed, grew taller, much more attractive in your 14 year old eyes. You denied it though, remembering how cruel he was to you. Not much changed personality wise, he was still mean. Picking on you, your grades, his sister, her grades. He was ruthless, and it made you hate him even more. Minho’s looks were easy to overlook when everything that came out of his mouth was rubbish.

It wasn’t until he left for college, and came back for summer after finishing his first year, did things change. He had grown even taller, started working out, and had joined his college’s dance team. Holy fuck did things became different. His smile beamed as soon as he walked in and you in his house, sitting at the kitchen bench.

***

“Y/n?”

You turned around, jaw dropping the moment you laid your eyes on him. He dropped everything, fast walking towards you as he picked you up, spinning you around with a large chuckle erupting from his chest. He put you down, eyes doing a quick check up and down your body before biting down on his bottom lip.

“Minho?”

“Wow, you look, really, really good.”

His stance was close, almost lingering over you, that was, until your best friend walked in, causing him to step away, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked to the fridge so nonchalantly. Your friend gave you a weird look, mouthing a ‘sorry,’ solely for his presence in the room. They never were that close.

“I forgot to tell you that he got back a few days ago and is going to be here for the summer.”

“That’s okay,” you scoffed, overexaggerated manner, “why would you need to tell me that.”

“Because I know how he can be,” she whispered, “rude, mean, very obnoxious and super, super arrogant.”

The second half of her sentence was louder, looking straight at him to make sure she knew. You just laughed, nervously, unsure how to take in the interaction.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she sighed, “please don’t bully my only friend while I’m gone.”

The man rolled his eyes, laughing as he took a large gulp from his water bottle. He walked forward, waiting for her to leave before reassessing his position. His hands leaned against the bench, body pushing forward as he leaned towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips as he looked down at you.

“I have to go, meeting a friend at the gym, but it was really, really good to see you. We should hang out sometimes if you’re free, you know, without her?”

“We should?”

“Yes,” he smirked, biting down on his bottom lip, “definitely.”

***

“Okay,” the stranger announced to himself, “I’ll go first.”

The game felt like torture. Simply watching the bottle, casting your eyes on what seemed to be an infinite amount of times, spinning on an axis. It didn’t help you at all. If anything, it intensified how dizzy you truly were feeling. Concentration was getting harder, but you refused. Refused to give up anything. You did not want to prove Minho’s point. That you would always be this little girl that is easy to pick on.

“Oh my god,” Hyunjin nudged you, “Y/n, psst, the bottle is on you.”

His knock cloaked you out of your drunken daze, bringing some sobriety back as he pointed towards the bottle, eyes opening when you saw it land on you. You looked up, seeing the stranger was already there. He was attractive, short black hair, hazel eyes, freckles. He was really cute, and your brain melted the longer he gazed at you.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you whispered, hand in front of your mouth as you giggled at his proximity. You didn’t have to look. The feeling of a pair of eyes burning into the side of your head was more than enough to know who had their eyes on you, and who didn’t. Chan did not, already ditching the game and sloppily making out with the person next to him. Hyunjin followed in pursuit, and Jisung and Sana, well, that was another story, a long time coming. The glance was brief, not long enough to focus on anybody, but well enough to know your surroundings. Enough to see the girl, who looked very familiar, but not enough to be identified by name, whisk her fingers across his inner thigh. He stayed still, not paying any mind to her as he fixated on you. The man joined in the staring contest, noticing Minho’s obviously unimpressed glare.

He swung his head back in your direction, pushing his body weight on you in the slightest. You followed, back now adjacent to the floor as he leaned over, lips hovering over your own. You brought your index finger to his lips, curious to know more about the man before he kissed you.

“Wait.”

“Is something wrong?” His facial expression changed, unsure as to why or what made you hesitate.

“Oh, no,” you giggled, full of giddyness and intoxication, “your name. I just wanted to know your name before we, well, you know.”

The man smirked, cupping your face in adoration as he leaned closer, lips wisping across your ear as he spoke.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest?”

He pulled away, eyes back in level with your own as he spoke once more, “Felix. I’m Felix.”

That was all you needed, wrapping your arms around Felix’s neck as you pulled him in, eyes closing and mouth opening and lips attacking yours. The kiss in reality, from an outside perspective, would have looked very messy. Very sloppy as lips missed each other, teeth crashed together, and also the fact that you could feel Felix’s hips moving against your own in the slightest, already half hard member grinding against your thigh. It did feel good, you couldn’t fib to yourself. The gentle friction was delicious. It was enough to make you moan discreetly, the sound lost in Felix’s mouth as the two of you continued.

You were enjoying yourself, but you also remembered not to lose yourself in the moment. Felix was fun, but he was just part of the plan. A simple pawn in a game of chess, of course being the queen and Minho the king. Sometimes you have to make some unnecessary moves to win in the long term. Even with your eyes closed, you could still feel his own burning into the back of your head. If sober, you most likely would have been feeling some kind of guilt. It wasn’t like you to rub things in other people’s faces. But you felt like it was only fitting. Yes, you wanted Minho, but after everything, your timeline with him, having a crush on him for the longest time regardless that he made your life hard, it only felt right to drag this out as much as possible.

Your eyes fluttered open, empty lidded shooting daggers at him. Appraisal came to your mind when his daggers were returned, gaze still very much fixated on you, with Felix, making out with another man right in front of him. His blood was searing, reaching boiling point at a very rapid rate. He knew you were a lot of things. Sarcastic, blunt, ‘indifferent’ towards him as you got older, or so he thought. But he didn’t take you to be a tease. He was reaching the point of no return, and if you didn’t stop this act, this play scene just for him, he was going to do something he regretted.

“Hmm fuck,” Felix grumbled, pulling away from you, “has anyone ever told you that you’re a really good kisser?”

Your eyes flickered back to the man on top of you, quickly averting your gaze to avoid any deflections from Minho, Chan, or any of the others there that you knew.

“Hey man, what are you doing?”

You sat up immediately, looking up to see Minho’s friend, Jisung, standing over you. His tone was playful, but the adrenaline was kicking in. The several times you met Minho’s friends, they were decent enough to be nice to your face. Anytime you went over, you could hear them. Talking about how you look, always asking Minho about you. Just them teasing him about you. Maybe it was the reason as to why he had so much disdain for you. They were also protective, very protective of him, and probably the reason why they were standing over you right now.

“Oh hey man, you’re not her boyfriend are you?”

“Who, me?” Jisung laughed, hard, almost hysterically, bringing a hand to his chest to calm himself down, “no no, not me, but the guy over there might be a little mad that you’re making out with his girl.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing onto Felix’s arm, other hand tucking under his chin as you pressed another haste kiss to his lips. You gave Minho one more look, noticing his fists turned inwards, hard shaped as he watched your interactions with the new guy accelerating.

“Good,” He smirked, standing up, and reaching a hand out to you as an invitation, “Did you want to hang out in my room? It’s just down the hall.”

“Sure,” you replied bluntly as you took his invitation. You allowed Felix to guide you, taking one last look at Jisung. Before making your way, you were interrupted one more time. It made you scoff when Minho grabbed your wrist, finally able to do something himself, not his friends doing it for him.

“Y/n?”

“What do you want?”

“Where are you going?”

“What do you think?”

With a heavy grip, attempting to shake yourself out of his grip. There was no way you were giving up on this act yet.

“You just met the guy tonight?”

“Okay and? It’s not like that ever stopped you before. At least I’m not at home, forcing everyone else to hear you late at night.”

He looked down, knowing he had been beaten to the punch. You resisted once more, able to come out of his grip as you looked up and down at him once more, “Stop acting like you give a shit what I do.”

You watched him open his mouth, but missed out on whatever he was going to say. You laughed to yourself, the swift motion of the man from the other side, Felix, the one who was giving you the attention you needed right now. Without a word, he closed the door behind you, spare hand placed on your lower back as he lead you to what seemed to be his bed.You sat down first, Felix making quick work as he stood over you once more, index finger stuck on your shoulder as he effortlessly as he ‘pushed’ you over, torso hovering on top of yours, just like he did previously. You had to give it to him. This Felix guy was smooth. The way he looked down at you, raking your body with every single eye nerve, the gentle twitch when he noticed extra skin showing on your body for a slight moment. He definitely was contributing to your uprising arousal, but the thing that really turned you on was the mere possibility of Minho hearing this. Having his ear up to the door, curious to see what you would really do.

“Hey,” Felix whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, taking you out of your thoughts completely, “everything okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah, where were we?”

You brought a hand to his arm, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion as his own came back to your chin, pinching it forward, lips doting to reconnect with his. His lips were smooth, not a crack or dry spot in sight or in feeling. The kiss was a lot more connected, a lot more teamwork and passion. His tongue lazily slipped inside of your mouth, picking up with much brute and force as his hips charged, recreating the prior friction against your core. Felix had one hand on the side of your jaw, the one on your chin snaking around and cascading down, in between your cleavage, past your navel, brimming on the edge of your undergarment line. You gasped, immediately, not expecting things to move so quickly. A stifled whimper escaped your lips, enjoying the friction his fingers created around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh,” you groaned, slightly high pitched and confused at first, but once his fingers dived past your dress, underneath your core, right in the center of your sweet spot, you groaned again, a deeper, more gratifying noise bellowing in response.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you whispered, looking up at him, “feels so good already.”

Your hand felt dizzy again, a lightheaded texture adding. You weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the alcohol speaking, but it most likely was the loud bang that came from the east part of the room. You jumped immediately, bumping heads with Felix as you quickly covered yourself, given no time to fix your hair as you were being dragged out, Minho’s jaw clenched as he walked you out.

“Sorry, uh Felix, it was nice to meet you,” you yelled down the hallway, pushed all the way to the front door.

“Minho what the fuck?”

“Shut up and get in the car,” he growled, not putting up with any nonsense that you were about to spew at him, “Jisung’s taking us all home, your friends included.”

“Ugh, whatever,” you scoffed, the digging of his fingers becoming slightly painful. You opened the door, seeing Hyunjin’s smirk as soon as he saw you, hand in hand with Minho. He never had to say anything, he always knew how you felt about him, even when it wasn’t clear to you.

The midnight breeze was very apparent, hitting you like a truck. The goosebumps on your skin raised in an instant, shiver running down your spine as you walked. Minho let go of your wrist, removing his jump over his head, and plopping it on top of yours. You wanted to turn, scream at him for ruining your hair, not even thinking about your makeup. But honestly, you were just tired. It was late.

***

You pushed the button down in the backseat, letting the cool breeze smack you across the face as Jisung drove down the highway. It felt nice, distracting you from the imminent pressing of your best friend’s brother inconveniently pressing up against you, too big for the middle seat. Of course he had to sit next to you. Invade your personal space, your privacy. He was still overprotective of you, even when you were by yourselves. It was annoying, and you really didn’t know why he was always like this with you after the needless torture that was gorwing up with him around.

You decided to put the window up, a sudden drowsiness coming over you as you leaned your head against the window. Your eyes were fluttering, half lidded when you felt someone whispering, right up to your ear. His lips were cold, roughly but incidentally lingering on your lobe.

“Y/n,” Minho hushed, patting your arm lightly, “y/n, baby.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows, “what is it?”

“We’re here, wake up.”

“Oh,” you sighed, releasing your weight on the window. Your eyes opened, turning from the window, which was a big mistake. You caught yourself, inches away from your face. Apart from the club, it was the closest you had been ever to him. You saw him, looking down at your lips, causing you to gulp loudly. You wanted to lean in, push away all the doubt you had in your mind, and follow your heart. To have him on your lips, around your body, caressing every crevice, every curve. It was something you had fantasized about in your head several times, whether you wanted to or not. Your hand flew to his chest, truly speechless and unsure what to say.

“Minho. I-”

He licked his lips, fingers latching onto your jaw, thumb against the subtlety of your lips. He flipped, lip bouncing back as he leaned even closer. His breath had never felt so imminent, not even the first time the two of you had shared a kiss.

***

“Did you need help?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest, about to lose balance on the stool. The tea bags were high in the cupboard, and you weren’t the tallest person going around. Minho put his arms out, helping you adjust yourself before stepping down and back onto the ground.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “you know me, never able to reach anything.”

“It’s okay, they’re stored pretty high up.”

Without giving you time to move, he reached over, torso pressed against your chest, half of his body weight leaning on you as he reached up to grab one for you. Your face rose in heat as he placed it on the bench behind you, keeping firm in his position.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, still not moving, “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh, uhm no, it’s okay” you mumbled back, pushing the hair behind your ear. He beat you to the other side, lifting his fingers, watching how delicately the fibers of your hair curved along your ear lobe.

Faces inching closer, it felt like do or die, but you would rather get hit by a truck than make the first move. Minho was the type to flirt, hard. He knew he could get anyone he wanted. College really changed him. For the better though, even if it meant he became a mass fuckboy.

“You have a really, uhm, beautiful face.”

He had become nervous all of a sudden, and you couldn’t help but smile. Smile at both his nerves and slight awkwardness, as well as his proximity.

“Uhm thanks,” you mumbled again, scared that if you attempted to speak at a normal volume, it would squeak, “you have a nice face as well.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, piercing eyes boring into yours.

“Make me.”

He hesitated for a brief moment, before bringing both hands to your face, pressing his lips to yours. It was soft at first, a series of gentle pecks you wrapped your hand palms around his neck, keeping him close. His body felt good, right when close to you.

It didn’t take long for things to heat up however, Minho’s tongue begging for access as you gave it to him willfully, a gentle hum as he simultaneously rolled his hips into yours once. A soft groan escaped your lips, causing him to pull away. The smirk on his face was priceless; you knew he was satisfied with himself. His hands snaked down to your waist, lifting you up and placing you on the kitchen bench. Minho nudged your leg with his left knee, spreading them wide, allowing himself to fit into the curve. He kept his digits across your fingertips, gently tapping as he leaned back in, skipping the innocent kisses and heading straight to a heavy, heavy makeout. The noises erupting were increasing in quantity, and it wasn’t until you heard footsteps running down the steps were you snapped back into reality. Hands on his chest, you pushed him off quickly, pushing your hair back in front of your face.

“Y/n what’s taking you so long?”

“Oh uhm, I was just trying to reach the teabags.”

“Yeah,” Minho joined in, helping you cover your ass, “I just grabbed it for her, seeing as she was already in my way to get to the glasses, annoying ass.”

“Okay whatever weirdo,” she replied to him, “stop annoying Y/n.”

***

The memory of the flashback playing in spurts, ones that your intoxicated mind was probably failing to accurately recall the event. It was, however, enough for you to pull away. Saying nothing, you turned away, opening the car door, semi-stumbling onto the ground as you jumped out the car, heading towards his front door. Luckily your best friend was out of town, away on a camping weekend with her boyfriend and her parents, because if she heard you walking in with Minho, it was game over.

“Y/n,” he whispered, tone harsh like he wanted to yell, “y/n.”

It was nothing but a faint noise in the distance. You stood there, in front of the door, impatiently waiting for it to be unlocked. It wasn’t until you could feel him. He grabbed your wrist, almost having to yank you back to stop you.

“What,” you whispered back, similar in tone, “what do you want?”

He waited. It looked like he was trying to put a thought together, knowing that he needed to say something very important. It could make or break: everything. He took a step closer, that familiar feeling of adrenaline, no, some other feeling that you couldn’t describe. Made your heart race, body sweat. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was. All you knew was that it only happened when he was around you.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him, adoration at how gentle his skin glowed in the moonlight. Fuck, this was annoying. Why did he have to be so hot? It would have been the easy way out to forgive him and let him do what you craved, yearned for. But it was simply too much to do so. This man had been toying with your heart for a long time. Whether he had a crush on you for the lingering amount of time that you had, you deserved better than someone who played with you for their own amusement.

“What are you sorry for?”

Your tone was calm, yet still firmly questioning him. It was easier to just deny the night events than argue about it.

***

The music was loud, deafening as Minho, dragging you by the delicacy of your poor wrist, locked in a spot right next to the speaker right beside the DJ of the club, aka pole position. At first the dancing was innocent, a bright smile of pure joy (and intoxication) plastered across your face, holding each other’s hands as you pushed and pulled them back and forth. It wasn’t until the motions of arms were not moving in the opposite directions, somehow were both pulling in his direction, right up against his waist. The music was much too loud to allow your rational cognitions to process the sequence of events. Facing him, not facing him. Appropriate distance, very much appreciate distance. It was hard to explain how you ended up with your back pressed against Minho’s chest, somehow in the monstrosity of alcoholic beverages and shots actually moving your hips in a synchronized way with his. Maybe it was the firm grip, thumb digging into the soft flesh that was hardly hidden under that dress, making sure that this was the only place you needed to be, that he wanted you to be.

Your hands easily followed too, palms on top of this tendon illuminating the side of his hands as his lips rested on the outside of the cartilage that made up your ear. The second time you could feel the magic that was his lips. The crowd that was Minho’s friends and the new, yet very much fun strangers that would end up making the later house party were long gone at this very moment. The only thing you could remember was coming with Minho, and the last thing you wanted to do was leave with him.

“Mmmm,” was all that could be heard, well no, felt from the man behind you. The vibrations of his lips were the only indicator that he was trying to say something. His teeth soon followed. Gentle, almost kitten-like nibbles nipped at the heated flesh of the neck and shoulder, head falling limp against his own shoulder as he continued to chuckle inbetween. There seemed to be an innocence to his antics, almost like he didn’t want to hurt you. Yet knowing the downright filthy desires, things he wanted to do, for a numerous amount of time was very much ironic.

Turning around, you pulled away, eyes boring into yours and his face came closer and closer. Eyes fluttering shut like a butterfly's wings for a brief moment, desire had never been stronger.

“There he is, Jisung!”

And just like that, it was over. Reality came back and your Minho clouded fog dissipated in a matter of moments, and it must have for him. You had never seen someone take their hands of someone with such speed. The timely reaction of Minho brought you back to a realistic part of your life. The one where this was nothing but a dream, and Minho was once again out of reach, and the many barriers that were his friends, your friend being in the way, made you nothing but a pawn in his chess game.

***

You stood there in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the ringing in your ears from the loud music prior. The want for him to explain himself was one of such desperation. A sign, anything at this point. Yes, you were very much exhausted from the games but if it was all worth it for him to finally do something about it in the end, the fatigue would be easily wiped away.

“I don’t mean to be this way. So, uhm, aggressive? Or the opposite, I don’t know I-”

“Minho in the nicest way possible, I’m tired and we’ve both had a big night. We can talk about it in the morning.”

Using the spare key that your friend had so graciously given you as a symbol of how much time you truly spent at her house, his house, over the years, the door was unlocked, you ripping your shoes off and letting them laz sprawl against the living room carpet as your body heavily dragged up the stairs. Your feet automatically knew the way to her room, 4 paces straight and two to the left. To get to his it was 7 paces straight 2 to the right. The 4th step on the second floor felt unnatural at this moment, body wanting nothing more than to be pressed up against him in a deep slumber, you craved it; but you knew better at the same time.

“Y/n.”

Silence. You could feel him coming closer, but it’s honestly just too painful at this point to even wait for anything more.

“Y/n.”

Silence, again. It wasn’t until you could feel the unintentionally harsh pull at your wrist, once again pulling back and up against him.

“Y/n wait.”

“For fucks sake Minho,” you huffed, yanking your arm away from his grip, “leave me alone.”

“No, I want to talk about it now.”

Nothing but an eye roll followed, ignoring him and storming into her room. He followed in pursuit, the first time any kind of behavior like this from Minho had happened before. Sitting on the edge of the side of her bed, you turned away as you took off your jewelry, precious earring and delicate chain necklace lying on this decorative plate placed on the bedside table.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Can we please stop pretending like there isn’t something going on between us?”

He was not serious. His bold statement made you stop, turn around and face him.

“You have to be joking right now.”

“Why would I be joking?”

“Minho” you yelled, standing back up and right in front of him, “this is nothing but a fucking game to you! We don't have a problem, YOU do.”

“I don’t play games with you,” Minho scoffed, eyes wide in his own disbelief, “you play games with me.” His voice was also beginning to rise in volume.

“That’s such a fucking lie! You’ve been playing games with me for years. Three quarters of my life! I know that you hated me or couldn’t stand me for most of that but then all of a sudden you come back from college and you want to be around me and all over me?”

“That’s not true-”

“Yes it is! You couldn’t stand me!! Then the kiss in the kitchen? Tonight, you were all over me and I could tell, drunk or sober, that you were enjoying yourself. Until your friends come along and I’m nothing but a secret little game-”

“No Y/n, shut up, that's not true!”

“Explain yourself then!”

Both of your chests were heaving simultaneously, the heated exchange taking the breath out of the two of you. There was no part of you that was wrong, and you knew better than to lack confidence, especially to someone who has kicked you around for what felt like your whole life.

“I never hated you,” he whispered, once again shifting the tense atmosphere in the room. He took a step closer, that goddamn palm resting on your cheek, fingertips pushing the baby hairs sticking to your forehead as you took him in, listening deeply to his words, “I could never hate somebody like you, Y/n.”

His tonality had become the softest you had ever heard someone speak. It was empowering to keep him on his toes, gaze fixated on him, but lips refusing to move. You could see it. The dip in his own gaze below your eye line, past the tip of your nose, and right to where you wanted his lips to be: your lips. The right thing, like your previous thoughts, was to pull away, save yourself the heartbreak.

“Let me take the time to show you how false that statement really is.”

But god, was it it easier to just give him. His approach was gentle, but the texture of his lips felt like the key to everything. The light weight of his lips were equivalent to a tuft of feathers falling from a clear sky. Your lips tussled in return, wanting to kiss the man you were in love with so much passion, yet so much reservation. His lips, unlike the first time, had so much admiration for you, somehow the feeling was communicated in the way his lips touched yours, the way his tongue slipped into your mouth, colliding with your own. The world stopped spinning, and the only thing that mattered was Minho’s lingering touch.

His hands scrambled to find an appropriate spot. His palms spread across your waist, the pressure of his weight pushing you to the edge of the bed, a small shriek escaping your lips as the sudden knock of balance leaves you lying against the material of the bed. His hands left your sides, one coming to your face as he broke away, taking a moment to admire you underneath him in all your beauty. He lifted his fingers to your forehead, brushing the baby hairs on your skin before smiling and leaning back in for another kiss. Hands around his neck, you brought him closer, gasping into his mouth when you felt the roughness of his knee conveniently sitting between your inner thigh, spreading to make room for his own.

You decided to take the liberty of breaking the kiss back this time, Minho rising on his own as he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Even the way he moved his limbs was majestic. Eyes widening for a brief moment as the shock of Minho’s body that you had seen many times, especially post-college transformation, it still amazed you how attractive this man was. The proximity all these years amounting to this moment. All the teasing, ignoring, negative behavior came as the collateral of coming to this moment; and you would tolerate all of it again if this what it would lead to. Which is why you refused to rush things, savor the moment as much as you could.

“Minho, wait.”

“Yes?”

“Can we just,” you were hesitant to ask for what felt like a silly request, “I don’t want to rush anything. Can we just make out a little longer?”

His chuckle was one of the most adored. He nodded as he got up from the bed, sitting back down at the edge of the right side. As he turned to put his leg atop of the bed, he leant on his left elbow, patting the empty spot next to him, a very adorable invitation that you simply could not resist. You shooed over, facing Minho as he pinched your chin, bringing your lips to his again. The kisses, for the moment, stayed soft, sweet. He was allowing you to take your time because he was ready. Minho wanted you so bad, but he knew better than to rush. If anything, the anticipation made him fall for you more.

However, the heat was unconsciously beginning to turn up once bodies became involved. The subtle grind of his hips against yours was sending you into a frenzy, and the friction was something you needed to chase. At first you were holding back, only wanting the generosity of his tongue and lips, but now the selfish part of you was taking over, and there was nothing more that you wanted than to have sweet passionate sex with the man in front of you. Gently pushing his chest away, he looked up, confused as you turned away from him, standing up and undoing the zip on the back of your dress.

“Oh,” was all he could say, a smirk plastered on his face as he dragged your body back toward him, now covered in undergarments, back to the bed. His hands became a lot more adventurous, taking the signal of you undressing yourself as an acceleration of what you wanted. Still facing each other, Minho placed a gentle peck to your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you much closer to him, and exactly where you wanted to be.

Once the lack of space was established, Minho brought the tip of his digits just above your panty line. A small gasp elicited from your lips once his fingers dipped down to your clothing covering your core. Just above the center of the folds. Minho’s lips quiver at your body relaxing underneath his touch. The more vulnerable you became, the more in love he fell with you. Each second. Your eyes fluttering almost shut, hips gently bucking underneath the pressure of his fingers had his mind screaming with adoration. His gaze was making you shy, causing you to bury your head in his naked chest. You giggled with innocence at how good his fingers felt. The other times you reminisced, romanticized what this would be like was tenfold of what you actually expected.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered, a soft kiss to the tip of your forehead. Your head came out of his chest, a somewhat fucked out expression already coatign your face as his fingers traveled back to the top of your panties, fingers grasping the hem before asking, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, this time without hesitance as you turned to your front, assisting Minho in letting the thin fabric subtracted from your body. Your bra soon followed, leaving you completely exposed. Minho still had his pants on which you felt to be a little unfair, but the tent that was beginning to form in his pants was a reason enough for him to keep them on longer.

Turning back to your side, you reached him in another sensual kiss, bodies now as close as they had even been. Minho’s fingers had much more to travel, left palm already reaching for a gentle squeeze of your best breast. His touch was noticeable enough to break away, a small groan at the digits brushing your nipple. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he watched your nipples get harder under his touch.

“Wow,” Minho gasped, gently pinching the soft flesh his eyes couldn’t help but be glued to, “you look amazing.”

“Do I?”

“More than I could have ever imagined.”

Your silence made him giggle, fingers snaking back down to where the two of you wanted them to be. It was almost embarrassing how easily his index and middle finger slipped between your folds, already coated in your arousal as his digits swirled around your pussy hole. It was evident that he wanted his fingers coated, so when he brought them up to his lips, tongue evidently out as he licked them clean, then slid them back down to your waist once more, spreading your folds apart and pushing on your clit like a button. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders for support, the sudden amount of sensation in comparison to before sending you into a frenzy. Your jaw had already become slick, the gentle whines and moans spilling out sound after sound.

“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath, lips right in front of your tits, teeth grazing over the geneoristy of the skin, “you have the features of an angel.”

His shower of compliments caused a louder moan to slip from your lips. It really wasn’t something that you expected. The fantasy you had of Minho being a rough, man handling lover contrasted to the man that presented in front of you right now. But it was much better than anything you ever thought he was to be.

His fingers moved in delicate circular motions, Minho himself groaning at how pretty you looked under his fingers. He kept his curiosity peaked, fingers traveling back down to your hole before plunging them inside, tips instantly curling to bring his lips right up against his own.

“Minho oh my god,” you gasped, short breaths hinting at a rapid pace from your throat as he started to move them back and forth, “your fingers are so good.”

“Your welcome,” he smiled, wrapping his free arm around your chest to adjust for the way your torso squirmed against him. Your own hands soothing his arm that did all the work as he picked up his pace, a slight bump forming into your pussy. Minho’s pace became quickly unforgiven, a spill of curse words that made you feel extremely dirty coming from your mouth. The irony of feeling dirty from cussing and not from the two fingers being shoved into your whole was comedic.

“Lift it,” Minho grunted, attempting to fix his position so he could get a better angle to finger you from, “lift your leg and put it on my hip.”

You did as he said, a gut wrenching moan that was bubbling in your throat bursting at the seams as your maneuver allowed his finger to enter deeper, stronger, harder. The combination of skin slapping and wetness could be heard by anyone in the house if there was anyone in there, the noise echoing the room as you watch his eyebrows furrow, bitten bottom lip in concentration. All this time, Minho wanted nothing more than to see you be happy, make you feel good. It was in half disbelief that he was present in this moment that he had dreamed of several times. And his perception of you, with his fingers inside of you, moaning his name over and over exceeded expectations to say the least. The temperature that began to rise on your cheeks was spreading to your limbs, muscles slowly coiling as the pleasure continued to build at your core. Minho’s jaw clenched, increasing his effort and strength in, with much effort, fucking you with his fingers. His pace became even quicker, desperate and motivated to make you shake under his fingers.

“Minho please,” you cried, suffocating his lips with yours to muffle the continuous noise that baffled the room, “so good.”

Your sentences, if you could even call them that, were not coherent in the slightest. Yet it did not matter. All Minho could focus on was how beautiful you looked with your lips pouted, the gentle teeth marks under your bottom lip from biting down on your precious skin too hard. The condensation beginning to cover the skin of your forehead as your eyebrows scrunched together, your facial expression could have been interpreted as anger. However, Minho failed to see it that way. He saw you as nothing but an angelic woman that he had the gratitude of being allowed to share a moment of vulnerability with. There was no judgment in his eyes as he felt your tight pussy clench around his knuckles, knowing how close to what you were, and what he wanted to achieve for your sake.

“It’s okay baby,” he whispered, wiping the moisture glistening on the nose, half of your face shimmering in the moonlight as he withdrew his fingers, rubbing the sensual juices all over your swollen clit as your legs began to shake in response to the overwhelming stimulation you were experiencing.

“Can you feel it?”

“Mhhm,” you whined, suppressing your lips together as you focused on him, analyzing to him the intricate details of your body. His lips moved with vigor, leaving a string of semi wet kisses along your shoulder, kissing every little skin contusion, beauty mark, scab, wrinkle, dimple. You name it, Minho was eager to use his lips to analyze you, analyze the way your skin felt against him. The idea increased your arousal to a level you thought would not be possible.

“I’m gonna cum Minho I-”

“It’s okay baby,” Minho hushed you, wanting to relive any pressures or expectations you may think you need to fulfill “even the way you speak such vulgar things is angelic to me.”

“I’m cumming,” was all you could cry out. You know that once this was over, you would be appreciative of how gentle and warm his presence was to you during this unguarded moment, but right now all you could focus on was the tight coil in the pit of your stomach that would give out at any second. Like your foreshadowed, your body was coming undone under him, Minho unable to give up the succulent ability that was your pussy as he reinserted his two fingers back into your hole, thumb almost ghosting over your clit in an attempt to not overwhelm your body in sensation.

Minho thought you couldn’t get any more fascinating. Even the way you orgasmed was angelic. Legs spread wide open as you let him have his way. The trust you developed in him in this intricate moment was such an attraction but mainly an appreciation. He knew that he had not been the most trustworthy person to you. His mixed signals and just overall treatment of you was simply a mind of confusion.

On the contrary, every negative moment that you shared with him melted away. The part of him having his fingers inside of you, bringing you to climax was not what you were focused on. You were focused on the attention. Solely the attention, his words held so much more weight than his actions to you in this moment, and all he did was mumble sweet nothings, adoring every single part of you that you wanted Minho to love.

“Fuck baby,” Minho groaned, finally withdrawing his fingers entirely from your core as he palmed his own arousal. But he merely wasted any time on that as he stood up and discarded his pants in an instant. A half lidded gasp came from your throat as you watched his length spring free from the suffocation of his previous undergarments. Minho laid back on the bed, back against the bed as you extended a hand in which you willingly took, enjoying the sudden rapture that Minho had tangled the two of you in. His fingertips came to your face once more, brushing those delicate strands away as he took his precious time. Willingly ignoring the fact that your very slicked up pussy was creating friction against his tip, he was more focused on your face. The crinkles underneath your eyes that came up when you smiled. The way your lips turned upwards in the slightest. The longer he looked up at you, on his lips, body pressed up against his, the more he fell in love. Both of your hands now came to his face. It felt like hours upon hours that the two of you had been looking at each other. Calmness fell over the room as you leant down to kiss him again. The taste of him was simply nor enough. You needed him. On you, next to you; it did not matter. His presence was something that you truly craved. Sexually, platonically, romantically, it did not matter. Any closeness with Minho was more than adequate. Deciding to lift your hips slightly, your hands followed, gripping him as you slowly slid onto him, a deep groan leaving his lips, a soft moan leaving yours as he stretched you out. Before you could even initiate any moment, Minho grabbed your arm lifting your palm to his face as he sent kisses up your arm, almost as if he was in complete disbelief of what was happening in this moment.

“I just want to worship you my god,” he whispered, making you giggle in the slightest.

His lips traveled just under your shoulder, arms wrapping around his torso to bring you into another embrace. It was that his strength was brute enough to lift you up, and put your back down. Hisbody almost moved with vigor, wanting to make sure the experience was an equal one. A sharp whine came from you as he established a gentle pace, your whole body being used in an attempt to pleasure the both of you. Someone may have seen this as selfish, Minho controlling the pace, but really, he just couldn’t get enough of how much he wanted you. The amount of times he had thought about this moment over the years almost derailed him. But nothing could be more perfect than the moment right now.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, then on his chest, across his face, you were too stimulated to be organized with your hand placements. It’s just what he did to you. Minho could tell that you were unsure, so instead he just put his head in your chest, almost wanting you to wrap your fingers though the bse of his scalp, the gentle texture of your fingers against his scalp could have honestly made his toes curl. Just like you, Minho craved your touch in any way shape or form, so the combined combainton of your closeness, tussling digits, and tight pussy was sending him into a headspin.

“Minho,” you hesitated, unsure, if he could hear you in the muffle of your chest, “Minho.”

You were desperate for him to hear you, yanking on his locks to pull him away from the darkness and back into your gaze. His eyes were glazed over for a moment, an innocent peaking on them as he looked up at you with intent.

“Yes my princess, my Y/n?”

“Yours?”

The skin slapping, volume of each time your ass landed on his hips was increasing, but no matter the crescendo, it was never loud enough to get in the way of the intimate looks the two of you had a silent agreement to fixate on.

“Mine,” he moaned, hands snaking back down to your hips, breaking this distance and once again guiding the speed of how fast he filled you up, “all mine.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” you mumbled, barely able to talk at this point, “I want you so bad you have no idea.”

“You have me,” he almost chanted, “you have me. I have you. Always.”

Your head rolled back, the intimacy of his words, rather than his cock, bringing you closer to the brink of pleasure. The attractiveness of finally putting his walls down, striking his fear of vulnerability was unmatchable. Even if things didn’t work out with Minho in the future, you knew that deep down, no one else could ever make you feel this way. Minho was a witch, and the spell he was casting on you was something that would be everlasting.

“I love you,” you cried, throwing your head back in somewhat embarrassment, “I love you Minho.”

“I love you too baby fuck,” he grunted, increasing the strength in which he filled your pussy. He couldn’t handle this anymore. Flipping you over, his body hovered, cock pressing your back into the mattress. On his knees, Minho trusted deeper and deeper, your eyes almost cloudy from how good he truly felt inside of you. Another sensuous kiss ensured, the combination of his deep moans and your vibrating whines slipped into each other 's, easily one of the most intimate things that could ever be done.

“Mhhm,: You whined, breaking away and placing a hand on his face, “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, my Y/n.”

“Oh god,” you breathe heavily, free hand gripping on his shoulder, “I love when you call me that?”

“What? My Y/n?”

“Yes,” you hissed, piercing into his eyes, this time with vigor, “it makes me yearn for you.”

“You have me baby,” he smirked, eyebrows soon furrowing as he realized his hips were getting sloppy in motion, “I’m all yours.”

You could not stop kissing him. He was just too hard to resist. His words, actions, everything, you were so in love that your chest began to hurt. That pit was developing again, and all he had to do was say the words and you were there. Minho took your hand away from his face, pinning them on either side of you as he slid his fingers in between, allowing your hand to intertwine with yours. The affection was the icing on your cake, because as you felt the swirls of his finger prints trickle onto your palm, your hips were spasming.

“Minho I’m-”

“I know baby, it’s okay, he cooed, “I can feel your pussy clenching hard.”

A little giggle escaped your lips as your body raked itself of an orgasm. Back arching, the loudest noise you could have possibly made erupted from your mouth, the unintentionally new angle allowing Minho to plunge even deeper, keeping it slow as he allowed you to come down from the high. He pulled out right after, pumping himself a few times before finishing just above your core. He fell to your side, immediately lifting your body, wanting to feel that constant warmth as he placed your head against his chest, arms wrapped around your back as he kissed the mount of hair in front of his face. His heartbeat was warm, fast, but stil, a sense of comfort felt over your body as you listened to the organ pump in his chest. The moment was silent, yet comfortable, the both of you simultaneously soaking in that delicacy of affection that you both oh so craved, longed for.

Even after all of that, you still had the energy to do so. Minho read your mind, giving you a quick peck before quickly pacing out of the room. The ache in your heart had already reappeared at his absence. The craving would never stop. Luckily he was quick, grabbing a paper towel, cleaning you up, running back to the bin, the running back and jumping onto the bed, your body flying in the air as he caught you, snuggling up to your side with his head pressed into your chest. Your hand came to his hair, letting those fingertips frolic across his scalp. A silence fell over the room as the two of you simultaneously stared at the ceiling, the dim shine of the moonlight shining through the window, lingering across Minho’s side profile.

“I was being serious, you know.”

“About what?”

“Hating you.”

Minho turned onto his chest, wanting to make sure that you were staring at him when he said this.

“I could never hate you Y/N, my Y/N.”

He crawled up to your side, tall enough to press one more kiss, lips lingering across yours as your eyes fluttered shut from his touch. Lifting the cover, Minho invites you under after climbing in first, turning to the side to hover over your now very tired frame. Lips nudged behind your warm Minho kept mumbling, a combination of kissing you and whispering, the tiny vibrations from his voice tickling the bare skin.

“You’ll have to kill more before I ever let you go.”

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minhxn · 1 year ago

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Early Morning — Lee Minho.

✧︎ I just want to spoil Minho :( :( ✧︎

Slow and tender touches ghost between the two of you as you lay tangled in each other’s hold.

The soft warm light of the breaking morning drifts through the curtains, but you find no strength to pull away from his arms, so you don’t. Minho’s lips pepper kisses across your cheeks and you melt further into his with each soft caress of his hand drifting on your thigh.

You can feel him harden against you when you shift your hips. He doesn’t say a word though.

Even as the dusting of rose across his cheeks grows darker. You can’t help yourself, trailing your hand down his abdomen to lightly palm his throbbing cock.

“M, you don’t have to, jagi.” Minho’s voice is gruff with sleep still and the words shake a little more than he wants when your hand slips beneath his boxers.

Your lips find their place on his, greedily swallowing the breathy moans pushing past his lips and yet again, you can’t help yourself. He’s always so good to you. never asking for too much. He isn’t even asking now, but you can tell what he wants from the way his hips rock against your hand in such a gentle manner.

“Its okay, let me take care of you for once.” You say, breath drifting across his skin. The languid stroke of your hand has his hips shifting and you can tell he’s trying not to push up into your hand even more. His stubbornness showing through his hushed groans once more.

When your thumb flicks across his sensitive swollen tip, smearing beaded precum already leaking he breaks.

“Okay, fuck. t-thank you.” He’s already breathing heavy as his head falls back further into the pillows. Staring up at you with nothing but love. The way you looked in the soft warm light shining through the curtains, you looked beautiful. He could cum just from that.

“Good boy.” You purr into his skin, and his hips jerk up into your hand once you place an open mouthed kiss to his neck.

He was melting into your touch, and a whimper fell from his parted lips from the praise.

You’d wake up early every day just to see him like this.

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writingforstraykids · 7 months ago

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Sealed Promises series🖤

Pairing: Minchan

Prompt 20-> A kiss on a scar

A/N: Part of the "Sealed Promises" series, which will be a collection of unrelated short scenarios, including different types of kisses for member x member or member x fem/m/gn!reader pairings. Requests for this mini event are open🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Minho subconsciously pulls at the hem of his shirt, slowly starting to get frustrated by its length. Chan notices him fidgeting and steps next to him, placing his hand on his lower back. “You're okay, kitten?”

“No,” Minho grumbles and once again pulls at his shirt before looking up at Chan with almost teary eyes. “It's too short.”

Chan looks down at it, frowning a little. “Too short?”

“As soon as I start moving, everyone will see,” he says quietly, and Chan still doesn't understand.

“See what, baby?” he frowns.

Minho huffs, frustrated, and pulls him into their dressing room. He raises his arms, mimicking a move of their dance and his shirt rises up, exposing his stomach. “Channie,” he whines and gestures toward the faint scar painting his tummy.

“Oh,” Chan nods dumbly and looks down at himself. He's wearing a sweater long enough to stuff into his trousers. “Let's swap.”

“I don't think they-”

“I don't care. If you're uncomfortable, you can have mine,” he says, taking off the sweater. He gently helps Minho out of his shirt and pulls the sweater over his head. Once he's wearing the shirt, he drops down to his knees and gently shoves up the sweater.

Minho almost flinches away from him as he exposes his skin and timidly searches his eyes. “Chan, what are you doing?” he whispers.

“Reminding you that you are beautiful the way you are and that I love every tiniest bit of you,” Chan says, soothingly rubbing his hips. He plants a soft kiss on his scar, kissing his way down to the end. Minho shivers at the gentle action, full lips feeling so soft against his bare skin.

Minho presses his lips together tightly as his throat tightens and runs his hand through Chan's soft curls. He swallows thickly and smiles shyly at him. “I love you, Channie.”

“I love you too, baby,” Chan smiles at him, sweet as ever, his dimples on display.

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taeandpuppies · 1 year ago

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I am looking for a fic, please help!!

I have been searching for a long time and can't seem to find it. I started reading it and this is what i remember.

It's Lee Know x reader. I don't remember if he had a child or not but the oc had one.

Lee Know was the child's dance teacher and had a studio the oc enrolled her child in, that's how they met. I think the oc's ex husband had died in an accident before.

That's about what i remember unfortunately. But i know that this 👇 outfit had a cameo in it.

If someone know which fic i am talking about please let me know 🙏

***EDIT*** It has been located for anyone wanting to read it!

Here is the link, read and support the author 😊

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years ago

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Victory - Yandere!Demigod!Minho

Yandere AU & Demigod AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Minho X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,848

Warnings: Implied murder, nudity, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, he's supposed to be the son of Nike, the Greek Goddess of victory in this. I really like how this one turned out, ngl, it's just the right amount of unhinged and feral in my mind, so I hope you'll agree! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Sixth of The Feral Drabbles

Last night still feels so surreal, like a dream come true.

Of all the trophies I have won, of all the hardships and trials I have been put up against, none are as valuable as you. Yet, you are not another conquest. You are my forever.

The euphoric taste of victory has never been sweeter, and I will revel in it for as long as I possibly can. As long as it wasn’t all a dream, and that when I open my eyes, you are still sleeping soundly beside me in all of your naked glory.

Thank the Gods, it was real. It was all real.

There you lay, as still as the moon in the night sky.

So peaceful.

So beautiful.

And all mine.

I’ll admit, getting this far has been no easy feat. Tartarus below, getting you to even look in my direction had been a challenge. A challenge that I had been more than willing to win.

For me, there is no one else. Only you.

All the others that demand my attention are so superficial, only seeing what they want to see. They only desire the Goddess’ son for what he can offer them, never for who I really am. They want the victories associated with my name. They want the fame and fortune I have worked so hard to gather.

But not you. No, never you.

Long have you ignored me. Long have you expressed your desire, or rather, lack there of, of what I can offer you. You never cared about titles. You never cared about trophies, fame, fortune, or any of that shit. Who I am, or rather, who my mother is never caught your attention. In fact, you couldn’t have cared less about me before.

I won’t lie to you. It annoyed me.

It- it- hurt…

Sure, everyone who usually demands my attention is superficial and annoying. Yet, I cannot help but live for their praise. Attention is still attention, according to my mother, so I’ve always thrived in it. I always love it.

Maybe that’s what drew me to you in the first place: the fact that you seemingly didn’t care.

Why didn’t you? Hadn’t you heard of me? The famed Nike’s son who singlehandedly defeated the hydra beast when he was only seventeen? How about the countless olympic victories I’ve garnered through the years, numerous statues being erected in honour of my strength and valued deeds? Surely you had heard my name before, even if just a whisper on the wind.

Well, you had, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that I was born of the Gods. You didn’t care that I have valour or strength.

You don’t even care about how attractive I am. Though, thanks to last night, I know now that you find me to be the most handsome of all.

Definitely doesn’t stroke my ego, or anything…

I can still remember how shy you became once you admitted to it. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve experienced something more euphoric in my entire life, or cuter for that matter. Knowing I have this effect on you is unlike any other, and I never want it to stop, and if I have my way, it never will.

We will be together for all eternity. I’ll make sure of it.

Anyways, I digress… finally, for the first time, I had found someone who wanted to get to know me for me, and not my conquests. All of my attempts to impress you through my grandiose accomplishments meant nothing. It’s the little things that truly mattered to you, like me helping that baker the one day when he broke his arm, or protecting that little girl from straying into one of the hidden labyrinth entrances. That is what seemed to make you notice me.

I’ll admit, for a time, I purposely did any and every little thing to make you look my way. It was worth it in the end, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be laying here with me in my bed after the night we had.

Oh, what a night it was! Even now, I cannot help the way my eyes flutter at the memories that consume my mind. You are so sweet, My Love, that I desperately long for another taste. For now, I’ll leave you to sleep. After all, you’ll need your rest if we are to continue on today just as we did last night.

I won’t lie to you, My Love, getting to love you, to cherish you and please you, is the greatest honour that anyone, living or dead, could ever bestow upon me. There is no higher pleasure I have ever felt in my entire life than the feeling of being locked between your legs. Your skin is softer than any finery the Gods could ever craft. Your voice is the sweetest song composed of melodies meant only for me. Not even Aphrodite herself could compete with your beauty, nor Thanatos tear you away from me in death. I would crawl through the River Styx and rain my terror upon Hades were he to even attempt to keep your departed soul away from me.

Nothing could keep me away from you. I love you.

I never thought I was capable of love, other than the desperate acceptance I sought through my many victories. I wanted to be loved, not be in love.

You changed that. You changed me.

Now, there is not a single thing that I don’t love about you. There is nothing I would change. From the way you smile at me, only for me, to the way you sigh my name so sweetly. To the way you comb your fingers through my hair after a long day, to the way you hug me so tightly when you’re seeking warmth. Your laugh, which is the most melodic symphony I have had the pleasure of hearing, other than your moans, of course. Your eyes, your nose, your body…I love it all.

I can’t fight it any longer, My Love, I need to hold you in my arms once more.

There. That’s better.

Just the way your body moulds against mine is perfect. We were made for each other, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, no one else can have you. No mere mortal could ever please you in the same ways I have. Not anymore.

You are mine, and I am yours.

My lips will forever burn searing kisses along your skin, singing your praise as long as I still draw breath. I will spend all of eternity composing poems of my deepest love for you, and you alone. Only you shall have the honour of hearing what your name sounds like falling from my lips, for only you are worthy.

Worthy of my love.

Worthy of my affection.

More than all of that, worthy of me.

My hands shall grace no other’s skin, lest it is in defence of your honour. Then, I will never be afraid to reign my terror over them. My strength is unmatched, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, My Love, but when I set my sights on something, I do not stop until I have achieved my deepest desires.

My deepest desires…

You know, I never thought anyone would be able to understand me the way you do. How you can make me fall apart so easily - from just a single glance - escapes me. I have never experienced a love like this, and I hope to every God on Olympus that you haven’t, either.

I want to drown you in my love until all that you know, all that you can speak of, is me. I will surround you in me until you no longer can tell where you end and I begin. We are meant to be one, in this life, and the next, and all of the rest after that. I’ll make sure of it.

You are my greatest victory, and I will make sure to be your only prize.

Let the others say what they want, they don’t matter. They’re just jealous, anyways. However, if I hear even one of them so much as speak one negative or malicious word against you… I will not hesitate to rip their tongue from their mouth and feed it to the minotaur. Maybe I’ll just gift you their heart on a golden platter instead. Offer it in placement of my own. Mine only beats for you, anyways.

Do you feel it? It’s thundering right now. I’m surprised the intensity doesn’t wake you from your slumber. Not even my wandering hands seem to affect you at all right now.

That’s okay, I was pretty intense last night.

You can’t blame me, My Love. I finally had the honour of making love to the woman who owns my very soul.

I can still feel the way my fingertips sunk into your flesh, grabbing onto anything and everything I could reach, just as they do right now. Of course, I’m much gentler for the moment than I was last night. I couldn’t help it, I just had to pull you as close as possible to me. I wanted to feel every inch of your body pressed against my own. I’ve been longing for your touch for too long.

You’re additive, did you know that? There is no finer wine, no sweeter ambrosia than the nectar that flows from between those luscious thighs of yours. Seriously, My Love, I could get drunk on you, and I wish you had let me last night. My tongue longs to be back between your legs, lapping up every last drop that flows from that precious cunt of yours. I need my lips on you, bringing you to ecstasy again, and again, and again.

Pull my hair. Scratch my back. Moan my name. Scream your love for me, and say you’re mine.

Do it all over again until you are satisfied, because I fear I will never be able to get enough of you. I will claim you over, and over, and over again until I am satisfied, and Darling, when it comes to you, I’m insatiable.

Don’t think I haven’t notice how you keen into my touch when my arms are around you, pulling your body flush against mine. Don’t think I do not remember the way you begged for more as my cock buried itself in your tight little cunt. And don’t you think for one second I will ever forget the way I made you scream my name as you came for me.

I did that to you. I will continue doing that to you. Forevermore.

I will only ever be satisfied knowing that I have pleased My Goddess to the fullest extent. You will only know joy, you will only know happiness and love when you’re with me. My pleasure is your pleasure, and I hope that you can say the same for me.

For if not…

Well…

Let’s just say you don’t want this to be the start of another competition.

After all, I always win.

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yootaesowlwrites · 1 year ago

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Watch You Fall Apart - Lee Know / Lee Minho

A/N: Sleep has not been much while I was working on this, but hopefully future works for him will be much better.

W/C: 3.3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I like it when you touch me there.” + “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, some humour, sassy!reader, sassy!Minho, sex in a public space(gym shower after hours), shower sex, nicknames, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, neck holding, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You watch as Minho punches the punching bag, sweat coats his skin and his hair was sticking to his neck and forehead. You had joined him at the gym for support, you were supporting him, and he was supporting you, and by that you meant, you were just watching him, and he was supporting that completely. You push your legs together as you catch sight of his arm veins growing, there was a very good reason why you wanted to watch him workout, and that was to see him in such a state where he was covered in sweat and his veins were on full display for you. He grabs not the punching bag to stop it from swinging around before turning his attention to you.

“Do you have something on your mind?” He asks. He had felt your eyes burning into him while he was punching the bag. His eyes slowly move down your body and pause at your legs when he sees you were squeezing your thighs together. “Wanna go shower?” He begins removing the tape from around his hands. “I think I’m done for the day, and I need your help in the shower,” You stand from the bench you were sitting on and make your way towards him.

“I could use a shower too, it’s way too hot in this gym,” You say. He smiles and tosses the tape towards his gym bag once he had them off and takes your hand in his and makes his way to the showers with you right by his side. “You need your gym bag, genius,” He spins to you, and you watch his eyes darken.

“Well, I think the shower is a little more important,” He mutters before releasing your hand and walking past you to retrieve his bag, tossing the tape into the bag before he returns to your side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you into the showers, shutting the main door to it and locking it. He drops the gym bag away from the shower cubicles before turning to you, you immediately reach for his t-shirt and pull it upwards, he lifts his arms, and you remove his shirt, tossing it towards his bag before your hand moves to his shorts. “You seem eager to shower.”

“It’s a very humid gym,” You mutter. He grabs onto your hands and slowly backs you into a cubicle before releasing your hands and moving to grab onto your shirt, he pulls it upwards and tosses it behind him once he removed it before moving his attention to your bra. “Remember your shoes,” You step out of your shoes and let him remove your bra.

“Got it,” He mumbles before stepping out of his shoes. He tosses your bra behind him before taking a step back to pick up his shoes and yours and tosses them towards the gym bag. He steps closer to you again and presses himself against you, you let out a sigh of contention once you feel his warm skin pressed against yours. “I love when you come to the gym with me,” His nose brushes against yours, and you feel his lips brush against yours, your eyes shut as you move your lips with his. His hands move to your pants, and you feel him tugging on them and pulling them lower, your hand moves to the back of his neck and comb your fingers through his hair before gripping his locks.

“Min…” You mumble as he pulls back from the kiss. His head drops, and you feel his lips moving down your neck and over your collarbone and down your chest while pulling your pants lower as he moves lower. “Here,” You pull your hand away from his hair and immediately grab your pants to push them down your legs.

“Why did you need to wear such tight-fitting pants today?” He mumbles against the curve of your breast. “I’ll get it in a moment,” You chuckle and lean your head against the tiled wall as you feel his hot breath moving along your breast before his mouth was against your nipple.

“To impress you,” You mutter and move your hand back to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his hair. You feel his hot breath blow against your nipple as he opens his mouth, you look down at him and saw him looking up at you through his hair.

“You already impress me,” He mutters before wrapping his lips around your nipple. His nose presses further against your breast as he sucks on your nipple, and it makes his breathing sound louder than it actually was. You could feel a shockwave sensation going down to your pussy, and you could feel yourself only growing wetter.

“Just wanna make sure of it,” You say and press down against his head. You feel his hands sliding over your stomach, feeling almost every part of you, before one hand cups your boob and his other hand cups your mound through your panties. His fingers press against your folds and slowly stroke along them. “Minho… hmm, I like it when you touch me there,” You feel him gently tug on your nipple with his mouth, which causes a tightening feeling to begin building inside you. You move your hand to his shorts and slide your hand over his clothed pubic bone before finding his hardening cock.

“Hmm…” He hums against your nipple as you cup his bulge. He pulls back, and you feel him sucking in a deep breath before blowing it out against your nipple, causing it to harden. “Fuck, your hand…” His index fingers slide over your nipple and slowly rub the pad of his finger over the bud. “Shit…” His fingers press against your folds, and you hear a slight squelching sound coming from you. “You sound wet.”

“That would be your fault,” You say. He lifts his head to have it almost level with yours, he was only a few centimetres taller than you, you were about the same height as he was. “You caused it, you should take responsibility and fix the problem,” He chuckles and leans closer, you feel his fingers push harder against your folds and your panties slip between them. “Oh…”

“Hmm, oh,” He mumbles. “You’re so sassy with me,” You feel the fabric touch your clit while his fingers were near your entrance. “There’s only one thing I can do to take that sassiness away,” His fingers slide towards your clit, and you feel him press against the bundle of nerves.

“Miinnn,” You whine. A tingling sensation goes up your spine, and you feel the knot inside you grow bigger, he circles his finger over your clit through the fabric, and you could feel your skin heating up more and the knot inside you tightening. “Minho, ohh, oh, shit…” You could feel your skin starting to become sticky with sweat. “Ohh, oh…”

“Not so sassy now,” He says, and you could see a smirk on his lips. “These little noises sound much better,” You roll your eyes and moments later you feel him release your boob and his hand move to your neck and his fingers press down against the side of your neck. “Fuck, you really want to test me,” You lick your lips before a smirk falls on them, and you gently squeeze his length. “Why are you so hot when you do this to me?” He releases your neck before he pulls his hand away from your pussy.

“Hey, no, no, don’t do that,” You whine. You watch him bend down and pull your pants down even further. “Okay, do that,” You lift one leg, and he pulls your pants down from it before you switch to the other side, and he does the same. “What about my panties, baby?” He could hear the teasing in your tone as he tosses your pants over his shoulder.

“Not yet,” He says and places his hands on your ankles before slowly sliding them upwards as he stands up straight, one hand slides to the inside of your thigh while his other hand moves over the crease of your hip, purposely hooking your panties into his finger and snapping it back against your skin.

“Minho!” You gasp. His hand slides higher and over your stomach before cupping your boob, and moves his thumb over your nipple while his other hand moves closer to your pussy. “Baby…” His fingers hook into the side of your panties, and you feel him pull them to the side before his fingers slip past your folds, and you hear a sucking sound from your wetness as he pushes his fingers through it. “Ohh, hmm.”

“So warm, and wet for me,” He mutters. His fingers slide towards your slit, and you feel two digits pressing against it before slowly sliding them in. “Ohh, how does that feel?” You watch your jaw slack and hear you breathe loudly through your mouth. “Good?” You could feel a light stretch in your walls as his fingers slide deeper inside you.

“Minho…” You breathe. “Fuck…” You feel him curl his fingers inside you before sliding them out as he uncurls them. “Ohh, shit…” His numb rubs your nipple, and you feel a tingling sensation going down to the knot growing inside you. “Min-Minho…” His fingers pump in and out of you, and the sloshing of your wetness quickly fills the air. “Fuck, ohh, my fuck, it’s good…” His fingers curl every few times inside you. You pull at his hair as you feel your high slowly building inside you. “Min…”

“Hmm, keep moaning my name, baby,” He mutters. You could see him staring at you with intensity as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Those pretty noises coming from you,” You could feel sweat rolling down your back and your skin sliding against the tiled wall.

“Minho, oh, my fuck…” You gasp and feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel the knot tightening inside you. Your toes curl into the tiled floor as a hot, tingling sensation travels up your legs and makes its way to your pussy. “Oh…” You feel his hand on your boob disappear before you feel it wrap around your neck once again, your eyes dart to his arm and saw the veins covering his forearm, and you could feel your walls clench as your insides twist and knot together.

“Keep looking at me, I want to watch you fall apart,” He says. You swallow as you feel your insides twisting together into a tighter knot. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” You feel your walls clench around his fingers, and it causes his smirk to widen. “Ohh, do you find that hot?”

“And what if I do?” You ask. You feel a third finger pushing past your walls and stretching them. “Miinnhhooo!” You could feel your lids fluttering as you fight to keep them from shutting in pure pleasure. “Minho, fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your mind spinning and a tingling sensation slowly going up your spine. “Fuck…”

“Keep looking at me, baby,” He says. You tug on his hair harder and move your hand away from his cock to press it against the wall, your fingers scratch at the tiled wall as you fight to keep your eyes open. “That’s it, you’re doing so good,” You were getting close to your release, and you could feel it becoming harder to keep your eyes open.

“Minho, Minho…” You chant as you feel a hot sensation coursing through your veins. “I’m gonna…” Your jaw tenses and you saw stars forming in front of your vision. “Miiinnhhhooo,” Your high was rapidly approaching, and you could feel your mind already starting to feel light as it was ascending into the clouds, he presses the heel of his palm against your clit and you feel your muscles tensing. “MINHO!” He watches as all types of emotions and feelings pass through your eyes before you couldn’t keep them open any longer and they shut. “FUCK!” He feels your walls pulse around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of your faster as you come undone around his fingers. “MIINNHHOO!” The tension inside you comes undone, and pleasure courses through your veins and your back arches. “FUCK, SO GOOD, HMM!”

“Fuck, so hot, you’re so hot when you come undone like this when you fall apart for me,” He says. He loved the sight of your face contorting into pleasure because of him, because of what he was doing to you. “I wish you could see yourself right now, you look absolutely beautiful,” Your body slowly calms down, and he pulls his fingers from you and slowly slides his hand away from your pussy. He moves his hand from your neck to your shoulder to keep you against the wall before he uses one hand to pull his pants down along with his underwear. They drop to the floor around his ankles, and he steps out of them before using his foot to kick them backwards. You feel his hand on your mound as he grips your panties with one hand and tugs it down your legs.

“Step up and outwards, baby,” He says. You do as he says and step out of your panties, and he uses his foot to pull the fabric away from between your legs before kicking it backwards. “Fuck, we need the water now,” He moves his hand on your chest away and reaches for the taps and opens the water. The sound of your heartbeat slowly fades away, and you hear the shower hitting the tiled floor, you open your eyes and look at the man in front of you. “I need you, now,” You lick your lips and push your hand down against the back of his head, pulling him closer to you.

“I’m waiting just for you,” You mutter. He reaches between your bodies, and you feel his cock move along your mound before slipping between your folds, the loud squelching sound of your wetness bounces off the walls before you feel the head of his cock slipping into you. “Ohh, fuck, Minho, fuck, yes, fuck, so good!”

“Uhhm, oh, fuck, shit, you’re sucking me right in, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls literally sucking his cock between them and squeezing down around him. “Fuck, so fucking warm,” The feeling of your warm wet walls causes his mind to start spinning. “Fucking, fuck…” You feel his cock slowly stretching and filling your walls, which was causing you to feel another tightening feeling building inside you. “You feel so good, you always feel so good,” His hips pause once he was fully buried inside you, and he takes in a few deep breaths.

“Fuck, Minho…” You mumble and move your other hand away from the tiled wall and wrap it over his shoulders, your fingers dig into his back as you feel him starting to move. “Fuck, so good, so good, Min,” Your moans along with his grunts fill the showers as he finds a pace quick enough to satisfy you both. The sinful sound of your wetness squelches loudly throughout the bathroom. “Minho, fuck, fuck, it feels so good,” Your nails dig into his skin, and you scratch at his back.

“Fucking,” He groans. Your bodies rub against each other as the water hits his back and your hand, steam was quickly filling the entire bathroom. “Scratch me up, fuck, it feels so good,” You lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, his hand grips the back of your thigh immediately to hold it there as he manages to thrust in deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out as you feel your back arch in pleasure. It felt like fire was going through your veins as the pleasure becomes more intense, your walls clench around his cock as they rub against all the right spots inside you. “Miinnnhhooo!” You push your head back against the tiled wall as you feel a tingling sensation going up your legs and up your spine. His other hand grips your hip and positions you in such a way that each time he would thrust into you, his pubic bone would hit your clit. “MINHO!”

“Fuck, do it again, fuck, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulse around his cock. Your breathing was speeding up, and you could feel the tightening feeling inside you only becoming more intense as the seconds went by. “Fuck, yes, again!”

“MINHO!” You cry out. You were on the edge of pleasure, your mind was spinning, and you were seeing stars once again, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your lids shut in complete bliss. “FUCK!” You scratch at his back as you feel the tension suddenly snap inside you, your mind falls into the clouds and your body feels like it was floating through the high. “MINHO, MINHO, MINHOOOO!” He could feel your walls clenching around him, milking his cock for an orgasm, and milking him to fill you with his load.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, more…” He groans as his hips snap forward. His balls tighten, and he feels a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, Y/n, baby…” He closes his eyes as he feels his high getting closer. His movements were getting sloppy and uneven as he was chasing after his high.

“MIINHHOO!” You moan while going through your high. “Minhhhooo, fuck, fuck, so good, oh, my fucking…” Your grip on his hair tightens as you pull on it. “FUCK!” His head drops to the crook of your neck, and you could hear him grunting right into your neck as he rolls his hips into yours. “Fuck!”

“Fuck… I’m gonna… fuck,” He groans. His grip on your thigh and hip tightens before you feel his hips moving rapidly into yours. “Yyyy/nnnn,” You were slowly coming down from your high when you feel his load spilling into you, and him rocking his hips into yours to ease himself through his high and at the same time get you through yours.

“Fuck, Minho, fuck…” You moan and open your eyes. You blink rapidly to adjust your vision before loosening your grip on his hair and his back. “So good, baby, it feels so good when you do this to me…” His hips slow down before completely stopping against yours, you both breathe in loudly as you try to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. “You okay?” You gently play with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Hmm…” He hums and pulls his head away from your neck. “I’m good, more than good,” He looks at your face and gives you a lazy smile. “And you, are you okay?” He carefully lowers your leg and slides halfway out from you, making you take in a shuddering breath.

“All good,” You gasp out. He leans his head closer to yours, and leans his forehead against yours, making sure your noses are brushing together. You could feel his breath against your lips before you tilt your head and press your lips against his, softly kissing him. He slowly backs up and pulls you away from the wall and underneath the shower head, water quickly rushes onto your head and slips between your bodies, his hand moves to cup your ass before he pulls away from the kiss.

“Let me wash you,” He mutters and pulls his head out from underneath the water. You pull your head away from underneath the shower head and tighten your grip on him. “I need to go get the soap.”

“Let me wash you too,” You whisper. “It’s only fair if you wash me, then I wash you,” He nods his head, knowing this is an argument he won’t win if he started one. “Okay, then you can go get the soap,” You release the hold on , andand he takes a step back, you move your body underneath the water to let it run over you and wash some of the sweat coating your skin off. “Can we get a punching bag for you at home?”

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rose0catcher · 2 years ago

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lyramundana · 2 years ago

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Poly MinSung dynamic in (most) of my AUs:

Minho-Jisung-MC

(Bonus points if MC played matchmaker)

(Bonus points if the both can't function without MC now)

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#poly minsung #minsung x reader #lee know x reader x han jisung #minsung #lee know scenario #han jisung scenario #minsung scenario #skz prompts #skz scenarios #skz imagine

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choixlia · 4 months ago

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omg this was sooo good

[23:04] — failed initiation :: l.minho

» stray kids masterlist «

➮ minho × gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: Your best friend invited you to a frat party and during your first game of Paranoia, your crush comes in to save your ass.

genres/themes/au: fluff; party themes; non idol au, college au

warnings: mild language, gn!reader, gn!best friend, alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive at the end

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a/n: this is for the initiation event hosted by @cultofdionysusnet that we members have to complete upon joining. There isn't much else to be said about it honestly. It's just a lil drabble. A lil timestamp lol nothing special. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

The lights and heavy bass had been blinding and overwhelming when you'd first stepped into the building earlier that evening but now after a couple hours and more drinks than you could remember, it had less of an effect on you.

When your best friend had invited you to this frat party, you'd initially turned them down, wanting to stay in but when you learned that your campus crush was going to be there. You couldn't pass up the opportunity.

You were on probably a sixth or seventh drink when one of the guys throwing the party came up to you. It was the guy your friend liked, Yeosang. He noticed your nearly empty cup and offered to get you a refill. You thanked him, accepting his offer.

Yeosang disappeared into the crowd as your eyes landed on the one guy you'd come to see.

Minho.

He was gorgeous, extremely smart and athletic, and not to mention absolutely hilarious. Not everyone understood or appreciated his humor or that he was a little rough around the edges but under that, he was genuinely a very nice person.

You'd seen your fair share of his generosity and his kind nature when he rescued three kittens from a tree on his way to class. He was also the kind of person to stop and move a turtle across the road so it wouldn't get hit.

With people, he tended to be a bit abrasive and came off crass.

But with animals, he was a kind and gentle soul.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice Minho had made eye contact with you from his spot across the room and was now staring back. Your cheeks burned as you looked away, missing the slight smirk that appeared on his face. You felt a body squeeze next to you.

Yeosang had returned. "Your beverage," he said, offering you the glass and tapping his against yours lightly in silent cheers. You lifted the glass and took a sip, surprised by the fruity flavors. It was like a mixture of different fruits. Like a fruit punch almost. "This is really good!" you said over the music.

Yeosang nodded, thank you. "Hey, you should come with me. There's a smaller room where everyone is just hanging out. Y/F/N is there," he said into your ear.

You nodded, letting him lead the way, glancing around but not seeing Minho anywhere.

Yeisang led you through the crowd to the kitchen and to a door that opened up to the basement. You glanced back at him in panic and he nodded, that same pleasant smile on his face. The kind that puts your fears at ease.

You started down the steps into the basement. He was right, there was a smaller party going on down in the bowels of the house. The room looked to be a gamer's cave of sorts. Inside were some of Yeosang's friends, your best friend and…

"Hey, Minho," a voice called. Your crush looked up as Chris walked over, the two greeting one another. Minho looked as if he was in the process of playing a game at the Foosball table against one of Yeosang's older friends, Seonghwa.

Your best friend made a beeline to you as Yeosang excused himself to go chat with a friend. "I was wondering where you were!" your best friend said quietly. You glared at them.

"I was right where you left me," you reminded them. Your best friend gave you a pout. "I'm sorry. Y/N," they replied. "I was getting a refill and then Yeosang told me this party down here was going on and so we came down here and then I got so caught up in talking to his friends. When I realized you were still upstairs I asked him to go get you."

You narrowed your eyes before letting it slide. No harm done.

You took another drink as you glanced around, your gaze settling on Minho again. He was facing Seonghwa, waiting for the other to be ready to start the game.

He looked so effortlessly flawless. He wore a plain white tee tucked into light wash jeans with rips in the thighs and knees. The cuffs of his jeans were rolled up once, exposing the top of his black high top converse. Over the shirt he wore a gray plaid button down, left unbuttoned and open to show off the tee and his silver chain necklace.

When you arrived earlier that evening, he'd been sporting a black leather jacket but had removed it at some point. His hair was styled lazily, like he'd put light product on his fingers and then run his fingers through his hair but after repeatedly running his fingers through his hair all night, the style had fallen out.

You turned away as Felix motioned for you and your best friend to join them on the couch. "We're gonna play a game," Felix announced as more people moved to sit around the coffee table, some on the floor.

"What kind of game?" you asked hesitantly. "You've heard of Paranoia?" You nodded slowly. "She's heard of it," your best friend offered. "But she's never played it." One of Felix and Minho's friends, Hyunjin, leaned forward to see past Felix. "Then think of this like an initiation to the college party scene," he said with a wink.

"So, I don't have to explain?" Felix asked, sounding relieved until Jeongin raised his hand. "I don't know the game," he replied, several others chiming in.

Felix groaned while Hyunjin took the reins, explaining the rules of the game.

"It's really simple," he started. "One person will whisper a question into your ear and then you have to answer that question out loud. It's typically a one word question. Then, other players can ask you what the question was," he added. Jeongin and a few others nodded.

"If you don't want to answer, you have to take a shot," he continued, producing a bottle and setting it on the coffee table while Yeosang approached with a sleeve of cups.

"If you don't want to play, get up now," Hyunjin announced. When no one moved, the game started. Finally it got to Felix who sat beside you. "Okay, Y/N," he started before leaning in, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his lips from would-be lip readers.

"Is it true you like Minho?" he whispered. Your eyes widened as he leaned back to look at you. After a moment of silence you finally nodded. "Y-yes," you answered. Felix chuckled, looking smug and triumphant.

"I knew it," he replied. "It's kind of obvious," he added. You threw him a dirty look as one of the girls in the circle, a girl named Yeji leaned forward. "What was the question, Y/N?"

Your cheeks burned. "I'll take a shot," you said quickly. Your best friend grabbed your arm as Hyunjin poured you a shot. "Are you sure about that? You've already had a lot to drink."

You nodded. "I'd rather drink than repeat the question you said softly as Hyunjin pushed the cup towards you. You reached to grab it but another hand took it and everyone looked up as Minho raised the cup to his face, taking a sniff.

"Everclear, Hyun? Really?" he scoffed. "Are you trying to kill people?" Hyunjin frowned. "Y/N has to take the shot, Min, that's the rule!"

Minho shook his head before raising the cup to his lips, eyes meeting yours. "To your good health," he said before downing the contents to everyone's shock. He gagged before crumpling the cup and looking at Hyunjin.

"You're a bad influence," he said before tossing the cup in the trash by the couch and turning to you, offering his hand. "Come on," he said softly. "Let me show you how to play Foosball." You took his hand without hesitation, offering an apology to your best friend and went with Minho over to the Foosball table.

The rest of the night was spent talking to Minho as he taught you how to play. You managed to beat him three times in a row as the rest of the party dwindled on.

Minho proved to be pretty good company and you end the night falling even more for him.

You also managed to fall into his bed but that was another story for another time.

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havenhyunjin · 2 months ago

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do you have a girlfriend? - stray kids

— texts where you ask them to translate “do you have a girlfriend?” to korean as a joke. it goes well.

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writingforstraykids · 2 months ago

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Minsung Masterlist🖤

Fluff: 🌹 / Angst: 💭 / Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Work Count: 2

More Minho | Jisung content here: Collection of Masterlists

Info: Every fic without the fem/male/gn Reader attached in the title is a Minsung only fic

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Lucky - 🌹

Minho can't help but marvel at Jisung sometimes and realize how lucky he is to have the younger by his side.

A place to call ours🌹❤️‍🔥

Finally in a dorm of their own Jisung worries if things will continue to go as well between Minho and him. Minho does nothing but prove him it will and Jisung tries to spend Minho just as much comfort whenever he needs it.

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choixlia · 3 months ago

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i'm dead

Number 25

Xfem!reader you’re a photography major, working for the schools news letter and this weeks paper features the schools star football player, lee minho. What happens when minho gets a little interest in the person behind the camera? A/n : i got inspired to write this after watching the mv for super bowl :,). It’s so hard being ot8. Sorry for any typos!

Youve never really watched sports, let alone played one. You were a homebody, lazying around and sleeping are usually the only things in your schedule.

So when you’re forced to follow around jocks for a day, you felt like you were gonna die. It was scorching hot and you were on a field, trying to get nice pictures of the football team during practice. the school news letter, where you were doing a paid internship, had basically begged you to take on this report. Becuase you were in fact, one of the best photographers they had at the moment.

You accepted it, thinking that I wouldn’t be that bad. But boy, were you wrong.

“How are they still going?” You said as you watched from the bleachers. Just seeing them run made you feel exhausted. You were already sweating bullets and you were just sitting there.

From one player, to another, the ball flew through the sky like a plane. You held your camera to your face, zooming in on the guy with the number 25 on his back. He had the ball in his clutch as he zipped passed the others.

Click, click, click.

You snapped a few pictures and moved the camera back to look at the outcome. They were pretty good. You caught him, mid throw. His arm was cocked back, hair pushed from his eyes and you could just see the raw determination in them.

standing up, you walked to yourself on to the field. A closer shot like that would be perfect for the front page of the paper.

You watched through the lense, still following player 25. He got a hold of the ball again, this time nearing the touchdown line. The others tried to grab him, but he swiftly dodged them. He had the agility of a cat, jumping and crossing his teammates.

click, click

Finger hitting the button on its own, you kept snapping as many picture as you could as he reached his touch down. You watched as he smiled victoriously and you couldn’t stop the ends of your lips from curling.

Just as you were about to pull the camera from your face, Number 25 turned in your direction. He looked directly into the camera before throwing up a piece sign and showcasing the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

Click.

as the practice continued on, you made sure to snap pictures of the team. But you just couldn’t keep your eyes off that guy. The amount of pictures you took of him, was insane. If this wasn’t your job, someone would’ve assumed you were some kind of stalker.

you figured you had taken enough pictures for the day and started packing your things. you had back your turned to the field, so you weren’t able to notice a certain jock walking up to you.

“Yo, camera girl.” You whipped your head around at the sudden voice, eyes going round once you realized who it was.

“Um, yes?” Number 25 smiled, taking a step towards you and you automatically felt intimidated.

“Could I take a peek at the pictures you took? I wanna make sure you got my good side.” He said with a wink.

The heat rushed to your face. There was no way you were going to allow him to see the embarrassing amount of pictures you took of him.

“T-they’re not that good..” your eyes darted off to the side. He asked you few more times, only to get rejected every attempt.

The jock clicked his tongue before swiftly taking the camera from your hands. You reached out for it but he just took your hand into his and pulled you to the bleachers. “Stop being dramatic, it’s almost like you’re hiding something.” He said and you could feel your heart sink.

you watched in horror as he went through the pictures silently. He swiped until he got to the very last picture. The one of him posing after his touchdown.

“This is..” he trailed off, turning to look at you and your heart was doing jumping jacks. “The best pictures I’ve ever seen of my self.”

You felt relief, wash over you. You were more than glad he didn’t think you were come weird. Even if he was just ignoring it, you were still grateful.

“Do you ever take pictures of yourself?” He asked, resting his elbow on his knees. His chin sat on his palm as he looked up at you curiously.

“Nope.” You shook your head.

“that’s a shame. You’re pretty cute.”

You blinked, not knowing how to respond. “Thank you?”

“Have more confidence, camera girl. ” he chuckled as he sat up, grabbing your camera from beside him. “And you have talent. You took so many pictures of me. Do you like me or something?”

It was like he had no filter and said the first thing that popped up in his mind. Just as you were starting to forget about those damn photos.

He could care less about how embarrassed you were, teasing you as he waved the camera in your face. You snatched it away, face going up in flames.

A wide grin stretched across his face. “Sorry. didn’t mean to make you mad there, camera girl.” He held his hands up in defense.

“You know I have name right, number 25?” You quipped back.

“Cute.” He stood up in front of you, holding his hand out. “Lino.”

“y/n.” You took his hand and he pulled you up from your seat. Maybe he had used a little to much force because you ended pressed against him.

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” Lino snaked his arms around your waist, smirking.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

#lee know scenario #lee know imagines

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baby-yongbok · 5 months ago

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Poly SKZ!Fake Texts - "Your nails are too long"

✧ Pairing: Ot8!Skz x Afab!Reader - explicit content [ MDNI ] ✧ CW: Themes of marking, Jeongin being a menace and Seungmin being a snitch

✧ a/n: I have writers block & burnout so another fake text post for you all! I write these the most. I'm usually just casually creating them soooo until I can actually finish a fic please enjoy these!❣️

✧ Masterlist ✧

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ivyues · 2 months ago

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Feline Approval - Lee Know

How Soonie and Lee Know agreed you were the one.

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft, golden streaks across the room. Lee Know stirred awake, his senses slowly tuning in to the world around him. The first thing he noticed was the warmth pressed against him – your back nestled against his chest. His arms were securely wrapped around you, his hold gentle yet protective. His lips quirked into a faint smile. He loved these quiet moments with you, where the world seemed to pause just for a little while.

Blinking sleepily, he nuzzled closer, the subtle scent of your shampoo filling his senses. Then something caught his eye. He craned his neck slightly to peer over your shoulder and froze, his breath hitching. There, nestled in your arms, was Soonie.

One of his beloved cats, usually aloof and particular about where he napped, was curled up peacefully against you. Soonie’s small, fluffy body rose and fell with each soft breath, his paws tucked delicately against his chest. His head rested on your arm as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Lee Know froze for a moment, his half-asleep mind trying to process what he was seeing. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, a wave of tenderness washing over him. His pets were like his children – precious, guarded, and fiercely loved. For Soonie to let down his guard and seek comfort in your arms meant everything to him.

For a long moment, he simply watched, his heart swelling with a mix of love and tenderness. The room was filled with a calm stillness, the golden light making everything feel surreal, almost sacred. He couldn’t decide what he adored more – the way you looked so peaceful as you slept, or the fact that Soonie had claimed a spot right there with you.

He gently tightened his embrace around you, careful not to disturb the little scene in front of him. His lips brushed against the nape of your neck as he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t fully wake, only murmuring something incoherent. Soonie shifted in your arms, letting out a tiny, contented sigh, and Lee Know felt his heart clench. "Even Soonie knows you’re special," he murmured, more to himself than to you, his nose brushing against your shoulder.

For a man who often found it difficult to put his feelings into words, this moment spoke volumes. You weren’t just someone he loved – you were someone who had effortlessly become part of his world, someone his loved ones accepted without hesitation.

As he laid there, holding his little family in his arms, Lee Know felt a rare kind of peace settle over him. Tomorrow, there would be rehearsals, chaos, and the usual whirlwind of his life. But today, he had this – a moment of pure, unfiltered happiness – one he would treasure forever.

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jeonginsleftcheek · 2 months ago

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Dolly IV

~ part 4 of the Dolly series

pairing: lee know x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, horror/sci-fi

synopsis: the human body is the most fascinating thing and you know all about the intricate anatomy of it. ever so curious you purchase a human-looking doll and your life changes forever.

wc: 7.9k

warnings: death & dead bodies, reader is a mortician, mentions of needles and scalpels, sorry if there are any mistakes

nsfw warnings: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, blood play, knife play, creampies, spanking, oral (m)

~ divider by @bunnysrph

It's eerily quiet around you but that doesn't bother you. Not tonight, not ever. Sometimes the silence is comforting and helps you concentrate on the intricate work you do.

You've always been fascinated with death, ever since you were a child. You weren't scared of it, you welcomed it with your arms wide open and it was your father who exposed you to it since you were young.

It wasn't really on purpose, but having a funeral home inside your house and a curious child was not a good combination.

Your father was a good and warm man, offering a friendly tap on the shoulder and a few consoling words to grieving family members, the ones who sat in his office discussing details about funerals, their noses runny and eyes red from crying.

Not all of them were like that; some just sat there with a numb look on their face, a kind of silent sorrow etched inside their features while there were those that seemed completely emotionless.

You'd always lean behind the wall and listen to them discuss until your father would notice you and send you back to your room. The only room in the house that looked somewhat... alive.

Your father was pretty fascinated with death and any art that surrounded it, prints of Francisco Goya's black paintings adorned the walls in your house; Saturn Devouring his Son, Witches' Sabbath, Two Old Men, Judith and Holofernes, Two Old Ones Eating Soup, Atropos...

They captivated you in a way you couldn't put into words and sometimes they gave you torturous nightmares, but you weren't scared.

You welcomed the darkness into your heart completely; in fact you thrived off of it.

It was one quiet and calm evening when you tiptoed down to your basement. The moonlight cast a glow through the windows as your shadow passed by the paintings staring at you with their freakish eyes.

The door was ajar and you pushed it, the creaking sound cutting the silence of the dark night as your heart started beating in your ears.

There they were on the table. A person who had succumbed to Death itself.

Silently, you treaded towards the sheet-covered body but before your little hand could reach it, your father grabbed your wrist gently, scaring you out of your wits.

"What are you doing here, y/n? You know you shouldn't be here." he said, taking you away from your curiosities.

"I- I just wanted to see."

"I know, sweetheart but it's not the time yet. One day, hopefully, you will take over this business just like I took over from your grandfather. Now, go back to sleep."

"Okay." you nodded, albeit feeling a bit sullen that you didn't get to see the person under the sheet.

It's been years since that night, and now you were the one who offered consoling words and friendly pats on the shoulders of grieving family members.

Your father had succumbed to his illness, leaving you alone in this world, alone with all the darkness and death. Of course, you missed him dearly but he suffered so much in his last years that you were somewhat thankful to Death for taking him.

Wherever he was, you knew he was at peace and watching over you.

Taking over his business was the natural step for you, death was just a part of life, and preparing someone's loved one for their funeral felt honorable and you viewed the entire process as a kind of art. When you were old enough, your father started teaching you bits and pieces about preparation and the embalming process, and of course it was only natural for you to develop even more interest for it and get the needed education.

You worked as his assistant at first and when he got sick you became the caretaker and the mortician.

Of course, you couldn't be the one to prepare your father for his burial, it was too much as you watched him disappear more and more every day while he was sick and you wanted your last memory of him to be as peaceful as it can be.

It's been a few years since then, and you were now one of the most respected morticians in your small town. You kept to yourself mostly, only having one close friend since you were kids, Emily.

But you weren't lonely, you focused on your work and your hobbies, like reading, painting and writing poetry, all in the company of your fur baby, your cat named Shadow. You had rescued the elegant black cat off the street when she was just a small lost kitty and ever since then you became inseparable.

Though, even you weren't immune to the troubles of dating. Most of your partners were a bit put off by your work, to say the least, especially if they'd come around to your house which you had repainted black, the decoration was halloween all year around coupled with the creepy paintings on your walls and the fact that there are dead bodies in your basement wasn't really an aphrodisiac.

It was frustrating because you wished you could share your life with someone who'd be genuinely into the things that interest you.

That's why when you found yourself mindlessly scrolling through social media, an ad caught your eye.

Sex dolls.

You chuckled to yourself as you got more comfy under your blanket, Shadow cracking one eye open to look at you from where she was curled up.

You clicked on it.

One doll in particular pulled you in.

Minho, the dark dolly.

He was beautiful, his hair black and shaggy, falling over his eyes, his features were sharp and perfect, somewhat feline-like and his lips seemed sweet and plump.

You liked the outfit they chose for him, all black like you dressed 99% of the time completed with a choker around his neck.

He was perfect.

You scrolled around looking at the other dolls, they all seemed intriguing but Minho was the one you wanted the most.

Besides, some of them already sold so you decided not to wait and jumped on it, ordering yourself the dark dolly. And it didn't take long for him to be delivered to your house, in a big black box reminiscent of a casket. Shadow inspected the box immediately, sniffing and rubbing against it, she seemed to approve of it.

You opened it up eagerly, finally taking a look at your beautiful Minho and he was even more perfect in real life than all the pictures they had posted.

There was a letter inside the box and you opened it up.

Hello,

my name is Minho and I am your dark dolly.

I love cats, horror movies, yummy food and staying inside.

Please treat me with kindness, even though I like scary things, I have a soft soul so never forget to pat my head.

Hope you'll love me as much as I love you.

"I'm glad you love cats, otherwise I'd have to send you back." you joked, as Shadow put her paws on the box, sniffing around before meowing at you.

"You approve, I suppose?" you asked and your cat meowed once again so you were satisfied.

"I guess you do." you ripped off the rest of the bubble wrap, scaring your cat with your movements as she scurried away to her place on the sofa.

Your doll was dressed in a black button up shirt that was almost see-through, coupled with black leather pants and some fine shoes. He looked so alive, it would've been eerie if you weren't already used to looking at people lying down lifelessly before you.

You noticed a little note sticking out of his pocket so you pulled it out and opened it.

My kitten!

I got ready for our rendezvous.

I hope you like the outfit I chose and I hope you'll enjoy our first night together.

"Kitten, huh? Interesting." you smirked as you grabbed the manual, ready to read it from top to bottom but your curiosity got the better of you so you reached your hand to touch Minho.

"Oh." that definitely felt like human skin.

Something was wrong here and you felt it from the moment you laid eyes on his still body. But of course, you weren't afraid, in fact you were determined to find out the truth.

You read the entire manual carefully, going over it a few times, specifically the part where it said the doll can bruise.

How can the doll bruise if there's no blood inside its body?

"Hm." you threw the manual aside and finally lifted the doll out of its little casket, setting it down on the couch in the sitting position.

It took some time to adjust him but Shadow came to sniff Minho and rub against him, seemingly she liked him very much and you trusted your cat's intuition.

"Give me a moment." you said to the doll before running to get some stuff you needed from the basement.

"I'm sorry for this." you grimaced as you sat down next to Minho.

Just a little prick on the skin is what you needed so you grabbed his hand and brought it closer to you as you held the little needle in your other hand. Quickly, you pricked him and waited for a moment.

Nothing was happening so you sighed putting the needle on a tray you brought. You were just about to get up when you noticed it; a tiny droplet of blood oozing out of your doll's finger. With a gasp you stared at the red liquid.

Your mind was reeling and before you could stop yourself, you brought his finger to your lips, licking at the droplet, the metallic taste of blood was unmistakable. Your doll had real blood inside its body. Something about that frightened you, but that fear ignited a flame within you and you wrapped your lips around his finger, lightly sucking on it, the blood coming out slowly as you lapped at it.

"Oh. Looks like I'm not the only one enjoying this." Minho's eyes were shining and his pants were filling up, the button almost popping off.

He was big and usually you weren't this impatient but it's been some time. Your hand explored his muscular thigh, running up to cup his erection and you swore you could feel him twitch in your hand.

You scooted closer to him, hand tangling in his hair and it was surprisingly soft and it smelled of shampoo like he had just washed it. You leaned in to take a whiff before pressing kisses there all the way down to his cheeks. His soft skin under your lips felt heavenly and you were already getting addicted to him.

You pressed your lips into his softly, then pressed them again a bit harder as your hands roamed on his chest. He was muscle everywhere and you were fluttering on the inside, your arousal increasing the more you touched him.

A loud pop scared you as you jolted looking down to find the source. A small laugh escaped your lips when you realized that the button on his pants had actually popped off.

"Fine, you're eager." you chuckled, sliding his pants down, your eyes on his prominent bulge instantly. Your nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and strong biceps that were visible in the tanktop he wore.

"Wait. I should undress too." you said and Shadow perked up from her spot before standing up and rushing out of the living room like she had understood what was about to happen.

You took your robe off, letting it fall on the floor, you were left only in the silky black nightgown so slowly you slid that off too, the material pooling around your feet.

Minho seemed to have some kind of reaction, at least his neck flushed a little and you were wondering how it does that. How is any of this real?

That didn't matter after you stripped him completely, your eyes admiring the work of art before you. Hands touching and lips exploring, you didn't care about how freaky all this was.

Somewhere along the way you lost your panties, so you straddled Minho's lap, your hands grabbing his face. He was absolutely stunning and your pussy clenched at the look in his eyes. It seemed like there was a fire inside them, a passion burning wild.

Your hand wrapped around his cock, big and heavy in your hand, making you whimper at the thought of it being inside you. You ran the throbbing tip against your wet folds before slowly sinking down on him.

The stretch was delicious as you took him in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support, your hands splayed on his muscular back. When you adjusted, you slowly started to move up and down on his length, the squelching sounds filling up the room as you dripped on him.

It seemed as if Minho was looking at you and you sped up, bouncing on him faster, your moans getting louder as you neared your high.

Your nails dug into his flesh as you exploded around him, your hand running down to cup his ass which made him cum too, the warm liquid filling you up and making your eyes roll back.

"Wow." you gasped. Only when you lifted up and circled the couch, you saw that his back had angry red scratch marks.

"Shit, I'm sorry." you leaned over to look at Minho's face.

He seemed to be smirking just a tiny bit?

"I hope it doesn't hurt." you said, not forgetting to pat and caress your dolly's head. You pressed a few small kisses on his cheek before leaving to get cleaned up.

When you came back, Minho was waiting for you in the same position so you cleaned him too and put some of his clothes back on, the pants definitely needed some mending.

"A sex doll?" Emily looked at you in disbelief, holding Shadow in her arms like a baby, moving the cat left and right.

"Yes, isn't he beautiful?" you smirked, patting Minho's head as he sat in your kitchen, company to you and your friend.

"I mean, he is. It's just a little creepy." she said and you gave her a pointed look which made her laugh. "But I shouldn't be surprised when it comes to you. He really looks human though." Emily added, coming closer to the doll as Shadow jumped out of her arms.

"Here's the thing. I pricked his finger the other day and he bled." you told her, adjusting on your chair as you picked up your cup of tea.

"He what? Now, that's creepy. Are you sure it was blood? Maybe it's some kind of trick?"

"Nope, it was definitely blood." you shook your head.

"Hm. Can you like open him up?" Emily asked, making you chuckle.

"Do you know how much I paid for him? I'm not about to cut him up, besides the manual said not to mutilate the doll."

"And why is that? Because they don't want you to know the doll's secrets? Just think about it." Emily shrugged. "Anyways, I have to go. Call me if you find anything out." she added, wiggling her brows.

You took a look at Minho, it hasn't even been a week since he was in your house, but he blended in perfectly with the rest of the decor, even when he was more than that. Shadow seemed to love him, always rubbing against his legs and sleeping on his lap. Animals had a sixth sense when it came to things like this so you trusted that you weren't in any danger. Still, you were so curious.

Come evening, you were in a mood.

There was music blasting from your speakers, the lights were all out except the dimmed moody ones and a few candles here and there. The tv was on too, a silent horror film playing on it. Outside, it was raining hard, almost drowning out any other sounds as big droplets kept hitting your window.

Shadow was tucked away in her room and you were wearing lingerie.

Minho was sat on your couch, you turned him to look directly at you as you downed a glass of wine before you started swinging your hips seductively.

The music took you over and you danced, forgetting about everything around you, including your companion Minho whose eyes were following every single movement, unbeknown to you.

"Oh!" you spun a little too fast, colliding with the side of the sofa and chuckling to yourself.

Your eyes fell to Minho, then the coffee table where you had left some cake and knife to cut it with. You bit on your lip as you made your way towards him slowly.

You picked up the knife, twirling the handle once, twice as you smirked at the dolly.

"Are you scared, doll?" you leaned towards him, your tits almost falling out of your skimpy bra as you pointed the knife at Minho.

He didn't seem to react at all.

"No? How about now?" you asked, leaning the knife on his cheek gently. "Or now?" you added, sliding it down his chest and abdomen slowly all the way towards the bulge that appeared in his boxers.

"Enjoying this? I'm glad." you smirked, putting the knife aside for a moment to unhook your bra and slide down your panties.

You undressed Minho too, spreading his legs a little and adjusting him before you turned your back to him.

"Like what you see?" you ran your hands up your hips to your waist as you looked back at him.

The reflection of the candlelight burned in his eyes as you slowly sat in his lap, his length filling your pussy up perfectly, your feet planted on the floor. A moan escaped your lips when you found purchase on his thighs, bracing yourself as you started to bounce on him. The sound of your ass slapping against his abdomen filled up the room and you threw your head back, enjoying the feeling of his tip brushing against your sweet spot.

"Ah! Fuck, Minho!" you moaned his name, feeling him twitch inside you instantly and you gasped as you came, lifting off of him and squirting all over his thighs. What a sweet mess.

"Oh." you moaned, taking him in once again as you sat down and started moving up and down, your thighs burning from exertion. You reached back to grab a handful of his ass, making the doll fill you up.

You leaned on him, your back flush against his chest as you grabbed his arms and wrapped them around you.

"I kinda wish you would come to life but at the same time I don't know if you'd like me. Right now, you have no choice. Isn't that kinda fucked up?" you looked up at Minho but there was no sign of reaction or movement. "Well, don't move. I'll be right back." you joked as you stood up.

You prepared a bath for the both of you, struggling a little to get him in but as soon as you did, you sat between his legs and relaxed in the warm water.

Shadow appeared in your bathroom, meowing at you.

"What is it?" you chuckled, leaning a little to the side to look at her.

Your cat's tail twitched a few times as she stared at Minho, releasing a few more meows before sitting down and continuing to stare at him. You looked back at your doll but he was chilling, looking straight ahead like he always does.

Eventually, Shadow gave up the staring and left the bathroom. Huh, that was weird, you thought but brushed it off as cat behavior.

After drying yourself and the dolly, you got dressed and tucked him in your bed. After years of sharing your bed only with your cat, it was nice to also have someone fill up the empty side of it. And Minho was warm and soft in a way, you had no idea how they made him like that but in the tired and lonely moments, you didn't care.

It's been almost a month since Minho entered your life and you shared almost every moment with him. He had watched you cook and clean, do your hobbies, play with your cat. But, you had yet to take him downstairs.

You weren't even sure if you wanted to. But you were dragging him around the house all the time like a kid drags their favorite teddy bear so you didn't see the harm in it.

Whenever a grieving family came to talk to you, Minho was tucked away in the safety of your room. Today, a particularly loud widow came in to cry to you about her husband who was now in your basement, waiting to be prepared for his funeral.

You reassured her he was in best hands and that you'll make him look as wonderful as you can, since the accident he passed away in had ruined his face.

You just needed to get some things from a few shops before starting, and as soon as the widow left you went to your room to see Minho.

"I'm going to town. I'll be back soon, honey." you chuckled, giving him a peck and a few pats on his soft hair.

You were done with shopping quickly and as the sun was setting you decided to walk across the main square and have a short stroll since you weren't carrying many things.

You saw a little crowd gathered there around someone so naturally curious, you made your way towards it.

An artist was sitting on a little stool, painting a portrait of one of the onlookers. You peered down to look at the canvas, hypnotized by the brush strokes and the movement of this person's hand.

Your eyes followed his arm to his face and your brows furrowed. He looked somewhat familiar. You were trying to think where you had seen him before but kept coming up blank.

"Do you want a portrait?" his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"Ah, yes sure." you nodded and he started working on it immediately.

He was talented and quick and you kept observing him as he worked, still trying to think where he was familiar from.

"Here. Done." he smiled proudly and you chuckled.

"Thank you, it's really good." you took out your wallet. "Here." you gave him a 100, and his eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, thank you! T-this is a lot! Thank you so much!" he bowed a little as he took the bill from you.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"H-Hyunjin, miss." he looked a little panicked and you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Have I seen you somewhere?" you asked and he chuckled nervously, and you noticed a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Maybe you've seen me paint here." he said but you still weren't convinced.

"Maybe. You come here often?"

"I'm trying to make some money to buy a gift for my lover." Hyunjin smiled fondly and you smiled back.

"That's sweet."

"Thank you. Your portrait." he said as you stood up.

"Oh, thanks for that again. Bye, Hyunjin." you said as you grabbed it.

"Bye, miss." he yelled behind you as you walked away.

Finally, you took Minho down to your basement. You put him in safe distance from all the chemicals as you got ready to begin your work.

Minho sat in the corner, his eyes twitching a few times as he stared at your skilful hands. You worked almost on autopilot as you have done this a hundred times, rinse and repeat.

It took a few hours but the man finally looked at peace, you had reconstructed his face as much as you could for an open casket, the embalming process taking up most of the time after that.

After putting the body away and cleaning everything up, your eyes fell to Minho and you friend's words rang inside your mind.

Maybe you could take a little peak inside him? You stood there contemplating, remembering that he did in fact bleed when you pricked him, so if you cut him it might be even messier. You didn't want to hurt him but as always, you were too curious for your own good.

Minutes later, your dolly was shirtless on your table, a scalpel in your hand. Never has your hand trembled but as you brought the blade closer to his skin, your fingers twitched ever so slightly. Your heart sped up as you took a deep breath, pressing the scalpel softly against the doll's skin.

Suddenly, he lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist, his eyes moving to look at you as you screamed, trying to step back but he held on tightly, taking a deep breath that sounded somewhat painful.

"Don't hurt me." he pleaded, his voice raspy as he took in shallow breaths.

You snatched your hand away, the scalpel clattering on the floor as your wide eyes took in the sight before you. Your dolly was alive.

"I always had this irrational fear that some day one of the dead bodies I was working on would wake up." you chuckled.

"I wasn't dead." he sat up slowly and you rushed to him, seeing he was dizzy.

"I know. You bled when I pricked your finger."

"By the way, that hurt." he gave you a look and you shrugged with a smirk.

"What about the part that came after it?" you asked breathlessly as Minho's eyes softened.

"That was more fun." he smirked, making you chuckle. "Can we go upstairs? The fumes are making me nauseous."

You helped Minho up, taking him to the kitchen where he drank four glasses of water quickly while you heated up dinner.

"So, you were aware of everything the entire time?" you asked and he nodded, his cheeks becoming rosy. "I figured as much. Something was fishy ever since you came here. I knew you were alive."

Shadow appeared in the kitchen, jumping up on Minho's lap immediately and he wrapped his arms around the cat, caressing her. She meowed and started purring as she pushed her head into his hand.

"She approved of you from day one."

"I'm glad she did."

"Here, eat and then we can talk." you said, as if this was the most normal thing ever.

"It's so nice to be able to move and be outside in the fresh air." Minho noted as the two of you decided to take a walk in the woods behind your house.

The woods were comforting always and even more beautiful now with all the autumn colors painting the leaves. It was a bit chilly but you dressed well, the fresh air was helping you clear your mind.

"I bet it is. So, what do you remember before being here with me?"

"I remember a lab. Tables like the ones in your basement, I remember I didn't look like this from the beginning. I also remember I could walk and move and talk before they put something inside us. We were plugged to something and suspended in water tanks. There was eight of us."

"Oh, I saw the others on the site! Do you remember them?"

"Yes, I do. We all had our cells before they put us in the tanks. Chan was made first. Then there was me, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and lastly Jeongin." Minho explained.

"Wait, Hyunjin?" you suddenly remembered the artist you ran into.

"Yes, he liked to paint."

"I saw him today!"

"You saw Hyunjin?" Minho's eyes widened. "Like this? Alive?"

"Yeah. Do you think the others are somewhere around here too?"

"Could be. I really miss them. We tried, y/n. We tried to fight the company but there were too many of them and we were kept in such a controlled enviroment. They kept injecting something with these big needles, it would make us sleepy."

"Do you remember anything before the lab?"

"As much as I dig around my mind, I only remember the lab."

"What do you mean, you didn't look like this the in the beginning?" you asked after a quiet moment of taking in everything Minho had told you.

"Well, I don't wanna gross you out with gory details." he said and you laughed.

"Honey, I'm a mortician."

"Right, you poke around dead people." he smiled teasingly.

"What a way to put it." you chuckled.

"Well. If you must know, they added skin later."

"Oh... Oh. So, I'm guessing maybe you're not human? Or at least, not entirely?" you said.

"I have no idea." Minho shrugged with a sigh.

Your hand brushed his as the leaves crunched under your feet.

You took hold of his hand, noticing his shy smile and rosy cheeks as your fingers entwined.

"We'll figure it out."

It's been about two weeks since Minho woke up and you had no idea your dolly would be so shy.

He avoided talking about what he was actually made for and never mentioned you using him for your pleasure multiple times. Minho enjoyed cooking for you and playing with your cat as much as he enjoyed watching you work and being the one to hold you during cold nights.

It was safe. It was comforting. You had found someone who was genuinely interested in what you do. Even when he was a little annoying, asking question after question like a curious child, his shiny eyes staring at you closely as he breathed in your personal space and kept asking stuff like 'What are you doing now?', 'What is that?', 'Why are you putting it there?'.

It was adorable as much as it was irritating, and you loved it.

Outside, it rained hard as you sat on your window bench, reading quietly while Minho sat on the sofa, cuddling with Shadow.

You gave him time to get used to everything, but you were feeling kind of impatient at the same time. Minho was observant, he learned all your little movements, the tone of your voice, what your sighs meant. He loved all the little details that made you you.

So, he stood up and made his way to you which got your attention, and you looked up from your book just in time as he stood in front of you.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and your eyes widened.

"Of course." you smiled then, your face heating up.

Minho sat down close to you, gently grabbing your book from your hands and putting it aside before he touched your face softly. He leaned in and you waited with bathed breath for his lips to collide with yours.

It wasn't what you expected, fireworks and passion, it was more gentle, more profound. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in this world.

"I'm sorry I made you wait. It's just, I'm scared that somehow I will go back to how I was before. And I don't want that to be in that... prison anymore. Being able to see and hear it all but being unable to react, it was terrifying and I still have nightmares about it." Minho confessed as you ran your hands through his soft hair.

"That's not gonna happen, okay?"

"How are you so sure that it won't?" Minho asked.

"Because... I love you and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." you said, Minho's lips trembled as he searched your eyes before a sweet smile spread on his lips.

"I love you too, my kitten." he smirked before leaning in, this time giving you a more passionate kiss.

It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate as Minho pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. Your hands tangled in his hair as his roamed your body, exploring your curves and dips like he had always wanted to.

He kneeled between your legs, his knee pressed against your core and you whimpered into his mouth as he smirked against yours.

"My sweet kitten, I've always wanted to take care of you." he looked at you, eyes darkened with lust as you gripped onto his strong arms, your hips moving on their own as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his knee.

"M-Minho." you whined, throwing your head back and his lips attached to your neck and collarbone, traveling down between your breasts as he left hungry kisses everywhere. His hands gripped your waist before sliding down to grab your ass and lift you up.

You squealed as he turned your body towards the window; the view outside was breathtaking, all the leaves twirling in the wind, the rain dragging them down and washing them away just as the sky darkened.

"Here?" you gasped and he chuckled.

"Everywhere." he whispered in your ear before lifting your little nightgown and revealing your lacy panties.

"Very sweet." Minho grabbed handfuls of your ass and you moaned, nails scratching at the bench you were just sitting on. His fingers slid on your folds, your arousal soaking through the lace as he kept touching you, giving you a few spanks with his other hand.

You moaned his name, pushing back into him, your body craving for more; you were so touch starved that you lost your mind immediately, melting into Minho and giving him total control over you.

He wanted you as much as you wanted him so he slid your panties down just enough to have access to your wet pussy as he slid his pants and boxers down at the same time.

"I promise I'll take it slow later. I just need to have you right now." he breathed out as you felt the tip of his hard cock press and slide against your folds.

"Take me, Minho, please!" you pushed back again and he spanked you quickly, making you whimper.

"Stay still, kitten." he purred as he slowly pushed in and the stretch was perfect, your pussy taking him in easily until he filled you up completely.

"You feel perfect around me." he groaned as he started moving slowly, his hands splayed on your ass as you pressed your forehead into one of the decorative pillows on your window, little gasps and moans escaping your lips.

"Ah!" you moaned loudly when he hit your spot, biting down on the pillow as Minho's hand tangled in your hair, lifting your head up slowly.

"Let me hear you, kitten." he said, fucking into you harder, the sounds of skin slapping skin making your ears warm up in embarrassment. You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the window, seeing the expression on Minho's face sent shivers down your spine, your pussy clenching around his cock.

You let go and started moaning loudly, and the louder you got the faster he fucked into you.

"Just like that." he whined and you gasped, cumming around his length, making him more slippery and wet as he held onto you.

It only took a few more erratic thrusts before Minho exploded inside you, his warm cum filling you up deliciously and making you cum once more at the feeling of it.

"Oh." he gasped as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly for a few moments. You finally turned around, grabbing his face and giving him a sloppy wet kiss.

"I love you." you smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

"I love you. I'm glad I came to you." he whispered.

"Me too."

The two of you were cuddled up with Shadow under a blanket, watching a horror movie per Minho's request when your doorbell rang.

"That must be Emily." you stood up quickly and Minho looked at you with a panicked look in his eyes.

"You sure she won't freak out?" he asked and you shook your head.

"No, she's literally seen everything with me." you chuckled as you went to open the door. Minho sat still on the couch, cuddling Shadow to calm his fast beating heart.

"Emily, I'd like you to meet someone." you pulled your best friend into the living room and she looked at Minho confusedly for a moment.

"Didn't we meet already?" she chuckled and Minho's lips fell open.

"She's not gonna faint is she?" he asked, making the both of you laugh.

"Not that I know of." Emily said with a shrug. "Look Minho, when you're friends with y/n for years, nothing really surprises you anymore. Plus, she told me in advance. Everything that happened and what you remember." she added as you served some tea for her.

"Minho sometimes has nightmares about the company." you added.

"Did you remember any more details?" Emily asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Not really. Just bits and pieces, it's more like feelings. Fear, dread, isolation. I especially hated when they experimented on us, the tables. I don't know what they did to us cause I couldn't move and look down but it hurt. The water tanks seemed to alleviate the pain though." Minho explained.

"Okay, now that is creepy." Emily said and you nodded.

"Did you manage to find anything on the site?" you asked her and she shook her head.

"I tried hacking it. It has top security on it, it's out of my skill range." Emily sighed. "I wish I could be of more help."

"Hey, you being here is enough for me." you grabbed her hand as she smiled.

"Oh, do you maybe know where the company is?" Emily suddenly remembered and Minho shut his eyes tightly, willing himself to think of the location.

"Ugh. I can't remember no matter how much I try. I don't remember traveling from there to your house." he looked at you.

"It's okay. We can try again another day." you said, caressing his back to calm him down.

It was all so suspicious and you were too interested in finding out more about where you dear dolly came from.

You were enjoying an afternoon nap when a loud clatter jolted you out of your dreams.

"What are you doing, Min?" you rubbed your eyes as you walked into the kitchen.

"Oh. I'm making dinner for us. It's been exactly five months since I came here so I wanted to do something special." he said, his cheeks rosy.

"Aw, you are so sweet." you melted instantly, making him chuckle shyly.

When you sat down to eat the delicious meal he prepared, you got to thinking.

You've never been so happy or felt so seen. Living with Minho, sharing the day and night with him came easy to you. Everything seemed more lively since he came into your life, even death became an afterthought when you spent time with Minho.

"Thank you for the wonderful dinner." you smiled.

"Of course." he stood up and you followed quickly, almost knocking your chair down.

"Wait here a sec." you told him before running off to your room. If he had made an effort with the main course, you were going to make effort with the dessert.

Minho decided to tidy up as he waited for you, his heart beating hard in anticipation. While you were sleeping, he saw the lacy set you had put out in your closet earlier and he was so excited to see you in it... or take it off of you.

"Min, come here!" you yelled from the room once you were ready and Minho all but tripped over his feet, the carpet and Shadow who was lounging in her spot before he came to you, looking as cool as a cucumber. He leaned on the wall and smirked at you.

"What do you think?" you asked, giving him a little twirl. The lingerie you wore left nothing to imagination.

"I think you look stunning." he said, somewhat breathlessly as his face heated up.

"You gonna do something about it?" you taunted and he made his way to you, his eyes filling up with lust.

His hands landed on your waist as he pulled you in, his lips pressing against yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you pressed your body as close as you could to his and his hands slid down to grab your ass.

You moaned into his mouth as he started massaging it, then giving it a few loving spanks.

"Fuck, let me take care of you, my love." you pushed him towards the night stand and Minho's eyes widened as you got down on your knees.

"Oh." he let out a quiet sound as you slid his pants and boxers down, not wanting to waste any more time. His cock was already hard and ready for you to play with and you were just too eager.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his length as you leaned in closer, giving a few kitten licks to his tip, collecting the drops of pre cum on your tongue.

Minho breathed in sharply, his hands grabbing at the night stand behind him. You smirked, swirling your tongue around the tip, occasionally dipping it into his slit and trying to tease him as much as you could.

"Kitten." Minho moaned quietly, his hand tangling in your hair as you started sucking on the tip gently.

You were sure you couldn't take all of him but you were even more sure you were going to try anyways, so you slid down, taking more of his length in and trying to get used to it.

"You look so beautiful right now." Minho smirked, gripping your hair and holding you against him tightly. You moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body as you slid down more.

You bobbed your head up and down, wetting his cock with your spit and gagging around him multiple times and Minho couldn't help his desire as he slowly started to fuck into your warm mouth.

"Ah, y/n!" he groaned, accidentally pushing harder and making you gag. You slid off of him and he looked at you with panic in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his palm gentle against your cheek.

"No, I'm fine." you said, biting on your lip. "Just very needy right now."

"For what?" he smirked and you whined.

"You."

"Get on the bed, kitten." he said and you stood up immediately, lying down on the bed.

Minho climbed in after you, kneeling between your legs as he pushed your panties aside.

"This what you need?" he smirked, sliding the tip of his cock against your wet folds.

"Mm, yes." you moaned, already arching your back at the slightest touch.

"Hmm, I'm not convinced." he smirked.

"Please!" you whined desperately, making Minho chuckle.

"Okay." he said but you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes and you knew he was going to tease you some more.

He pushed in just the tip, fucking you slowly with it.

"Ah, Min!" you whined as he kept smirking, giving you a minimal amount of stimulation.

Your eyes teared up in frustration as Minho kept fucking you only with the tip, your pussy clenching and begging for more.

"Please, please!" you cried.

"More?" he teased, pushing a bit more in and staying still.

"All of it."

"As you wish darling." he said before pushing all of his length in and fucking you slowly.

You moaned as you wrapped your arms and legs around him and Minho held you close as he kept rocking his hips into you.

You reached bliss together, wrapped up in each other, completely content.

"Wait." you giggled as Minho started getting up so he can get a cloth to clean you up.

"What?" he asked and you pulled him closer, patting his head gently.

"Oh." he giggled cutely before standing up and almost running off to the bathroom.

While you laid there waiting for him, your phone started ringing.

"Ugh." you groaned and rolled over to grab it.

"Hello?"

"Miss l/n?"

"Yes, this is she." you sat up, thinking it was someone calling for your funeral services.

"We are calling regarding our dolly collection. We understand you have purchased our dark doll, Minho." the cold voice on the other end said.

"Yes, I have."

"We regret to inform you that the collection will be pulled back from the public and we will be taking all the dolls back to our company due to a malfunction. You will get your refund of course. We will come pick the doll up tomorrow morning." they said right as Minho came in.

"Okay, thank you for calling." you said politely before finishing the call.

"Who was that?" Minho asked.

"It was your company, apparently they are taking all the dolls back to the lab due to a malfunction."

"What? Please, don't let them take me! I can't go back there!" Minho looked angry and scared instantly.

"Oh they can come here. But they won't find anything. I have a plan, my love." you smirked.

You were not about to let anyone take away your happiness.

The doorbell rang at 9am sharp and you took a deep breath before opening the door.

There were six men in black suits and emotionless faces standing there and looking at you.

"We've come to pick the doll up."

Suddenly, you hiccuped and started crying.

"He is gone! My dolly is gone! I woke up this morning and looked for him everywhere. But there is no trace of him. I-I put him in my bed like always but he disappeared!" you cried and the men exchanged a look.

"Mind if we take a look around?" one of them asked.

"Please, go ahead." you let them in and they started snooping around immediately. Shadow hissed at them, running away as soon as one of the men came anywhere near her.

They were definitely dangerous.

"W-what kind of malfunction happened to the dolls?" you asked, blowing your nose in a napkin.

"We aren't allowed to discuss that." they answered.

"What's downstairs?" one of them asked.

"My preparation room. This is a funeral home." you said and they gave you suspicious looks.

"Can we take a look there?"

"Of course." you nodded and opened the door.

Then men looked around as you followed them, still crying silently and hiccuping a few more times.

"Well, he is not here. Don't worry about it, miss. You will still get your refund and the doll will be found." they finally gave up after checking every nook and cranny, or so they thought.

"Okay, thank you for coming." you said as they left.

You waited for them to get into their van and drive away before you ran back downstairs.

"They left!" you quickly opened one of the caskets and Minho sat up, taking a deep breath in.

"Gosh, I almost suffocated. I could hear them walking around here, it was so scary." he said as you grabbed his face gently.

"But they didn't find you." you smiled.

"No, thanks to my genius lover." he smiled back at you as you leaned in to kiss him.

"What do we do now?" he asked when you parted.

"We wait to get the refund. And then we'll see what our next step will be."

"Are you sure they won't come looking for me here again?" Minho sighed.

"They can try. But I won't let them take you away from me. I promise."

Minho wrapped his arms around you tightly, putting all his trust into your hands.

You knew you were running a risk as long as you stayed here, but there were preparations needed to be done before you could get away.

And you wanted to make sure there was no trace left for the wrong people to find you.

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