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leeknowsnot · 1 year ago

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kinktober — the god of love (minho)

genre: smut (minors dni), fluff

content: minho x reader, god of love minho au, reader is a hopeless romantic because i am too, greek god themes, he is eros the god of love, modernized greek gods, body worship, vanilla, just pure love, mature themes, mention of p-rn

oh my god, this is my first smut on this page. i hope i did okay though, it's been a long while since i wrote smut. anyway, i'll try starting on the others soon! read at your own risk

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Piles of paperwork laid before him. His eyes scrutinized every paper, dreading the sight of the amount of work he'd have to do. What was he doing here anyway? Right. He was called in for some extra work because the amount of stuff that the employees under him had to do was overwhelming.

Piles and piles of paperwork. "Over what?" his colleague would ask him and he would roll his eyes.

"Some dumbass woman who can't stop falling in love and getting heartbroken over every goddamn man," he would complain.

For Minho, being the God of Love wasn't all arrows and rainbows. Oh look, a girl crushing on a guy. Let's shoot an arrow to his chest so he could fall in love with her too! No. He wasn't highschool cupid. It wasn't as easy as that, unlike what most people would actually think. If he was going to be honest, there wasn't much field work to begin with. The only field work he'd do is to sit on his chair, observing people as they fall in love with each other, only to deal with multiple paperwork as soon as couples start falling out and breaking up with each other. He hated how people treated love as if it was something so dispensable. Like a one-time thing. Well, mostly because it gave him so much work to deal with.

And you, on the other hand, was one of those types that he hated the most: a hopeless romantic. He never really believed in hoping for love despite being the God of Love himself. Stop falling in love multiple times in a year. He always wanted to drill that into your brain each time he'd come down from HQ to observe you and your stupid attempts at pursuing whoever you were onto at the moment. He would lie if he said he never cringed everytime you'd blush at the smallest things. He was annoyed at how you always fell so hard over the bare minimum.

He types away angrily at his keyboard, cursing under his breath. "12th time this fucking year. I swear, if that shithead falls in love with the wrong guy again, I'm gonna shoot myself."

His fingers stop typing, eyes staring into the screen as his eyebrows rest on a permanent scowl on his face. He stared at your image through the documents, analyzing every feature on your face. He wouldn't deny the fact that you were attractive in a way, which made him wonder for a moment why you'd always fail at your attempts on finding love.

Minho sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he stands up from his seat. "Better pay her a short visit. I need some amusement after all that headache she's been giving me," he mutters to himself.

...

Minho sat there, eyebrows raised. You weren't the type to wear revealing dresses and yet here you were, a scissor away from being practically naked. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating since you only opted to expose your shoulders but you never really showed much skin before. Each time Minho would drop by secretly to observe you during your dates to see if they'd finally succeed, you were either wearing cute floral dresses, or anything that was wholesome. But then again, he had to remind himself where he had to go just to check on you.

A nightclub.

In all honesty, some shoulderless blouse was just the tip of the iceberg compared to how the others dressed. Some were practically naked but Minho didn't pay much attention to them. His eyes were focused on eyeing you at the other side of the room, through grinding bodies.

Though, his gaze on your faltered as soon as a woman sat beside him, brushing her arm on his that was rested on top of the counter. "Hey there, pretty boy," the woman winked at him.

Minho wanted to puke then and there and his expression said it all. He eyed the woman from head to toe, immediately disgusted at her mere presence. He brought his eyes back to you but as soon as he did so, he saw you swaying by the dancefloor with some guy.

Now, Minho wasn't the type to be fazed by such a sight, but the way the man roamed his hands around your torso and attempted to grind his hips towards yours slightly annoyed Minho. Especially with how your face would contort and twitch in discomfort. You were trying your best to hide it and make light of the situation but Minho knew better than to not notice.

He stood up from his seat, tossing all reasoning aside and decided to pull you out of whatever shit you had gotten yourself into just so you could get yourself a lover. "To hell with that," he thought. You were looking for love at the wrong place. The worst place, in fact.

As soon as he arrived at your spot, he grabbed your wrist, earning a surprised yelp from you. He didn't look at you but at the man who was already 5 seconds away from zipping off his pants. Minho was glaring. "Keep your hands and your dick to yourself, yeah?" he tells off the man, earning himself a drunk response but all noise had been shut out and the fucks he could give was thrown out the window the moment he turned to you. "What were you trying to get yourself into, you idiot?"

Minho forgot that he was the only one who knew you like the back of his hand at this point. He was basically a stranger to you. But as he looked into your eyes, you lost yourself in them. His voice came out as muffled due to the trance you were in from the alcohol you just had earlier. And Minho noticed this so he snapped into your face but to no avail.

He dragged you out of the club and you could swear the door that was supposed to lead outside the streets led to somewhere else when Minho opened it but you decided that it was your mind and the alcohol playing its tricks on you. Minho brought you to his office through the club's door—an ability that always proved to be handy. He made you sit on his couch, giving you a glass of water.

"Drink that. It'll help with the hangover," he says. He never had hangover before since human liquor never really had much of an effect for him and the other Gods but he saw how bad humans had it each time they'd have hangovers. "How many glasses did you have anyway," he mumbles under his breath, not particularly expecting you to hear or respond.

His hand bring itself up to your face as he holds a towel, wiping off your sweat. "You suck at taking care of yourself. You always put those idiots first before yourself, that's why you're always getting rejected," he mumbles again, an annoyed expression now on his face. However, his expression turns into confusion as soon as he sees you squint your eyes at him.

"You... look familiar," you say, a hiccup following your sentence as you try your best to dig your memories through your drunken stupor.

Minho shakes his head. "Don't be ridiculous. No one looks like me," he says but you suck air between your teeth.

"No, I swear I've seen you somewhere," you dazingly tapped on your temple before your eyes widen in realization and you point at him. "Oh, I remember now! I see you a lot of times whenever I..." you trail off your sentence. You gasp. "You're always around whenever I meet guys for dates! Are you perhaps, my stalker?"

This earned you a light slap on the forehead from Minho.

"You didn't have to hit my head!" you pouted at him.

"Stop pouting, you look ugly," he says as he removes your shoes. "I wasn't stalking you."

You squint your eyes again at him. Both at his answer and as to why he was removing your shoes. "Then what were you doing? And what are you doing?"

Minho glances up at you with a look of disbelief. "Removing your shoes, if that's not obvious enough," he turns back to removing your other shoe. "I thought you were dumb only with love. You're dumb with telling actions too."

You frown, "Why are you even removing my shoes?! Put them back on??"

"For the record, you are not Cinderella. And you'd rather I let you get blisters? Why did you even wear heels? You never wore heels," he whispers the last part. You blink.

"You are my stalker," you gasp, earning another glare from Minho.

As he finished removing your shoes, he plops himself back down beside you. "I was observing you," he says, answering your question.

"Yeah, you were stalking me," you butt in.

"Stalking is different from observing. Get your facts right," he argues back.

'This man,' you thought to yourself as you look at him in disbelief. Though despite his sarcastic remarks, you could feel as if you knew him for a long time already. Or maybe because you'd see him a lot everywhere. You always thought it was coincidence.

"Why were you observing me?" you ask him.

Minho sighs, rubbing his face with a hand as he looks at you, probably being annoyed at how much you were asking him. "Entertainment. Your idiocy amuses me," he sarcastically replies.

You were speechless.

First, this man ruins your date. Your chances of getting laid tonight. You didn't mind if it was drunk sex, as long as it was sex, that was how hopeless you were. Second, he denies being your stalker. Third, he was mocking your poor taste in men and bad luck in love. And lastly, he was telling you that you were basically a no go because you were an idiot.

"I can't believe this," you scoff under your breath. "You ruined my chances for... this."

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Chances at what."

You roll your eyes at him. "Getting laid."

Minho stares at you for a while before sighing. You were such a piece of work. On second thought, he'd rather deal with paperwork than your attitude. He shakes his head in hopelessness, eyes still at you.

"You were going to settle with drunk sex?" he asked with a tone of as-a-matter-of-fact. When you nodded, he chuckled in disbelief.

"Well, what do you want me to do then?" you snapped your head at him. "I always fail at romance. I try to establish wholesome relationships but they... They just fail. And this..." you pause. "It may not be the best option, but it's my only chance of actually getting a guy."

Minho was amused at how emotional you were getting. He could see the tears forming in your eyes as you explain. Sure, Minho was getting frustrated over this ordeal, but you were too and he just realized that. If he was getting annoyed over paperwork, then it meant people were hurting too. You were hurting too.

For some reason, Minho disliked that idea. For the longest time, he'd see the brightest smiles on your face each time you fell in love or experienced something akin to love. He thought it was only for work that he'd come down to observe you each time you go on dates. But in truth, he liked seeing you smile. He didn't know how or when it started. He just... liked to see your face brighten up.

Maybe he wasn't annoyed at you because you always fell in love and get broken and give him more paperwork. Maybe he was annoyed at the fact that people kept on hurting you. He was annoyed at the fact that guys always took advantage of your love. He was annoyed at the fact that you always gave it your all to guys who didn't deserve any of your love. He was annoyed at himself for seeing it otherwise.

Minho chuckles, more at himself than at you. "That's such a sad excuse to find love, it's pathetic."

You turned your head towards him, about to retort but you shut yourself up as soon as he brought his face close to yours. Your eyes widened. "What—"

"You're pathetic," he mumbles. "I can't believe you're going to settle with just that." Then, he closes the gap between you two. His lips touched yours momentarily, brushing like a feather before diving deep. For a second, it was as if your world stopped. You may have had failed attempts at love but that doesn't mean you never had kisses. Though, most of them were empty. In fact, you've had too many kisses to the point that you had to think to yourself if you'll only get kisses for the rest of your life.

But this. This was... You couldn't put the right words. No, that was the perfect word for it. Right. It felt so... right.

The kiss felt too short as soon as he pulled away, eyes staring into yours. You could swear you could see the whole universe in them. You barely talked to this man for more than an hour and yet you feel like you've known him forever.

Minho's eyes trail from your eyes to your lips. He has always seen you. How you look. How you dressed. How you spoke. But he has never seen you this close. And now that he has, it was as if he was looking at Zeus' finest piece of art. Your beauty held more charm than Aphrodite herself. Hell, you'd start more wars than Helen of Troy ever did with that pretty little face of yours.

He parts his lips, his warm breath adding fuel to the warmth that had now spread on your blushing face. "In all of my decades, observing your kind and mine," he pauses. "I have never met anyone as beautiful as you."

"I wonder which God sculpted you," he mutters under his breath, eyes bearing themselves into yours. "Those eyes. They're like Narcissus. I could get lost just by staring at them."

He placed another kiss on your lips, this time much softer than the last.

"Those men are fools," he says. "They could never see true beauty. Beauty that has so willingly presented itself before them."

It was as if he had fallen right then and there. The irony of being the God of Love was that he barely fell in love himself. But when he does, he falls deep. Turns into such poet. Just as how he was letting himself become vulnerable before you.

He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, intertwining them like perfect pieces of a puzzle. You were entranced. You didn't know how or why. But the way his hand would graze on your skin felt like electricity. The good kind where the hair on your back would stand each time you'd feel warm air breeze through while you are cold. Like goosebumps.

You wondered if there was something in that water that he had given you earlier. Aphrodisiac? No. There was nothing in there. And yet you felt so entranced. So pulled in. So dazed. You had never felt this feeling before from your past lovers. Then again, were those even love? Or just infatuation? Was it the true definition of love, or was this the true definition of love? Maybe it was just the effect of having the God of Love himself being so close to you. But you were none the wiser of his identity as a God. And yet he pulled you in like gravity.

His lips placed a chaste kiss on your lips once more, gradually travelling towards your cheek, your jawline, and your neck. They were slow yet passionate. His hands ran up your arms, holding your shoulder as he carefully lays you on the couch so you'd feel comfortable.

Minho looks at you once more. "Will you let me show you what love is?" he asks with a quiet tone. You stare at him for a short while, with him still placing soft kisses on your neck as he waits for your response. Eventually, you nod.

He hums quietly in satisfaction. "Just follow my lead," he says.

You don't know what happened after that. You only remember his occasional glances. His chaste kisses on your skin. His hands caressing everywhere they could land on, memorizing your every curve. You only remember laying there, naked.

His gaze on you never faltered. His eyes memorized every feature, taking in every imperfection that you had. As a God, he was but used to seeing only the perfect complexions. But with your body, the imperfections were what made you more beautiful in his eyes.

Minho leans down towards you, brushing the back of his fingers on your cheek softly. He held you as if you were porcelain. No rough movements. No raspy caresses. "Stop looking for love," he muses. "Because love himself is presenting itself to you." He takes your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "Love itself is yours to take."

You part your lips with a soft gasp. No one, not even one man has ever told you such words. No one, not even one man has ever seen you this naked. No one, not even one man has ever held you as much as this man did. And he was worshipping you with both his words, his kisses, and his touches.

His hand pulled you closer for another kiss before caressing down your body, eventually resting itself on your thigh. His thumb brushes on your skin before travelling towards your inner thigh. His finger lingers too close to your core. Not touching, but you could feel it. Minho smiles at your reaction, chuckling as he finally runs a digit through your folds.

You lightly gasp, biting your lower lip to immediately stop yourself from letting out a sound. He looks up at you, amused by your sensitivity. You couldn't blame him. After all, you were a virgin. Both by touch and by intercourse. He could immediately tell as he continued running his finger through your heat, dragging through every slick as a string of your love juice connects your nub and the tip of his finger with every slow stroke. He traces small circles around your clit, earning a shivery hum from you as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand.

You hated how slow he was teasing you. Minho, however, was loving every second of it. How red your cheeks were right now. How half-lidded your eyes were. How wet you already were with just a few kisses and a few strokes.

He leans towards your chest, taking out his tongue to gently brush on one of your nipples, making you twitch. "You're quite easy to please," he mutters as he flicks his tongue and sucks lightly on your nipple. "But then again... You are a virgin."

This made your eyes widen. You tilted your head to the side, covering your face with embarrassment. You hear Minho chuckle before he takes your wrists, removing your hands from your face. "Shhh, it's okay." he whispers in your ear. He places a quiet kiss on your ear lobe. He faces you again. "At least you didn't get to experience how horrible and selfish those men are when it comes to making love."

His smile falters. "No. They don't call it making love, do they?" his eyes trail down to your stomach, bringing himself down so he could place kisses and kitten licks on your skin. "I believe most of them like calling it casual sex."

"Bastards," he curses under his breath before lowering himself again, this time being face-to-face with your heat. You embarrassingly closed your legs, momentarily making him react as your thighs envelope his head. He looks up at you with an amused smirk. "Guess you're into that, huh?" he mumbles with a husky tone before finally leaning in.

You could swear you momentarily saw stars as soon as his warm, wet tongue ran through your folds. His breath would always exhale each time he would swirl his tongue around your clit, slurping occasionally from his makeshift chalice.

You were sweeter than ambrosia and nectar, and he couldn't have enough. You were a walking cardinal sin, ready to prey on a God, to tempt him to indulge in such temptation. And that God was him. Except that you weren't tempting him, but it was him who willingly walked into your trap without any provocation.

The God of Love, enchanted by a human being. By you.

As his sucks and licks increased their pace, so did your stiffled moans. "Don't keep your moans to yourself," he says. "I'd love some good music." He stuck his tongue inside of you, exploring every crevice of your walls as much as he could while his teeth would occasionally scrape lightly through your clit. When you finally moan out loud unintentionally, he smiles. "That's it. Let me hear your pretty voice."

Every second that he spent worshipping you with his tongue brought you closer to something. You were already way past from what you used to consider as climax from your self-ministrations but this was something else. Something higher. Something more pleasurable.

You subconsciously grabbed his head, pulling his head closer. Minho's eyes widen a bit, surprised at your action but complies anyway. He smirks, tongue lapping you up faster as his mouth starts making the most sinful sounds as he sucks you in his mouth. He holds both your legs, determined to make you see a taste of heaven just as much as how he was tasting his own version of heaven through you.

As he gives you a long, dragging suck with the swirling of his tongue on your clit, it finally brings you to the edge. Your eyes shut tight, mouth hung open, and back arched as you cry out in pleasure. Your legs shake as they attempt to wiggle out from his grasps but his hold was strong, keeping you in place as he continues to suck on you, giving you overstimulation as you ride your first high.

He eventually lets you recover as you pant, now hovering above you as he licks away the remaining juices off his lips as if it was syrup. His eyes observe you, loving how helpless you looked as you tried to catch your breath from just a single climax, and just with a simple oral too. Minho brushes off a stray hair off your face, tucking it behind your ear as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"Well?" he asks. "It's good, isn't it?" You were too out of it to even answer. No one could blame you, the first orgasm—whether it was oral or not—was always the most mind-blowing. Too mind-blowing it turned you speechless in a matter of minutes. "That guy you were dancing with wouldn't even give a single fuck whether you'd cum or not," he says. "He'd only want to put his sad excuse of a dick inside that pretty little mouth and call it a day."

Minho places a soft kiss on your lips. "Human men won't care for you as much as Love himself would," he pauses. "Because they do not know love. They only know Lust."

He gently opens your legs, zipping down his own pants in the process. "Let me make love to you," Minho says, caressing your thighs as he raises them. He places kisses on your legs. When you finally recover from your trance, you glance at him. He was now as naked as you were but you could swear you were laying your eyes upon a God. And you really were.

He was perfect regardless wherever you would lay your eyes upon. Especially his arms. God, his arms were like nothing you have ever seen and yet they held you with such care. He could flail you around like a ragdoll, just like what most men would do in those porn videos you'd watch each time you felt a little lonely. But no, he held you as if you were a priceless vase. He'd trace your body as if it was some rare artwork to revel on at a museum. He'd draw you in his head like you were one of his French girls. Except that he didn't have any of those. You were the only girl that made a significance within his eyes.

You finally gave in, tossing all reason aside. If this was going to be your final chance at love, you prayed. Then you might as well let it happen.

Your tongues danced within a kiss, intertwining with each other both emotionally and physically. He clung unto you and you clung unto him, bodies pressing into each other as your sweat would momentarily stick each time Minho would close the proximity between you two. His thrusts started as slow yet passionate strokes, your velvety walls hugging around him as you moan in between gaps of your sloppy kisses. His hand caresses your waist, resting by your hips as he grips them only to pull you back towards him so you'd meet his thrusts.

He wasn't ruthless. He wasn't in a rush. He wasn't destroying you. And just like he said, he wasn't just giving you sex. He was making love with you. His slow thrust eventually increase its pace, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix at each thrust. The sinful sound of skins slapping fill the walls of his office, mixed in by both your moans. He would always place wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck and latch his lips on your nipple, never having enough of you as he drives deeper and deeper into you.

If he could, he would bury himself into you. Get lost in pleasure with you. Stay inside you. If it meant showing you what love really was, he would do it. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body and his as your moans encouraged him to go even deeper. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked at him. How your lips would mouth incoherent words as he continues to savor the feeling of being inside you.

Soon enough, the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing and ragged gasps. You wrap your arms around Minho's neck, pulling him closer as you yourself get closer to your own climax once more. He could feel you slowly tightening around him, a smirk finding its way on his lips.

"Cumming again?" he whispers, quiet groans lacing his question in between as he starts to thrust into you at a faster pace. You nod absentmindedly, eyes shut tight as you arch your back once more. He raises your legs, gaining more access to thrust deeper. "Deeper," he mumbles. "A little more."

With each thrust, his cock reached deeper depths that you didn't know were reachable. It sent you on edge. With his one final thrust, he finally hits that button needed for you to snap, making you moan out loud. The way you suddenly clenched around him as he was buried deep inside you made him reach his own climax as well, painting your walls with his own release. "Cumming cumming cumming!" you mutter, hands gripping on his arms as his groans muffle themselves in your neck.

You both laid there, gasping for air in each other's arms, savoring each other's warmth before Minho finally raises his head from your neck and looks at you. His face held the most loving and softest expression. He was smiling at your dazed state.

He places a kiss on your forehead. On your nose. And on your lips before looking into your half-lidded eyes. "I'll be back soon," he says. He said something else after that but you were too exhausted to even remember as your eyes finally closed, sending you into a state of rest.

...

You awoke with a jolt as you shot up from your bed, eyes open wide as you pant. You glanced around, immediately recognizing your surroundings as your bedroom. You frown to yourself, glancing down beneath the blanket.

What the hell happened? you asked yourself. You weren't exactly sure. You remembered being in a bar to meet up with that tinder date you have been crushing on since last week but after that, you passed out—probably from alcohol and now here you were, confused.

You wondered how you got home in the first place.

And that dream, you sighed to yourself, feeling your core wet from whatever dream you had. You shook your head, a palm running through your face as you groan in frustration.

"I can't believe I was so desperate to the point I'd dream of making love with someone," you roll your eyes at yourself as you throw yourself back on the bed again. This time, hugging your pillow and your curiosity piqued at your dream. "Whoever that guy was in my dream was really attractive though," you mutter to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Minho observed you through the window of your room from far a way, chuckling. He observes your pretty features first before finally turning around.

He'll remain in your dreams for now. After all, that was how Greek Gods would visit their human love affairs—through dreams. Though this time, he'd visit your dreams frequently.

Maybe because he wants less paperwork from you. Maybe because he wants you to pine for him more than the men you'd meet.

Eitherway, he can't wait until he visits you the next time you close your eyes again.

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lilykatelyn-blog · 1 year ago

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER

Demon!Lee Know x AngelFem!Reader

theme: choking

pt. 2

genre: smut, ig fluff at the end? Idek.

warnings: ewb2l (enemies with benefits to lovers) choking, collars, reader has sensitive wings that can retract, penetration, monster cock, making out, fingering, drunk guy (for one second), references of Satan and the devil so if you are uncomfortable with that I would recommend not reading it, also they have telepathy??, Dom!Min, Sub!Reader, they’re both kinda switch towards the end of the smut scene, unsafe sex.

wc: 1.4k

MINORS DNI

smut under the cut

It’s been a while since you’ve last been to hell, or seen him. Every now and then when you were on earth, your brain would play tricks on you, making you think you saw him. Your human friends finally managed to drag you out of your apartment and into a club, full of drunkards and people looking for a good time. You just needed a few drinks and to unwind. “I’ll take a gin and tonic, on the rocks.” You told the bartender, he complied, making your order at the back while you waited. When he got back with your order, you heard a familiar voice order a familiar drink. “I’ll take a Manhattan, on the rocks.” He ordered, you tried to not turn around and look at him, opting to walk away, but his voice stopped you. “Long time no see, Angel.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, it made you wet and want to hurl at the same time. “Long time no see, jackass.” You replied, walking back towards him. “So, what you been up to? I hope you haven’t been sleeping around with anyone but me.” He asked, the last part making you pissed. “We’re not dating Lee.” You replied curtly, he simply smirked again. God, you wanted to slap that attractive smirk off of his extremely attractive face. “Oh, but you know if the big boss knew of what you did with me, you’d be removed. An ordinary human.” You tsked at the very obvious statement. “No shit, Sherlock. It was one time.” “It was 7 times that, darling.” He whispered in your ear, making you shudder. “See you, princess.” He grabbed his Manhattan and went to dance, leaving you speechless.

“So.. who was that hottie that you were talking to at the bar, huh?” Your friend nudged you after you got back with your drink. “It was no one, an old friend.” You lied, not thinking she would ask about schooling years. “Ooh! Primary or Secondary School?” “Neither. An old job, I quit it and haven’t seen him or kept in touch since.” They all went back to their own conversation after you explained it, you could practically feel Minho’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. Meet me outside, princess. I own an apartment 2 blocks away. His voice rung in your head, you just agreed, knowing how this goes and that you will be back to strangers in no less than 12 hours.

“finally, you listen.” His annoying voice spoke from behind you as you exited the club. “Finally, you stop calling me ‘princess’.” You mock, his smirk returning. “I’ll never stop that habit, Angel. You should visit me down in hell sometime soon.” He winked, leading you into a cab. The entire ride, his hand was on your thigh, going up, only to go back to your knee. He was obviously riling you up, so you decided that two can play at that game. You slowly creeped your hand up his toned torso , and then his chest, and then his throat, lightly circling it as his breath hitched, only to bring it down to your lap. You got out, him paying and leading you to his apartment. As soon as he unlocked it, you were pressed against the door, his tongue being shoved down your throat. You moaned as he went down your jaw and neck, making sure not to leave any marks so that you could both keep your wings. “Bedroom,” you breathed, tugging his hair, he lifted you up, leading you to his bed. He sat down, making you straddle him, going back to your make out session. He pulled away, you chased his lips while pouting. “Hm, anyone ever been as good as me? Maybe that drunk guy that you ran away with for a few minutes?” He whispered, going back to his assault on your neck. “No-no one. I-I escorted him back to his car- Minho!” You choked out, throwing your head back as he found your sweet spot, mouthing at it for a few more seconds. “I want this off.” He tugged at your tight white shirt. You complied, letting him take it off of you, suddenly remembering you wore your black matching bra and panties set. “Shit.” He murmured, his mouth going straight to your chest, kissing them over the fabric while his other hand went to your other boob. “May I?” He asked, despite being a devil, still a gentleman. You nodded, giving silent confirmation. As soon as it was off, he went to your nipple, sucking harshly. “Nngh- please,” you whined, he just chuckled, pinching the other one. He pulled away despite your pleas, he silently asked to remove your skirt. You hummed, lifting your hips up for him to remove the garment. He pulled both your underwear and skirt down in one movement, flipping you onto your back.

he got in between your legs and spread your lips. “Beautiful..” he trailed off, giving a singular lick and then coming up to make you taste yourself. He sat on his knees, removing his shirt and revealing his beautiful abs and scars. Getting back over you, he kissed you again. While his tongue explored your mouth, you traced his abs and scars, the one that you kept coming back to was the one on his midriff, a result of a nasty encounter with his father before he became a demon. Finally, he pulled away and tugged his sweats down, leaving him in his boxers. He didn’t bother removing his jewelry, and walked over to the dresser, you got on your elbows and looked in confusion. “What-“ “it’s a collar, Angel. Chill, I’m not gonna leave you high and dry after how hard you got me.” He signaled to his huge cock, bigger than any dildo you’ve ever seen or felt.

“Wonder how you still have those beautiful white pearly wings after all we’ve done together, considering the wings are a sign of purity. I’d say your anything but after all we’ve done.” He went on as he fastened the collar around your neck. “Beautiful.. and it’s all mine.” He traced the collar around your neck, pushing you down. “Open your wings, gonna use them for your first orgasm.” He commanded, and obviously, you complied. Your wings were out and super sensitive as well, he slowly traced them with the tips of his fingers, resulting in a series of whimpers from you. His fingers circled your hole to prep you, only teasing, not going in. He had you distracted with your wings, taking you by surprise when his fingers pushed in and out at a brutal pace “Ah! Min-Minho!” You moaned, losing your ability to use your brain, the only coherent thing coming out of your mouth was pleas for him to keep going. Not long after your high, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his huge dick, only making your cries of his name speed up. He went at an ungodly pace, god, you were so close already that it was kinda embarrassing how quick he got you there. “Oh god, oh god, oh god- hnngh” your moans were soeeding up, as was your breath, your words got cut off by his tip hitting just the right spot. “Not god, baby. Lee Minho.” He whispered, getting you an intense amount closer to the edge. “I’m-“ “let it out for me, Angel.” That brought you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a boulder. “Shit, I’m close, getting close- mmph.” He started whining, his words interrupted by your hand shaking up his chest, squeezing his throat just hard enough to tip him over. “That’s it, Min. Let go..” you trailed off, feeling him spill into you. After he cleaned up and lay beside you, you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

The following morning, you woke up alone, to a note. Angel, I know you’re probably confused since I never leave, but I had to go to work for my ‘Human’ job. Do me a favor and stay, yeah? I’ll be back in a few hours, considering how late you wake up. I don’t have roommates and I still have a pair of your clothes from last time, either that or you can wear my button up and your panties, ya know, a little treat for when I get home? Anyways, stay there and here’s my cell: ***-***-****

P.S. I refrigerated breakfast, your favourite. Text me if you need anything, your dog was well fed before I left, so don’t worry. We’ll talk later, but you should consider moving in with me, at least until we have to go back. I love you! <3

This is gonna be fun.

note: send an ask if you want a part 2 because I, myself, wanted to write a part 2 that isn’t part of kinktober. Also I’m sorry that this is kinda half assed Love you guys! <333

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honeyscara · 26 days ago

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•Lee minho• stray kids

Synopsis: you are their new choreography and for some reason minho keeps getting on your nerves. One day things get a little heated in the dancing room.

Cw: 18+ MDNI, rough sex ig

~Dance practice~

The room vibrated with the steady thrum of the bassline as you leaned against the mirror, watching him perfect every movement. Lee Minho’s precision was frustratingly flawless, distracting you from the fact that you were here to critique, not admire.

“That’s not it,” you said, crossing your arms to mask your awe with annoyance.

“Your timing on the last beat is off. Try again.” Minho paused mid-spin, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

“My timing? Or your choreography?”

Your eyes narrowed. “Do you really want to test me on this?

He stepped closer, his confidence palpable, sweat glistening on his brow. “Maybe I do,” he teased, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Fine,” you said, pushing off the mirror. “Let’s go. Show me you can keep up.”

You didn’t wait for a response, stepping into position as the music restarted. The room grew hotter with every movement, the space between you shrinking until your bodies practically mirrored each other. His gaze was unrelenting—sharp, playful, and challenging.

“You’re still a step behind,” you said breathlessly as the song ended, fighting to keep your tone steady.

“And you’re lying,” Minho shot back, that maddening smirk deepening. “Admit it—you’re impressed.”

Your heart pounded, but you forced a shrug. “Maybe I am. But you’ll have to do better to prove it.”

Minho’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he closed the gap, his presence overwhelming as the heat radiated off him. His hand brushed your waist, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Are you sure?” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Because you look a little distracted.”

You swallowed hard, your breathing uneven. “I’m not distracted,” you replied, though your voice betrayed you.

“Really?” he challenged, his tone a perfect mix of teasing and daring. “Then prove it.”

Before you could respond, he closed the distance completely, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, commanding kiss. It was fierce, no room left for hesitation, all the tension between you snapping in an instant. The music faded into the background as your bodies moved together, perfectly in sync—a rhythm you both knew too well.

Your hands fisted his shirt, the soft fabric bunching beneath your fingers as you pulled him closer. This is wrong, you thought, but the thought was fleeting, lost in the way he held you. You were only their choreographer, but what harm was there if no one found out?

Minho seemed to read your hesitation because his grip tightened, his kiss growing more insistent, pulling you deeper into him. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently, and you let out a small whimper that made him smirk.

“Still think I’m off?” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with amusement and desire

You couldn’t answer...not when he was pressing you against the mirror, thrusting into you. His hands slid down, gripping your hips as he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pushed in. His mouth found the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking gently, and your soft gasp filled the room.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “Which step did I mess up again?”

“I-I—” The words caught in your throat, breaking into a moan as his movements grew more deliberate, more intense.

“Can’t hear you,” he teased, his fingers digging into your waist to hold you in place. His smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he watched you unravel beneath him. He loved this—loved the way you fell apart, loved knowing exactly how to leave you breathless and flustered.

“M-Minho,” you gasped, your voice trembling as the pressure inside you built higher and higher.

He groaned when you tightened around him, his grip on you firm as he thrust into you relentlessly. His lips captured yours again, kissing you as if it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“try to keep up with me now” he growled, his voice low and ragged as he pushed you over the edge, claiming every bit of you as his.

Your answer was lost in the haze of pleasure, your body arching against his as the tension finally snapped, leaving you both breathless and utterly consumed.

AAAAAAA screaming. This is my first minho fic. I don't know what possessed me to write this because I usually do angst or fluff but I love it.

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lix-ables · 1 year ago

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HEYAA!☆ i have a request id love to share,you know how lee know makes that mmm! sound when he eats something good? 🤭 so what about lee know making that mmm! sound when he tastes your pussy when you let him eat you out for the first time 🫨

oh??? i see it ??? sorry i got to this so late, but now im having thoughts like [ MDNI !! SMUT includes pussy drunk ! minho, mentions of tit-fucking, slightly perv ! minho, mentions of edging + overstim. ] also, i just got ,, carried away sorry eep

best friend ! minho offers to help you orgasm because you once confide in him that your fingers weren't just enough. he's thinking about getting to your apartment, getting on his knees for you while you're spreading your legs for him. your fingers digging into the sides of the couch, and he knew that if it was him right there, he'd tease you – one lick and the thoughts that got him hard every night would flash before him, one lick and the same 'mmm!' sound leaving his throat as he puts his hands around your thighs.

best friend ! minho who hits the right spots when he's buried inside you, his fingers curling into you as he leans in closer to place kisses to your skin. he doesn't care about whether this is going to ruin your friendship with him – as long as he gets to help you and ofc taste you, at least once in this way

best friend ! minho lets you cum repeatedly, just for him to stop in between, telling you to hold it in, promising that he would help you out.

best friend ! minho who has thoughts about you every night, thinking about how you'd feel under him. that day he saw you wear an oversized shirt, the material falling off your left shoulder, exposing your skin and the strap of whatever you wore - he hoped it was the whole lingerie set, the one that he came with you to the store, and stood there awkwardly as you changed in the dressing room. he wanted to slide his dick between your tits till he came all over your chest, your eyes looking at him, like it was burning into his soul. he wanted that.

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tyongf-nct · 11 months ago

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Would you please consider writing a drabble involving Lee Know of Stray Kids eating out a woman?

hope you enjoy anon 💕

dynamic: lee know x fem!reader

warnings/tags: oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, female only pleasure

“You look so pretty writhing underneath my tongue,” Minho says, the vibrations of his low voice going straight to your center. You moan, arching your back as his hands grip your thighs. The sounds of his mouth against your slick core echo through the room, mixing in harmony with your sounds of pleasure.

“Come for me,” he rasps, “Come for me like a good little girl.” Minho’s dirty words wring a shiver of pleasure from you, the climax that has been building finally breaking its way out of you.

“Fuck,” you cry, your vision darkening as your eyes squeeze shut with the intensity of your orgasm.

“So pretty. So good for me,” Minho whispers, licking one last stripe up your center before placing a kiss on your inner thigh. You fumble out a string of quiet curses, savoring the last moments of your orgasm before resting your hips back on the bed.

“I fucking love watching you do that,” he grins. You return his smile, nodding satisfactorily.

“I know.”

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linos-kitten · 1 year ago

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EXCUSE ME? CALLING ALL MY PRECIOUS MINHO STANS. GATHER AROUND, THAT'S OUR HUSBAND. THIS IS THE LEE MINHO.

I HAVE NO WORDS. I’M BASICALLY ALMOST CUMMING RN HOW IS HE SO FUCKING HOT. HOW ??!!!

I’M ON MY ALL FOURS, BARKING, DROOLING, KICKING MY FEET, CUMMING, SCREAMING, ON THE FLOOR, BEGGING AND JUST DYING.

(CREDITS TO THE OWNER FOR THESE PHOTOS, THIS WAS ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE MY DAY GOOD, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME GO ON ALL FOURS BARKING)

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Gods and Monsters

Symphony Smut Series Day 1: Lana del Rey's God's and Monsters

Lyric: In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, looking to get fucked hard.

Pairings: Cupid!Minho × fem!angel of heaven, includes Yuna from Itzy in a scene

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader), overstimulation, p in v, slight breeding kink, corruption kink, possesion kink, hair pulling, use of kitten and angel, Minho cumming in reader

A/N: alright, first day! I am saur excited for this series so we're starting off strong with my husba- I mean my bias Minho! This was heavily inspired by his WKorea photoshoot.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Gods existed. And so did monsters. But monsters didn't have a particular description, in Minho's opinion.

There he was, an angel, with the brightest wings of them all, holding metal tipped arrows in his hand, shooting all those who he believed deserved love, or worse, rejected love.

And yet, sometimes Cupid falls in love too. High angel of God never mattered to him much. Why would it? When beautiful angels roam the gardens of Eden, stroking their frocks and picking berries and flowers all day.

You were one such beautiful angel.

The prettiest of them all, according to Minho.

"Minho has his eyes on you again Y/N." Yuna nudged your shoulder gently, accidentally making you drop the berries you had in your hand. You rolled your eyes and picked them up again, quickly throwing them into your basket.

"Let him. Why should I care?"

"He's a high ranking angel Y/n." Yuna mumbled, adjusting her skirt, "They say he serves God directly."

"Nobody has seen God Yuna." You smiled gently at her. Even though she was older than you, by a few years or so, she was always the more mischevious one, always keeping an eye out for spotting your admirers.

"He is handsome, but we all know I have probably zero chances with an angel like that."

"Suit yourself then." She huffed, her mystical eyes scouring the dirt below your feet for more berries.

"Why are we picking so many berries anyway?" You questioned, adjusting the basket on your hip. Yuna shrugged her shoulders and made a face which clearly screamed confusion.

"I've hear a rumour though." Yuna whispered excitedly to you, toying with a mulberry leaf she has accidentally plucked, "Apparently Minho needs them for his monthly ritual tonight."

"The ritual?" You asked, "The one where he..."

"Takes an angel for his own, yes." Yuna completed your sentence, removing a thorn stuck in her wickerwork basket, "Apparently if he falls in love with any of them, he shall be promoted to a higher position, one where he can actually see God."

"But that hasn't happened yet has it?" You chuckled, the scent of honeydew plantations tickling your nose, as you saw some angels tending to them with their bare hands all pricked with thorns, "He's a Cupid. Cupids can't fall in love. Even though, I admit, he is dashing."

"Angels, may I have a moment of your time?"

A cold voice sounded like a gong behind your ear drums as you spun around (your skirt spinning with you), to face a cat-like face with bunny teeth.

"Minho." Yuna perked up, brushing her hair out of her face. Gosh, she really did like him. Like you, and every other angel in Heaven and Hell.

"How are you today?" " Fine as ever, Yuna." His tone was condescending, a weird one to use for a casual conversation such as this one.

"Y/N." He bowed to you, the eclipses of his soft hair falling onto his face as he did. "Minho." You answered, the neckline of your frock falling down as you bowed, revealing your cleavage, which Minho tried hard not to stare at.

"You look beautiful today." He complemented, his white teeth on full display, "as always." His addition at the end made you blush.

Was he this nice to every pretty angel?

"I assume you ladies are picking these beautiful berries for my ritual tonight?" He bent over your basket, examining all the black and red berries stuffed into it.

"We are." You cleared your throat, noticing how close Minho was to your bosom, "aren't they delicious looking?"

"We'll see tonight." Minho toyed with a blackberry, "When I drink them up."

Something about his tone scared you, as Yuna bowed him out of the garden, leaving you, tucking your skirt in a little more secure, and looking at the berries all arranged neatly in your basket.

Unexpected things always happen to humans, as you had heard. But sometimes they can happen to angels too. They can happen to anyone really. They just need time.

"Y/N." Minho caressed your cheek gently. The smell of crushed blackberries filled the room, as a bowl of red berries lay beside you.

Being chosen by Minho, hearing your name fall from his lips like an ill forgotten name of a God was shocking, as Yuna nudged you forward to the stand. All the angels looked at you with pity, as if you were a lamb going off for slaughter.

But you hadn't expected him to treat you so kindly.

"My angel...." Minho whispered, tucking a stray hair back behind your ear. "Why me?" You whispered back, as he kissed your knuckles gently, his wings fluttering gently behind him, as he folded them into his back.

"Why not you?" He chuckled, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Reaching his hand behind you, he picked up a berry from the wooden bowl and held it in front of your mouth.

"Be a good angel and open for me." He imitated an opening mouth with his own, "ah there you go, good girl."

The cherry was sweet, running with juices as you tasted it in your mouth, it's bitterness not bothering you. Spitting the seed out quickly, you looked up meekly as Minho's naked figure.

His jaw, lined with heavy lust, his eyes darkened as the night, and his muscles throbbing into your skin. You were wearing a loose robe of reds and whites, a show of the corruption of the pure.

"Oh don't worry darling." Minho caressed your cheek again, his thighs rubbing against yours as he laid you back on the silk ridden bed, "You'll feel nothing but pleasure tonight." "Minho I-Im scared." You whimpered, unsure of what to do. What if he didn't fall in love with you? What if you became another wasted angel?

"Don't be." Minho chuckled, "A pretty angel like you shouldn't be."

You sunk back into the mattress, his body over yours, a hand cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, stroking the skin there, exposed from your ridden up robe. your hands were in his curls, and you revelled in the way that you could shamelessly touch them now. He paused for a second, nose brushing yours, breathless and grinning down at you, a knowing smile that was so beautiful that it rendered you speechless.

You leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, relishing in the moment. you were lost in him, thinking back to the very first time you’d locked eyes and how you never thought it would come to this. this, the way he was holding you, was the best surprise.

"May I?" Minho asked gently, toying with your robe. You nodded your head in a weak attempt of saying yes. His face, mere inches from yours rendered you speechless again.

And with that, the air changed, charged with a different kind of tension. Minho pulled you on top of him, hands firm on your body, the action itself gentle. you steadied yourself, hands on his shoulders, his resting on your waist.

he smiled softly, slowly peeling the material off of your body, up over your head and tossed carelessly onto the floor. he kept his eyes on yours, despite the fact you were now left bare, aside from the white cotton panties that separated you both. he pawed at your sides, kneading gently at your soft hips.

“we’re gonna start slow, okay? gonna take my time with you.” he muttered, eyes on yours before they trailed slowly down, across your face, neck, collarbone, further and further until he was taking all of you in. he began to stroke the underside of your breast with his thumb, watching the way your body tensed under his feather-like touch.

His kiss trailed further down your body, peppered in the valley of your breasts, and then you stopped breathing, the air caught in your throat because he was looking at you, really, truly looking at you, as his tongue found your nipple. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was making you feel this good already.

“oh, kitten, you want me so badly, don’t you? should’ve asked me sooner. m’gonna make you feel so good.” His hands were on your hips, guiding you backwards and forwards on him.

“it feels so- oh, god.” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his curls, back arching further into him as your thighs clenched around his. He licked over your collarbone oh so slowly, a shiver running down your taut spine.

“i want you to come for me like this first, okay? can you do that for me, kitten?” he cooed, bouncing his leg ever so slightly. “look at me.” And you did, somehow mustering the strength to pull yourself back up and find his darkened eyes.

You were a mess of curses when you let go, your body convulsing, collapsing into him as you came. You were throbbing on his thigh, one glance down at where you were grinding against him displaying your slick. His arms went around your body, flipping you onto your back so that you were resting against the mattress.

“you did so well, angel.” Minho crooned, resting over you on his forearms. you stared up at him in awe, blinking away the haze. “do you want more?”

Minho's hand slid down your body, searching for the band of your underwear. when he reached his destination, he toyed with the lacy edges, letting them snap against the pudge of your belly, teasing you. you bucked your hips, frustrated, and he used the opportunity to cup your pussy, feeling where you’d soaked through the cotton. the groan he let out was carnal, animalistic, almost needy. he could feel all of you, how you ached and dripped, how you needed the everything that you’d requested.

“you’re so fucking good for me, God.” Minho almost slurred his words, voice lower than you’d ever heard it. you keened at the sound, pushing your hips further into him.

“you still want all of me?” he breathed, his shaky breath fanning your face. Minho was obsessed with hearing you say it, obsessed with how you wanted him as much as he needed you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” lando groaned, an edge of excitement in his voice, and then he unleashed everything that he’d held back.

“ahh,” you moaned, trying to tilt your hips so he stopped rutting against your clit, but he was too heavy for you to move beneath him. You could feel another orgasm brewing and you squeezed your eyes shut, your brain fogged. “M-minho” you cried, not knowing if you could keep going like this.

Minho's erratic hips never faulted, “shh,” he cooed unsteadily. “you can take it.”

You shook your head back and forth and mewled in your throat. Minho tried to reassure you, “m’almost finished, kitten.”

As wild and deadly as he was in the battles of Heaven , he was just as primal in the bedroom. Thee softness of your skin felt heavenly against Minho's sore body and against his calloused hands. he slid a hand into your hair, his fist grasping tightly. “this is the last time. i promise.” His deep baritone sent you over the edge. you cried out loud, your legs squeezing against Minho's body, your body shaking as he pummeled you through another orgasm.

You could barely hear the way he was grunting and moaning as you clenched down impossibly hard around him. “gah, fuck,” he groaned.

Minho spilled inside you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him fill you once more that night. You weren’t even sure how he still had more to give at this point.

His thrusts turned slow but remained powerful when he bottomed out, hitting you as far back as he could. you gasped with every rut of his hips hitting yours.

His seed leaked out around his cock as he rode out his orgasm. you weren’t sure you could go for another round, hoping Minho was true to his word and this actually was the last time.

His hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair. “see. knew you could take it.” he kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you. you whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of him inside you, it was almost painful for him to leave. he marveled at you as he sat back on his haunches, looking between your legs and watching his seed gush out of you.

"You're mine now." Minho whispered into your ear, looking at your cum ridden tummy, "all mine for the eternity of heaven."

As if to seal a charm, Minho kissed you on your neck, wrapping your weak figure into his arms, and running his fingers through your hair to cradle you to sleep.

"My angel."

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baby-yongbok · 1 year ago

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The Hyunjin smut about him peeing got me blushing so hard I had to take a moment to stare at the ceiling and calm down lol!

Can you please write something similar about Lee know where the reader has to pee but Lee know doesn't know it and they get so lost in humping each other that the reader forgets they have to use the bathroom and the suddenly pee getting very embarrassed and crying a little and him comforting her and says that he didn't mind and he finds is hot? :>

You ask and I shall answer 💕

Stuck In The Moment

Boyfriend!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: Cursing

✨Masterlist✨

You had been patient, you waited for almost two months to get some alone time with your boyfriend. You understood that it was comeback season and that meant that he would be busy almost all of the time. You waited up for him on the nights when he would practice late, making sure that he had something to eat when he got to your apartment and that all he had to do was shower and sleep.

He made sure to give you attention when he could, calling you on his breaks and telling you about all of the things that they had scheduled. You loved hearing about his work, you loved how much he was loving it but what you really wanted was for him to love up on you instead. You missed his touch and his kisses more than anything in the world. Your thighs would get sticky with arousal whenever you watched the practice videos that he sent you. Your eyes always found their way to his arms and strong legs, you often found yourself wishing that you could ride his thigh while he holds you close and kisses you so much that you forget how to breathe. That’s all you wanted and by the luck of the God’s that’s exactly what you’re getting tonight.

Minho was finally granted a couple of days off so as soon as he walked through the door his hands were on you. His lips were desperate to feel yours and you had no plan on arguing with that. You immediately abandoned your previous project and allowed your needy boyfriend to distract you. His lips wandered all over the exposed skin of your neck while the two of you stumbled over to the bedroom like drunk college students after a party.

“I missed you so much.” You moaned as he cupped your ass in his hands, squeezing hard and pulling you into him.

“Missed you too, need you.” He mumbled against your skin as he lowered himself onto the mattress, pulling you onto his lap in the process. “You need me baby?”

“So badly.” You pulled him into another heated kiss, allowing his tongue to fuck your mouth as you took in the taste of him. He shifts you so that you’re straddling his thigh and you groan into his mouth. You completely forgot that you had to pee before he got home, you squirm in his hold a bit, trying to make yourself a bit more comfortable.

You could just pull away for a second and tell him that you need to use the bathroom but you’ve missed him so much that you don’t want to ruin the moment. A moan erupts from your throat as the feeling of Minho pressing his thigh up against your heat pulls you out of your thoughts. You instinctively grind your hips into him, chasing the feeling that you’ve been craving for so long. Goosebumps cover you along with the intense pleasure, your need to pee has enhanced the wave running over you and effectively made you forget about your plan to use the bathroom all together. There’s no way that you can stop now, you’re in too deep.

“That’s right, baby.” He grabs your hips, guiding your core against his clothed thigh. You rut against him desperately, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back as intense waves of pleasure swallow you. “This is what you really missed, isn’t it baby?”

You nod your head lazily, moaning in response as you grind against him faster. All of your neediness pooled at your core as the knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“Look at me, Jagi.” You open your eyes, tipping your head back down to look Minho in his eyes. His dark lustful gaze makes you whimper as you struggle to keep eye contact. Your brows furrow as you feel yourself about to go over the edge.

“I’m g-gonna -” You’re cut off by Minho aggressively smashing his lips against yours, his tongue instantly slips between your lips, swallowing your moans and replacing them with his own. He pulls away once your grinding becomes more sloppy and he can tell that you’re right at your peak.

“Say my name while you cum for me, baby.” His words were all that you needed to fall into your orgasm, your legs shook and you fell against Minho, your head resting in the crook of his neck.

His name falls from your lips along with a string of swear words as your orgasm washes over you but for some reason you feel it literally washing over you. Just as you’re coming down from your orgasm you realize that you don’t have to pee anymore and that when it hits you. You sit up quickly, panic written all over your features as you look down at Minho’s soaked thigh. You stare down at it for a few seconds as tears well up in your eyes.

“Baby, that was -" He stops mid sentence when you look up at him, a tear trailing down your cheek and your breathing picking up as the panic sets. “Hey hey what happened?”

Minho pulls you into a hug as he rubs circles into your back and hushes you softly. You can’t help but cry a bit harder as you realize what just happened, you’ve been waiting so long for this moment and you ruined it in the most embarrassing way possible. Your thoughts start to spiral as you fall deeper into panic but you’re pulled out by your boyfriend's soft voice.

“Did you not mean to do that?” You furrow your brows slightly, confused by his question. Of course you didn’t mean to embarrass yourself like that. You shake your head and Minho hums in response as he thinks of what else to say.

“Are you mad at me?” Your words come out in a whisper as another tear falls and Minho leans back to look at you. His gaze is gentle and sympathetic and almost… happy?

“I’m not mad at all, baby.” He reaches up to wipe your tears with a faint grin and you pinch your brows together softly.

“Why are you smiling?” Minho smiles wider as he looks down at the mess that you made then back up at you.

“Because I liked it.” The two of you stare at each other, his smiling eyes searching your surprised ones. “I thought that it was hot.”

“Really?” Minho nods his head in response, his eyes darkening a bit as he recalls the incident.

“You came so hard and you were moaning my name so loudly, baby. Once I realized that you pissed on me I nearly fucking came too.” You think back and realize that you did cum a lot harder than you normally do and riding his thigh felt ten times more intense than any other time that you’ve done. Your cheeks burn red as you take it in, did you actually like it?

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Jagi, I was very into it.”

“I uh, actually think that I might be too.” Your voice is small but the smile that your words paint on Minho’s lips is big and it makes you feel excited all over again.

“Yeah? We can explore that if you want.” You nod your head with a smile and Minho leans in for a kiss as he presses his soaked knee up against your cunt. The cold wet fabric of his sweatpants against your warmth pulls a moan out of you that he quickly swallows before pulling back.

“We have the entire weekend to explore it, baby.”

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Never in his life, did Lee Minho ever think he’d wake up beside Lee Felix.

But that’s exactly what he found himself doing the next morning.

The morning after everything had crumbled apart and they had shared half of their feelings and felt each other in the deepest of ways and passions.

Turning onto his side, Minho reached out and ghosted a few fingers against Felix’s freckled cheek. His skin was warm to the touch, his presence in Minho’s bed sending a comforting aura across the entire room.

Then, Felix was stirring. The early morning rays were shining down on them through the nearby window, hitting Minho’s back and cascading across the younger man’s face. It highlighted his sharp cheekbones, his puffy lips that were still a little swollen. Eyes skirting down just a tiny bit, Minho noticed the way Felix’s bare collarbone and shoulders peeked out from underneath the covers, glimmering in the sunlight.

He looked like a real-life faerie. Like a tiny sprite that had just creeped out of the woods the night before, slipping into Minho’s bed and keeping him warm for as long as he wished.

“Mornin’.” A low, gravelly voice broke through the serene quiet of the bedroom. The contrast of his dark tone compared to his ethereal features thew Minho for a loop, as his eyes locked onto Felix’s.

Hands reaching out, Minho grabbed at the younger’s bare skin. Until he had a hand on his waist and the other woven in his messy blonde tresses. “Morning, princess,” Minho whispered, yanking Felix close and planting a few messy kisses to his lips. Felix let out a tiny giggle, hiding his growing blush in the crook of Minho’s neck. “Sleep well, my pretty princess?”

“Stop calling me that…” Felix whined out, shifting in Minho’s hold as he carded his small fingers through dark locks.

Skirting one of his hands across Felix’s skin, he traced the grooves of his spine, circling the middle of his back before continuing to go south. Soon, Minho’s fingers were sinking into the flesh of the blonde’s ass, squeezing there by the tiniest bit as he spoke. “Why? Does it make you… feel good?” Muttering against Felix’s ear, Minho bared his teeth and scraped them against the younger’s earlobe.

That earned a strangled groan from Felix, and Minho could feel him growing hotter by the second. His temperature rising at Minho’s actions and words. So Minho did the only thing he felt like doing in that moment - reaching down with his other hand, past the thick comforter and sheet, and firmly taking ahold of Felix’s ass.

“H-hng…” Was the only thing that slipped from Felix’s lips in reply to Minho’s earlier question. He moved against Minho, squirming on his side as the older’s nails made half-crescent shapes into the flesh of his asscheeks.

“What was that, princess? You’ll have to speak up, daddy can’t hear you that well…” Minho said, tone lilting and playful. Unmistakably, the air in the room had shifted. To something with much more weight to it— heated, and insatiable.

Felix was rising from his spot beside Minho abruptly, towering over his form with a furrowed brow and an annoyed light in his eyes. But the quivering of his bottom lip didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, neither did the furious blush that dusted across his freckles.

“M-Makes me horny, okay?!” Felix exclaimed in a rather loud outburst, ripping his hands away from Minho’s hair. Then, he was placing his warm palms against Minho’s shoulders, using the body underneath him for better purchase.

One of Minho’s hands left Felix’s ass after that, reaching up to the younger’s face. Tracing gentle fingers against his warm cheek, before curving under his jaw, Minho watched in astute pleasure as Felix all but melted into his touch. “Of course it does… because you love looking pretty, hmm? You love making people talk with your bold outfits- with your slutty booty shorts and sparkly tube tops.”

“Do you think I’m pretty in those things?” Felix asked, failing to meet Minho’s gaze and instead focus on his chest. His small fingers drew aimless shapes against Minho’s skin, forcing gooseflesh the surface of the elder’s entire body.

Minho could feel something break and dissolve in the pit of his heart— at the thought of Felix dressing in such things for his attention only. “Oh princess— every time you wear those kinds of things, I—” But he cut himself off at the last moment, deciding to hold himself back.

Jeongin’s words from earlier came into the forefront of his mind then, the long text string that he had been sent in relation to Felix’s childhood after Minho had left flooded all of his thoughts again.

Because there he was— there Felix was, practically straddling his waist, completely bare of clothing. Looking down at him with such a pitiful expression on his face. Asking— begging, silently, for Minho to speak his mind.

But all Minho could think about in that moment was that they still had so much to talk about — and Felix had no idea that he knew.

“Tell me. Please— tell me, Min.” Felix whispered, leaning into him then and pressing a few light pecks onto his lips. He was trying to coax the words out of Minho, but the older man wasn’t budging. “You can dress me up, if you want… I’ll be your pretty doll. I can be anything you want and I—”

Felix’s words made Minho freeze up completely.

I’ll be your pretty doll.

I can be anything you want.

And it just… it didn’t feel quite right.

The things Felix was saying to him in the early morning light had a different tone to them than they had in the throngs of twilight.

Like, as soon as daylight appeared, the Lee Felix from the night before was wiped away. And what was left was… a shell of the man Minho had fallen asleep next to.

Instead, this Felix was begging for him—

Begging in a way that left a sour taste in Minho’s mouth,

That made his heart clench in pain,

That made his mind spin with millions of different doubts.

“Felix, stop. Stop, baby.”

He had to say it twice, cutting through the mindless void Felix had seemed to fall into so quickly.

Subspace,

That’s what Chris had called it once. When divulging Minho in some of his one-night stands with girls around town.

Felix was in subspace, and Minho was afraid he had put the blonde there.

Feeling like he was a spectator looking on at the scene, like he was currently breathing outside of his body, Minho’s hands moved up Felix’s sides. Then he was moving their positions, until Felix’s head was back on the pillow and Minho was standing up from the bed.

“Wha— did I do something wrong?” Felix slurred his words only slightly. Like he was drunk off of grape soju. But Minho knew he was completely sober in that moment. Just that… he was still slipping into subspace, and that Minho would have to be a lot more careful about their dynamic from then-on. With the nicknames, too. As princess evidently triggered something deep seated in Felix’s mind.

Minho hastily pulled his legs through a pair of black sweatpants, before he was leaning over the bed and brushing a few gentle fingers through Felix’s hair. “Baby, no. You did nothing wrong… it’s just that— we need to talk. Before we go any further.”

Felix sat up in bed after that, resting his back against the headboard as his eyes fixed on Minho’s body. “Okay… what do you wanna talk about?” He was still speaking slowly, but Minho could tell he was beginning to come out of… the space. Thank God Minho hadn’t pushed any further while in bed, otherwise he was afraid Felix wouldn’t be able to pull himself up again.

“Chris will probably be home soon. I think it’d be best if you were back at your place and he didn’t find his little brother naked in his best friend’s bed,” Minho said, throwing his phone onto his nearby desk and fitting a shirt over his head. “Besides, after everything that’s happened in the last few days… I don’t wanna put him through anything else.”

“That can’t possibly be what you wanted to talk about.”

Felix was a lot more intuitive than Minho gave him credit for. A lot more. Perhaps the younger man could read his face a little too well— how his brow was furrowed the tiniest bit and the corners of his mouth were dipped towards the floor.

But one look at Felix in his bed, bare chest completely exposed as he rested against the mountain of pillows. Blonde hair messy and cheeks still rosy from the night before, dark brown eyes glossed over by the tiniest of bits…

And Minho didn’t have the heart to break the perfect, quiet bubble they were still in.

“It doesn’t matter, forget I said anything,” Minho said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. And so suddenly, he felt like he was about to suffocate under Felix’s gaze there in the bedroom. So he made for his bathroom, deciding to brush his teeth and wash his face before having to brave the outside world again.

There was silence for a few moments, but Minho could hear the bed creaking and movement just beyond the bathroom door. Then, like a beautiful phantom ghosting his presence once more, Felix was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, boxers now covering at least part of him. “But it does matter, because you matter to me.” His words came out soft and light, and Minho could feel the younger’s eyes on him as he finished washing his face with his green tea foam cleanser.

Minho said nothing to that, instead focusing on drying off his face with a towel. But Felix was unavoidable, it would seem. Since he was blocking the doorway out. Eyes sliding across the bathroom to meet Felix’s, Minho tilted his head and offered him a deep sigh. “I just— I don’t wanna hurt you anymore than I already have.”

“You could never hurt me, not again.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. Because I definitely will. Again, and again.” At that, he managed to slip out of the bathroom, striding across his bedroom floor.

“I don’t fucking care, Minho. Hurt me all you want, but I’ll never stop loving you. Never. I want no one else in this world to hurt me but you.”

Minho stopped his pacing across his bedroom, staring back at Felix who was now perched at the edge of his bed. “You have to know that it wasn’t by my own volition. I never asked to be aware of it.” Minho started, as he began his pacing once more. Each one of his movements was tracked by keen eyes, like a cat watching its owner prowl around the world.

Felix stayed quiet, allowing Minho to collect his jumbled thoughts. The older man could feel his heart beating his chest in that moment, thumping against his ribcage. It hurt to breath out, his nostrils felt like they were on fire and his throat constricted with the lump that was steadily growing against his tongue.

“Jeongin told me.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But Minho stopped his manic walking, turning around to face Felix once more. He was halfway across the bedroom, watching for anything to register on the younger’s face.

“Okay… and what exactly did he tell you?” Felix asked, raising a dark, quizzical eyebrow in the wake of Minho’s words.

Fists clenching at his side, Minho almost didn’t have the heart to tell him. To tell this small, beautiful being sitting on his bed that he knew all the sins committed against him previously. To tell him that he knew— about all the hurt and abuse and violence. Even still, Minho couldn’t bring himself to hold it back any longer. Knowing it all had been killing him silently for long enough.

“He told me about— you, Felix. About everything that happened after I left for college during your high school years.”

Immediately, that’s all it took.

All it took, for the life to completely drain out of Lee Felix.

In an instant, he was no longer a stunning, otherworldly faerie sitting atop a plush bed.

Instead, he was a ghostly shell of a person - bleached of all color, like a black-and-white painting on canvas.

Nothing happened for what felt like a millennium. Time seemed to stop, as Minho watched the Felix before him break down. Outer wall crumbling brick by brick, shoulders drooping and face draining of all semblance of life.

Suddenly, he looked so tired.

So, so fucking tired.

“Why would he tell you…” Felix whispered in a low tone, shaking his head slowly. His limbs were beginning to shake, as his fingers clenched tightly into fists. Then his gaze was locking onto Minho’s, and the older man could see the rage boiling just beneath the surface there. “Why the fuck would he tell you?!”

The scream came out in a guttural, heart-breaking kind of way. Minho didn’t know what to do just then - he was frozen in his place, watching as all the emotions rippled and cascaded through the man sitting before him.

Felix was rising up from the bed in the next instant, beginning to tear across the room for his clothes that had been tossed aside the night before. The entire time, he was muttering things under his breath, heaving strangled breaths in his anger. “This is complete bullshit! After all the shit I did for him— he stabbed me in the fucking back!” Somehow, he was able to find his purple tracksuit and shove him limbs into the fabric. “I swear to god I’m going to fucking kill him!”

The pure venom in Felix’s voice sent a shiver down Minho’s spine. He had never seen him so full of rage - so vengeful, even despite all of the bad arguments they had had in the past. Minho feared this was unlike anything Felix had ever experienced before… and the older man did the only thing he knew in that exact moment.

“Felix, please— he was just doing it to protect you. He knew you’d never tell me.” Minho started, making his way over to Felix and grabbing ahold of his arm to stop him from fleeing the bedroom entirely.

Felix stared up at him with a dark look under his eyes, the rosiness in his cheeks completely gone and instead replaced with a shadowy haze. “Protect me… protect me!” Felix shouted, laughing incredulously. But Minho knew nothing was directed at him. The younger man was just upset, and he didn’t know how to express himself properly. “It’s my life. It’s my fucking story to tell, no one else’s!” Felix turned to face Minho finally, poking a finger into his chest with each of his words.

“I know, and I’m sorry he did that. He should’ve gotten permission first. He wasn’t thinking right, he was drunk and—”

“I didn’t want you to ever know, don’t you see?!” Felix suddenly cried in an outburst. In an instant, his small fingers were gripping onto the collar of Minho’s shirt, clawing at it for dear life. Like if he held on long enough, the nightmare would end and he’d wake up and realize it was all a murky dream. “But now- oh God, you know… oh God, you know and you hate me and—”

He was crumpling after that, entire body convulsing with the tremors of anger and hurt that coursed through his veins. Minho grabbed onto him so tight, he feared if he squeezed the blonde’s sides any stronger he’d break ribs. Instead, he sunk down to the floor with Felix, holding him as close as he possibly could.

And Minho didn’t know what to do — he was frozen again, in that odd limbo space between wanting to cry, but not being able to.

Felix’s sobs wracked through his entire form, ripping out of his mouth in the most blood-curdling kind of sounds.

“Lix- I don’t hate you, I don’t… how could I ever hate you?” Minho started in a quiet voice, hoping beyond all hopes that Felix could hear him over all the crying and heartache. “It’s not your fault, Lixie… it’s not. It never was. You were a child, it’s never a child’s fault.”

At that, Felix was yanking away from his chest. His cheeks were still bleached of all color, but now icy tears were trailing down his skin. They clouded his eyes, making his bottom lip quiver and his brow crease. “But God— you do! You think I’m the one that led things on… you think it’s the same reason why I got mixed up with that stranger at the club and—” His cries were so guttural, Minho could feel each and every one of his words punch through his chest like knifes to thick muscle.

Tearing at flesh and sinew and bone.

Minho felt like he was nothing more put a pile of useless limbs, clinging onto a shell of a boy he had once known - that he still loved.

Even still, he had the mind to press Felix for answers, “Is that true, Lix? Is that why you allowed that man to defile you so much?” He was talking about the man at the club, that much they both knew.

“If I told you the answer you’d abandon me,” Felix wailed, voice cracking in between his tears. Pressing this forehead into the center of Minho’s chest, the wetness cascading down his cheeks began to dampen the older man’s shirt. But in that moment, Minho couldn’t give a damn about such frivolous things. “You’d throw me in a hospital— in a physic ward. Just like they tried to do all those years ago.”

“Felix.” Minho said, stern voice trying to cut through the murky depths that Felix was drowning in. And when he didn’t rouse at the sound of his name, Minho reached out and wrapped his hands behind the blonde’s neck. Soon, he was cupping Felix’s wet cheeks and guiding his focus back onto him. “Felix, listen to me. I’d never do such a thing to you, never. I never wanna do anything that will hurt you.”

Then Felix was wiping furiously at his cheeks, the hiccups vibrating across his shoulders as he shook his head in a manic kind of way. “I didn’t know, Min. I swear, I didn’t— I thought he was safe and I wanted to get my mind off of you and I’m sorry and—”

But Minho didn’t have the heart to ask who he was talking about. Because he already knew the answer to the question — both men that Felix had gotten mixed up with, during high school and only just recently — had been an escape from real life. Had been a means to an end, to fend off all the thoughts Felix had of… Minho.

That was the hardest thing for Minho to come to terms with.

The fact that, had he been around - had he been by Felix’s side, and loved him the way he was supposed to and needed to, things wouldn’t have turned out so horribly.

Fate was a weird thing, though.

The Gods living high above in the skies were cruel, in some ways.

For looking down at Felix during so much turmoil and allowing it to happen. Allowing the two of them to be separated, knowing that— if they had been together, none of it would have happened in the first place.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, all those years ago. I’m sorry I didn’t love you right and that you got mixed up in those situations because of me…” Minho started, his mouth close to Felix’s ear. He was whispering, rocking the both of them back and forth to try and calm the younger male. He could tell it was working, too. By the way that Felix was melting into his grasp, the hands around his waist growing a little slack. “I want to kill them, trust me— I really fucking do. But I’m not about to end streaks of violence with even more of it. So instead, I’m going to protect you with my life, from now on. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says or thinks about it— about us or our relationship. It’s none of their concern. You’re never getting rid of me, and I swear on my entire family’s grave that I’ll always be by your side, no matter what.”

There was silence after that.

For a long time, nothing was said between the two men. Instead, they just held onto each other for dear life. Almost like, if they separated for even a second- the precious moment would break and they’d go right back to being strangers again.

Minho had the mind to check the clock that was on the nearby nightstand. It was close to noon. Chris would be home soon, and the last thing Minho wanted right then was for his best friend to walk in on them. He’d question things immediately, and Minho was too mentally spent to talk it all out. Explain their relationship and why Felix was having a literal mental breakdown in his arms.

Finally, after Felix had stopped crying and his shoulders stopped shaking, he was rousing in Minho’s arms. Until he was leaning his head against the older’s shoulder, staring up at him with wide, puffy eyes.

Like a helpless little woodland faerie, innocent against all the sins of men in the world.

And Minho wanted to do everything in his power to protect such pure, raw beauty.

“What do you need from me right now, Pixie?” Minho asked in a gentle voice, one that was so quiet, only Felix would ever be able to hear. He used the nickname that he had given the blonde when they were living back in Busan. Growing up together, hanging from the bows of trees and frolicking on the beach. He stared down at the boy, thumb ghosting against his pale cheek as he studied the emotions swimming in Felix’s eyes. “Tell me what you want, pretty. And I’ll do anything.”

“Kiss me. Please.”

Minho needed no further instruction. As he dipped his head down, capturing Felix’s lips up into a soft kiss. Their mouths pressed together in an ethereal kind of way. They were a perfect fit, practically made for each other.

Minho’s lips drawled away from Felix’s after a few moments, littering soft kisses across his face - his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. “You’re so good, Felix… too good for me. I promise— I’ll be with you through all of life’s ups and downs,” Then he was catching Felix’s gaze, and seeing the sincerity of the words register in the younger man’s mind. “I’ll kiss you as long as you want. Kiss it better, kiss all the pain and sorrow away. Kiss you until you’re sick of it.”

Then he was capturing Felix’s lips against his again, this time with a little more force. This time, their teeth clashed together. This time, Felix let out a strangled gasp as Minho poked his tongue out, trailing the line of his lips with it. This time, Felix’s jaw slacked and allowed Minho’s tongue entrance. This time, they got a taste of each other. Just like the night before.

And soon, without even realizing what was going on, Felix was already crawling on top of Minho. Situating himself into the elder’s lap, as his fingers grasped at dark locks. As Minho’s tongue pulled moan after soft moan out from deep inside of Felix.

Before they could go any further, be any more reckless and emotional than they already were - and it was still the morning time - Minho’s hands found their way to the nape of Felix’s neck. He was pulling them apart then, a messy string of saliva parting from both of their lips. Felix gave him a pout, and the frown he had made him look so much cuter than he already was. Made the tent growing in Minho’s pants get a little stiffer.

“We need to stop, Lixie. Chris is gonna be home any second now.”

“But why?” Felix whined out, bouncing up and down a few times in his protest.

The bouncing of his thighs wasn’t doing Minho’s current horny state any good, so he made to grab ahold of his hips to stop Felix’s movements. “Because— I don’t want this to be the way he finds out about us. I wanna tell him in a clear state of mind and not when I’m really fucking horny.”

At the last of his words, Felix’s gaze caught with Minho’s again. A wicked smile spread across his lips, and he was turning into the exact replica of a Cheshire Cat. Tucking a few strands of hair behind Minho’s ear, Felix leaned away from him only slightly to survey his current state. Rumpled clothes, curly black hair that was wiry from stress, and a crazed look in his eye, no doubt about it.

“Oh… so you’re horny, huh?” Felix started, voice deep and wavering as he pulled a little bit on Minho’s locks.

For a second, the older man’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Completely involuntary, it would seem. “Yes, and I really wanna finger your pretty little hole and stuff you with my cock until you’re crying for me to stop. But I can’t do that right now, so that shit will have to wait.” He said, giving Felix a deadpan look as he grabbed ahold of his wrists and yanked them out of his hair.

Tilting his head to the side, Felix’s eyes trailed down the length of Minho’s body. Until they stopped at his middle, where their bodies were barely touching. Still, the tent in Minho’s pants was clearly visible. “Then, I guess you don’t wanna hear what I wanna do to you… that’s too bad…” He was hoisting himself up from Minho’s lap entirely after that, staring down at him with a shadowy kind of remorse.

“No, no— tell me.”

Minho didn’t even know why he was playing into Felix’s hand. It was a dangerous game, that much he knew. And he also knew that his best friend would be home any second. It was a miracle he hadn’t already walked into Minho’s bedroom yet, what with it being so late in the morning.

“Nah— I don’t wanna make you any hornier than you already are…” Felix started, turning his back on Minho. And then he was reaching over the bed to grab his things that were still on the nightstand. His phone and his wallet and—

All Minho could think about was how adorable he looked right then—

Ass sticking out in the open,

Practically begging to be spanked.

He was teasing Minho, and the older man wasn’t gonna stand by the wayside and take it any longer.

So he did exactly what Felix was silently asking for.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing up and was right behind Felix, spanking him so hard his palm came away from Felix’s purple sweatpants hot to the touch.

Felix was whirling on him soon after, face red as a beet as he clutched his things close to his chest. “Hey! That was very uncalled for, sir.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t asking for it, princess.” Minho smirked, staring down at the blonde with a triumphant stance. Hands on his hips, he watched as Felix’s eyes blazed with the insinuation. A certain kind of heaviness was filling the bedroom again, weighing down on either of their shoulders.

It was suffocating Minho, in the best of ways.

“Well there’s lots of things I actually want, which I can’t ask for because of— obvious reasons,” Felix’s eyes flit around the room. Like he was a nervous deer, caught in the headlights of a hunter. “And don’t call me princess!”

Minho was inching closer to him then, watching the pretty line of his lips and how pink they were. And how good they’d look wrapped around his co- “What kinda things do you want, hmm— princess?”

Felix gazed up at him, now that they were just a mere hairsbreadth away from each other. Reaching up, he brought Minho close to his lips, his mouth hovering over his but not kissing him. “I wanna litter pretty purple and red marks across your neck— wanna choke on your cock and make it messy… wanna swallow your cum and then get on top of it and ride your sensitive flesh until you come again.”

Minho was silent after that, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment. Fighting off all the demons that wanted to take over him — fighting the urge to throw Felix down onto the bed right there in that moment, and rip those pretty screams out of his mouth as he creams against Minho’s cock.

Instead, he was leaning back from Felix. Motioning to the door with his head, his lips pulled up into a sardonic kind of grin. “Get out right now— before we both ruin our relationships with Chris.”

“Oh, so you’re gonna kick your boyfriend out of your dorm?”

“No, I’m telling you to leave. For the good of everyone.”

But Felix knew better, that was for sure. Because already, he was moving to the door and stepping through the threshold. Minho was hot on his tail, following him through the kitchen and to the front door.

“Will I see you again sometime today at least?” The blonde asked, as he stopped in the doorway. Peering up at Minho with sparkly, imploring eyes. He was going to be the absolute downfall of Lee Minho.

“I have a final exam to study for. I’ll be at the library later tonight.”

“It’s open past midnight right?”

“Til’ two in the morning I think.”

Leaning up towards Minho, Felix placed a light peck on his cheek. “Guess I’ll see you around then.”

But before he could pull away again, Minho was reaching out. Arm snaking around his small waist, Minho pulled the younger boy closer to him. Craning his neck downward, he swiped his tongue against Felix’s bottom lip, before kissing him with all the passion and fire that was thrumming through his veins.

The kiss didn’t last for more than five seconds, but to Minho, it felt like a whole lifetime passed. And that nothing else mattered, besides the otherworldly boy that he was kissing in the doorway of his dorm. When they pulled apart from each other, Felix’s cheeks were flushed and his shoulders were heaving again.

“Get home safely, Felix. Text me when you arrive,” Minho said, as Felix was finally leaving his presence and beginning to turn towards the common ground that surrounded all the senior’s dormitory complex. But he hadn’t let go of Minho’s hand yet, and was still holding onto it for dear life. “I love you, my pretty princess.”

Felix froze in his place then, turning his head back to give Minho a whisper of a grin. Then he was squeezing his fingers, “I love you more, Minnie.” And with that, he was on his way. They were parting and Minho was watching him trek across the damp ground.

He didn’t close the door until Felix was completely out of sight. And as soon as it was locked, he leaned his back against the wooden frame. The hardness between his legs was the first thing he registered in the wake of Felix’s absence. Staring down at the tent in his sweatpants, Minho let out a dark chuckle. Shaking his head incredulously, he muttered to himself as he filed into the kitchen to start on a quick brunch. “Lee Felix, you will be the absolute death of me.”

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seospicybin · 2 years ago

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ONE BITE.

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Synopsis: There’s nothing more enticing than the forbidden apple and Minho’s forbidden apple takes in the form of you, a girlfriend of his close friend but all he only needs is one bite. But does one bite will ever be enough? (5,8k words)

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest.

So is your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes closed when you grin, your cute little gasps when you see something that catches your interest, every word that came out of your mouth, and every other part of you that he had yet to discover but he knows for sure he'll admire.

That body and those distinctive charms wrapped in that red dress with the hem swaying along as you slowly dance to the music playing in the room.

You make one ripe-looking apple on a sole tree, so enticing, tempting, and profoundly alluring.

And Minho has been looking at that apple like he knows that one bite of it would be enough to fill his hunger and quench his thirst at once.

The only problem is that the apple tree is in someone's garden but isn't that why forbidden things are more appealing?

The owner of the garden is coming towards him, his best friend, Hyunjin. It's like he knows he's been salivating over his apple, he blocks the view by standing right in front of him.

"You're going home for the weekend, right?" Hyunjin asks, handing Minho a new cup of drink.

Minho leans against the back of the sofa, "yeah," he replies.

"I know you're going the opposite way," Hyunjin pauses to take a sip of his drink, "but can you give my girlfriend a ride home?"

When Minho thinks that he should be refrained from keep looking at Hyunjin's beautiful garden, an opportunity presents itself, an opportunity to take a closer look.

Still, he doesn't want to seem eager on taking the chance, he keeps his cool and takes a small sip of his drink.

"She lives in that apartment building next to the city park, right?" Minho coyly asks.

Hyunjin nods while he's gulping his drink.

"Yeah, alright, it's not that far," Minho adds a shrug to show nonchalance.

"Oh, thank you," Hyunjin emphasizes his gratitude by shaking Minho's hand.

He immediately lets it go and puts his drink away, "I'm going to tell her," he says with a smile.

Minho watches as Hyunjin makes his way to you, surprising you with a back hug and you look over your shoulder with a smile on your face.

Hyunjin softly catches your lips like he was trying to capture that smile with a kiss and keeps it for himself.

He then whispers something into your ear that got you flustered, hiding your face into his neck.

All these times, Minho has witnessed enough things of Hyunjin and you being together, out in the open or even behind the closed door of his bedroom.

Not sure if he envies him but Minho only wants it more because he can't have it.

The party slowly dies down as guests started to leave one by one and leave the mess behind. That's none of his worries, he worries more about the drive home knowing that he'll be giving a ride to Hyunjin's sweet little thing.

Minho goes to his room to take his things but stops as he walks past Hyunjin's room and the door is slightly ajar.

He can't see anything but he does have the sight of you and Hyunjin on the bed together through the reflection in the mirror.

Minho lingers there and watches as Hyunjin pins you under him, his hand going under the hem of your dress and kneading on your flesh.

He holds his breath as he listens to the pretty noises you make against the smooching sounds of your lips locking with Hyunjin, the low giggles, and that breathless gasp you make in between kisses.

"You're so pretty in red," Hyunjin sweetly compliments you with his hand lifting the hem of your dress, exposing the white underwear you're wearing underneath.

Hyunjin's long finger slips under the fabric, teasing you while seductively gazing into your eyes.

"Is it the color or because my tits look amazing in it?" You tease back with a low giggle.

Hyunjin cracks a low laugh, "that too," he responds.

Minho intently watches as Hyunjin pulls the front of your dress down and your breast is spilling out of their confinement.

From what he's seeing, Minho can imagine how soft you would be, which makes him want to bury his head between those mounds.

Fuck, you're rather a juicy one and full of flavors, it suits Minho's taste so well.

Hyunjin doesn't hesitate to take it in his mouth and sucks on it while you're lowly moaning, your hand slips in his hair. From there, he begins making a trail of kisses down your body and ends with him burying his face between your legs, rubbing his nose against your clothed core, and making you softly whine.

Hyunjin draws a sharp breath before returning to kiss your lips again, "fuck, I'm so horny," he sighs with so much frustration.

No shit! Minho's mouth starts to water as well, he's been swallowing his saliva the whole time he's standing there.

"It's getting late. I have to go," you remind him.

Hyunjin groans against your neck like a fussy toddler.

You try to console him by kissing the side of Hyunjin's face, "We'll meet again this weekend."

Hyunjin collapses on the bed next to you and lets out a heavy sigh, "I'm so hard right now," he confesses with a shy laugh.

You turn to face him on the bed that Minho can only see your back in the mirror.

"Let me take care of it for you," you say to him followed by the sound of the zipper being parted open.

Minho takes it that it's his time to stop watching because he has no one to take care of his boner.

Minho has been waiting in the kitchen and drinking Chan's endless supply of cranberry juice in the fridge to sober up.

He didn't drink much but he'll be driving a car, it's better if he balances the alcohol in his body with fruit juice.

Statistically, the two of you should be out of the room already, it doesn't take long to give a hand job and you only need a few more minutes after.

Hyunjin knows Minho doesn't have that much patience, especially when it comes to waiting.

He already drains half of the carton when he decides it is time to interrupt.

He bumps into you and Minho holds you out of reflex, he catches the smell of your perfume, of jasmine and something soft, he can't pinpoint what it is.

"I'm so sorry," you say while laughing.

"No, it's okay," Minho slowly lets you go even though he doesn't want to.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes, I just need to find my bag," you look around the room to find it.

Minho goes to the kitchen where he's been keeping your bag on top of the counter, "here," he announces.

"Thank you," you mutter as you approach him to get it from him.

"Want to drink something?"

"I'll have whatever it is you're having," you answer and grabs the glass Minho is using.

Minho refills the glass and watches as you drink it in one long gulp. Is it necessary to look that good when doing such a mundane thing?

The shape your body takes and that beautiful arch, gosh, you are rather a juicy one.

Hyunjin comes into the scene when it's getting good, he goes to your side and put an arm around you.

"I'm sorry I can't take you home myself," he says to you.

"That's okay," you say back.

Hyunjin kisses you again before leaving and Minho has his back watching it for him this time. He has enough for today.

Hyunjin turns to Minho and says, "Please, take her home safely."

Minho doesn't say anything but smiles at Hyunjin in response. He'll take her home safely but what happens after that, no promises.

Minho has an inkling that you know he's been secretly watching you.

There were a few occasions of you catching him looking at you but you did nothing but slyly smile at him.

That's low-key hot to him, you know he's trouble but you let him get away with it every time.

He doesn't want to presume that there's something but he guesses you want to see how big of a trouble he can make.

If that is so, oh... just so you wait.

"You listen to this band too?"

Minho's mind is miles away from his body and you snap him out of it, "come again?"

"You listen to this band?" You ask again, at the song playing on the car from his phone.

"Yes, I've been listening to them lately," he answers and focuses on the road ahead instead of the glimpse of your exposed thighs.

"I like them a lot," you say and start to sing along to the song.

You're not going to make it any easy for him, mmh? But at the same time, Minho wishes that the ride will never end.

"Why aren't you staying over?" Minho asks.

You stayed over with Hyunjin a few times already and no one will mind if you stay over again, he doesn't know about the other members but Minho personally would like it, a bit too much honestly.

"Hyunjin said he needs to wake up early for something tomorrow," you reply.

Minho knows that Hyunjin has been practicing a lot for something and he's been preparing himself because of how important it is.

However, Hyunjin skipped on the chance to spend a night with you and that's just crazy.

Minho would definitely have his cake and eat it too.

"Thank you for the lift," you say to him while unbuckling the safety belt.

"No worries," Minho helps you taking your bag from the backseat and handing it to you, his hand accidentally brushes yours in the process.

"You're welcomed to visit me anytime," you add with your hand unlocking the car door.

Minho nods but doesn't say anything but his eyes are looking at your lips.

"Drive safely," you say for the last time before stepping out of the car.

Minho once again can only watch as the luscious, gleaming red apple is getting away from him and out of his reach as he drives away.

As he stares at your reflection that has become a red dot in his rearview mirror, he thinks...

"If no one is going to take a bite of it then who will?"

The red dress is a little too tight around the hips that you have to lift it to be able to walk.

After you got out of the elevator, you press the call button on Hyunjin's number to inform him you've safely arrived at your apartment, he doesn't pick up the call even after you unlocked the door.

You try again as you clamp your phone between your ear and shoulder as your hands are busy taking your shoes off.

You give up on calling and go to the kitchen to have a glass of water, deciding to type a text instead.

You reckon he's asleep and you might as well just get on with your night routine of washing up and changing into your night dress.

As you head to your bedroom, your doorbell rings.

Once and twice, you've been standing there and don't know what to do because who would visit you at 2 am?

You brave yourself and open the door to only see the one you didn't expect.

"Minho?"

He sheepishly smiles, "you said I can visit you anytime," he says.

It's not about the invitation but how eagerly he took the invitation that got you rubbing your neck, perplexed.

"Well, yeah, sure," you stammer.

There's no way you're going to keep him standing outside your door, "you want to come in?"

Minho seems to be waiting for you to say that, his face relaxed the moment you let him into your apartment.

Your phone is ringing on the kitchen counter, "it's probably Hyunjin," you say, turning to pick it up.

Minho grabs your hand and stops you from going, "don't pick it up then," he says.

You give him a questioning look then softly chuckle. You gently take your hand away from but he's quick to grab it by your wrist.

You thought he was just joking but you're the only one laughing and the phone stops ringing, "but why?"

"I just want to be with you tonight," he simply answers.

You're getting more confused but somehow you chuckle at his words.

"I know that..." he walks towards you then stops right in front of you, "you know I've been looking at you."

Minho leans into the side of your face his warm breath brushing your cheek and ear.

You keep looking straight ahead because you know exactly what he's talking about. You know he's been secretly ogling over you whenever you're around each other.

Those eyes, you recognize those eyes that are filled with so much want. You bet the fact that you have a boyfriend only adds to the thrill of it.

Minho brings his mouth close to your ear, "now for this—"

"I have a boyfriend, Minho," you slice through his words, hoping those are enough to remind him that he should stop wherever it is he's leading this conversation.

"I'm not going to steal you from my best friend. You don't have to worry about that," he softly speaks with his nose grazing your ear shell.

There's this slight fear inside you that if you turn to look at him, you'd get caught in his spell. You resist the urge and keep looking away from him.

"Just give me one chance..." his words are heavy with wants with a tad of hopelessness in them.

Minho endearingly brushes your hair to the side and holds it there.

"Just one chance, mmh?" He pleads again into your ear with his voice as sweet as honey.

The temptation is there and you're just a nudge away from crumbling down, "I don't know, Minho," you sigh because the last layer of defense you have against him is far too weak.

Just like Hyunjin senses that you needed saving, the phone starts ringing again.

You got startled because of how the phone shattered the silence and the building tension in the room.

You turn to get the phone and Minho stops you again with his hand on your waist.

"Hey, look at me," Minho gently demands.

And foolishly, you obey him and look up at him in which Minho doesn't waste another second to plant his lips on yours.

The kiss is searing, fiery, and hungry. The kiss feels hot and cold at once. The kiss feels so wrong but good, too good. The walls crumbling down and with every kiss, he strips you away from all of your senses.

"Minho..." you breathlessly call his name against his mouth as the last warning call for him.

He cups your jaw with one hand and stares into your eyes, you see no hint of fear in them but a determination to finish what he has just started.

It's your fault for always letting him play with fire instead of putting it off and now you can't do anything but watch as the fire burns.

The phone has stopped ringing and it's better to stay that way.

It's you and him now, no one is there to witness it but no one has to know either.

He can feel that your edges gradually soften the more he kisses you and he knows he should be patient, he just can't.

He wanted to feel your touch, your hands on him so he take them and put them around his neck.

Then he pulls you closer until there's no gap between your bodies and holds you so tight until your body molds into him.

Hyunjin is that lucky bastard who gets to kiss you a thousand times and your lips would taste just as good each time. He gets to hold your body and feels your warmth, drunk in your heavenly smell.

All these envious thoughts drive him mad that he gets even more impatient with every second passing, he hoists you and puts your legs around his waist.

You gasp into his mouth in surprise and at the same time, clutch onto his shoulders as he takes you to your bedroom.

As he gently lay you down on the bed, he takes a moment to admire you up close.

Your eyes, your nose, your lips, then he starts using his hand to tenderly caresses your cheek, feeling them heating against the back of his hand.

The apple is finally in his hand, ripe and luscious, the only thing left to do is pick it right from the tree.

He leans in close but your hand on his chest prevents him from kissing you.

Your eyes are closed and when you open them, he can see the distress in them.

He understands that this is a mistake but this will be the only time, "this will be the first and the last time," he assures you.

You lick your lips and let out a low sigh, "Hyunjin can't know about this," you say.

"He can't, ever!" You say again, a little louder and a whole lot more aggressive.

Minho holds your face to make you look at him and let you know how much he means by his words, "I swear I'll never tell him."

You crumple the front of his shirt in your hand, "swear on your life!" You demand.

Minho holds your hand on his chest, "I swear on my life," he swears. He crashes his mouth with you to kiss your doubts away until both of you fall onto the bed.

With that being said, Minho picks the apple right from the tree.

He watches the thing that mesmerized him, lured him, enticed him, and peels every layer that hides all of those heavenly parts of yours.

He stands there, looking at your body clothed in white undergarments and laying there on the bed for him to see, for his eyes only.

"So gorgeous," he sighs into the quiet of your bedroom.

And fucking Hyunjin gets to see it whenever he wants, he continues in his head.

It's hard looking at such a ripe apple and not getting a taste of it.

So he uses his hands, painting your body with the warmth of his palms, miles, and miles of silky smooth skin for him to explore.

He uses his mouth next, covering every inch of your skin with searing kisses and each kiss is longer than the previous.

Minho has just tasted the exterior of it and he is already intoxicated by it, his head hurts just from imagining what it would taste like when he bites into you.

But Minho needs to make sure of one thing, he might be craving for it but he can suppress it if he needed to.

"I feel like..." he pauses to take your hand and kisses the inside of your hand, "if we go further from here, there'll be no going back," he says.

You nod.

He looks into your eyes, seeking permission from you.

"Can I?"

You slide your hands up from his chest to the collar of his shirt, "we're far from going back," you affirm his permit.

He looks down to see your hands already working his buttons open and he knows for sure now that he has reached the point of no return.

Minho allows himself to peel another layer of you, the last one that separates him from achieving his dreams.

You're beautiful in that beautiful lingerie but even more beautiful without them.

A body that can't be described with words but he knows how through actions.

He kisses, licks, nibbles, and endlessly touches it, making you moan in pleasure and feeling admired.

Gosh, it would take him days, weeks, months to properly admire your body from head to toe that he starts to believe he was born to worship it.

One more trip down south and he gets to taste the delicacy between your legs, of sweet juice, and gets him thirsty just from the sight of it.

Licking his lips and a deep breath later, Minho dives right in without knowing how it would overwhelm him.

His greedy mouth takes more than he could, ignoring your whimpers but at the same time, arching your back for more of it.

You taste even better what he has in mind, juicy and sweet, through and through.

Hyunjin gets to taste it and he can get more if he wants to. Lucky, lucky son of a bitch, he curses in his head.

He opens his mouth wider to taste more of you with his arms curved around your thighs to keep your legs open as his envious thought replays in the back of his mind.

When a loud moan erupts from your mouth that's when Minho snaps himself out of his head.

Not sure about Hyunjin but Minho feels proud that he can make you cum against his mouth, flooding his tongue with your essence.

"So fucking sweet," he murmurs before burying his mouth in your wetness with his nose grazing your clit.

He then crawls over your body and sees you slowly gaining your senses after climaxing.

It's time. He can't wait to take one ultimate bite and have his desire fulfilled.

"Can I do it raw?" He whispers into your ear.

He then plants a tender kiss on your jaw, "I want to feel you whole."

He looks at your face while waiting for your answer, his finger trailing the shape of your jaw.

"Okay," you answer.

And he feels like dying just from the excitement.

With your legs spread open and his cock is evidently hard, his breath is erratic, hot, and heavy. Minho is growing impatient, one strike away from getting out of control.

He feels your hand on him and rubs it up and down his arms, "are you okay?"

You are a sweet little thing, aren't you? You know how to keep him wanting more of that sweetness.

He hovers above you, kissing you while rubbing his swollen cock on your wet slit repeatedly and you open your legs wider for him, presenting yourself to him.

One deep kiss on your mouth and his hands sliding down your sides, stopping right at your waist.

He gives his cock a few pumps to finally align it with your entrance and slowly pushes it in.

Sharp breath escaped through his gritted teeth as he intently watches his cock disappear into you while his brain is working hard to keep his senses intact.

It's overwhelming being inside you, it feels so good he almost lost it right at that second.

You softly whine while reaching for his forearms, gripping them as you squirm on the bed with your eyes closed and your hair spread on the pillow.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he keeps cursing under his breath, still can't believe that it's happening but when he feels your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his length, he knows it's real.

And those pretty, breathless noises you make.

He takes your hands and laced them together with his, pinning them next to your head as he lowers his mouth on yours again for a gentle kiss.

"How do you feel so good?" He asks against your lips because this forbidden bite tastes like a delicious sin.

You respond with those low giggles that are cute and sexy at once to him.

Minho's body starts to move without needing his brain to send the green light first, slow and steady.

He buries his head in your neck, planting hot kisses on the column of your throat, and muffles his grunts by pressing his mouth on the skin.

Minho wouldn't waste this one chance selfishly, well, he wanted to but he suppressed that, he wants to make it last as long as he could.

He slows down and back to sitting on the bed, holding you by the waist, lifting it off the bed.

With the firm grip of his hands on each side of you, he starts thrusting into you, deeper and deeper.

He truly enjoys watching his cock going in and out of you, adding his hand to gently circle your clit, these stimulations going at once are enough to make you a moaning mess under him.

When he's getting too comfortable with it, he changes his pace and put one of your legs up, putting it on his shoulder.

This position allows him to launch deeper inside you, he starts slow and adds more speed as he goes.

He turns his head to place small kisses on your ankle while hands rub down your thigh, squeezing on the ample flesh.

Hyunjin gets to have you whenever he wants, life is so fucking unfair! The thought echoes inside his head as his thrusts become harder and a little rougher.

He withdraws when he gets too close to the edge, puts your leg down, and back to kissing you again. He turns his attention to your soft mounds and buries his head in between.

His greedy mouth is back in action by pushing both of your breasts to the middle and taking them in turns, wetting your nipples with his hot, slick tongue.

"Oh my..." you stop yourself from making noises by sucking your fingers.

His body once again starts picking up the pace without him intending to, thrusting into you relentlessly.

Minho is way into it, drowning and immersing himself in it. There's no way he can hold it in any longer.

He takes your mouth and sloppily kisses you, his hands holding the frame of your face, keeping you still as he's chasing his high.

You know he's so close, your hands clinging onto his shoulders with your legs wrapped around his waist and crossed at the ankle.

He feels it coming, coming until it's too late.

Fumbling to pull out, he throws your hands aside and quickly pulls out of you to only see his cum leaking out of you.

"Fuck, fuck..." his voice tinted with concern yet he keeps pumping his cock until the last string of cum dropped on your cunt.

Your hand reaches for his hand first and you sit up on the bed, holding his cock in your hand to put it back inside you.

"If I stay inside you, I may—" his words got cut off as you sit on his lap, straddling him on the bed with your arm around his neck.

Before he can continue, you kiss him again and starts to slowly grind on him. He can feel his cock getting hard again although he was just cumming a while ago.

His body can't lie and he knows better that he can't resist you.

Also, if this is the only bite that he'll ever get, then he'll take one big, satisfying bite.

Unbeknownst to him, human is known for their greed.

Everything is alright.

He's still friends with Hyunjin, living in the dorm together with him and you are still his girlfriend, no one knows about that night except, well, you and him.

What you both did is to release the sexual tension it's strictly physical, pure lust. There's nothing more than that.

To prove that, Minho gets himself a girlfriend and he’s taking her to the party tonight. You should be relieved, you should be assured that he’s keeping his words secrecy.

Since he only found Hyunjin, he introduces her to him first and Hyunjin secretly gives him an impressed smirk.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Minho casually asks.

Hyunjin holds his drink in the other hand, "she'll be here soon," he says.

Just like it's timed, you come into the scene looking so effortlessly stunning in a white dress and it only reminds him of the color of your underwear that night.

Hyunjin pulls you by the waist and tilts his head to ask for a kiss which you immediately give without him needing to ask for it.

"I'm sorry. The traffic is just ugh..." you groan and peck Hyunjin's lips again.

"That's okay," Hyunjin responds with a smile.

It's like Minho is involuntarily trapped in your little bubble, he clears his throat and burst it.

Hyunjin's head snaps towards Minho, "and oh yeah, Minho brings someone with him," he quickly adds.

You turn your head at them, first at the girl next to him then at Minho.

"Hi, nice to meet you," you introduce yourself first to the girl.

Minho somehow feels a bit disappointed at how things went incredibly well, not sure what he was expecting though. Maybe an eyebrow raise from you? He honestly has zero ideas but the disappointment is there, gnawing inside him.

"Hope you’re having fun tonight!" You add as you take Hyunjin's hand then get him up from his seat, taking him somewhere.

As the night goes on, Minho has his girlfriend stays by his side but his head is elsewhere and his eyes are quietly watching you from across the room, sitting on the loveseat together with Hyunjin, talking and laughing, your hands laced together.

And he shouldn't care what the two of you are going or doing but a slight fear creeping inside of him.

What if you tell him about that night? What if you decide to come clean? What if you tell him everything and throw him under the bus?

You're the one with a relationship in here which means you have a guilty conscience that squeezed the truth out of you. He can't help but keeps asking himself what if? What if? What if?

A moment later, he finds himself standing there peeking through the door of Hyunjin's bedroom, just like that night. He has taken his bite however he feels exactly the same. Still as tempted and as enticed, but hopefully a bit smarter.

"What's with you today?" Hyunjin asks.

The two of you cuddle on the bed with Hyunjin resting his back against the headboard and you sit next to him, an arm around you with your head resting on his shoulder.

"You're so clingy," he adds with a kiss on the top of your head.

You don't say anything but nuzzle your head further into his neck, "you don't like it?"

Hyunjin chuckles and rubs your back, "of course I like it," he answers.

"You're extra cuddly today," he murmurs along with a kiss on your cheek.

You put your hand across his chest and look up at him, "Keep holding me close like this!" You say, sounding so small that Minho almost couldn't hear it.

Hyunjin playfully tangled his legs around your body and hoists you to lay you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you so tightly, "like that?"

"Exactly like that," you reply while giggling

"Okay."

"Don't let me go," you say.

"I won't," Hyunjin replies, followed by smooching sounds of his kisses on you.

Minho leans in close to the door with eyes closed, hearing the cute little gasps you make in between kisses and after that, he hears you softly say, "I love you."

His heart swells and expands as warm feelings fill it full to the brim, those words are what everyone said, magical.

"I love you too, beautiful," Hyunjin replies.

That's when it hits him that those words aren't for him and his heart takes a plunging crash onto the terrain that is his wishful thinking.

He should be fine, he should be alright and it has always been like that, but it��s different now because that one bite changes everything.

Minho has been sitting in his car, nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while looking up at the window of your apartment.

After driving his new girlfriend home and he finds himself making a right turn to your apartment building. Is it your magnetic field that is way too strong or has he foolishly put himself in there? There's no way to avoid it when it's the desire within him that got him here.

When he found out from Hyunjin that you went home early tonight, Minho can't help but think that the universe is in his favor.

If you're feeling unwell then why the lights are still on? He can't help but think that you're avoiding him by using that as an excuse.

So why don't you let him be the one who nurtures you, waters you, takes care of you, making you the most precious tree in his garden?

He only needs to make it make sense to you, how that one bite grows an addiction in him and he won't give up without trying.

One chance and a little bit of your time, that's all he needs.

He sets a goal in his head and that is to talk to you, to persuade you, he would be on his knees and pleads to you if he had to.

He wants you more than just a bite.

Minho takes a deep breath as he stands right in front of your door, he knows that knocking on your door means he's past the point of no return.

There's nothing to lose, so Minho jumps with both feet in without knowing how deep it goes until he can feel the ground.

Minho knocks on the door and free falls into uncertainty.

Once, twice, there's no answer.

He tries again for the third time and he'll keep doing it until he has this apple in his palm again, this time he won't let go.

He keeps knocking on the door and a moment later, he hears someone unlocking the door from within.

Forbidden or not, he's ready to embrace it all with a smile that slowly rises on his face.

The door swings open wider and wider, but instead of you, he sees Hyunjin.

"Minho?" He asks with a surprised face.

Hyunjin leans his side against the door frame and asks again, "What are you doing here?"

The smile fades from Minho's face as he's looking over Hyunjin's shoulder, and finds you standing there, looking as tantalizing as ever.

His forbidden apple with a secret woven in that sweet smile but somehow that adds to the charm, enticed him all over again.

There's no denying that you'll always be the forbidden apple in his eyes but he forgets that Hyunjin will always be the apple of your eyes.

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Okay thank you for answering my ask 🥺 the idea I had was:

A skz member (bang chan, lee know or seungmin) who has a step sis that they’re close to. They always had an attraction towards her but never acted on it because they’re step siblings. She visits them during one of their breaks and one day some how things between them. They get jealous of the interest another member shows for her and then they decided to finally act on their dark thoughts. One minute they’re just sitting in his room and the next he’s kissing her, pulling her onto his lap. grinding her hips against his lap. She’s confused at first because he’s her step bro but she couldn’t lie that she also felt an attraction towards him too. They fuck and then they fall into a habit of secretly sleeping with each other, frequently visiting more from then on.

Okay idk if this made you uncomfy, if it did I’m sorry 💗 this is the taboo idea I had and I wish I was imaginative enough to actually write something with a plot and not awful dialog 🙈

Holidays Bite - SKZ Minho

Who: SKZ Minho x fem!reader

Word count: 7.3k

Summary: You and Minho were typical, bickering step-siblings but after your parents' divorce, things get a little awkward. Your relationship changes when you visit Minho before the holidays and there is no going back. ⚠️Trigger warning: stepcest.

What: stepcest, older step-brother!Minho, fucking in secret, taboo relationship, no barrier protection, overstimulation, squirting, Minho is possessive and jealous and so fucking whipped for the reader hooo boy

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"What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A dumb little girl with no skewer."

"What? No, you get-- Hey!!"

You shouted after Minho who had snatched your skewer from your hand and was already munching on it as if it was the most mundane thing. The two of you were loitering around the kitchen after the festive dinner had wrapped up, both of you hiding from your parents to avoid being tasked with cleaning up.

"Well now you owe me one or I'm telling on you!"

"Pfft," Minho blew a raspberry at you after wiping a bit of sauce off his lip. "Alright, alright. What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A Christmas quacker!"

Minho couldn't stand to look at your triumphant grin and rolled his eyes as dramatically as humanly possible.

"I hate you, I hope you realise."

You knew that was a big fat lie.

Even though you and Minho weren't related, after your dad and his mother got married a few years ago just as you were starting school, Minho treated you like an annoying little sister all the same. He teased you and ordered you around but when you weren't looking, he'd intimidated and threatened more than one douchey classmate of yours who had dared to shit-talk you behind your back in the boys' locker rooms at school.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" You turned in Minho's direction, leaning on the counter.

"Wanna share this," he asked you, extending the leftover skewer to you.

You grinned at him, biting off a chunk like a hungry little kitten.

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"Would you lighten up already? You've been acting like an angry shark all week," Jisung whined as he keyed in the door code and he and Minho walked in, arms full of grocery bags.

"Stop pissing me off and I might," Minho said flatly, walking past Jisung straight for the kitchen.

"You're not taking your shoes off only because it's my turn to clean this week!"

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't realised," Minho quipped then stepped out of his trainers, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

"If your sister is anything like you, I'm moving out for the week," Jisung groaned as he set the groceries on the counter.

"Step-sister," Minho corrected, as if to remind himself. "We're not related and she's annoying so you'll be two peas in a pod."

"You say annoying, I say fun and friendly," the other boy laughed as he opened the double door fridge, loading it up with endless cans of beer and jars of salsa dip. "Since you say she's like me and you dislike her so much, maybe I'll offer her to room with me instead of you."

"Over my dead body."

It was the usual deadpan delivery so Jisung didn't think much of it, but when he turned to glance at Minho he felt a little breathless under the weight of the menacing glare his friend was directing straight at him. Minho had even stopped stacking the apples in the fruit bowl.

"Or-or she'll just room with you and I'll give you my s-spare mattress?"

Minho's lip quirked upwards. "Good boy."

It was the first time you were visiting Minho in university. It was nearly the end of the first semester of his third year and your first year, exams already over with but most people had yet to disperse for the holidays. The plan was for you to spend a week with Minho at the dorms and then both of you would return home for the festivities. Separately.

Your parents had split up a few years ago which had been painful for everyone. You had truly felt like you had a whole family again and losing that felt like a slap in the face. You and Minho had no other siblings and had got so used to each other that you didn't know what to do with yourselves at first. No more yelling at the door of your shared bathroom when you hogged the shower and Minho had to wash off after dance practice. No more bickering in the kitchen over your stealing each other's snacks. No more sharing the bus to school.

At first there were long, awkward phone calls where you and Minho would just write your homework together, on the phone, neither of you saying much. Sad meetups at your favourite ice cream place became a weekly thing, the two of you huddled in a corner, sharing a sundae and complaining about how boring your lives were now. You and Minho had ended up going to different universities in different towns and your phone calls gradually became more rare, usually you'd call him to complain about boys and he'd explain to you everything you did wrong before cheering you up and telling you that whoever couldn't see past your annoying little habits didn't deserve any of your time. He'd link you videos of his dance covers and competitions and you'd share them proudly on your social media, showing off your big brother.

Except... he wasn't your brother anymore. Minho didn't allow himself to think of that fact because every time a picture of you with some new boyfriend would pop up on his socials, a painful, unexplainable, uncomfortable feeling would twist up his guts. He was just protective of you, he still thought of you as his annoying little sister and didn't want to see you get hurt by some boy, that was all. That was how he explained it to himself.

Only he couldn't stop himself from picturing that it was his hands around your waist instead of those of the guy in the photo with you. And he couldn't explain it either. He couldn't stop dreaming of what it would be like if it was him kissing you, making you smile into the kiss instead. It was those thoughts that made Minho's breath hitch, his eyes squeezing shut as if to clear the images from his mind while the guilt and shame rose up high in his chest, ready to choke him. He shouldn't think of you that way, you were his sister, you grew up with him, it didn't matter that you weren't related by blood or family. It wasn't right, it was shameful, it was... so fucking exciting that Minho had started wearing sweats one size bigger around the house because the amount of boners he sprung unintentionally was getting downright embarrassing.

And now, he had to survive a week with you after not having lived in the same house with you for years. He'd be sharing a room with you again and you'd be in the house with his seven horny, obnoxious guy friends, none of whom had girlfriends. Just kill him now. Jisung just happened to be the target of the day but by now all of them had got their fair share of the infamous grumpy, prickly Minho who stormed and raged when something wouldn't go his way.

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"Morning, dork," Minho greeted you with a lopsided grin, then took it without missing a beat when you jumped right into his arms, dropping your luggage on the floor.

"Hi Y/N!"

You turned to Changbin, Chan and Felix, the resident extroverts, who were peeking from behind Minho's shoulder with big, cheesy smiles.

"Hi guys! It's so weird finally meeting you in person and not just seeing you pop up in Minho's video calls!" You laughed as you got off Minho and gathered up your luggage.

"Oh no, no, I'll get those for ya," Chan took your suitcase and backpack from your hands with one finger each as if they weighed nothing and you couldn't hide the impressed expression on your face.

"Why don't we show you around?" Changbin and Felix ushered you further into the hallway, both oblivious to the daggers being stared into the backs of their heads as you happily followed them to the kitchen. Doing his best to ignore the ugly feeling already bubbling in his chest, Minho trudged down the hallway to Jisung's room to take the promised (blackmailed, really) spare mattress.

Meanwhile Felix and Changbin were showing you all the snacks that had been bought for you and you were in awe of how many of your favourites there were. You happily gushed about childhood memories of eating them at the movies with your parents and Minho.

"I hope it isn't too personal," Felix started, "but when did your dad and Minho's mom split up?"

"Minho and I were still in high school," you looked down, counting the years. "So it must have been about four, no, five years ago now? God, has it really been that long?" You almost couldn't believe it yourself.

"Do you miss your step-mom?"

"Felix, we just met the girl," Changbin elbowed Felix awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. I know we only just met in person but I feel like I've known you guys for years," you smiled at the two. "I do miss her. She's such a lovely woman. She still calls me sometimes."

Felix's gaze shifted nervously from yours to somewhere behind you and you followed it instinctively, finding Minho who had walked in at some point and was looking none too pleased.

"Come on dweeb, I'll show you to my room," he said casually but his eyes never met yours, remaining fixed on Felix.

That felt a little odd, you thought as you followed Minho down the hallway, but your brother was such a grump and so moody that you didn't think much of it, if anything it was same old same old and you couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of him trying to shelter you from guys.

Minho opened the door to his room for you and you followed him inside.

"Wow, still such a poser," you teased, eyeing the posters of dance crews and photos from dance competitions decorating the walls.

"Still such a nerd," Minho fired back without missing a tick.

"You're just jealous because nerds are trendy now and you didn't get a scholarship." It was like you were twelve years old again, only taller and in a university dorm.

"My university only gives them out for the science and engineering majors, little miss "heritage college", Minho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Alright, alright, fair enough."

"So your stuff is over there by the drawers," Minho pointed, "and I got Jisung's air mattress. I'd offer you the bed but I know you hate hard mattresses."

"Thanks, well remembered," you thumbs up-ed. "Have you got spare blankets?"

"Oh, sure, let me just find...," Minho rummaged through the wardrobe, pulling out a spare sheet. "Um, spare blankets... are apparently something I don't have," he concluded awkwardly after pulling out all his spare bedding on the floor which consisted only of sheets.

"That's okay, do any of the boys have any?"

"I know for a fact that they don't because they borrow sheets from me and destroy them all the time," Minho grumbled, "and I've seen Chan use a towel as a blanket more than once."

"We'll just share yours then, that's cool," you shrugged.

"Yeah... Yeah, sure."

Minho hurried out of the room, hit by the sudden realisation that the last time you lived together it was still common for you two to share a bed on family road trips. He tried his hardest not to imagine sharing a bed with you, how soft your skin would be if he reached for you under the covers, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs...

"You coming or what? I'm showing you the bathroom and then I have to leave for practice, come on." His voice sounded more annoyed than he'd intended, and the latter part was an outright lie. He didn't have practice but what he did have was a desperate need to go over to the dorm next door with the keys his friends had left him and jerk off in their bathroom if he had any hope of making it through the evening with you.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," you followed him back into the hallway.

"This is the bathroom you can use, I share with Felix and Hyunjin but Hyunjin barely ever leaves his room and he showers in the middle of the night so you don't need to worry about that."

You looked around the space, finding it cleaner than you'd expect in a house of eight college boys.

"And how do I work the shower?"

"I'll show you, you turn this on first," Minho guided you nearer to the shower with a hand on your shoulder, reaching past you to turn a dial on the boiler, "and then you use this knob to adjust the temperature." He reached further past you to reach it, his whole body caging yours now.

The feeling of your warmth and your faint perfume enveloping him almost made him shiver but he held fast and didn't let it show.

Something about how broad he was registered as a novel feeling in your mind. He wasn't quite like this when you last saw him, but then you hadn't really ever paid that much attention. He was always your big brother, you hadn't really noticed how strong his thighs seemed in his fitted jeans or how his hoodie seemed to stretch over his shoulders more now than you ever recalled. Because why would you notice? Why would you, and why were you noticing now? Were his eyes always so pretty and deep? They really were awfully pretty.

"What?" Minho frowned, still less than a palm's breadth away from you, fingers still clinging to your waist.

"Nothing, I just thought you had something in your hair," you lied instinctively, unsure whether Minho bought it because your eyes had never reached anywhere higher than his own. You were too distracted following the details of his lashes and the way the light reflected in his dark eyes. Something in the air had shifted, both of you knew that but both of you refused to acknowledge it.

Minho quickly withdrew his hand from your waist, mumbling about going to practice now and how he'd be back later, leaving you alone and disconcerted in the bathroom.

You heard the front door open and close before you'd even made it back into the hallway.

"Aren't you and Hyunjin going to practice too?" You asked Felix who had just emerged from the kitchen, seeming confused himself. You knew that Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were part of the same dance crew.

"Practice broke up for the holidays last week, why?"

"Oh, no reason..."

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When Minho returned it was already dark. He followed the sound of laughter to the living room to find you and Felix engaged in some sort of dance routine. Even Hyunjin had crawled out of his room, giggling happily on the couch as he directed you and Felix this way and that.

"No, no, you leg should bend inwards, not like that," Hyunjin pointed.

"How?! That's not humanly possible," you complained, trying to contort your body the way you thought he meant.

"No, silly, the other way," Felix came over to place one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, turning your leg inward and directing your movement. "Yeah, now you're getting it!"

"What are you doing?" Minho's voice cut through the jolly atmosphere and Felix took his hands off you as if he'd been caught stealing.

"Oh good, you're back! We're starving, we were waiting for you so we could order pizza," Changbin said, having just walked in as well. His keen eyes flitted between you and how close Felix was to you, then over to Minho who once again looked as if he wanted to murder someone.

"So pizza! Come on, let's choose and order already," Hyunjin joined in, having clocked the weird silent exchange.

Without a word, Minho headed for the drawer of takeout menus.

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A couple of hours later, all nine of you were strewn about the living room, pizza boxes and drinks littering all surfaces as you were all engrossed in a cheesy horror movie. You had been given the honor of the single armchair while the rest of the boys had arranged themselves on the sofa and the floor, except for Minho who perched right beside you on the armrest of the chair, claiming that it was his chair and he was not going to fully give it up.

It was unbelievably comforting to lean on Minho's sturdy frame, breathing in his familiar scent and burying your face into his hoodie during the more gory scenes. If anything, his running commentary of "for fuck's sake, you're such a baby" only added to the familiarity and comfort of the evening.

When a toilet and drink refill break was in order, Minho paused the movie and the boys rose up to stretch and take turns for the bathroom and kitchen. While Minho was busy refilling your drink in the kitchen, Felix plopped down on the armchair next to you to show you the silly picture of Hyunjin he'd promised you earlier. The others were taking their time and things quickly turned into you and Felix watching videos on his phone, huddled close on the armchair and snickering under your breaths. Felix nudged you when you teased him about showing off his own dance practice clips and you stuck your tongue out at him. Changbin had remained on the couch, scrolling through his phone but was now casting worried glances over at the two of you.

"Oh yeah? What if I caught that little tongue of yours and didn't let you have it back, hmm?" Felix said cutely, leaning over so close that you could count every freckle on his nose. There was a glint beyond just something cute in his gaze.

You weren't entirely clueless, you didn't miss the way his eyes drifted down to your lips for a second even though you hadn't said anything. There was something a little hungry in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the realisation that Felix really was so very cute and he liked you.

"Uuuuh, hyung, can you get me one more beer too, please?" Changbin's voice was loud and tense, addressing Minho who was just about to walk back into the living room.

"Get it yourself, you lazy--"

The sound of the popcorn bowl rattling on the floor startled you and Felix, both of you bolting upright on instinct.

"I have to ask you something real quick, come here," Changbin quickly stood up and dragged Felix by the arm down the hallway. It was unmistakable this time, the sheer possessiveness with which Minho glared in Felix's direction as the lattee disappeared with Changbin into their room.

"Dude, what the fuck? What's the matter with you," Felix yanked his arm from Changbin's grip once the door shut behind them.

"Are you really that stupid? Have you really not noticed that all of today Minho has been two seconds away from ripping you a new one?"

Felix blinked rapidly, not looking exactly like a person in the know.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't act like that around his sister without his permission, man!" Changbin sounded exasperated.

"Like what? I wasn't doing anything, we were just hanging out," Felix tried to explain himself.

"Oh please, you've been drooling all over her all day! You're not fooling me and you're certainly not fooling Minho."

"Yeah, so? They're not related and they're not even technically step-siblings anymore, what's the problem?"

Changbin sighed and shook his head disapprovingly.

"It doesn't work like that, man. They grew up together, she's his younger sister and he's always going to be protective of her. Do us all a favour and give this up before you really fuck things up with Minho. I don't want to have to look for a whole new set of housemates for next year."

"Are we going to talk about what just happened, or...?"

You left the question rhetorically unfinished, looking up at Minho who had repositioned himself on the armrest next to you. He'd been way too obvious to pretend nothing at all had happened.

"He knows I don't like it when he takes my chair."

So that's what he was going with.

"Right. Okay," you muttered.

"What?" Minho nudged you with his thigh which was level with your waist where he was perching.

An idea popped into your head and in that moment it seemed like such a good way to probe what Minho was actually on about.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit peeved because I was having a conversation and we were getting somewhere before you interrupted us."

"Getting where," Minho asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, you know how I've been single for a while again? I was telling Felix about that and he's so cute, honestly I was kind of hoping he might ask me out."

No response followed, only the sound of Minho swallowing thickly as he tried not to react.

"You don't mind, right?" You had him cornered.

It felt like ice lodged in Minho's stomach at your question and he was genuinely drawing a blank.

"Minho?"

"I... I don't know. It's a bit weird, I've never had to think about it. You're my sister, I've never thought of you going out with one of my friends."

"I've been thinking though... We're always going to be close but I'm not your sister anymore, technically."

He finally looked at you and there was a weird expression on your face.

"What? Surprised that I would say that?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "You always make sure you emphasise that fact to your friends on video calls. Is it weird to hear me saying it myself?"

Minho stood up.

"Clearly you want to have some sort of conversation but I can't do this now, the guys are all coming back. Let's just finish the movie first," Minho said without looking at you as he arranged himself on the sofa.

Seungmin, Chan and Hyunjin returned with drinks and joined him and a few minutes later Jeongin, Changbin and Felix emerged from the hallway. Felix glanced at you awkwardly before joining the two on the floor, as far away from both you and Minho as possible.

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Waiting for the movie to finish was like white room torture. You couldn't concentrate on the plot at all and barely noticed when the guys would laugh or shriek at whatever was going on in the haunted house in the movie. When the credits finally rolled you sighed in relief.

Minho went to get spare towels while the boys cleaned up around the living room and bickered about who was going to shower in what order.

"Um, I'll use Hyunjin and Jeongin's bathroom for the week so don't worry about using up the water," Felix said awkwardly as he shuffled past you with arms full of pizza boxes. You nodded and gave him a tense smile in return.

With an uneasy feeling you made your way to Minho's room to unpack some of your things and ask who was going first but you heard the shower in his bathroom already running. You exhaled heavily. At least the conversation was going to be postponed for a little while, you thought as you got clothes and toiletries out of your backpack and suitcase. You laid pyjamas out on the bed as if appraising them. Couldn't you just wear Minho's? Surely he wouldn't mind that, given that he was already acting like some sort of alpha male marking his territory around you. You tucked your pyjamas back into your suitcase just as the shower was turned off in his bathroom.

You didn't want to cross paths with him just yet so you went to the kitchen to get yourself water to keep in the room for the night. As soon as you shut the door, however, you bumped into a hard, warm body. Of course Minho's. Bare from the hips up, towel riding low at his waist. Your stomach dropped and there was no stopping your eyes from roaming all over his muscled torso, the way a few stray droplets still rolled from his neck down to his sculpted chest and you forgot to breathe. When you finally dared to meet Minho's eyes he was waiting patiently, as if he knew what you would do. He handed you a clean towel as he passed you, not bothering to say anything.

You gave up on going to the kitchen entirely and clutched your toothbrush in your hand. You couldn't face going back to the room to get the rest of your toiletries and resigned yourself to borrowing Minho's as you bolted for the bathroom and had one of the fastest showers of your life.

The warm spray did little to quiet your mind but it did calm your breathing and suddenly facing Minho didn't feel so scary. You'd go in, ask to borrow pyjamas and just have a conversation. There wasn't much coherent inner monologue happening in your head and you fixed yourself up as if on autopilot, wrapping the towel above your chest to cover yourself as you left the warm bubble of the bathroom.

Minho was waiting for you, sitting on his bed and had thankfully put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When he saw you he patted the space next to him.

"Can I borrow some PJs before we do that?"

The double meaning of the question didn't occur to you until after you said it but Minho didn't linger on it and just tucked into his dresser drawer to hand you a t-shirt and pair of shorts similar to what he was wearing.

"I think they're all done in the bathrooms, you can go back out," he said quietly.

"I can just change here quickly if you just..." You motioned for Minho to turn around and he obliged, turning off the main light and leaving just the soft warm glow from the small lamp by his bed. He said cross-legged with his hands covering his lap, the only sound in the room that of fabric rustling over your bare skin and Minho had entirely given up on covering up his erection. If you noticed it, then you noticed it and that was going to be just one more conversation that needed to be had.

He felt the mattress dip and jostle slightly as you made your way to sit next to him and he finally turned around. A lump formed in his throat at how cute you looked in his shirt and shorts, and he tried his damndest not to stare at your nipples outlined by the thin fabric. He tried even harder not to think of how much this reminded him of the nights you two had spent with torches under a blanket reading books you were too young for, talking about what houses you wanted to live in and what you would do when you grew up.

"So...," you started hesitantly.

"So."

You chewed your lip. "So things have been weird, huh?"

"You might say that."

"It's not about Felix at all, is it." It wasn't a question from you.

"It's a little about Felix," Minho smiled lopsidedly, one eye crinkling.

"But it could just as easily have been about any of the boys?"

"I don't...," Minho sighed, hand going up to the back of his neck nervously. "I think you're right. Yes, I actually can physically say that," he narrowed his eyes sarcastically when you smirked at him. You breathed a little easier when his usual sarcastic demeanor resurfaced, however slightly.

You gambled and reached out to clasp your fingers around his.

"I missed you just the same as I always do, you know?"

"I know," he said, looking down at your clasped hands. "I just don't know when it started to feel... different." He looked up at you, hoping to whoever would listen that you would catch his meaning and make it easier for him, make it so that he didn't have to spell out exactly how he felt in the agonising detail that he felt it.

"It got harder to see you with other guys, boyfriends or even Felix today. It never used to bother me this much."

"Well it used to bother me," you quipped. "But now I think I kind of like it."

"Like what?"

"I like that you don't like when I'm with other guys," you looked at him square in the eyes. "And..."

He followed your eyes as they traced the lines of his neck to his collarbones exposed by the loose shirt he wore.

"Some of the things I've thought about... I felt so awful," he started carefully, voice dropping to a whisper halfway through from how it shook.

"If I made you take your other hand off your lap, what would happen?" You knew very well what it would reveal, and looked up at Minho as if to challenge him.

You knew. You knew everything. And the only reason you could know this much was if you had felt it yourself too, Minho thought and threw hesitation to the side as he took the hand you were holding off his lap, revealing his erection which was still straining in his shorts.

"What would we do, hypothetically?" Your voice was now a whisper too.

"Maybe something like what we talked about at the tree house that summer."

Minho was referring to the last year you lived together before your parents split up. They were fighting a lot and you and Minho would often end up escaping to the tree house you had built together in middle school. By then Minho had lost his virginity to his first girlfriend and being the horny teens you both were, you'd begged him to tell you what his first time was like, claiming it was so that you'd know what to do to be safe when the time came for you too. Minho had called you crazy but eventually gave in, and it had been surprisingly romantic the way it had happened for him. He'd been gentle and careful but when he'd realised how well he'd been doing and how much his girlfriend had enjoyed it, he'd got more passionate and rough and ended up even getting her to orgasm. You had listened to the story and wondering what this feeling was in your groin as Minho was telling it. A heavy, throbbing sort of feeling as images had flashed in your mind of what it would feel like to have someone do those things to you. Years later you'd realised that you had wanted Minho to be the one doing them to you but you could never tell him, he would never understand.

Except he did, and he'd felt the same way for God knows how long and you had never realised. Society would frown on you and your parents would go insane if they found out and so you desperately hoped you could keep it secret, but that was all going to be a problem for the you of a few hours later to deal with.

Because right now Minho was kissing you.

Soft, eager lips moulding around yours as his hands reached up to cradle your face. His passion poured into his kiss and you could say hand on your heart that you had never been kissed like that by anyone else. Your lips parted helplessly and sparks shot through you at the same time as a shiver swept over your skin at the feel of Minho's tongue tracing your bottom lip for permission. You moaned into his mouth and he did the same, years of repressed feelings and longing seeping out of you and guiding your lips and bodies closer together.

You moved to straddle Minho's lap and hummed high and needy at the feel of his hard cock right against your core through the thin layers of fabric separating you. He sucked your bottom lip between his and bit it lightly, greedy and wanton as he dragged his lips down your jaw to your neck where he lavished the skin with open-mouthed kisses and bites, stoking a feeling inside you just like that at the treehouse. A needy, throbbing tension between your legs that screamed to be alleviated and you instinctively ground your hips down onto his, nestling his cock right against your clit through your shorts. The pressure on your sensitive bud felt divine and you moaned more loudly, prompting Minho to shush you gently.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy, no one can know about this. No one...."

His whispering in your ear had you arching your back, pressing your breasts against his chest and your patience wearing thinner. You quieted yourself by kissing his neck, nibbling lightly on the skin and smiling against it when he sighed. Your fingers reached for the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms for you easily, letting you pull it up and off of him.

"You got really hot, you know?" It sounded stupid but you wanted him to know and the light chuckle vibrating in his chest made you smile as you continued your journey over his skin with your lips, kissing down his chest and dragging your hands over the expanse of smooth, warm skin.

Encouraged, he slipped his hands under your (his) shirt, caressing your back which only made you impatient for him to touch you where you wanted him more. You pressed your body against his and he looked up at you.

"What shall we do first, hmm?"

His voice was so soft as his thumbs rubbed circles around your waist. If it was possible to feel so safe and at the same time like wanting to rip his shirt clean off, that was where you were. Minho smiled at you tugging on his waistband and separated from you just long enough for you to slide his shorts down his legs. He had nothing on underneath because why would he.

You greedily spread your hands, touching as much bare, warm skin as you could while you slid down his body to settle in between his legs. He remained sitting upright, body curling up over you protectively and his hands slid into your hair.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and your pussy throbbed from how hard and heavy he was in your hand. A throaty hum vibrated in his chest and his eyes drifted closed for a moment but he didn't want to miss a second of you doing this to him, so he willed himself to keep them open. He was planning to take it easy, it was already difficult enough to silence the rational part of his brain but when your lips wrapped around his tip it all flew out the window.

"God..." he moaned as his head tipped back loosely and his grip tightened on your hair. You felt so greedy, you quickly swallowed down as much of his shaft as you could fit and a hungry little groan rumbled in your throat.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy. No one can know about this," you threw his own words back at him after you popped off him with a slurp, then promptly teased the tip of your tongue into the slit at the head of his cock. Minho had no comeback, he could only clench his jaw to quiet himself as he clung to the thought of not thrusting right into your throat. He couldn't resist pressing your head lower onto him though, and you took more of his cock in surprise.

You wanted to please him. You wanted to please your big brother and it didn't matter what the combination of those words sounded like at that moment. It only mattered how beautiful Minho's moan sounded when you slacked your jaw and swallowed around his crown, the weight of him pressing down on your tongue, your hand stroking him in turn.

"Wait, wait!" He was hastily pulling you up, gently tugging on your hair until you could look at him. "I don't even want to think about how you got so good at this but I want a turn now."

Something constricted in his chest when you licked your lips and smiled at him, mouth still barely an inch from his cock. He was in so much trouble. This went way beyond just thinking you were pretty. Your eyes made him want to make you shut them in pleasure, your smile made him him want to see it morph into a sigh as he filled you. You let him guide you up and then lay you back down on his bed on your back.

Your (his) shorts were sliding down your legs so easily as if he'd done this to you before. And he had, in his mind at least, only now he was getting to do it for real, to feel goosebumps rising over your skin as he took your underwear off with the shorts too and you were spread bare in front of him. There was so much flutter in your chest when you felt his fingers ghosting at the soft insides of your thighs that it made you think whether part of it was shame.

"Do you think maybe we shouldn't...."

The words died in your mouth when Minho's fingers reached your center and you felt just how effortless the glide was over your folds.

"Fuck, if you're backing out you have to tell me now, I can't take knowing what you feel like and not tasting it," he said tensely, keeping himself still in case you really wanted to back out.

You couldn't take it either, couldn't take having just a hint of what it would feel like to have him like that, and you pulled at his wrist, bringing his fingers back in contact with your pussy.

"Oh god, you're fucking precious, aren't you?"

You couldn't tell whether it was a tease but it didn't matter, not when Minho loomed over you, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you as his fingers stroked you slowly. Feeling how eager you were and how his digits slipped and slid so easily over your folds had his brain on autopilot and he was soon diving in to taste you, tongue fast and broad to capture as much of your essence as he could reach. He pressed his tongue against your clit in wide, slow strokes as his fingertips teased at your entrance and you whined quietly, terrified of anyone else hearing what you were doing with your step-brother.

He kept a steady pace but you could tell it wasn't easy for him, at times his tongue curling over your clit and a deep groan vibrating in his throat. It felt so good that despite your nervousness you were steadily getting worked up and the pricks of heat came sharp in your belly, leaving you gasping for breath. Your hands gripped at anything you could reach - the covers, your own thighs, your breasts. Minho noticed and without stopping, he dragged your hand to his hair. You pushed his head down further on instinct, grinding your hips against his face.

Easing a finger into you, he stroked your soft insides and crooked it in a way that made you clench onto it and suck in a breath.

"God, Minho, it feels so good, fuck..."

His dark eyes drank in your face twisted in pleasure and the pained way the words made it out of you and he dove back in, closing his eyes as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He looked so fucking good like that between your legs that you sunk your teeth into your lip to try and stop the carnal moans threatening to spill.

"Tell me if you're close, I'll make it good," he murmured against your folds and you whined.

"I'm close now, oh fuck... It's so good like that, just like that!"

He obliged, only quickening his finger inside you slightly and adding a second, playing with your sensitive spot so teasingly as he continued stroking your clit with his tongue.

"Mmm, mmm.... Can you suck my clit please?" You didn't know what came over you but you were feeling so well taken care of, you felt like there was no way a sweet request like that would go unanswered.

Minho stopped lapping at your clit and looked up at you, a small grin gracing his features before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just like you'd asked him.

A hot wave undulated somewhere from inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. You were panting now, barely able to get enough air into your lungs. You were so close and so acutely focused on the sensations from Minho's fingers inside you and his lips on your clit that you could think of nothing else.

Thrusting his fingers harder inside you, Minho looked up at you once more.

"Relax and just cum on my fingers, come on." It was a quiet, almost whispered command and he looked so unbelievably hot in that moment, when he closed his lips around your clit again you only lasted another few seconds before your walls were clamping down on his fingers. Your throat was locked up, too afraid to make noise, but your face was twisted in a silent scream as the orgasm surged through you. Minho kept his fingers buried inside you for you to have something to clench on, and because he loved feeling your dripping pussy pulse around them, getting to feel your orgasm directly. Your whole body wracked in a convulsion from the force of it and Minho raised himself up to lay beside you, hands reassuringly stroking over your skin while you calmed down and caught your breath.

When you could finally open your eyes properly, you found him gazing at you, dark eyes still hungry even as his fingers tamely stroked your jaw.

"It's never felt this good before, how the hell did you do that?" Your voice sounded raw and small.

"Maybe because I've imagined it so many times," Minho's smile was wry and crooked.

"Oh yeah? What else did you imagine?" You teased as much as your fucked out state allowed.

Minho chuckled lightly, tucking his head into your shoulder before raising it up so his lips were at the shell of your ear.

"So many things. Like how it would feel to have you on top of me, riding me..." His whisper thrummed inside you like the lick of hot metal. "How warm and wet you'd feel around my cock, how I could watch myself disappearing inside you as I spank that cute ass of yours from behind..."

His cock was hard and warm, precum dribbled out of his tip onto your thigh, and you moaned from the sensation of it and the filthy words he was caressing you with. You didn't feel spent anymore, all you wanted was to feel full of him, to finally know what it felt like.

"I want to feel that too. Please, fuck me..." You reached down to stroked his cock and heard him hiss before he bit your earlobe lightly.

"How do you want me, precious?"

God, the nickname made this feel even filthier. It used to be a word meant to tease you and now it had taken on a whole new meaning.

"I want what you just said. Please!"

He took your hand and guided you to sit up and turn around on all fours, fitting himself between your spread thighs behind you and reaching down to stroke your pussy again.

"You're fucking dripping for me," he remarked as he teased along your wet slit, dipping a digit in just for a second and spreading the wetness over your clit before stroking it with the pads of his fingers.

You moaned low and desperate, still sensitive from your orgasm but your hips pushed back chasing his touch regardless.

"Fuck, you don't know how good you look right now. Spread open like that for me and so wet..."

You never thought you'd ever hear such words from Minho but now that you were hearing them, you wanted only for him not to stop.

"You gonna fuck yourself on my fingers? So needy, always such a little princess, have to have whatever you want, don't you?"

He was teasing but obliging you at the same time, fingers poised at your entrance and when you pushed back you felt them sink into you deep.

"Please, oh my god, please fuck me now, I need your cock, please!"

You never thought you'd be one to beg either, but few things were turning out to be as you expected from this visit, that was for sure.

Your felt Minho remove his fingers from you and something blunt replacing the pressure at your entrance.

"Alright, stay still now."

You tried your best to do as he said, stilling your writhing his and planting your hands in front of you.

You felt the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance and popping in, but he retreated as soon as it had entered you.

A low, animalistic sound left you and you arched your back more deeply but held still for Minho. You were rewarded with the return of his tip into you and he teased it in and out of you a few times, stretching your entrance out gently and driving you out of your mind. You felt him bend over you and ghost kisses over your shoulders as his face came up to the side of your ear.

"Fuck yourself onto my cock now, come on." The whispered command made your eyes roll back as you moved your hips into him, finally taking his length in beyond the tip and nestling him fully inside you. When his hips hit your ass you both groaned, hands tightening on each other in some feeble attempt to keep things slow and not too loud.

It was unnerving how easily your bodies fell into a rhythm, Minho thrusting deeply into you and you meeting him halfway. As if you'd both imagined this very scenario and played around with how it would go down.

Tracing a hand down your back, Minho watched your silky folds swallow him up over and over as he bottomed out inside you. Both of you were holding down your moans but the slick sound of his cock working its way inside you was almost just as loud.

"Can you hear how fucking wet you are? You feel so good around me, so warm and snug I could just fill you up. Would you like that, huh?" The rasp in his voice drove you crazy and you fucked yourself onto his dick harder, keening high in your throat.

"I would love it, I would love it if you fucked me full of you..." It came out quiet and shy but Minho could feel every bit of desperation that your voice couldn't convey. Your fists clenched so tight into the covers, the deep arch to your back, the way your cunt would tighten up more on him with every deep thrust and dirty word from him.

He reached around to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts, keeling it slow and deep as he had until now and your mouth dropped open, nothing coming out. The feeling of his heavy cock dragging over your sensitised walls was hard enough to bear but his fingers on your clit made you feel like you were losing your mind. You couldn't think, breathing seemed to take so much effort and his cock inside you was almost not enough. You jerked and ground your hips desperately, taking in all of his length and swiveling your hips when he was balls-deep inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Minho! Please don't stop, just fuck me, fill me up, I want to feel it, please!"

The words kept coming out of you and you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you only wanted to feel Minho reach his high inside of you and the way his hand clenched hard onto your hips gave you a deep sense of relief.

His fingers stroked faster over your clit and he rocked into you hard, jostling your whole frame with the force of his thrusts. Somewhere in the midst of it the pressure inside you snapped, your walls fluttering around Minho's length as it worked and pressed into your tender spots and your clit throbbed under his fingers. A raw cry ripped from you as you came hard on his cock, your cunt clenching and holding him impossibly snug to where his thrusts became laboured.

Shaken, short breaths from behind you told you that Minho was at his limit and he ground his hips into you, trying to wring out the last bit of friction he needed without overstimulating you but you didn't care, you rocked back onto him yourself. He withdrew to the tip and slammed back into you once, twice, then groaned and grabbed your hips painfullly tight. His cock pulsed inside you, feeling so thick and hard all of a sudden and a warm gush of cum spurted inside you. Then another, and another as Minho rocked into you, emptying himself inside you just like you'd begged him to. One hand left the bruising grip on your hip to trail over your spine and around, grabbing your breast then pressing your chest up to bring your body up off your hands and flush with his front.

Heavy breaths expanded his sculpted chest and he kissed up your shoulder as he worked through his own orgasm, his hips twitching until his cock finally stopped throbbing inside of you. It was too hard to hold yourself up and you fell forward onto your hands again but your elbows buckled and you found yourself with your cheek pushed against the bed, hips still held in Minho's hands. He guided you to drop them and you laid down flat, his heavy frame following on top and covering yours with him still inside you.

"I could stay inside you all night," he murmured into your back, resting his head on you.

"I want you to, but you're a little heavy," you chuckled.

"Sorry," Minho said dramatically and moved back slightly, your bodies now parallel to each other with him spooning you from behind.

"Oh..."

With his cock softening inside you you felt his cum start to drip out of your well-fucked hole.

"Don't move, I got it," Minho said as he raised himself up on one arm and reached for some wipes in his bedside table. He helped clean you and himself up then settled back in place behind you. You listened to his now even breaths and felt safer than you ever had, right there in his arms. Not everything was peaceful in your mind though.

"Minho?"

"Hmm?"

"What now?"

He guided you to roll over and face him, taking your leg to wrap around his hip.

"Now we hope nobody heard us, I guess."

You stroked his hair, focusing on his glistening eyes in the grey-blue darkness.

"I'm going to have to pretend that I don't want to kiss you every time I look at you?"

Minho nodded slightly.

"And I can't have you sitting on my lap when we watch movies with our friends because all I'm gonna want is to wrap my arms around you and kiss you back."

You smirked. "Sap."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm also gonna want you dripping and screaming for me as I have you riding me, but I was trying to be romantic."

Saying that, you felt his cock stir from where it laid close to your pussy and the hardening length brushed up against your folds of its own accord.

"We can do like you wanted and have you inside me all night," you suggested teasingly.

"You really think you can sleep with my cock buried inside you and not move?"

"We can just try," you laughed airily. Minho leaned in, kissing your lips and guiding your hips closer, holding your leg to spread you apart as he slid his cock back into you.

"Oh my god, Minho..." You gasped, hips grinding involuntarily at the feel of him filling you up again.

"I know, I know," he shushed you, holding you still. "Just close your eyes and try to sleep."

He tucked your head into his chest and rested his chin on top. You closed your eyes and focused on the rest of his warmth enveloping you, the steady thrum of his heart and the light fan of his breath in your hair. You felt full but the tiredness took the raw edge away from that and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Minho moving and the sheets rustling around you as he separated from you and rose from the bed. It was still dark and you were too tired to check the time. You heard the bathroom door shut, then a minute later Minho walked back in and leaned down to kiss your lips before settling back into bed with you.

You were tired but too awake not to feel how wet you were from having his cock inside you earlier and you scooted over to him, hand trailing over his chest as you kissed his neck.

"You awake?" He asked, voice heavy from sleep and his hand joining yours over his chest.

"Mm kinda. Want you...." You croaked out, lips trailing over hot skin and settling at his nipple. He chuckled lightly and reached between your legs, stroking a finger between your folds and finding you soaked.

"Come here," he whispered and dragged you to lay on top of him, legs spread around his hips. He teased your hole with his fingers then rubbed your juices over his quickly hardening cock.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded against his chest and he guided his cock into you, both of you sighing at the feeling of being joined again. You couldn't lie, it did sting from how he'd fucked you earlier but it felt even better somehow and you wantonly ground onto his length, burying him deep inside you. He dragged you over his cock and your nipples rubbed against his skin, stiffening into peaks. He raised you up slightly so your breasts were in front of his face and sat up, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck.

You hummed in pleasure and sat up more, riding him now as you tugged on his hair, keeping his mouth on your breast as he sat up as well. His hand snuck between your bodies to thumb at your clit and your breathing got harsher. The friction from his cock was overwhelming, your raw walls already fluttering when you dropped harder onto him.

"Fuck, Minho, it hurts a little but it's good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that."

"Yeah? You sure? You don't want me stop?" He popped off your nipple then took the other to suck and drag his tongue over.

"Yes, please, it feels so good," you were begging again and Minho was starting to think he was acquiring a begging kink now because hearing you like that made his cock stiffen even more inside you.

"You look so good on top of me, come on, cum for me," he egged you on with harsh thrusts from under you, fingers still playing your clit smoothly. Your thighs ached but you could feel the crest of your orgasm flowing down already, ready to put you under and you kept fucking yourself down onto his length. He reached so deep inside you like this and the tinge of pain only heightened how good it felt. You wrapped your arms around him and dropped one last time onto his cock, walls squeezing him tight as you came on top of him.

Minho was covering your neck in kisses as you fell apart in his arms, gasping from the delicious pressure of your cunt around his dick. He reversed your positions and laid you down as he stayed inside you, leaning over you to kiss you hard.

"Think you can take a little more?" He asked, not moving until you'd said it was okay.

"Yeah, a little," you smiled at him, so fucked out and voice still heavy from sleep although you'd been moaning into his ear while you rode him.

"You feel so fucking good, I'm the luckiest bastard in the world," he kept kissing you between words as he thrust into you, pressing you down into the mattress with his hands under your thighs. You clung to him for dear life, the overstimulation setting in and making you want to scream so you bit into his shoulder. It kept you quiet but made him louder, especially once his sexed-up brain clocked what you were trying to do.

He pounded into you harder, his cock mercilessly pressing into your overused cunt and brushing against your cervix. Something else rose up in you and through the haze you realised you were about to squirt all over him.

"We're gonna need to change the sheets after this," you warned.

"Why? Oh...," it took him a second. "I don't care, that'd be fucking hot to see you cum all over me. Come on, drench me."

Your inhibitions lowered, you relaxed and let yourself focus on every bit of pressure his harsh thrusts brought and after a few more you gushed and sprayed cum all over his lower body.

"Fuck..."

The pressure forced his cock out but he quickly manhandled you and filled you up again, pounding into you without holding anything back. The wet, squelching noise your pussy made was obscene but it was in part what pushed him over the edge and he railed into you, milking himself into you and emptying his cum into you sloppily. Some of it gushed out but you liked that, reveled in the obscenity of being filled twice in one night and having covered Minho in your cum yourself.

You willed yourselves to change the bedding and collapsed into it after hastily using up more wipes. You didn't wake up again until morning.

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When you awoke again, it was from the sound of the shower in Minho's bathroom. It turned off shortly and Minho walked in with a towel around his waist. It felt like deja vu, you having seen him like that less than 12 hours ago. But the expression he wore was entirely different. Where it had been dark and cloudy before, now a wide smile was gracing his handsome features.

"Morning, dummy."

"What time is it?

"About noon. Everyone else has gone out apparently. I'll start breakfast while you shower." He put on some shorts and a hoodie and left you to sort yourself out.

Once you'd showered and dressed you made your way to the kitchen to the sight of Minho attempting to salvage somewhat charred eggs and toast.

"You still can't even make eggs?"

"Shut up, at least I'm trying. Hyunjin doesn't even do that, he orders in all the time." Minho frowned, instantly slipping back into your usual bickery dynamic.

You took half of what he'd made, giving him a cheesy smile and watching his grumpy expression lighten up again. He hated that. He was so fucking in love with you.

You chatted through breakfast, Minho listing what all his housemates were doing and guessing that none of them had heard you two from the lack of texts from anyone about it.

"So, what do you want to do today," Minho asked as he was clearing the dishes.

"I was thinking we could go to your practice studio? Felix invited me yesterday and I'd still like to go."

Minho froze in place.

"You... You want to go with Felix?"

Oh that's right. Minho's unbelievable lack of perspective when it came to other guys liking you. This could be fun.

"Yeah, he promised to teach me some choreo. That a problem?"

"You know I'm the main dancer in the crew, right?" Minho narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh? I thought Felix was, the way he moves is so..."

You found yourself face to face with Minho before you'd even finished the sentence.

"I don't give a shit. If you want to go, then go. I'm not."

You pouted.

"Oh come on, oppa. Don't be like that. Please?"

Your tone at the last word was identical to how you'd begged him to fuck you harder last night and the next moment he was kissing you hard, pressing you against the island in the kitchen.

"What do you want me to be like, then?" He asked in between kisses. "Do you want me show you what you'll be missing hanging out with Felix?"

"Can't even imagine," you teased even as his lips under your ear made you breathless.

"I'll show you then," Minho growled, turning you around and making you brace yourself against the counter. He tugged your sweatpants down with force, your underwear going with it and his other hand roamed under your shirt, greedily tracing your skin until he reached your breasts. He cupped your core, then tapped against your clit. The sudden motion had you jerking back against him but his body was caging you between himself and the counter and you only succeeded in grinding your bare ass against his erection.

He pulled his own shorts down, taking out his cock and guiding it between your folds because of course you were still wet from the night before, he'd more than made sure of that.

"Scream all you like now, no one else is here," he rasped in your ear as he gave you a rough thrust and you felt the air being driven out of your lungs.

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Not five minutes after you'd cum screaming Minho's name and gone to change your clothes did Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung walk in, joking loudly and sorting out take out.

You looked at Minho who was scrolling through his phone on his bed while waiting for you to change. He looked up at you at the same time and you both exchanged a grin.

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The rest of your visit was a never-ending stream of you and Minho fucking every night and every chance you got during the day when the others went out. Both of you getting off on the imposed secrecy of your relationship, you nearly got walked in on when you cut it too close fucking in the living room while Changbin was in the shower. Minho spilled inside you at the same time as the door of Changbin's bathroom opened and his footsteps thudded down the hallway.

After that you kept to Minho's bedroom, prompting the guys to tease you about being antisocial and never coming out to hang out. You were quick to say that you'd brought your Switch and you were too busy kicking Minho's ass, like old times. Minho would of course object, calling you a liar and pointing out that it was in fact he who had taught you the games.

The night before you had to leave neither of you slept at all. You were glued to each other, talking, cuddling and fucking desperately all night because you knew that after tonight it would be months before you'd see each other again. You couldn't easily explain a week's absence to your parents and justify not going to see them and see your own friends in your respective towns.

In the morning you left early, Minho coming to the station with you. Nervous but reassured that no one you knew was around, you kissed passionately in the deserted waiting room right up until you had to board your train. That night, Minho called you and you talked late into the night, falling asleep with each other on the call.

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Minho started his final semester and the days blended into one, with courses, practice and calls with you forming his routine. He was in the midst of studying the final choreography submission when things got on top of him. Nothing he tried felt good enough, and you could feel the stress from him when you talked, his calls getting shorter and him being more irritable.

It was late afternoon and he had been in the practice room since six a.m, feeling beyond exhausted when he final decided no good could come from pushing himself any further and he was risking injury. Head down and staring at his trainers, he punched in the code for the front door of his building and zoned out in the elevator. When he got off on his floor, he found you sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, next to your suitcase.

"Hey," you greeted.

Minho blinked at your blankly.

"Y/N? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't wait until spring break, I had to see you," your voice was soft as you got up from the floor.

Minho said nothing, only stepped towards you and kissed you feverishly, holding you close and backing you towards the door. His lips felt like rain after blistering heat and you opened up for him, tongues caressing each other and you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you," Minho blurted out mid-kiss. You'd said it to each other countless times as kids, but this meant something different. You cradled his face in your hands, his hair damp from sweat, and you looked into his tired eyes.

"I know. I love you too. Can I come in already?"

Minho fished his keys out and ushered both of you in.

"I'm really in need of a shower. No one else is in, come with me," he said as he was already unzipping your jacket and pulling your sweater over your head. You kissed him again as you both kicked your shoes off.

"I need one too, not a bad idea."

You pulled Minho's shirt off as he backed you towards the bathroom, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes littering the hallway. Minho turned on the shower and barely parting from each other, you both stepped under the warm spray. He kissed down your chest, lavishing attention on your breasts while you dragged your hands down his abs, teasing your fingers down the lines of his hips to his stirring cock.

"I missed you so much," you whined when his fingers caressed between your legs, petting your folds with a sort of tenderness he rarely showed.

"Me too, I can't wait this long again," he said as he took one of your legs, raising it to his hip as he brought you closer and found home inside your heat.

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Changbin didn't know what to make of the clothes strewn about the hallway and the shower in Minho's bathroom running. Not until he spotted your suitcase dumped in the corner and recognised the key chain decorating it that Minho had given you last time you were here when presents were exchanged. A suspicious feeling twisted in Changbin's gut and he knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but his room was in the same hallway as Minho's bathroom and he couldn't help quietly making his way to the door and listening for a moment.

"I missed you so much"

"Me too, I can't wait this long again"

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