cleoooelizabeth

[cleoooelizabeth]

Hyunjin (SKZ) x Female Reader (Y/N)

Y/N is moving to South Korea and she is extremely nervous, until she bumps into Hyunjin…

Warnings: fluff, flirting, angst, racism (Hyunjin coming to your rescue, not that you need it). Also, I don’t know Korean so they will all speak English, just use your imagination lmao.

Chapter 1

Y/N steps off the plane at Incheon International Airport, Y/N breathes in the air as she truly begins to come to terms with the fact that she will be starting a new life, in a new country, and she doesn’t know anyone.

There’s no point in panicking yet, she muses, she hadn’t even left the airport yet. Y/N takes her time through the airport, knowing that her luggage would still be there even if she didn’t shove her way through the crowd like the rest of the seemingly distressed travelers.

Once Y/N arrived at the baggage claim, her pastel pink suitcase was still on the conveyor belt, as she predicted. Most of the crowd had cleared so she had no issues removing it from the belt. Y/N got her suitcase and her hand luggage situated comfortably before she turned to leave the airport. 

“OW!” Y/N exclaims as she walks face first into a solid wall-like object. She rubs her nose as she looks up at the intrusion, locking eyes with one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen. Pulling her gaze away, she looks down at the smudge of foundation she knew would be on his brilliantly white shirt. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, let me pay for the dry cleaning or something. How much was the shirt?” She rambles.

“It’s Chanel. I don’t know if you’d be able to afford it. But don’t worry, I have more anyway.” He states.

“Cocky, aren’t we?” Y/N raises her eyebrow, her neck straining to see his face, which allows her to realize that they were still standing very close to each other. She hadn’t been able to back away after walking into him as the conveyor belt was behind her legs.

He smirks when he notices how nervous she is. “I’m Hyunjin, what’s your name?”

“Uh, Y/N.” It comes out almost as a whisper, he makes her breathless.

“Pretty name, for a pretty girl.” He compliments her, the smirk still pulling at his full lips.

“I better get going, I still need to pick up my keys. I’m moving into my new flat, in Hongdae, today.” Y/N says, her excitement obvious.

“Ok, but do you have any clue where you’re going?” Hyunjin asks, moving back a little.

“Not really, no. I was going to just book a taxi, I have the address.” Y/N states, pulling up the notes app on her phone and showing it to Hyunjin so he can save it in his GPS.

“Well I have a perfectly functional car and plenty of spare time if you’d like me to take you. Don’t want you wandering the streets of Seoul.”

“Ok, yeah. I mean, we just met… but I’m tired and you’re pretty. So yes, onward!” She exclaims, he laughs with her, admiring her waist length braids swaying with her hips as she walks ahead of him.

She stops suddenly, pivoting to face him again. “I just realised; I have no clue where your car is. After you, pretty boy.” She giggles. Hyunjin finds her even more adorable now, he didn’t think that was possible.

Once they reach the car, Hyunjin takes her luggage, putting it in the boot of the car with his own bag. He watches as she slips into the passenger seat, her knees bouncing as she waits patiently for him to get into the driver’s seat.

Hyunjin can feel her eyes on him as he starts the car, he places his hand on her head rest as he looks behind to reverse. He looks down and notices her breathing pick up slightly.

“You good? You look a little nervous.” He smirks, once again.

“I’m fine.” She clears her throat and faces the windscreen, hands clasped together in her lap.

‘He’s getting a kick out of this.’ Y/N thinks to herself.

“Ok well, can you put that address into the GPS app so I know where I’m driving.” He says as he unlocks his phone and passes it to her.

He focuses on the road as she types. “There.” Y/N declares as she places his phone into the holder on the dashboard. She then relaxes into the seat, however, her nerves are still obvious as her knee continues to bounce.

“You can relax, you know. I don’t bite.” He winks, suggestively.

Now all she can think about is him sinking his teeth into that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. Her thighs squeezing together at the thought.

“How long will it take to drive there?” Y/N questions, a feeble attempt at distracting herself from this ethereal man.

“About an hour, with this traffic.” He answers without taking his eyes off the road.

His head twitches to the side when he hears your stomach rumbling.

“Sorry, I’m hungrier than I thought I was.” You say, with your hands covering your face in embarrassment.

“Ok, why don’t we stop along the way. I can take you to the best places so you can have the best first authentic Korean food experience, if you’d like.” He suggests.

“I’d actually like that a lot.” Y/N mutters with a shy smile.

After an hour or so, Hyunjin had parked the car next to a building that looked like no one had been there in years.

“Where the hell are we?” Y/N questions. 

“Here is where you will taste the best tteokbokki of your life.” Hyunjin replies, his face entirely sincere.

“Why are you doing this?” She questions him. “You’re being so kind to me, someone you just met.”

She watches his face as he thinks. 

“I know I don’t have to do this, but I liked your vibe from the moment I met you, so here we are.” He states. “Now come on.” He takes her hand and pulls her into the restaurant.

They sit opposite each other at a table close to the entrance.

“Yu-gi-yo!” Hyungin raises his voice slightly to get the waiter’s attention.

The waitress quickly walks over after hearing Hyunjin call them over.

“What can I get for you?” The waitress asks, sickly sweet.

It’s very obvious that she is attracted to him, I mean, who wouldn’t be? She notices, however, that his attention hasn’t left the woman he came in with.

“2 orders of tteokbokki, please.” He informs the waitress, his eyes still on Y/N.

The waitress exhales dramatically, walking away to place our order, once she realizes that he is entirely uninterested.

Y/N sits for a moment, feeling a little awkward. “You’re staring.”

“I prefer the term, observing.” He corrects her.

“Call it whatever you want, I just wanna know why you’re doing it.” Y/N huffs.

Hyunjin continues to stare at Y/N, entirely disinterested in her developing discomfort, but aware of her building arousal.

Fortunately, the food arrives before he could make the situation anymore tense.

“Go ahead, taste it…” He encourages her.

Y/N hesitantly takes a bite of a soft looking rice cake. Once in her mouth, her eyes nearly roll back into her skull, the flavour overwhelming her taste buds.

“You like it?” He asks, his facial expression hopeful.

“It’s delicious.” Y/N responds, her mouth still half full of tteokbokki.

“Of course, it’s a classic.” Hyunjin states as he shovels in a mouthful of his own.       

 

                

“My god, I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in my life!”

“So, you liked it then?” Hyunjin inquires.

“You knew I’d like it, who couldn’t? It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted!” Y/N replies with enthusiasm.

“Ok, well, if you liked that, I’m sure you can trust my opinion from now on, right?” He asks.

“I believe so, yes.” She replies.

“Then, follow me.”

And she does.

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz stay #skz #stray kids #bang chan #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #lee minho #changbin #lee felix

[cleoooelizabeth]

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝟎𝟎𝟑 : 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 ⌗

𝐜𝐰🏷️ : spitting kink, slight choking kink, messy making out, mentions of blowjob and handjob, gagging, masturbation, cum play

“You want me to what?”

Minho’s voice carried a mixture of disbelief and confusion as he blank at you, face perfectly reflecting the shock he was going through.

“You heard me,” you sighed, tugging on his thighs with your sweaty palms, pleading with your eyes, “just do it, please.”

Were you serious?

You wanted him to … spit in your mouth … for real? How? And more importantly, why?

“Y/n, I can’t—”

“Babe—”

“Don’t babe me,” he leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead, “I can’t do it, that’s nasty.”

“But I want you too.” you pouted, holding on his hands with a demanding manner as you kissed his exposed inner thighs before making your way up to his clothe free crotch.

It was something past midnight and Minho had made the mistake of starting a heated make out session before bed.

Naturally, it resulted with him growing hard beneath his sweatpants and since he didn’t want to end his night with blueballs, he made the second mistake of asking for your help instead of taking care of his problem on his own.

Now there you were, sitting half-naked on the floor, in between his legs as your crop top rested right next to you on the carpet. And you were pouting, while threatening to not finish him off if he refused to spit in your mouth.

You were pouting, unbelievable.

Threatening about not giving him the full experience after toying with his throbbing girth for a good ten minutes in your mouth was so lame by the way, he expected better of you.

Ah, you were really ruthless, he taught you well.

Though he disliked to admit, the circumstances pushed him into negotiating with you. He was in need of assistance, and you were the only one who could provide it.

But spitting? Was that really what you were demanding?

Since when were you even into it anyway?

Last time he checked you were his pretty pillow princess, who loved to be adored, to be praised and worshipped — which was literally a few nights ago, what changed since then for you to beg for such degrading treatment?

“I promise it is not nasty,” you spoke again, giving a kitten lick to his angry head — fuck, he loved when you did that, “think of this as kissing, in a different font.”

“Kissing is a stretch, y/n.” he hissed, bucking his hips under your touch. It took everything in him to not just hold your head still and slam himself again and again inside your mouth right now, and you weren’t exactly helping him with the way you gazed at him behind your lidded eyes.

“Why are you so against it?” you finally whined, letting him slip out of your mouth, “You alway spit on my hole before putting it in, what difference does it make when it’s my mouth?”

Minho cackled, you couldn’t be serious comparing what he did to this. They were two different things, for one, spitting on your cunt before he inserted himself in was hot, and useful, but what you asked for, not so much.

“They’re two very different things—”

“No they’re not and you’re just making up excuses.”

Now you were sulking. Unwrapping the hand you had around his long shaft, you were getting ready to get up and leave until Minho managed to stop you by pulling you back down from your elbows. Oh my god, did you really want it that badly, enough to leave him like this?

Guess one of you had to compromise and judging from the look in your eyes, it was obvious that it wasn’t gonna be you.

“Do you seriously want it?” he asked, eyebrows rising up as the grasp he had on your arms remained intact, “You really want me to spit in your mouth?”

Him and the way he pronounced his words. Ugh, his tone, it made you crazy, it was so aggravating and for what?

“Not if you’re gonna look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you find me disgusting.”

Minho sighed. You were offended, obviously, and now he was feeling like a total asshole, how great.

“Babe, no,” he whispered, cupping your face as he pulled you closer to give you a peck on the lips, “I would never think that of you,” he cooed, caressing your cheeks with his thumb, “don’t you know that I adore every inch of you? How could I ever think such a thing?”

“But you—”

“I will do it,” he cut your words, tilting his head to steal another kiss from your dry lips, “I wanna do it for you, I’m sorry for being an ass, yeah?”

You nodded, giving him a reassuring hum. He smiled and reached for your lips again, this time for a real kiss that he got to use his tongue freely. As he poked it inside your mouth sneakily, you wrapped your hands back around his aching hardness, and began to stroke him up from the top to the bottom.

He gave you an immediate reaction, a deep grunt, as he bit your lower lip and trailed his hands from your soft cheeks to your beautiful neck. He circled his hands around it and pressed on the sides, making breathing only a bit harder for you.

And as the kiss grew more fervent and messy, your pace around his dick became sloppy, clumsy even, since you were too drunk with his lips to pay any attention to somewhere else.

Which wasn’t the case for him. He was aware of everything — every small whine you let into his mouth, every pause of your pretty hands, every brush of your tongue against his, all of it.

He was waiting for the right moment to come so that he could grant your wish, and for that, his perceptions were fully open, to not screw up the one thing you’ve asked from him even further.

To be honest though, he was feeling quite nervous. I mean, it wasn’t often that you’ve asked to try new things and well, he was anxious about ruining it for you.

He hasn’t tried this before — hell, he hasn’t even thought of this before. What if it’d end up feeling super awkward for the both of you, just because he messed up the timing?

Relax, Minho, relax.

Feeling his hesitations from the way his lips moved on yours, you’ve decided to help him clear up worries. After all, a good head could do wonders on his overthinking and you of all people, knew it the best.

Pulling from the kiss, you pressed on his abs with both hands to lean him back on the couch. “Let me take care of you first.” you whispered with a grin, giving him a long teasing lick from his balls to his slit.

The way you could send his brain up to clouds with little to no effort was impressive at the least, you were only swirling your tongue around his thick head and he was already close.

Knowing how much you loved it whenever he pulled your hair, Minho moved his hands from your cheeks to tug on your messy roots. He fisted your wispy strands into a morphed ponytail, and pressed you down on his lengthy shaft.

You were gagging, good, you deserved a little struggle after all the threats you’ve made.

But something about you tonight was different.

You didn’t seem like you were struggling at all, in fact, you seemed to enjoy it with your lips puckered around him tightly. Tears were running down your cheeks as thin strings yet your eyes, your glossy eyes, they were far away from looking uncomfortable.

They were glistening, you were loving the pain.

And so did Minho, he too loved this newly evoked side of you. Maybe you weren’t his fragile princess anymore and maybe, that spitting thing you insisted on wasn’t such a bad idea.

As you bobbed your head up and down, sucking his tip like your favorite candy, he could feel his skin burn under the effect of your strong eye contact.

He wanted to move but he couldn’t, he wanted to thrust but instead, he was stoned. It took only a few strokes of your tongue and there it was, that familiar knot in his stomach, it was back. He waited as a wave of warm shivers washed him over, leaving him cursing and spurting his seeds right into your mouth.

And oh, you were smiling, so beautifully at that.

Right timing, he thought to himself, this was the right timing he was waiting for.

So without allowing himself to overthink, he used the grip he had around your hair and parted you away from his throbbing dick. He wrapped a hand around your neck to pull you closer to himself as he leaned down, and pressed his lips on yours.

He could taste himself on your tongue as you clumsily tried to kiss him back, which was oddly hot by the way, but he choose to not think of it any further. Some things just couldn’t be explained with logic, and this was one of those things for sure.

Nasty yet hot, what an unfamiliar combination.

Minho tilted his head and trailed his hand to your jaw, deepening the kiss. He then grabbed on it, pressing on both sides with a strong grip as he muttered, “Open your mouth.” huskily.

If nasty was what you wanted so badly, he was not gonna give you anything less.

As expected, you obediently followed his instructions and gaped your mouth, sticking your tongue out as well. He let a small lump of saliva gather behind his lips before letting it dribble down, and fall right onto the valley of your tongue.

Okay nevermind, he was wrong. This was in fact really hot, so fucking hot, you were right.

“God,” he groaned, voice raspy, “you’re so hot babe.”

He reached his hands down to his crotch and of course, he was getting hard again, without even catching the chance to soften at first. Letting out a hiss, he pressed his thumb on his tip and began to rub himself, chasing after your lips in the meantime.

“Shit, I want you, want you so bad.”

“Nuh-uh,” you stopped him, pressing your index on his swollen lips, “say it first, I wanna hear you admit it.”

“Admit what?”

You giggled. He was shameless enough to jerk himself off before you but too shy to own up to his emotions. Especially if they were brand new and unexpected, but you weren’t the one to cut him some slack.

“That you loved it,” you breathed against his parted lips, “and that you were wrong of course.”

“And if I don’t?”

You tilted your head, squinting your eyes at him. He wanted to test you? Fair enough.

“Then I wish you best of luck with your right hand.”

He chuckled at your speed of getting up, the tone of your voice switching immediately as you got ready to make your leave. But before you could manage to walk away, he was able to grab your wrist and pull you down on his lap, making you sit on his ripped thighs.

“I loved it, true,” he accepted, blowing his hot breath against your face, “but I wasn’t wrong y/n, it is nasty,” he paused, lips curling up into a crooked smirk, “so nasty, wanna try it on me?”

Oh.

Wait.

What?

Was he—

“Are you asking me to—”

“Yes I am,” he said, cutting your words, a mischievous look painting his eyes, “so do you want it or not?”

A menace. He was a freaking menace. And for that, he deserved to be punished and taught a lesson. But that could wait until after you were done with him, since you had your hands full right now.

“Open your mouth,” you held his chin, lifting his face up, fingers pressing his cheeks together. Oh, you were rough, he liked that.

“and stick your tongue out for me, would you love?”

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🩷

[cleoooelizabeth]

BETWEEN

PAIRING: minho + chan x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. f2l. roommates au. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5k

SUMMARY: Your two roommates are your best friends in the world. You’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. Queue tension and smut with feelings.

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It’s laundry day, a day you’ve put off a little long. You end up grabbing a shirt from Minho’s clean clothing he’d left in the dryer to throw over your head as you wait for your own load to finish. Neither of them were around. You’re leaning over the counter to grab a paper towel when the front door opens. You peak around the corner just as Chris is throwing his shoes aside. Okay, this is fine. The shirt is just long enough to hang over the tops of your thighs, covering the pale blue underwear you’d slept in.

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[cleoooelizabeth]

🏷️ f!reader, cockwarming (unprotected), daddy kink, mc is called baby, angel

“‘m so tired,” you yawn and bury your face deeper into chan’s neck. he smells so good. earthy and familiar. he smells like home. 

“we don’t have to do anything right now.” 

you fist your hands into his sweater and tug. he doesn’t budge. “but you’re so hard,” you whine. 

he chuckles. “it’s fine. i’ll live.”

it’d been you who came home late tonight and sat down in his lap, kissing the sensitive skin underneath his jaw until you felt his cock pressing hot and heavy against your core. 

you lean back and he tilts his head, watching you with an amused smile. “what’s wrong, baby?”

“don’twannagotosleepyet.” 

despite your exhaustion you rock your hips, feeling more wetness pool between your thighs. your moves are slow and sluggish but the ache doesn’t go away. 

“what do you want to do instead?” chan asks. even though you can barely keep your eyes open he can’t help but tease you a little. you’re too cute when you get all needy and pouty. 

your hands fumble with the drawstrings of his sweats. “want you inside of me-e,” you fail to suppress a yawn, “please? i just want to feel you.”

chan saves his latest progress on his laptop before turning his full attention back to you. “yeah? want daddy’s cock?” 

you nod. the simple act of speaking already takes too much effort. chan captures your lips in a kiss and you melt into his touch, pliant and soft in his hands.

how can he say no to his needy little girl, even when she’s too sleepy to keep herself upright? 

“then come sit on it, baby. i got you.” 

he fishes his cock out of his sweats and shoves your panties to the side, lifting you on top of him. you moan softly at the stretch as he helps you sink down on his cock until your walls are wrapped around his full length.

“feels good?” chan asks and you hum, your eyes fluttering shut. he fits so snugly inside of you, hitting all the right spots, and you make yourself comfortable against his broad chest. his right hand goes back to his keyboard while his other strokes your hair, the calm thrum of his heartbeat steady in your ear. 

you feel safe. so cozy and warm. so full. it doesn’t take long before you doze off, slowly drifting away into a peaceful slumber.

“sweet dreams, angel. i’ll wake you up later.”

[cleoooelizabeth]

☆ house ☆ #D3

"Ah... baby...you don't- fuck- you don't have to-" Chan tries to tell you. It's his instinct to first politely reject any form of kindness from anyone. That's how much of a gentleman he is.

And that includes getting a blowjob from you. Even when he knows very well he deserves more than just his dick in your mouth because he had just told you the surprise he's been keeping from you.

A house. He bought a house. For you. For the both of you.

"I want to," you say, fishing his half hard cock from his neatly pressed black slacks. "Wanna make you feel good. You bought a house. For us. You deserve more than just a blowjob."

Chan gulps at that. Chan loves giving. He's a giver. Be it in or out of bed. He prefers it, really.

But there's just something really hot about you being so determined to make him feel good.

"More?" Chan questions. This is already so much to him. You, so pretty on your knees, hands trying their best to grip onto his toned thighs so that he won't be able to run away.

He could move, really. He's a lot stronger than you. He could easily pull you up and make you sit on his lap, give you a soft lecture on how he doesn't need you to return any favours.

He just loves you. A lot. And he wants to have a place to call home with you. It's as simple as that.

But his brain is a mush. He's never seen you this determined before. So pretty. So fucking beautiful.

"Yes, more. First, we're gonna make you cum in my mouth," you tell him, thumb running over the tip of his cock, making him unintentionally buck his hips up, sensitive at your soft touch.

You giggle at him. So fucking cute.

"Your cock will be super sensitive but still be hard enough. So, I'm gonna fuck myself onto it. This big thing is just so wonderful, isn't it?" you continue, making Chan groan and moan so loud when you lick his cockhead.

"Baby fuck," he breathes, hands automatically threading through your hair in instinct.

You smile at him, loving how he's trying really hard to let you take the lead. You know he loves being the one giving instead of receiving but you really want to show him how much you appreciate him and his whole existence.

"And then we're gonna make you cum again. Inside me. And I'll let you fuck me on every surface of this house. Every single one. Anywhere you want to. We'll start here. On the couch-"

"Bed. Bed. Wanna- wanna fuck you on the bed first."

Chan's face is red. But he can't help it. As pussydrunk as he is, he can't let anywhere else be the first place he gets to fuck you. It has to be the bed. Your first official shared bed.

"Okay, baby. The bed it is. Anything for you. Anything for my wonderful boyfriend. Bought me a house and all, hmm? Gotta give you what you want."

You stand up, slowly letting go of his cock, letting it slap against his abs.

"I'm gonna be such a good girl for you, Channie. Gonna be the perfect wife for you."

Chan nearly chokes at that. Wife. Fuck. Fuck. He wants to marry you so bad. What the fuck are you doing to him?

"Don't tease," he mutters, groaning as he feels more precum oozing from his tip.

"You like it. You like it when I call myself your little wifey. Is that what you told the realtor, baby? That you're buying this house for your wife?"

You can't help it. He's too cute. Oh you would love to marry him when the time is right.

"Wife," Chan breathes, the word rolling from his tongue sounding so natural. "My wife," he says again, head already going dumb just from imagining that future with you.

"I'm here," you say softly, noticing how Chan is a little out of it. It makes you smile. "You'll be a good husband and make me a mommy, right?" you tease him again, knowing it's his ultimate weakness - breeding you.

Chan whimpers. "I can go raw tonight?"

"You can, baby."

"You'll keep my cum inside?"

"I will. Promise."

"Cockwarm?"

"Anything you want."

"Wanna buy you another house."

"Chan!"

[cleoooelizabeth]

you are in love

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab reader

premise: you have developed a crush on your best friend’s (seungmin) roomate, hyunjin.

content: 🔞NSFW! MDNI!!! university au!, fluffy, angst (school related), forced proximity (one bed), smut (cute love making), oral (f receiving), protected sex!

word count: 3.6k

maybe it's the way he looks at you. the way his hair just always frames his face so perfectly. the way his smile goes up into his eyes. how your name sounds coming from his lips. it's so many reasons. there are so many reasons why you like you him.

when seungmin invited you over to his apartment after studying in the library. you weren't expecting to see him there. seungmin mentions him occasionally but you never expected this. when you walked inside his apartment and made yourself comfortable on the couch. he walks out and you could barely process what you see.

"hi, i'm hyunjin. you must be y/n."

he smiles at you and you practically melt right there. how could someone this good looking be going to your college and this is your first time seeing him? he's beautiful. your face is hot. butterflies are swarming all around in your stomach.

"h-hi."

seungmin watches the encounter already realizing what is happening. he has never seen you so flustered and awkward around someone.

ever since that day, seungmin teases you constantly. he will always try to get you flustered by bringing up hyunjin. whether its about him coming over soon or "look he's right there!"

and you're all like "WHERE?!" and of course seungmin lies which earns him a slap on the arm.

but ever since you met him he continues to fill up your mind. when you at first never seen him before, he is now everywhere you look. going to go get lunch, he's right there in line waving at you. walking past a classroom on your way to your next class, he's sitting there writing down notes. he's literally everywhere.

even right now as you sit in class. your professor drones on and on about microorganisms and your looking down into your notebook. your eyes beginning to droop even when you try to keep them open.

"psst. y/n!" you hear someone whisper. you look to the right and hyunjin is standing by the door. he waves happily at you, your heart begins to race. you wave back to him and he walks away.

"y/n, did you have a question?" your professor catches you out of your daze. the whole class turns to look at you. your hand is still raised and you quickly put it down.

"uh no, sorry." you reply sheepishly.

when class ends, you get a text from seungmin who wants to meet at your favorite cafe. coffee is definitely something you need, your body is feeling super sluggish. being up late last night to study wasn't really your best move. but you needed to study or you would end up failing. the hard truth of being in college.

you practically look like a zombie as you walk to the cafe. he is sitting by himself, his favorite chosen coffee already on the table. you walk over to him and set your book bag on the floor. you place your head on the table and let out a heavy sigh.

"what's your problem?" seungmin asks and takes a sip from his coffee. his sips make a loud slurping sound as it goes through the straw.

"sleepy."

"ah i see, up all night thinking about hyunjin." he chuckles.

"no! stop being weird."

"well here he comes, i would get up if i were you."

"stop lying! he's not coming."

"hey." your head shoots straight up, knocking some breath out of your lungs. hyunjin is standing at the head of the table, looking between the two of you. you find yourself adjusting your clothes making sure you look put together. in hopes he can't tell how tired you are.

"can i sit?" he gestures to the seat next to you and you nod happily. he slides into the sit next to you, only a few inches of space separates you. his face up close is just as beautiful.

"did you order?"

"huh?" you feel your face become hot when he stares at you. realizing you were stuck staring at his face.

"did you order?" he reasks and you shook your head.

"not yet. i was hoping this idiot would order for me." you stick your tongue out to seungmin and he shrugs.

"i can order for you. what would you like?"

"just a vanilla latte please." you smile and he stands up. you go to grab your wallet for him to use and he grabs your wrist.

"it's okay i got it."

you stare up at him, his soft fingers still circle your wrist. the feeling sends sparks up your arm. seungmin practically gags from the moment happening before him. he ends up clearing his throat which makes hyunjin drop your wrist back onto the table.

"i'll be back." he walks away towards the counter to make the order.

seungmin looks at you, "you're so into him."

you just glare at him. "if you tell him, i will kill you."

hyunjin soon comes back over with two drinks. he places yours infront of you. when you take a sip, you feel the foam on your upper lip. hyunjin laughs at you and hands you a napkin. you wipe your upper lip and look over to seungmin. he has that look in his eye like he's up something and you don't like it.

----

of course just when you think everything is going great. you get hit with three essays from three different classes. each essay ranging from five to six pages respectively. just when you think you have a handle on a school workload everything comes crashing down.

school stress was like any other stress you experienced. feeling the need to always have the perfect grades. perfect attendance. just to be perfect. all of it is super overwhelming and right now you need seungmin. even though seungmin was always teasing and making fun of you he is still your closest friend. you didn't even think to call or text before you showed up. but it was too late anyways once you knocked on his door.

to your surprise you weren't met to see seungmin but hyunjin at the door. he looks at you and his heart almost breaks. trails of tears are rolling down your cheeks, your hands reaching up to wipe them away but they keep coming. your eyes are red which tells him that you have been crying for what could be hours.

"is seungmin here?" you say through a sob. hyunjin stands there not knowing whether to pull you into a hug or not.

"he isn't, do you need me to call him?" hyunjin asks softly, more sobs begin to rip through your body.

"n-no i- i-"

"hey shhh." hyunjin grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest. you sob into his chest, letting all the stress leave your body. your chest begins to ache from how hard you cry. hyunjin's hand rubs your back as you continue to cry in his arms.

"hey lets get inside." he reassures you and guides you inside. he shuts the door behind him and locks it.

you head over to the couch and plop down. you wipe all the wetness from your cheeks and feel it collect onto your fingertips. hyunjin goes into the nearby bathroom and brings back some kleenex.

you grab it from him and he sits on the couch beside you. tears still well up into your eyes but you hold them back. it feels stupid to be crying over something so stupid. why does college have to be so difficult.

"do you wanna talk about it?" hyunjin asks, his eyes softening as he stares into yours.

"it's nothing that important."

"it has to be if it made you cry like that."

hyunjin grabs your hand and holds it in his. your heart warms from the gesture.

"come on, you can tell me. i don't bite." he jokes and you chuckle a little. he rubs the back of your palm and it brings you more comfort.

"well, it really is just school. i feel super stressed out. all thee assignments are driving me insane. i don't get how professors expect so much from us."

"i understand."

"i just wish they would stop expecting so much. i wish i would stop worrying so much about it. of course i will get the papers done but knowing i have so many is too stressful."

"i can always help you if you want." you look up at him. "i would love to help you."

your cheeks warm from the nice gesture. "i appreciate that hyunjin, i really do."

----

hyunjin had helped you a lot by keeping you occupied from stress. he would spend time with you in the library when seungmin couldn't. he would make sure you weren't procrastinating and even proof read your essays for you. everything he did to help you just made your crush even more stronger than ever.

you thanked him endlessly all the time and would always bring him snacks in the library. the library was now considered your designated hangout spot. a place where you both could comfortably spend time in silence, passing smiles here and there and hyunjin staring at you without you knowing. you would type away on your laptop, feeling the inspiration flow. your lips curling up into a pout and he found the sight to be adorable.

once you had finally finished up the three essays, it was now nearing the time for spring break! spring break can be both fun and exhausting. as most professors find it to be the PERFECT time to assign even more assignments. even though it is supposed to be a break for students. at this point, you need the break, everyone does.

so, seungmin had the bright idea to rent out an air bnb. it was a nice cabin not that far from the university. it had multiple bedrooms and bathrooms. seungmin ended up inviting a few more of his own friends which included hyunjin and you. to be fair, you are quite excited to spend a holiday with hyunjin. you both never got time to just hang out outside of a school setting. besides the time when you cried in his apartment.

when you arrive at the cabin, you are in awe of how beautiful it is. the whole cabin is made of wood giving it that bonfire type scent. a scent that is cozy and a sense of warmth. you set your bags down by the door and seungmin walks in.

"wow, this place is super nice." he sighs as he begins to open all the cabinets. each cabinet was filled with its own pots and pans. as well as some basic cooking supplies.

"who all is coming?" you ask, looking at all the mountain and bear artwork that covers the walls.

"uh, hyunjin, chan, lee know, jeongin, changbin, jisung and felix."

"damn that's a lot of people."

"yeah haha. theres only 4 rooms, and three of us share one." seungmin mutters and you feel your face warm.

"wait, does that mean i have to share with someone?" you question and seungmin avoids your gaze. "i am sharing with you right?"

"not exactly. i was thinking you could room with hyunjin."

"are you serious?" you shout and he jumps startled. the sounds of car doors closing outside signals someone is coming.

"i already told him and he's fine with it." seungmin shrugs ad you look at him shocked.

"he agreed?"

suddenly, the door whips open and all of the other boys enter. all of them having car pooled together in two separate cars.

"yo! who's ready to have a great spring break?" jisung shouts into the house and the other boys hoop and holler with him.

"nice to see you y/n!" jisung says giving you a small wave, you wave back with a big smile.

everyone else greets you. each of them saying hello and then moving on to find their rooms. hyunjin stands off to the side, his hands nestled in his pockets. he is wearing a plain white tee with jeans and a navy blue beanie. how can he look so adorable in the simplest of outfits.

the boys continue to chatter amongst themselves, deciding if they should order takeout for dinner. everyone ends up deciding on chinese food and it arrives at the cabin 30 minutes later.

chan brings up the idea to watch a horror movie so of course everyone else agrees. jeongin goes with changbin to make a few bowls of popcorn for everyone to share. you sit on the couch beside seungmin and hyunjin sits on your left.

once the movie begins, jisung is screaming and yelling at the most simplest jump scares ever. causing everyone else to break out into laughter. you're practically all smushed up on the small couch. lee know and felix had to sit on the floor due to the lack of space.

the movie is about halfway through when you feel something warm touch your hand. you look down and hyunjin's pinky is poking you. when you look up at him, his eyes are still on the tv. you open up your palm and he place his hand in yours. intertwining his slender fingers with yours. you face becomes warm from the warmth that exudes into your palm. that warmth soon nestles into your heart, feeling immense comfort from his touch.

----

"hey, i heard we're rooming together." hyunjin says to you as he enters the bedroom. he places his bags on the chair in the corner, you are pulling out some clothes from your bag. getting ready to change into some pj's.

"yeah, i hope that's okay with you." the inevitable one bed trope is upon you. classic seungmin behavior for sure. you were going to kill him.

"it's fine with me." he reassures with the sweetest smile. to say you were nervous was an understatement. the idea of being in a bed under the covers with hyunjin had you scared shitless. how were you supposed to even sleep knowing he was laying next to you.

you head into the bathroom to put on your pjs. when you return, hyunjin has changed into some grey sweats. still wearing his plain white tee but his beanie is laid on the nightstand. you walk past him, not noticing his gaze. you pull the covers back and settle down into the covers. realizing you were more sleepy than you had realized once you feel the firm and soft mattress.

you feel his weight on the bed once he lays down. he turns off the lamp beside him and the room becomes dark. you lay on your back while he lays facing away from you. the room is silent. you thought sleep would take you away soon but it didn't. your mind was too busy running wild about how your crush is lying right next to you. when you turn to face him, he is already facing you. you both stare at each other, a few inches separated.

"i can't sleep." you reveal and he scoots closer to you. you feel yourself hold your breath as his hand reaches up to your cheek.

"did the movie scare you?" he asks, concerned that you're scared. his fingers caress your cheeks, you hope he can't feel how warm they are.

"no. i don't think so."

"then what is it?"

a pause. a deep sigh. silence.

"you."

"what about me?" he tease, his thumb still caresses the side of your face. his face soon comes closer to you.

"everything."

"everything about me?" he breathes out, his breath tickling your face. you nod shyly, now too embarrassed from his gaze. he licks his own lips and looks down at yours. his eyes flicker up to yours to ask for permission. your eyes invite him to kiss you.

his plump lips land on yours in a sweet kiss. and the butterflies return. they swarm and swarm your whole stomach. exploring every part of your body from his touch. he pulls away, letting his head rest on your forehead.

"do it again. please." you plead and he smirks.

he place his lips back on yours and this time it's desperate. his lips nibble down onto yours causing you to let out a soft whine. your hands run up to pull at his soft hair. he felt like pure love. the kind of love you never want to give up. he is intoxicating and you are addicted.

when he pulls away again, his eyes are half lidded. barely open as he stares at you.

"do you know how long i wanted to do that?"

"enlighten me." you chuckle and he smiles.

"since i saw you crying on my doorstep. i never wanted to see you hurt like that ever again. i want nothing more than to protect you."

you look into his eyes, every sign of sincerity in them.

"if you allow me, i can show you." his thumb runs over your lips and you practically die right there.

"please."

that was all he needed and he was on top of you.

"you're so beautiful." he leans down to reconnect his lips to yours. he runs his hands down his shirt and pulls it over his head. "i wanna show you how much i like you."

he pulls off your pajama pants and underwear in one go. he dips his head down, leaving kisses down your thighs. you squirm from how ticklish it feels. he put his hands on your hips to press them down into the mattress.

his tongue prods at your pussy lips and then lets his tongue lick up your slit. you let out a groan.

"don't be too loud baby. i don't want them to hear how pretty you sound."

his tongue comes back into contact with your pussy. he begins to lick and slurp up as messily as he can. letting you thrash above him while he holds you down. his tongue prods at your clit, his eyes look up to see your face screwed up in pleasure. you feel him smile and continue licking below. his tongue feels like heaven as it licks every part of your pussy. teasingly circling and entering your core is what sends you over the edge.

"hyunjin please."

"please what angel?"

"i need more."

hyunjin sits up, wiping his mouth where your wetness coated it. he scoots up closer to you and pulls off your top. you aren't wearing a bra and now you're fully exposed to him.

"so pretty." he smirks and you feel your face warm up.

"please please."

hyunjin pulls off his sweats and his boxers. his cock springing free in all its glory. your mouth waters from the sight.

"such a needy baby."

hyunjin grabs his wallet from the nightstand. pulling out a condom, he pumps himself a little. then slides the condom on himself.

he scoots back down, his cock now lines up to your entrance. he runs it over your slit before he slowly enters.

"shit." he mutters.

his eyes close a little from the feeling and he moves closer to you. your lips come into contact with his. both your moans are now muffled from the contact. his hips move slowly into you and you can feel his groans on your lips.

he pulls away from your lips and looks down into your eyes. his arms are by the sides of your head, his hips begin to go faster into you. you try to hide your moans so no one else can hear you.

"i knew you would look so pretty so like this." hyunjin smirks above you and you let out a soft moan.

"don't worry, you can moan more when we do this again."

again? god, he's going to make you go insane. the feeling of him inside you was intense. he felt so good going in and out of you. it didn't feel like he was fucking you. you are making love.

the quicker his hips went, the more moans left your lips. it was nearly impossible to hide them and it turned hyunjin on even more. knowing you couldn't hold back from how good you were feeling. all he wants is to make you feel good.

"good girl." hyunjin pants when he feels you begin to tigthen around him. your high soon approaching. "go ahead cum for me angel."

he place his lips on yours to hide the load moans falling from your lips. your high comes crashing down over you. his lips continue to move over yours and his hips still. he pulls out and moves away from you. you're panting below him, as pretty as ever.

"stay right there love."

hyunjin goes into the bathroom to throw away the condom. he pulls his shirt back over his head and hands you an extra one from his bag. he lays back down in bed and opens his arms for you.

once you put the shirt on, you nestle up into his chest. you hide your face away from him as he looks down at you.

"baby, look at me. don't hide."

you look up at him shyly, feeling flustered from what had just took place.

"you did so good for me." he coos into your ear before nibbling on it.

you break out into giggles from how ticklish it feels. "hyune stop it."

"hyune?" he questions looking down at you.

"oh s-sorry. is that not okay to call you that?"

"no its okay! i love it. i wanna be your hyune." he teases and you chuckle from how cute he's being.

"does this mean i am yours?"

"of course. you're mine now." hyunjin kisses your cheek and nuzzles your face with his nose. you feel content in knowing that you are his and that he is yours.

"you should thank seungmin." he mumbles into your skin.

"huh?"

"he's the one who told me you like me."

"HE DID WHAT?!"

[cleoooelizabeth]

KISS ME MORE || lee minho

PAIRING: brother’s best friend!minho x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 13.2k

SUMMARY: he's your brother's best friend, and that should be enough to keep him off limits. but he's just a little too handsome, and you're just a little in too deep.

GENRE(S): smut, fluff

WARNINGS: smut [unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, praise, use of petnames (kitten and baby), dumbification, mean!dom minho] minho knows he's hot and is a menace to society

The first time you met him, he was leaning against the doorframe of your living room.

He was visiting your brother, but the fact that he wasn't here for you seemed to slip from your mind the moment you saw him. An infuriatingly pretty smile was planted onto his face, his hand brushing his hair out of his face as he introduced himself as Lee Minho to your family, not even sparing you a single glance. 

Lee Minho. 

It tasted good on your tongue, his name.

You wanted him already.

Lee Minho.

He'd met your brother a few years earlier, since they were both obsessed with dancing. Apparently, Minho was the best dancer on the team. Not that it came as a surprise when Chan brought it up at the dining table later that evening. You had already come to the conclusion that Lee Minho was god's favorite, and, consequently, good at everything he did.

He also lived only a few houses away from you and Chan, as it turned out. Basically a neighbor, your mom had commented when he revealed his address and you nodded along – did this mean you'd get to see him often?

That question was answered fairly quickly as Chan assured everyone they'd spend most of their time at Minho's house instead – so as not to disturb anyone, he had said. Oh, what a caring brother you had. At that moment you wanted to strangle him to death. Didn't he understand that Lee Minho was the most handsome boy you'd ever seen in your life? 

Or maybe he did understand, and that whole 'staying away from the Bang residency' thing was intentional because he, being the logical sibling, knew that if you happened to fall in love with his best friend, everything would become really awkward. 

Which, yeah, sure, makes sense. Lee Minho is, after all, your brother's best friend. You shouldn't like him, and he shouldn't like you.

Having gathered that information, it’s pretty obvious that there is just no fucking way that you have a chance with him. 

Right?

—

Two pm. That’s when his dancing lessons start. You haven’t memorized his schedule or anything – you’re not a creep, obviously – you know this solely because your brother shares that class with him. Yeah. It has nothing to do with the fact that you enjoy every second you can spend outside the dance hall, able to let your stare rest on Minho without seeming desperate. Because if there’s anything you dread more than him not paying attention to you, it’s him thinking of you as Chan’s pathetic little sister. 

It’s fun watching him dance. He’s so good at it that it’s mesmerizing, his movements clean and gaze focused as he learns the choreography way quicker than the rest of the dancers. It’s no secret that he’s better than them, yet it doesn’t seem to bother them. Maybe it shouldn’t bother you, either. If only him being out of your league was the only problem. But it isn’t, so you decide not to think about it anymore, and rather focus on the homework in front of you as you wait for your brother to finish class.

Except it’s very hard to take your eyes off someone who looks like him at that very moment – shirt sweaty and sticking to his body, accentuating his arms a little too well. You almost choke on air as he thrusts his hips forward – something that surely is a part of the choreography but shouldn’t be, because it makes you bite your lip and press your thighs together, thinking that you wouldn’t have anything against having those pretty hands of his wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you like that. 

You sigh and look away when they stop dancing, mentally slapping yourself. You've gone completely crazy, developing a crush on your brother's best friend, that's for sure.

“Hey, did you wait long?” You hear your brother’s voice to your right and you turn around to face him, pushing away your previous thoughts as your eyes land on his frame.

It takes all of your mental strength not to scream when you see that Chan isn’t the only person headed towards you as he leaves class, but that he’s accompanied by none other than Lee Minho – the guy whose dick you were thinking about just a minute ago. Shit, that’s just your luck isn’t it? Obviously, he just had to be here, and obviously, the one time you wish he wouldn’t pay attention to you, he does. You try your best not to look too caught off guard as you feel your face heat up from the way Minho’s eyes are set on you, cursing the world for the awful timing.

“You’re coming with us?” You blurt out in his direction, forcing your gaze to stay away from the way his soaked through white shirt allows you to see everything underneath and to focus on looking him right in the eye. Which is hard enough by itself, because his stare is so strong you fear your legs will give out from underneath you. 

“Yeah,” He says, and you swear his voice has gotten even more attractive since you heard him last. “Is that a problem?” 

“Of course not,” Chan answers for you. “We just need to finish practicing the choreo. We’ll be outside anyway, so we won’t bother you, right, Y/N?”

“Right.”

You’re quick to gather your things, relieved that when your eyes land on Minho’s frame again, he’s no longer looking at you, his face stoic like it usually is. The three of you head towards the bus stop, and you’re happy that it arrives after less than a minute, certain that this is an opportunity to sit somewhere where you can silently admire the dancer without him catching your stare. Unfortunately for you, the bus is packed with people eager to get home and there are no sitting spots available, forcing the three of you to squeeze your way through the crowd and into a corner.

You feel goosebumps spread across your skin as Minho’s shoulder accidentally brushes over yours, clutching your bag a little harder and biting your lip. It’s so unfamiliar, having him this close to you, so close that you can hear his breathing. You’re sure that if you moved only a little to the left, you’d be able to hear his heartbeat, too. A small gasp leaves your mouth as the bus abruptly moves, making you almost lose your balance. Thankfully, you manage to grab the handle above your head to steady yourself before you trip. 

It takes you a total of two and a half seconds to realize it’s the same handle that Minho’s holding. It takes you another three to realize you’re literally holding onto his fucking hand, that your skin is in contact with Lee Minho’s skin.

Holy shit.

You retrieve your hand so fast that you didn’t even know you could react that quickly, and it feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as you look everywhere just not in his direction. Did he notice that? Of course he did, how could he not? You held onto his hand, for fuck’s sake! And even if he didn’t care about that, he surely must’ve raised a brow at how you reacted to the physical contact. Like a crazy person. God, there is just no way you can ever look him in the eye after this. 

The rest of the ride you just keep your eyes planted to the floor, hoping you don't look as embarrassed as you feel. 

“We’re here,” You hear Chan say after a while, more to his friend than to you.

You wait for them to go first, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself, but your plan fails the moment Minho turns around in the doorway, looking at you expectantly. “You coming?” 

This time, as you’re walking past him, you make sure not to let your shoulder come in contact with his, but it doesn’t change the way your skin tingles when you meet his gaze for a split second. God, it’s going to be a long walk home. 

Fortunately for you, there’s a limit to how long a three hundred meters walk can last, and so after a couple of minutes, you’ve arrived. You waste no time going up to your room while Chan and Minho stay downstairs. The moment you enter the room it feels like you can finally breathe. 

Sitting down by the window, you calm yourself down, for the first time in your life happy to be away from your brother’s annoyingly hot best friend. You even manage to forget him for a while, almost too caught up in your homework to notice the two boys practicing on the lawn beneath your window. Almost.

In your defense, Minho’s impossible not to notice. You catch a glimpse of him – brows furrowed and forehead glistening in sweat – and it’s enough to make you admire him shamelessly from where you’re sitting, homework long forgotten. He dances with Chan for a while, explaining the moves to him and adjusting his shoulders when they’re positioned wrong, and it makes you wish you were in his place right now – having Minho’s fingers touch your skin, his attention set on you and not your godforsaken brother. Then, your eyes follow him as he leaves Chan alone, moving to where his bag lies and taking something out of it.

You can see the muscles on his arm flex as he opens his water bottle, before bringing it to his lips and throwing his head back to drink. Your mouth waters at the sight of his exposed neck and the veins on his fingers that are gripping the bottle tightly. It’s shameful how easy he can get you worked up – a throb forming in between your legs already, despite the action being quite unharmful. To anyone who doesn’t fantasize about him, obviously. Which excludes you.

Your heart gets caught up in your throat when you catch Minho smirking up at you, his eyes looking directly into yours and you’re frozen in place for a second, unsure of what to do with yourself. Finally, you tear your gaze away from him, utterly embarrassed for what seems like the nth time today. 

—

Nothing can top the relief you feel when Minho announces he's heading home after spending a good two hours at your and Chan's house. Unfortunately, he also promises to be back tomorrow after your brother’s swimming practice, so that they can perfect the choreography. (Which is, by the way, so unnecessary, because you've seen Minho dance and that choreography needs no more perfecting on his end.) Usually, you wouldn't have minded at all, but after today's humiliating incidents you'd prefer not to face him in the nearest future. But as usual, the world doesn't really listen to your wishes.

Actually, the world must hate you, absolutely fucking despise you, because the next day Minho manages to arrive too early, knocking on the door a whole hour before Chan's practice is supposed to end. 

“I’m not interested!” You shout as you hear a fist banging against your door, your first thought being that the person outside is some kind of salesman.

“You’re not interested? Aw, why not?” 

You freeze hearing his voice, eyes widening in shock. What. The. Fuck? Why is he here so early? Surely your brother must’ve told him when he’d be home, and you knew Minho wasn’t one to just forget things. Another thing that declared you fucked right now because there was just no way he hadn’t taken pride in the way he caught you staring at him yesterday. But, you had to open the door or you’d never hear the end of it. Besides, Minho already knew you were home since you’d recklessly shouted at him. Shit, you should’ve just stayed quiet. But who knows, maybe you’d gotten lucky and he had actually forgotten when your brother's practice ended, so he’d just leave and come back later. 

“My brother’s not home until seven,” You say the moment you open the door, met with his signature smirk and his hands buried in the pockets of his perfectly fitting jeans. “You’re early.”

“Really?” The way he says it makes you feel like it doesn’t really surprise him. His smirk widens as he eyes you up and down, and you feel very exposed as his gaze falls first on your lips and then slides down to your cleavage, where they linger a little too long than they should. “My bad, I thought he said six. Mind if I wait here meanwhile?” 

He doesn’t really wait for your response, walking past you and into the house like it’s his own, his shoulder brushing over yours just like yesterday. You roll your eyes at him while closing the door as you see him throw his backpack onto the couch you were peacefully sitting on just a few moments ago. He makes himself at home, turning on the tv and putting his arms behind his neck. You can’t help but notice that he looks hot like this, relaxed and sprawled out on your couch. 

But it doesn't matter. He's here for your brother, not you. So you turn your back to him and walk into the kitchen under the excuse of making food, yet in reality, just doing anything so you won't have to look at his stupidly handsome face. 

“You do realize Chan’s not gonna be home for another hour, right?” You say as you start cutting up some fruit. 

“Yeah, why?” You hear Minho chuckle from the couch, and you can almost feel the way his stare is set on you. “Can’t handle my presence?” 

“Didn’t say that. I’m just saying you might get bored.”

You’re so focused on keeping your eyes on the food in front of you that you don’t even notice Minho has walked into the kitchen, before you feel his warm breath fan against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart jumps in your chest and you turn around to face him in reflex. It's embarrassing how loud you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and that sensation is only heightened as he smiles down on you, faces closer to each other than they’ve ever been. 

“Do you find this boring?”

His voice is raspy, with a hint of amusement in it as he lets his hand graze your skin when he brushes your hair out of your face. You suck in a breath, silently cursing your heart for almost beating out of your chest at such a small gesture and hoping to god your flustered state went unnoticed by the boy. But is there really a possibility of anything going unnoticed when two people are in such close proximity? 

Do you find this boring? Such a stupid question to ask. Listening to your heartbeat would be enough to answer it. Looking into your wide eyes would be enough to answer it. Watching how your body reacts to his touch would be enough to answer it. The answer is out in the open for him to see, and you know he sees it. And surprisingly, it doesn’t make you want to run and hide. Sure, it makes you nervous as fuck – having him look at you like that, so intently, yet so carefully – but it doesn’t make you want to run. If anything, it makes you want to stay. 

“No,” You say, uselessly. “I don’t.” 

A smile spreads itself across his lips. Not a smirk, a smile. And oh god, do you feel weak in the knees when he looks at you like that. You want to say something more – hear him talk about himself or maybe ask for his number. It doesn’t even matter, really, you just want to hear his voice, and feel his touch like you did a few moments ago. He’s waiting for you to say something, you can see it in the way his eyes are glancing between your eyes and lips, and it makes you wonder whether he’s thinking of kissing you. Or if he’d kiss you if you asked him to. 

“I…” You trail off, breath caught up in your throat as Minho leans closer to you, tilting his head to the side slightly. He’s so close that you can smell him now, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, and it makes you feel even more intoxicated with him. You’ve smelt his perfume before as he walked by, but this is different. This time, his face is millimeters away from yours as he licks his lips and you swear he’s doing it on purpose just to set you off. And you have to admit it’s working. 

“You…?” His tone is teasing, while his touch is featherlight as he lets his fingers graze your bare shoulder – seemingly innocent, but you know he’s doing it just to see you shiver in excitement. And you do even more so when his hand drops to your thigh, causing you to suck in a breath loudly before you can stop yourself. You can see a small smirk forming on his lips at your actions, and you’re about to say something to defend yourself when you hear the front door open, making you jump slightly.

“I’m home!”

Minho doesn’t even flinch hearing your brother’s voice, his eyelids half closed as his gaze still rests on you, hot breath hitting your lips as he awaits your next move. And it’s half relieved, half frustrated that you turn away from him, walking a couple of feet away so it looks natural. What the hell just happened? You're left to ponder that question as your brother walks into the room and you hear him and Minho talking. 

Even as he's speaking with Chan, he doesn't fail to meet your gaze when you let it linger on his frame for a little too long. And it’s in defeat that you realize there are butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he sends you a subtle wink. 

—

School is hell, but it’s even worse when you catch yourself staring at your brother��s best friend way too many times. Especially since he seems to catch you doing it, too. 

You swear he’s everywhere. In the hallway when you’re walking to class, sitting by a nearby table when you’re in the cafeteria eating lunch and walking out of the building exactly when you’re sitting outside, peacefully reading a book. You just can’t escape him and the amused look he sends you every time he sees your gaze land on his frame. 

And while it probably doesn’t even look like he’s paying you any attention to bypassers, you’ve grown to know him enough to tell that it’s not accidentally that he lifts up his shirt to wipe his sweat exactly as you’re walking by the football field. Or maybe it is an accident and you’re just delusional. Either way, it’s embarrassing how something like that is enough to make your face grow hot and turn your gaze anywhere else than him and his stupidly pretty face.

After all that, it’s obvious that what you want the most is to get some peace and finally be able to breathe freely without thinking of Lee Minho. Which is why you head towards one of the less crowded places on campus when your classes finish, sitting down on a bench and taking out your book that you’ve barely begun reading due to all the recent events. However, you’re not able to relish in the silence for too long before you hear a voice behind you, catching you off guard.

“What book are you reading?”

“What?” You ask, turning around to look Minho in the eyes and being met with a hint of curiosity in them. 

“I asked you what book you’re reading,” He repeats, leaning his arm on the bench like he didn’t just scare the living shit out of you. “You were so caught up in it that you didn’t even notice me, so it must be good, right?”

“Not really, it’s my chemistry book. Didn't have anything better to do than study anyway.”

You’re kind of surprised when Minho lets out a snort of laughter at your words, and you realize it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh while talking to you. You could get used to that, actually – hearing him laugh. The way his eyes light up when he does it makes you feel weirdly happy, it’s like he actually enjoys your presence. Oh god, you really hope he does. You really hope that he doesn’t look at you like Chan’s annoying little sister, because that would completely ruin everything.

“Anyway, I came to ask you whether you want to grab a coffee with me,” He says, a smile still planted onto his face. “Pretty sure that's more entertaining than studying for your chemistry exam.”

“Sure,” For a second, your face lights up, but then it falters again. “Not sure Chan would want me there, though. Wouldn’t wanna ruin his time with his friends.”

“I never mentioned anything about Chan, though, did I?”

You open your mouth to reply and then close it again when he pokes your cheek with his finger. It’s so unexpected that your eyes go wide – so wide you’re afraid you might look like a fish or something – but it also doesn’t last long, because one blink of your eyes later his finger is gone and you’re left face to face with the most handsome boy in the world. He’s very close to you – did he lean forward or were just too busy staring at every inch of him to notice that he was this close to you all along? 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He tilts his head to the side with a smirk, and you avert your gaze immediately, making him chuckle. What a nuisance, you think to yourself. You want him so bad it hurts. “Come on, let’s go before the high schoolers take all the best spots.”

You must look a little unconvinced, because he soon speaks again. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t get boring.”

And he winks – something that makes your heart drop to your stomach and screams at you that this is a bad idea, considering how he’s your brother’s best friend. 

But you don’t really get to think that through because suddenly, he’s walking away with his bag thrown over his shoulder, and you pick up your things in an instant and jog up to him, like you weren’t just considering going home a minute ago. You still make an effort to scoff really loudly as you catch up with him just so he doesn’t think that little wink had any impact on you, but he chooses to ignore it, burying his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he crosses the road. 

Chan would totally freak out if he saw you right now, you think to yourself, walking into a dimly lit cafe side by side with his best friend. Why exactly are you doing this again? You look at Minho and he flashes you a smile that makes you want to cry into a pillow. Ah. That's why you're doing this. 

“I’ll have an americano,” Minho tells the waitress a few minutes later from where you're sitting by a table in the corner of the cafe. “And you?”

The waitress is looking at you expectantly, but your eyes are set on Minho and his t-shirt that looks a little too small and hugs his muscles a little too well. He’s wearing piercings, too – one in his right ear and two in his left. He doesn’t wear them when he dances, so you’ve never really seen him with them on. They suit him. A little too much. 

“Iced latte,” You say mindlessly as Minho asks again, and you can see him raise a brow at your lack of responsiveness. The waitress walks away, and before Minho can ask you what you were thinking about, you ask a question to fill the silence. “Don’t you have dancing lessons today?”

Dumb question. You know he doesn’t have any dancing lessons today. And from how he’s looking at you, it’s not hard to tell he knows it’s a stupid question. God, this is like your first time speaking to him one on one and here you are, embarrassing yourself to no end. 

“You know I don’t,” One corner of his lips quirk up in amusement. “Me and your brother have the same schedule.”

“How come I need to remember everything about his schedule?” You mumble under your breath, fiddling with your fingers because you’re 99 percent sure Minho now thinks you’re just his best friend’s helpless little sister that has a hopeless crush on him. Which you are. But still. If you appear so nervous all the time you’re never going to get that dick.

Right as you’re about to seduce him with your charms, a waiter gives you your drinks. He’s handsome, with sharp eyes and a kind smile. Probably would have landed a role in a kdrama had he tried. When he flashes his pearl white teeth in your direction, it’s like you can’t hold back from smiling back. 

“Here are your drinks.” 

He puts them on the table and smiles wider at you, almost completely ignoring Minho. It makes you giggle, and he winks at you in return, but then, as the waiter retracts his hand from the table, he manages to push the teaspoon lying next to Minho’s coffee cup onto the floor by accident. Seeing his sorry expression, you’re quick to squat down on the floor to pick it up, but it seems like he’s got the same plan – your hands touch as you both reach for the fallen spoon. 

For a second, you’re waiting for that electric feeling to surge through you and for your whole body to grow hot like it did when you touched Minho’s hand in the bus, but when that sensation doesn’t come, you just smile at the waiter instead and hand him the spoon.

“Thank you,” He smiles and lets his eyes fan over your face and dip down to your body. “Is this your first time coming here? I feel like I would’ve remembered seeing such a pretty girl here before.”

You can tell the waiter’s interested in you, and so, upon noticing Minho’s expressionless gaze from where he’s sitting on his chair, you opt to take this as an opportunity to mess with him a little. Why should you be the only one chasing after him, after all? 

“Yeah, it’s my first time,” You blink up at the waiter, letting your fingers trace up his arm until they reach the collar of his shirt. “If it wasn’t, I surely would’ve remembered seeing such a handsome waiter.” 

Your eyes meet his and you smile in an overly cute way, letting your finger trail over his jaw before you place it back in your lap. He grins and extends his hand to help you stand up, and you make sure to stand on your tippy toes to press a small kiss to his cheek as a thank you. You can feel Minho’s gaze on you and it’s with great willpower that you hold back the smile threatening to take over your features. 

“I finish work in an hour,” It’s the waiter speaking – it’s hard not to look in Minho’s direction, but you hold out, ‘accidentally’ fixing your shirt so more of your cleavage is exposed. And surely, it works, because the waiter’s eyes widen just slightly as they dip down to take in the exposed skin. “Do you want to come over and watch a movie with me?”

You can’t keep yourself from doing it anymore, so you look at Minho – only to be met with his eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side in inquiry. Bingo. 

With a sweet smile, you grab at the waiter’s arm. “I’d love to.”

As he walks away, you sit down in front of Minho with a satisfied smile, sipping your drink innocently. And you wait. You wait for three seconds, then four. Seconds turn into a minute, but Minho's still sipping his drink like nothing happened. It’s only when the cup is empty that he looks up at you, licking his lips – which, by the way, makes him look ten times hotter than before, if that’s even possible. 

He leans forward and his knee touches yours – whether that is on purpose or not, you don’t know, but it makes you jump up slightly in surprise. 

“So, are you proud of yourself?” 

He asks this question casually, but the tone of his voice makes your heart beat faster against your chest. You’re not sure what he means or if he’s jealous at all – his eyes hold an unreadable expression and the heat of his leg against your bare thigh from under the table is enough to send your mind into overdrive. It’s safe to say that you’re not able to think straight right now, and his piercing stare doesn’t help much – instead of making you want to concentrate on answering, it makes you want to jump his bones. So, to minimize the rates of embarrassing yourself completely, you opt for a question to answer his question.

“Huh?”

Minho’s lips quirk upwards in a smirk and he shakes his head, smiling to himself for a second. Then, he pulls out his wallet and puts money on the table. He’s getting ready to leave. The moment he gets up to leave, you do the same, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you how his eyes fan down to your legs, even if only for a moment. You quickly make your way to his side and he looks down on you with a hint of amusement in his gaze. 

“You really put on a show back there,” He says, finally answering your question. Your heart beats faster at that – so he did notice. Upon seeing your expression, Minho chuckles softly. “Poor guy probably thinks you’re coming over later.”

“What do you mean? I am coming over.”

He stops walking right outside the entrance to the cafe and turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised. The exit doesn’t immediately lead you to the main road, but rather a side alley surrounded by three brick walls and an opening towards the main square that you still haven’t walked through. This means you and him are still in a pretty excluded area – you look around for a second, but the only sign of life nearby is the sound of some people talking inside of the cafe you just left –  and, somehow, that makes his gaze feel much harder than it normally would feel as he stares you down. 

You’re nervous, that’s for sure, but probably not in the way you should be. 

What you should be worried about right now is that you’re in an empty alleyway with your best friend’s brother, who could turn out to be a serial killer or something. (No, he couldn’t – this is Minho we’re talking about. The guy who has three cats and cares for them like they’re his children.) But the only thing you’re thinking about right now is how sharp Minho’s jawline is, and how maybe he’d fuck you against this wall if you asked nicely. 

“No, you’re not,” He says and you’re suddenly brought back to reality. You’re about to object to his claim – excuse him, why is he not buying your act? – but before you get to do that, he takes a step forward and backs you against the wall, resting his hand on the brick wall just above your head. “You really think I don’t know you did that to get my attention, kitten?” 

Oh. Your hearts speed up to an inhuman pace and you almost forget to breathe for a moment there as you feel his breath on your face, his nose mere centimeters away from your own. 

“I didn’t-” 

He doesn’t really cut you off, but his fingers ghosting over your jaw are enough to make you stop talking. You feel your heart beating so loudly you’re afraid Minho might hear it when he leans even closer to push your hair away from your face and whisper in your ear. 

“You’re a little bit of an attention whore, aren’t you? If you wanted me to fuck you this bad, you could’ve just said so.” 

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment – both from how you totally just made a fool out of yourself and from you can feel your panties start to soak through just at his words. Well, maybe not just his words, because the way you can see his arm muscles if you look a little to the left definitely helps. But now you’re just making excuses. 

“Don’t worry, it’s kind of cute how much you’re willing to do to get my attention.” 

Minho’s eyes fall down to your lips and you swallow hard. Is he going to kiss you right now? His hand moves to stroke your cheek and you close your eyes, awaiting him to connect his lips to yours. It’s like an eternity has passed before you feel his mouth lips against the corner of your mouth – touching you so softly you’re not even sure it really happened before the sound of your phone ringing fills the alleyway and he pulls away. 

Fucking phone. You grab it a little too fast, scoffing as you see the caller ID. Of course it’s your fucking brother, who else would manage to call you just when you were kissing Lee fucking Minho? 

“What?” You ask probably a little too harshly upon picking up, and you can hear Minho chuckle quietly from where he’s standing. 

“Wow, no need to lash out on me like that,” He says in response and you roll your eyes, because clearly, there is a need – one that you don’t get to fulfill exactly because of this goddamn conversation. “Can you come home? Dinner’s ready and mom wants us to eat together for once.”

“I need to come right now? Seriously?” It’s not your intention to come off as whiny, but who can really blame you? 

“Yes, seriously,” Chan sighs into the phone. “What are you doing that you can't come?”

That question makes your blood pressure skyrocket. “Nothing. I'm not doing anything at all. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?”

And you hang up without waiting for an answer. 

“You should get going,” You hear Minho’s voice and turn around to face him. His hands are in his pockets again and his hair is falling into his forehead. You have an urge to walk over to him and push the hair away from his face, but you resist it. “Wouldn’t wanna upset your brother too much. Considering you’re already hitting on his best friend.”

The smirk he sends you makes your heart do a dozen flips inside of your chest. 

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

And you start the walk home with a smile tugging at your lips and butterflies swarming in your stomach. 

—

“Minho is what?” You almost scream at your brother when he tells you his plans in a casual tone – like he isn’t ruining your life. 

“Sleeping over,” Chan repeats – like you asked him because you didn’t hear – raising a brow in confusion. “I don’t see how that’s a problem? We won’t bother you, I swear.”

Well, maybe you won’t, but Minho will, you think to yourself. You’re completely certain that he’ll do everything in his power to tease you somehow, especially after that day at the cafe… But you're only complaining for show, because really, you don't mind him bothering you. At all. If anyone were listening to your heartbeat right now, they’d have no problem in confirming that your heart speeds up at the mere thought of spending time with Lee Minho.

“Okay, then,” You sigh. “When is he coming?”

You’re totally not asking so you can run back to your room and only appear after Minho’s arrived so it doesn’t look like you’ve been waiting for him. Nope. You’d never go that far just for a boy you’re not even supposed to like. Like, how stupid would that be? 

“He’s coming about…” Chan pauses as the doorbell rings and your whole body tenses up. “Now.”

You’re about to run up the stairs to your room and hide, but, instead of being a normal human being and waiting for someone to open the door, Minho lets himself in and walks into the house before you can even take a step. 

He looks hot (as always), with his hair and jacket wet – is it raining? you didn’t even know – and blue jeans around his hips. It should be illegal to look this good. He’s holding a bag in one hand, brushing his hair away from his face with the other, and you don’t even realize you’re staring until he rests his eyes on you and flashes you a smile that has you weak in the knees. 

“Hey,” He says in your direction, letting his fingers brush over your hand as he walks inside. 

Your eyes drift to the right to see whether Chan reacts to how his best friend is paying you attention all of a sudden, but even if he did notice anything, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he takes Minho’s bag and tells him to follow him upstairs. 

“I’ll just get some water first,” Minho replies and your brother nods, walking off to his room, leaving you alone with his best friend who turns his attention to you immediately. “You’re not gonna say hi?”

“Hi,” Somehow, even greeting him makes your stomach do a hundred flips, and the way he's looking at you doesn't help, either. His eyes trail up and down your body, sending shivers down your spine, before he meets your stare again. “Why are you staying here all of a sudden? You've known my brother for a few years, but you've never slept over before.”

It's true what you're saying – he's never stayed past midnight, and even those times were rare. Your statement doesn’t surprise Minho, it seems, because he only tilts his head to the side with a smile. 

“Really? I haven't?”

The way he says it makes you certain he’s aware of it already, but you nod anyway. “You told Chan there's no point in sleeping over when you can just meet up early the next day.”

He takes a step in your direction and you swear your heart could beat out of your chest at this rate. Damn Minho and his ability to always catch you off guard… Though maybe the crush you have on him also plays a small part in how you react to every bit of attention he shows you. His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and instead of retracting it, he lets it rest against your cheek. 

His lips quirk upwards in a soft smirk. “Hmm, it's almost as if someone made me change my mind.”

You’re about to respond – actually, correction, you’re about to grab his collar and kiss him until you can’t breathe – but then Chan’s voice comes from above and makes you jump in surprise.

“You coming, bro?”

Fuck. Him. Why does he always have to ruin the moment? Upon seeing your annoyed expression, Minho chuckles and you only glare at him in response – why is he so calm when you’re dying to feel his skin on yours? 

“Yeah, coming!” He shouts to your brother, before looking at you again with a wide grin. “Don’t be so impatient, we have plenty of time, remember?” 

And just like that, he leaves for Chan’s room, letting the image of his smile make itself at home inside of your head. But really, you wish it didn’t, because now you’re starting to think this little crush might be more than just that. 

—

The next few hours pass by rather normally. 

Chan and Minho stay in your brother’s room, and you occupy the living room, watching K-dramas and eating noodles. It’s a solid distraction from the fact that Minho’s here – actually, after a while you’ve practically forgotten about him, more focused on the fact that you need to use the bathroom exactly when the most exciting part of the episode is playing. It seems fate hasn’t really been on your side lately. 

Resigned, you pause the TV and head for the bathroom upstairs (the one downstairs smells like the way-too-big amount of cologne your brother sprays on every morning and it makes you want to puke), because really, what else can you do? When you reach the last steps, you can hear music flowing through the speakers in Chan’s room, meaning they’re both in there still. Great, you won’t have to worry about the fact that your hair’s a mess from lying down on the couch. 

At least that's what you think as you open the door to the bathroom, only for your eyes to widen when they land on Minho’s bare chest. 

It takes your brain approximately five seconds to realize what is going on – how you just walked in on Lee Minho changing. Your words get lost in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you – Minho’s raised brows, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his muscles on display for you to see, making it impossible to look away. Not that you want to. He looks so hot that it has heat forming between your thighs, and you wish he would stop teasing you and make your dreams of him fucking you come true instead. 

“The way you’re looking at me is making me think you walked in here on purpose, kitten.” 

“What?” You shake your head vigorously, feeling your face heat up at Minho’s words. “No, I just- I didn’t know you were here and-” 

“I’m just joking,” He cuts you off with a smile. You can’t help but smile, too, when he walks over to you and pulls you closer by your shoulders, leaning his face down so your noses touch. “Relax.” 

And, weirdly enough, you do. Even with his mouth mere millimeters away from yours, you don’t feel like running away. You let yourself admire him for a little longer, and use Chan being busy in his room as an excuse to do so. His lips are just barely parted, eyes fully open as they reflect the light above his head, and you really want to kiss him. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question slips past your lips before you can even think twice about it. 

It takes him a while to answer – his gaze drops to your lips before he looks into your eyes again, and you swear your whole body is on fire when his hand comes up to cup your cheek. Gently. Softly. It’s different than earlier, the way he’s looking at you. Someone looking at the scene from outside, someone that didn’t know Lee Minho, might’ve mistaken his gaze for a sense of surprise or nervousness, but when you looked at him and he looked at you, it was obvious he wanted to kiss you just as badly as you wanted to kiss him. 

“Yeah,” He replies finally.

Your heart jumps at that, and while you’re busy figuring out how to calm down and actually kiss him like you had intended, Minho takes the matter into his own hands. Literally. 

His fingers grab at your jaw as he leans down and connects his lips to yours – fully, this time, nowhere near as gently as he did in front of the cafe. You’re unable to move at first, eyes closed as you focus on the feeling of his mouth moving against your own. He pulls you flush against his body, hand grabbing at your hip and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer – until you feel the warmth from his chest as you’re pressed up against it. 

Your hands wander down to his stomach and trace his muscles, mouth parting in a soft smile when he shivers. Minho takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, groaning quietly as he gets lost in the taste of you – and at the same time making you think that sound might just be the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

He pulls away to breathe, eyes scanning your face – shimmering in the light. But that only lasts a short moment, before he kisses you again, hands on your waist as he pushes you against the door to the bathroom. Faintly, you can hear the music grow louder from Chan's room, but it doesn't matter, none of it does, because you're here, kissing Lee Minho like your life depends on it. And to some degree, you suppose it does. 

Minho’s hands move from your waist to slip under your shirt and you shiver when his fingers brush over your stomach – it's the first time he's touching you like this and it has your whole mind going into overdrive. He must notice the effect he has on you because you hear him chuckle quietly against your neck when his lips move to suck marks into the skin right below your ear. You bury your hands in his hair and tug on it when his tongue swipes over the spots that have you shivering in delight.

“Shit, want you so bad, kitten,” Minho purrs against your cheek before he pulls away, and his words make the heat between your legs even more unbearable. 

His eyes are darkened, hands moving a little lower and grazing your hip. God, he really knows how to drive you crazy. The corners of his lips quirk upwards when you shiver, his smirk showing he's satisfied with the effect he has on you. And there's not really anything you can do to prove him wrong because you're going crazy with every little touch of his. 

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him again, but as soon as his lips touch yours, you hear footsteps shuffling and someone knocks on the door. It takes all of your strength not to let out a startled gasp when Chan speaks up.

“Minho, bro, you done there?”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, eyes widened, but Minho seems totally unfazed, even letting out a small chuckle that earns him a push when he sees your expression. 

“Yeah, I'll be out in a minute,” He says and you hear Chan walk off, letting you breathe.

“What are you so nervous about?” Minho asks and you glare at him.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I'm scared my brother will catch me making out with his best friend in the bathroom?”

He smiles and suddenly, you're not annoyed anymore. Not even when he walks away from you to get his clothes, though that isn't the ideal turn of events. If it were up to you, you would sit with him in this bathroom for the remainder of the day, letting him fluster and tease you all he wants. 

“You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me, by the way,” His voice brings you back to reality, and you observe as he puts his shirt on, just a tad bit too intently watching the way his abdominal muscles flex as he does so. “Just so you know.”

“For future reference?” You can’t hold back the smile that creeps onto your face, and your heart skips a beat when he mirrors your expression. He grabs the clothes he changed out of and slings them over his shoulder as he walks over to you and rests his forehead against yours. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Your breath speeds up as his hand slips under your shirt again, fingers stroking your skin softly. His eyes are hooded, lips glistening as he licks them, and then, suddenly, he’s leaning in and his lips just barely touch yours. It’s short, and delicate, you don’t even get to close your eyes before the sensation is gone and his hand is on the doorknob. Right, he needs to leave, or it’s going to raise suspicions.

“See you later, kitten,” He says and you pout, making him poke your cheek with his finger. “Don’t miss me too much.” 

“Why would I miss you?” 

He only chuckles in response and leaves with a wink sent your way. One that has butterflies swarming in your stomach as you wait in the bathroom for a couple minutes. How annoying of him to act like that. Guess there’s no way to hide your crush on him anymore. Though you suppose pretending like you weren’t dreaming about him touching you left the picture the moment you flirted with that waiter to make him jealous. Or, maybe, it was already out of the picture that day he came over too early and you felt yourself melt under his gaze. 

Or maybe it was all over for you when he arrived today and you realized that you were in too deep. Realized that your eyes don’t only widen when you see Minho’s abs, but also when you see his eyes, his hair, his smile. Realized you like watching him dance not because he looks hot, but because he looks happy. 

Realized you’re in love with Lee Minho, and there’s no turning back.

—

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

Minho’s voice makes you jump from where you're half-sitting, half-lying on the couch, watching some drama wrapped up in a blanket. It's way past midnight, but you're not feeling sleepy at all – whether that is because of the kdrama or the fact that Minho is staying over at your house, you're not sure, though the latter seems more likely. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” You say as he walks closer, your eyes lingering on his sweats and shirt a little too long for it to be considered appropriate. “Are you trying to sneak out or something?” 

“Why would I sneak out? Am I being held hostage?”

“You came here out of free will, so no,” You smile at him and he chuckles, eyes crinkling. It’s dark, and his face is partially hidden, much to your distaste, so you pat the spot next to you, looking at him expectantly. “Come sit.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and for a moment, you’re scared he won’t sit down. But then he plops down on your left, hand resting on your thigh that is covered with the blanket and making your heart bang against your chest. You didn’t expect him to sit this close to you, and you’re certain it’s showing from the way Minho smirks at you when you meet his gaze. In response you scoff – as if that’s going to hide the way your whole body is heating up – and let your head fall down on his shoulder. When you focus on the tv again, the drama you were watching suddenly doesn’t seem very entertaining anymore. Not to mention the main lead suddenly doesn’t seem handsome at all.

Minho doesn’t say anything for a while, and so you try to convince yourself this is just a normal movie night with one of your friends. Except your friends don’t smell like cologne for men, nor do their hands rest on your thigh when you watch a movie. And, most importantly, your friends don’t make your heart beat faster and your legs turn to jelly without even saying a word. It’s alright, though, at least that’s what you tell yourself when you hear Minho shuffling next to you, blood pressure skyrocketing from this mere reminder of his presence. 

Though that is in no way comparable to how you jump in surprise when Minho’s hand slips under your blanket instead, brushing over your bare thigh. Suddenly, you’ve forgotten how to think, your skin burning from the light touch. At least until Minho retracts his hand from your body with a worried look on his face. 

“Are you oka-” 

You don’t let him finish, grabbing his hand and placing it back on your thigh with a pout. He looks at you for a moment and then his face contorts into that ridiculously hot smirk of his as he squeezes your thigh. You try your best to muffle the whimper that’s threatening to slip past your lips, but that only results in some kind of choked sound leaving your mouth – making Minho’s smile widen in amusement. 

“Oh, so you did miss me,” He says and you’re about to protest, but he leans forward and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading goosebumps all over your skin when he murmurs against it. “Didn’t you?” 

“Mhm,” You mumble when his lips just barely brush over your neck, already making it hard to focus on the TV screen in front of you. 

Minho’s hand squeezes your thigh again as he drags his nose up to your jaw and presses a soft kiss to your skin. You shiver in anticipation, eyes fighting to stay open. There’s not much fighting left to do, though, because your gaze is already unfocused and when Minho presses another kiss against your neck, you lean your head to the side to grant him better access without thinking twice about it. Upon feeling Minho’s smile against your skin when he moves further down your neck you think that maybe you shouldn’t have given in so easily. 

Those thoughts vanish from your mind as quickly as they came when he moves his hand further up your thigh – your skin tingling where he touches you, chest heaving with each breath as your panties slowly start to soak through. His lips find that one spot that makes you press your thighs together and sucks marks into it, fingers moving in circles that, annoyingly enough, don't move towards the spot you need them to be. 

“What was that?” 

He’s referring to how you didn’t answer his question, you realize a few seconds later than you probably should have. If he’s making you forget how to think by just kissing you, how will you feel when he fucks you? Your pussy throbs with excitement at the very thought of that – at the thought of Minho’s cock deep inside of you, bending you over every surface. 

“Fuck,” You whine as his hand plays with the hem of your shorts. “Yes, I missed you, Minho. Missed you so much.” 

“Yeah?” His lips ghost over yours as he pulls your shorts down and you help him discard them somewhere on the floor. You can see how his eyes drop down to look at your legs that you've already spread for him, and when his hand rests on the edge of your panties, you think you're going to go crazy if he doesn't fuck you soon. “I missed you, too, kitten, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Please, Minho,” You beg him shamelessly. “Want you so, so bad.”

His fingers stop fiddling with your underwear and move further down instead, brushing over the thin fabric covering your cunt. You want to rub your thighs together to ease the heat between your legs, but his other hand resting on your thigh doesn’t let you, so you settle on looking at him with pleading eyes instead. 

“I know you do,” He says, pushing his knuckles against your clothed clit, and you let out a choked whimper, your whole body jolting forward to meet his hand. He tuts disapprovingly and delivers a small slap to your throbbing cunt that makes you moan a little too loud. Your heart is hammering against your chest, and it only heightens when Minho’s fingers start rubbing circles into your panties that are soaking wet. “That’s why you were acting like a slut earlier, right? Flirting with that guy. But he doesn’t make you this wet, does he?” 

You shake your head vigorously, but Minho tilts your chin upwards, raising his eyebrows. Urging you to answer verbally, like your mind isn't already going hazy just from how he's rubbing your panties against your pussy.

“No,” You manage to mumble.

“No?”

You shake your head again and in return, Minho presses his finger against your clit, eliciting a soft whimper from you. His hand holds your hips down when you try to lift them off the couch, but he rubs against you again, watching with a smile as you squirm under his touch. He's barely giving you anything and yet you're going crazy, your arousal dripping through your panties and onto his hand. 

“Minho, please,” You whine at him, your nails digging into his thigh. 

Chuckling, he grabs at your waist and helps you lie down against the arm of the couch so you’re looking up at him from below. He slips his hand into your panties without warning, letting his fingers run through your folds experimentally, the small touch making you shiver. He finds your clit and you let out a soft moan when he rubs circles against it, his other hand leaving your hips to slip under your shirt and grab at your tits. Your back arches, pushing against his hand when his fingers move quicker on your pussy. 

“More, please” You whimper in a tone so desperate it makes Minho’s cock strain against his pants. 

“More?” He asks mockingly. “God, you’re such a fucking slut. Have my fingers on your pussy and you’re still not satisfied?” 

His words make you clench around nothing, a whimper leaving your lips as you buck your hips into his hand. For a moment you’re afraid he’ll pull away or tease you some more, but to your surprise, it seems his patience has worn thin, because he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it and making you let out a choked sob instantly. The corners of his lips lift up in a smirk, but you’re in no state to comment on it when he adds another finger, stretching you out and making every word you’d intended to utter die down in your throat. You’re already feeling full, thoughts all over the place, body shivering in delight as Minho’s fingers tease your nipples. 

When he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out small whimpers of his name, trying your hardest to bite back your moans so nobody hears. 

That task becomes even more difficult when his thumb finds your clit and rubs calculated circles into it, your cunt clenching around his fingers with each thrust. You’re embarrassingly wet, leaking onto his hand, and embarrassingly close to cumming when you tear your eyes away from his hand and look at his face – eyebrows furrowed in concentration, arm muscles flexed right in front of your face. He must notice you’re looking at him, because his gaze moves to yours and he smirks upon seeing your expression, pumping his fingers into you fast enough to make your thighs shake and your back to arch. 

“Minho, I-” You’re cut off when he pinches your clit lightly, making you shiver from underneath him. “Gonna cum.” 

But you don’t get to fulfill that promise as Minho abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, paying no mind to the fact that you’re seconds away from reaching your orgasm. You look at him with wide eyes, chest heaving as you whine a small ‘no, please’, reaching for his arm. But he doesn’t let you rab it, pulling away with a condescending smile on his face and you think you might cry if he doesn’t put his fingers back where they belong.

“You want to cum?” He asks mockingly, looking down on you and you nod eagerly. “Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it, kitten. After that shit you pulled at the cafe just to get my attention? Greedy little sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” 

“I’m sorry,” You sob as he rubs your clit agonizingly slowly. “I’m so sorry, Minho, just please–”

“You’re sorry?” He tilts his head to the side, retracting his hand from your pussy. “That’s the thing, though, I don’t think you are. I think,” He pauses for a moment, only to push his fingers into you again. You moan when he hits that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, bringing you unbearably close to your orgasm with each push. “You’re just a dumb slut that would do anything to have her pussy stuffed. Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes,” You breathe out, a familiar feeling of pleasure stirring up in your stomach when Minho’s other hand comes up to play with your tits, the sound of your pussy squelching with each of his movements filling the room. “Please don’t stop, Minho, please.” 

There’s no way you’re going to be able to hold back from cumming, it’s evident from the way you clench and unclench around Minho’s fingers like crazy. It doesn’t make him slow his movements, though – actually it makes him fuck you harder, fingers curling inside of you and palm of his hand pressing down on your clit.  

It takes a few more skilled movements of his hand before you’re reaching your high, legs shaking as you moan his name – probably a little too loudly, but in your blissful state you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when his fingers fuck you through it, his lips on yours the second you’ve calmed down enough to breathe properly. He kisses you roughly, but not messily, and his arm lifts your back off of the couch and presses you against him. 

He’s still fully clothed, you realize, and your hands find their way to the hem of his shirt. You take it off of him, happy he doesn’t protest, pulling away from the kiss to admire the muscles you’ve only seen an outline of during his dance practices. And despite the fact you just came, you can feel another pool of arousal forming between your thighs when you do so.

“You’re staring, kitten,” He comments, and you turn your gaze away, feeling your face heat up. It's not your fault he's hot, after all. You hear him scoff and then he tilts your chin up to look at him again. “Didn’t tell you to look away, though, did I?”

You decide to ignore him and his annoyingly sexy smirk completely, and focus on unzipping his pants instead. He swats your hand away when you try to pull them down his legs and stands up from the couch, taking them off together with his boxers. Your eyes go wide when his cock stands proudly against his lower stomach. 

The sight of him is enough to make your mouth water, hands already reaching out to touch him from where you’re sitting on the couch. He only laughs, though, planting your hands at your sides as he kisses you, tongue swiping across your lower lip. You whine into his mouth at the fact that you can’t touch him, but he disregards it, pulling you closer so your nipples graze his chest – making you shiver. Maybe you would’ve believed this was an accident not meant to make your pussy grow wetter if it wasn’t for how he pushes his thigh between your legs right afterwards, rubbing it exactly against your clit so you let out a broken whimper.

If he wants to drive you crazy, he’s definitely succeeding. 

“Minho, I–” You close your eyes when he grabs you by your hips, dragging your folds across his thigh like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Like he’s not making your whole head spin by just tightening his leg muscles. 

“You…?” He’s thoroughly enjoying this, it’s evident in the way he’s smiling condescendingly, hands holding down your hips so you can’t get rid of the dizziness that comes with your pussy being pressed against his flexed thigh. “Come on, surely you can form words, right? Or have you gone completely dumb just from sitting on my thigh?” 

“N-no,” You protest – albeit not very convincingly since you’re basically whimpering, holding onto his biceps for dear life. “I– Please, fuck me, Min. Need it so bad, please.” 

A sound dangerously close to a growl escapes him at your words and before you know it, he’s turned you around. You’re on all fours now, his bare cock brushing against the curve of your ass as he leans forward so his chest touches your back. He helps you position your hands on the arm of the couch– which you’re thankful for because now you have something to grip onto when his hand moves lower to squeeze your tits. It’s driving you crazy how long it takes for him to position himself at your entrance, so you push your hips backwards to meet his, earning yourself a small groan from him as he spreads your legs. 

“You’re so fucking needy,” He purrs, dragging his cock across your folds and watching as you push your hips back, as if to urge him to fuck you already. Somewhere along the way, when his dick is coated with your arousal, he complies and starts pushing into you – your eyes rolling to the back of your head already as the tip slips past your walls. 

He pushes in further, your head spinning as you feel him fill you up. It’s too much and too little at the same time – you want him to move, to make you see stars, but you’re partially already seeing them when his cock is halfway inside of your pussy. Your fingers grab at the couch as he bottoms out, his dick . You hear Minho chuckle, or maybe he’s saying something, you can’t tell, all too focused on the feeling of starting to rock his hips into yours slowly, his cock sliding against your walls and brushing against your clit in a way that makes you moan. 

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” His mouth touches your ear as he speaks, and when you nod, he rewards you with thrusting into you a little harder. Your cunt clenches around him like crazy, and he presses his fingers into your hips. “Staring at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice, always wearing those short skirts around me. Acting like a slut just to get your pussy stuffed with my cock.” 

You whimper at his words, clamping down on his length in response. “That’s not what–”

“That’s not what you wanted?” You can’t see him, but you can imagine his head tilted to the side, the condescending look that gets you embarrassingly wet in his eyes. That thought only makes you tighten around him again and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks again. “Your pussy doesn’t seem to agree, though, kitten. Seeing how it’s begging me to fuck you harder.” 

He doesn’t really leave you any room to respond as he drives his cock deeper into you, your whole body falling forward with his movement, mouth hanging open as you whimper. You half-expect him to take it slow and tease you some more, but it seems he’s grown tired of that, because the next thing you know he’s lifting your leg to the side to get better access, thrusting so deep inside of you that your vision goes blurry. He’s testing the waters, but as soon as he hears you whimper his name and beg for more, he doesn’t hold back, letting his hands draw your hips back just when he draws his hips forward. 

“Fuck, Min–” Your jaw goes slack as his hand comes up to slap your tits, other arm busy keeping your leg up so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle. 

“Hmm?” He hums carelessly, finger brushing against your nipple as he pumps his cock into you faster, your moans getting louder and arms starting to shake. And if it wasn’t hard enough for you to keep yourself up while he’s fucking you, Minho decides to make it even more difficult by dropping his hand to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

If you were having a hard time forming words earlier, you are incapable of it by now. You try to muffle your moans, but when Minho finds that one spot that makes your toes curl and starts hitting it repeatedly with his cock, you can’t even bring yourself to care if anyone hears you. He’s reaching farther than your fingers – or anyone else’s, for that matter – have ever reached, and you’re almost entirely sure you can feel him in your stomach when he pushes you against him to reach even deeper. 

“Min, feels so–” You’re struggling to sort out your thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence, and his hand moving quicker on your clit doesn’t exactly solve that problem. “So good.” 

“Yeah? You’re such a slut for my cock, taking everything I give you,” He lands a slap on your ass as if to punctuate his words, and you clench around him in response, moans turning into whimpers and sobs that are way too loud. Minho notices, and lets go of your clit to push his fingers into your mouth, successfully muffling the sounds you’re making. You moan around them, and he groans into your ear as you suck on them diligently. “Such a good girl when you’ve gone too dumb to act like a fucking brat.”

His words only make your pussy clamp down on his cock again, a feeling of bliss stirring up in your stomach as you’re pushed closer to the edge with each sharp thrust of his hips. Minho doesn’t miss the way you’re tightening around him like crazy, drooling on his fingers and going completely silent except for the broken whimpers of his name that leave your mouth. 

“Yeah? You like being my good girl?” 

At first you don’t think he wants you to reply, so you only push your hips into his cock in response and take his fingers deeper into your mouth. But then he removes his digits from your lips, and you can vaguely hear him lick them clean off your spit before his hand grabs at your hair and tugs lightly, urging you to say something. 

“Yes, fuck,” He lets go of you and lets you sink down on the couch, your sobs muffled against the pillows as you beg him. “More, please, Minho, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah, me too,” He groans into your ear, fingers playing with your clit once again. “You gonna let me cum inside, kitten? Stuff your pussy full of my cum?”

“Yeah,” You sob, nails digging into the couch. 

“Good girl.” 

Minho lands a slap on your clit and it sends you over the edge, your cunt clenching around him uncontrollably. He cums after less than five seconds, letting out the hottest groan you’ve ever heard in your life as his cum fills you up. You swear the feeling of his load coating your walls almost makes you want to go for another round, but as the post-orgasm bliss fades and your head clears, you realize you’re way too exhausted for that. 

You whine when Minho pulls out of you and he chuckles, pulling you into his arms the moment he lies down. 

“You did so well, baby,” He whispers and you hum in appreciation, pressing your face between his bicep and chest. You feel him pull a blanket over you before his lips press against your forehead in a soft kiss. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You say and kiss his collarbone. 

About fifteen minutes pass in silence before he speaks again.

“I want you.”

His voice catches you a little off guard, eyes fluttering open only to meet his gaze. After having tried to fall asleep it feels weird to hear a sound right next to your ear. Besides, you were certain he'd already fallen asleep, but it seems he's more awake than you are. 

It takes a second for your sleepy brain to register his words and when you do, your eyes widen a little and you laugh nervously.

“Again?”

“Not like that,” He chuckles lowly upon seeing your expression – a sound you want to bottle up and listen to every night from now on. The smile slowly fades from his face as he cups your cheek and you’re left admiring his face, waiting for him to say something more. And when he finally does, you swear his voice shivers a little. “I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend.” 

Oh, your heart. Your poor heart. You’re afraid it won’t last very long if you do say yes and date Lee Minho, considering it’s about to jump out from your chest at the very question. Trying to calm yourself down, you almost don’t notice the way Minho bites his lips nervously as he waits for you to respond. Almost.

“Okay,” You say finally, trying to sound as calm as possible and failing miserably. The excitement is too evident in your voice, but at least it makes Minho smile from where he’s lying across from you, his thumb stroking your lower lip.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” You grin, too. “Let’s date.”

“Okay,” Minho presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms. He smells like his shampoo and a hint of sex. He smells like home. “Goodnight, girlfriend.”

You don't think you’ve ever smiled this wide.

“Goodnight, boyfriend.” 

—

“Syrup?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You’re currently sitting by the dining table, chin resting on your hand as you observe Minho scurrying around the kitchen, making breakfast. He’s been up for an hour at least, judging from the amount of pancakes on your plate and his hair that frames his face so nicely there’s just no way he woke up like that. Chan’s upstairs (which you thank god for because when you walked into the kitchen roughly ten minutes ago, the first thing you did was pull Minho in for a kiss) letting you admire Minho in silence. And, truthfully, you can’t fight back the smile that appears when you think of the fact that he's making breakfast for you. That he’s your boyfriend. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, pouring syrup over your pancakes, and you know he’s already figured out the answer. 

“Definitely not you,” You reply and he rolls his eyes, closing his fingers around your chin as he tilts it upwards. 

“Brat.” 

You grin. “You like it.”

“Not when I can’t fuck your brains out, I don’t.” 

You’re about to respond, but then you hear someone walk down the stairs and Minho lets go of your jaw, turning back to his pancakes. 

“Good morning,” Chan says, and you sigh, making Minho sport a smirk you only catch a glimpse of when he places some pancakes on your brother’s plate. “Oh, you made pancakes.”

Yeah, not for you, though, you think to yourself. Chan catches your gaze as you glare at him and raises a brow. You ignore him and eat your pancakes, only subtly looking at Minho from time to time. After ten minutes. give or take, he’s cleaned the dishes and practically the whole kitchen, the veins on his arms making it very hard for you to focus on anything else when he rolls up his sleeves. 

“I need to get going,” He says after that and sends you the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. You pout at that and he pokes your cheek with his finger in response. Something that makes your eyes widen ever so slightly, because your brother is in the same room as you two. “I’ll see you around, Chan.” 

Chan nods and Minho leaves, and you’re left sitting in silence, already fishing out your phone to text your boyfriend and complain about how he left way too early. 

“You like Minho,” The statement slipping past your brother’s lips makes your head snap up in shock, eyes wide open. You open your mouth to say something, but he doesn’t let you. “And he likes you.”

It’s not a question, so you don’t reply. 

“He told me about it, you know. We were talking about some dumb shit in my room yesterday, I don’t even remember what, and then all of a sudden he’s telling me he’s in love with you. Can you imagine?”

Your heart stops at that. Minho told Chan about you? Told him that he’s in love with you? You have to work really hard to keep a smile from forming at your lips when you think of him telling your brother that he wants to date you. 

“And what did you do?”

“I wanted to beat him up first,” Chan admits, and his smile makes your heart loosen up a little. “But then I thought about it, and he’s a really good guy. He deserves to be happy. And so do you. And you look really goddamn happy to me. Even happier than when I took you to Disneyland, and while that’s actually kind of mean, I’m still happy for you.” 

It’s like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. A heavy one at that. You think you might just start crying from happiness any second. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You hug him tightly, jumping up and down before pulling away with the biggest grin on your face. 

“No need to thank me. Just use protection, okay?” He sends you a stern look, and you nod eagerly, not really listening to what he’s saying. “And no fucking in this house.”

Oh. Oh. 

“Right, uh,” You smile nervously, and he raises a brow, when you walk closer to the door. Shit, you’re so screwed. 

“Maybe you should’ve established these rules a little sooner.” 

And with those words, you run off – partly because you’re afraid Chan might kill you, but mostly because you’re ready to jump Minho’s bones after what you hear from your brother. What you don’t expect is for him to stand right outside the door as you sling it open – hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. 

“You guys done talking?” 

You don’t respond, just look at him. Like, really look at him. His eyes, his hair, his mouth, his smile. You take it all in like it’s the first time seeing him – though it’s not, because you’ve looked at him like this plenty of times, felt those butterflies in your stomach as your heart beats against your chest, lips itching to meet his own. Only this is the first time your mind manages to put those feelings into words, and although it’s a tad bit scary, it makes you happy. He makes you happy. 

“Asshole,” You huff in his direction, but he can’t take you seriously, not when you’re just barely keeping yourself from grinning. “You could’ve told me you were going to talk to him.” 

“Then you would’ve freaked out,” He says, pulling you closer by your waist, face leaning down so he can press his forehead to yours. “But look at you now, you’re so in love with me.”

A second passes. Then two. Ten seconds, twenty seconds. You realize you could watch him like this forever. 

“You know what? You might just be right. Maybe I am in love with you.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. 

“Good. Because I’m in love with you, too.”

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[cleoooelizabeth]

rumour - j.wy 18+

🍬 pairing - wooyoung x afab reader

🍬 genre - smut and fluff, lil angst idk

🍬 word count - 3.2k

🍬 synopsis - wooyoung was tired of pretending he didn't want you

🍬 warnings - 18+ mdni, mean woo, like asshole woo at the start, reader also kinda mean, lil slut shaming but they don't mean it, unprotected sex, like no foreplay sorry they're horny, not super dirty just a lot of dirty talk

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“Please Y/N, I want to go so bad.” 

“That pout doesn’t work on me Woo,” you rolled your eyes. That was a lie, you had already caved before he bought out the puppy dog eyes but you didn’t want to seem weak.

“I’ll do anything! I can’t turn up to Hongjoong’s birthday party without you, he’d kill me.” Wooyoung whined, he was wrapped around your arm like a little kid as he begged you to agree to come.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, in fact you really did. But seeing your best friend walk into your apartment wearing tight leather trousers and a button up that was far too revealing was sending you insane. You’d always been attracted to him, it was hard not to be, but recently those feelings were getting harder to ignore. One drop of alcohol and you knew you’d be ready to pounce on him.

“I’m sure you can survive one night,” you replied, trying to shake him off you. “C’mon Woo, I don’t know why you want me to go so badly.”

“Because,” he drawled, “it’s always you and me. Y/N and Woo. I can’t turn up anywhere without you on my arm.”

“You make it sound like we’re a couple,” you rolled your eyes. His words were affecting you though, knowing he thought that way was enough to send your delusions going crazy. It was enough to fuel your daydreams about finally having him to yourself.

Wooyoung just looked at you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smirk that he quickly pushed away, “well, that’s what everyone else thinks.”

He shrugged nonchalantly as if it was nothing, but his heart was racing so fast that he swore you could hear it. Your eyes snapped up to meet his, one brow raised in question.

“And you just let them? You know how much I hate rumours Wooyoung,” you said with a sigh.

“It doesn’t have to be a rumour,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” You said, tugging on his arm and leaning closer to hear him. Wooyoung sighed and looked at you.

“I said, it doesn’t have to be a rumour. I don’t know how much more obvious I have to be Y/N,” he whined dramatically, his childish tone was wearing you down slowly, but you felt irritated. “I’ve literally given you so many hints, how haven’t you realised yet.”

You froze up, he had to be fucking with you. Wooyoung was a known flirt, his body count was higher than you could even count to, since when was he interested in you? But in that moment, his eyes wide as he gauged your reaction, it didn’t seem like he was joking. In fact, he had never looked so serious in his life.

“What are you talking about Woo? This isn’t funny.” You replied, frowning a little at him.

“I’m being serious Y/N, fucking hell how dumb can you be?” He said angrily, one hand coming up to grip your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He wasn’t angry with you, not really, he was just mad it had taken him so long to confess this to you that he needed you to believe him.

“Dumb? You’re such an asshole sometimes Wooyoung, don’t fuck with me about shit like this,” you tried to jerk your head out of his grip, but he just held tighter, forcing you to look at him as his eyes flashed with anger once more.

“I’m not fucking with you, you’re just too blind to notice,” he replied slightly softer this time, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip and pulled in down gently. The rough pad of his fingertip pushed past your lips before retracting slowly.

“Fuck off, if you really liked me you wouldn’t be whoring about every weekend, explain that.” You spat, a little droplet of saliva falling onto his cheek from how close he was to you. Wooyoung only smirked at this, he had to stop himself from laughing.

“God just shut up, put that pretty mouth to better use,” he said, pushing his thumb into your mouth so that it could rest heavily on your tongue. You had to admit that his touch was doing something to you, but you couldn’t let him know it had an effect on you. You bit down slightly on his thumb, prompting him to withdraw it from your mouth with a hiss.

Wooyoung didn’t waste any time, he tugged you forward and pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands automatically found their way around his neck, pulling him close to you as he took charge of the kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips and into your mouth, messily clashing with your own. A trail of spit dripped from your mouths, in any other situation and with any other person you would’ve found it gross, but with Wooyoung it was hot, you couldn’t get enough. You were entirely compliant in his hands, seeing this mean and harsh side of him was making you crazy.

He pulled back, gripping your cheeks in his hands as you panted out harshly, “do you believe me now? Or do I need to fuck some sense into you?”

Your eyes widened, only prompting him to smirk once again at you. He dipped his head down, mouthing against your neck and pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. Before you knew it, he had sucked a dark red mark onto your skin, claiming you as his for the night. You bit back a moan as his teeth sunk into the bruised skin before he pulled back and kissed over the mark he’d made.

“You really are something Wooyoung,” you said with a breathy laugh. “Fuck, how am I going to cover this up tonight?”

You ran your fingers over the tender mark as you looked in the mirror, Wooyoung just grinned next to you looking very pleased with himself.

“So that means you’re coming, right?” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. 

“You think I’d let you go to a party dressed like that alone? How do I know you’re not going to throw yourself on the next person who gives you attention?” You teased light heartedly, but Wooyoung didn’t take it that way, his eyes once again narrowing at your words.

“Were my previous actions not enough? Do I need to bend you over and stuff you full of cock for you to realise it’s you that I want?” His fingertips dug into your waist but not enough to hurt, he was teasing you, “you’re mine Y/N, and that means I’m yours too. I don’t want anyone else.”

He was gentler now, becoming more sentimental as his words turned less dirty. You had never imagined that your feelings would be reciprocated and so when he confessed to you it took a while for it to sink in. 

“I could listen to you say that all day,” you smiled, reaching up to tame a few stray pieces of his hair. “Sorry I called you a whore.”

“Sorry I was mean and called you dumb,” he replied. “But the offer of fucking some sense into you still stands.”

You laughed, bumping shoulders with him. You would never tell him, but you enjoyed mean Wooyoung, it was exciting to see him riled up like that because it was so different to how he was usually, the vulgar words he let spill from his lips was a side you wanted to see more. The atmosphere was lighter now, the two of you basking in the aftereffects of finally confessing your feelings to each other even if it was a little unconventional.

“Maybe later, yeah? First I need to find an outfit for this party.” You said, standing up and out of his grasp.

“You’re actually coming?” He got up excitedly, following you like a lost puppy.

“Of course, I don’t think I can keep my hands off you long enough to let you go alone,” you held out a hand to him and dragged him over to you closet. “Now can you pick me something whilst I shower?”

Less than an hour later you were at Hongjoong’s, fashionably late and hanging off Wooyoung’s arm. It was no different than usual, the two of you had always been touchy. But the large hickey you were sporting was a tell-tale sign that something had changed between you two. Wooyoung refused to let you cover up the mark, stating that he wanted everyone to know you were taken and the cocky smirk that covered his lips showed just how smug he was.

“There they are, finally- Woah Y/N, that’s some love bite you have there,” Seonghwa said as you approached your friends. They were all sat around drinking in the garden and Yunho offered you a cup as soon as you sat down, which you gratefully took to ease some of the nerves you felt.

Wooyoung pulled you close to him, his arm resting around your waist as he eyed the group. San was the first to speak up, clearing his throat dramatically to gain everyone’s attention.

“So, I’m guessing you finally told her?” He said, his words directed at Wooyoung.

“You could say that,” he replied with a small laugh, squeezing your waist tightly. You could see a look of confusion wash over the rest of the group.

“Is anyone going to fill us in?” Mingi said, glancing at the others for answers but they were all as confused as he was. 

Wooyoung shrugged, downing his drink quickly before pouring another, “I thought I’d made it pretty obvious I was into Y/N, but apparently not. Anyway, I finally grew the balls to tell her.”

“Grew the balls? You mean you called me stupid and attacked my neck?” You said, one eyebrow raised at him as a collective laugh circled the group. Wooyoung just rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leant in to press a kiss to your temple.

You fell into easy conversation, letting the alcohol settle in your system and leaning into Wooyoung more. He had been talking to Jongho next to him but quickly turned his attention back to you once he felt you slump a little in his hold, wrapping his arm around you and shifting you so you were half on his lap. You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his soft gaze as he leant down to kiss your forehead softly.

“You ok baby?” He asked, any trace of the mean Wooyoung from earlier was gone. You would never admit it, but you missed that side of him a little bit. However, you loved the soft caring side of him just as much.

You hummed, “yeah I’m good, you’re just so comfy and warm.” Pushing your head closer to his neck you kissed over the fabric of his shirt, pulling a smile from him at the gesture. 

“Did I tell you how good you look tonight?” He replied, kissing the top of your head since it was the only part he could reach now.

“Mmm, like four times now, but it’s nice to hear still,” you looked up, resting your chin on his chest. Wooyoung laughed, leaning down to kiss you properly. He could taste your strawberry lip gloss and the vodka mix that Yunho had made you. He went to pull away but you chased his lips, pushing harder against him as your tongue darted out to lick into his mouth. Wooyoung moaned softly, his hands grabbing onto your thighs to pull you onto his lap fully.

You pulled away briefly, tugging his bottom lip gently before going back in to kiss him again. His palms spread over your thighs, the warmth of his skin on yours felt incredible against the cold air outdoors. You understood you were out in public surrounded by your friends, but at that moment all you could think about was Wooyoung and how good he tasted.

“Get a room,” Yeosang complained, pulling the two of you out of your little bubble. “I don’t want to watch two of my best friends getting it on in the garden.”

Wooyoung groaned in annoyance at being interrupted, he pulled back and pouted at you before standing up with you still wrapped around his waist. You gasped, clinging onto him as he held you in his arms. 

“Fine, if you need us, we’ll be in the guest room,” he said, turning and carrying you into the house. You giggled, hiding your face in his neck away from the eyes of nosy partygoers. You could hear your friends cheering you on as you made your way up the stairs, legs tightly wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist until he dropped you down onto the soft mattress of Hongjoong’s guest bedroom. You had slept in this bed before with Wooyoung, but now it was different, and you could feel the butterflies filling your stomach.

“Fuck Y/N, you look way too good to not be wrapped around me,” he said, staring down at you as you laid spread on the bed below him. “I can’t keep my hands off you baby.”

You reached up to tug on the beltloops of his trousers, bringing him closer as he hovered over you, “then don’t.”

Wooyoung whined low in his throat, crashing his lips down onto yours as he yanked the material of your dress down your arms quickly. He was needy, the years of pining over you made him pent up with frustration that was now spilling over since he could finally touch you. You reciprocated this, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down so he could kick them off into a pile on the floor.

Soon enough you were left in your underwear, Wooyoung with his shirt unbuttoned the whole way as it hung off his shoulders to expose his chest. You couldn’t help yourself from running your fingertips over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he groaned as your hand inched to rest over the bulge in his boxers. “I want to feel your mouth too but that’s going to have to wait for another time.” 

You were secretly glad, as much as you wanted to do everything under the sun with him, you were sure you would explode if he didn’t fuck you now. You’d been turned on the moment he stepped into your apartment in those leather trousers, your underwear already dripping with arousal as he tugged them off your body to toss into the pile with the rest of your clothes.

Wooyoung ran his hand up your pussy slowly, dipping in a fingertip to tease you. That alone was enough to send your mind spinning, he pushed a finger into you to ease you open, adding another when you became restless. Once he had you writhing on three fingers he knew you were ready, you needed him fully.

“Please Woo, need you,” you whined as he withdrew from you to tug his own boxers down. “Want to feel you raw, please.”

“Fuck, are you sure Y/N?” He groaned, his hips pressing down onto yours so you could feel him. He was big, bigger than you anticipated, and your thighs clenched together at the thought of taking him.

“Yes Woo, I need you so bad,” you didn’t even care about the risks, Wooyoung was worth it. You hooked your legs around his back, pulling him impossibly closer as you rutted up against him, “make me yours.”

That’s all it took for Wooyoung to push into you, his cock stretching you out as he pinned you to the bed. Once he was halfway inside he pulled back, easing you onto his cock little by little until you were a panting and babbling mess beneath him.

“Feel good baby? Does it feel good to be wrapped around my cock?” He breathed out, leaning down on his forearms so his face was close to yours. You could feel the slow drag of his cock inside you until he was flush against your body, completely connected.

“God Woo, please I’m not going to last long,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close. He honoured your wishes, grinding his hips against you in a pattern that had you seeing stars.

“I’m not going to last long either sweetheart, you feel so good around me I don’t want to stop,” he gasped, hips stuttering a little each time you clenched down on him. You were both close, teetering over the edge of an orgasm you didn’t want to stop.

Wooyoung leant up a little, eyes catching yours as he took in the way your hair was sticking to your forehead and the way your eyebrows furrowed each time he hit that sensitive part right where you needed him. He was undeniably in love with you.

“Want you to cum first baby, cum on my cock for me,” Wooyoung said, punctuating his words with kisses along your neck and chest. “Cum for me and I’ll make you mine.”

That’s all it took for you to be pushed over the edge, crying out his name loudly over the sound of the thumping music below. He held you close, coaxing you through your orgasm as you grabbed on to whatever part of him you could, lips finding their way to his. Wooyoung pushed his tongue into your mouth, silencing your moans as he thrusted his hips harder against you to chase his own release.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so good for me, making me feel so good,” he whined, forehead coming down to lean against yours. “Going to cum in your cunt, fuck, going to make you mine yeah?”

He was babbling out incoherent sentences as he desperately chased his release, “cum for me Woo, please. Want it so bad.” 

He didn’t need much more convincing than that, coming with a shout of your name as he held you close to him. You felt a sudden warmth fill you, your bodies becoming a tangle of limbs whilst you coaxed him through his own orgasm, shaky breathes brushing against your face. 

Wooyoung slumped over you, holding himself close but never once putting too much pressure on top of you. It was those little things that made you realise you were in love with him too. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had sex that fucking amazing,” he said, slowly pulling out and lying down next to you. You whined at the emptiness, wishing to feel him for longer still. Wooyoung laughed softly at this gathering you into his arms and kissing your temple once again, “as much as I want to stay like that forever, this door doesn’t have a lock and I don’t fancy drunken men walking in and seeing my girlfriend butt-ass naked underneath me.”

“Girlfriend?” You asked, turning to look at him with a small smile.

“Baby I just came inside you raw and you think you’re not my girlfriend?” He asked, rolling his eyes at you. You whined, hitting his chest lightly.

“Be nice to your girlfriend,” you said, smiling at him properly now. He laughed, rolling over until he was leant above you, his breath tickling your lips from the proximity. 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, lips once again finding yours.

[cleoooelizabeth]

he looks like he works with his hands (part 1/2)

pre-outbreak!joel miller x reader | 4.6k words

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI, AFAB reader, , age gap, ex-babysitter reader, oral fem-receiving, pussy drunk joel, manhandling, abusive ex-boyfriend, some violence, protective joel, panic attack, anxiety

a/n: alright listen up, i seem to have a thing for joel giving y/n head first and then getting his fill, that being said expect a very detailed part two :) this first part is mostly plot and some smut, i plan on making this a two parter but it might be longer

“jesus christ almighty” joel muttered under his breath taking in your frame from where he stood leaned against his truck. he knew you were coming to visit, sarah had screamed when you called and nearly given him a heart attack. you were back in austin for grad school, the sweet girl you were you visited sarah as soon as you moved in. you had babysat sarah the summer after you graduated high school and one summer of freshman year, but then your parents moved near your out-of-state college and you never came back. and now you here you were torturing every breath exhaling out of joel’s lungs.

you were dawned in a denim mini skirt and a tight short-sleeved top that fell a bit short of the suggestion of fabric. your midriff was exposed slightly, showing off your honey smooth skin and your legs on display. it would’ve been completely suited for the scorching texas heat, but joel felt his head swim as the clothes clung to your curves and your face lit up after recognizing him.

“joel! you haven’t changed a bit!” your cheeks flushed as you bounded your way up the driveway. joel had to clench his teeth to stop from looking at the bounce that wasn’t just in your step.

“that a good thing I hope? you look well kid.” joel didn’t know why he added that last part, maybe it was a silent reminder to himself that the last time he’d seen you you were just a kid, and whatever he was feeling had to go. he didn’t notice the way your expression dropped a little at the word, you quickly disguised it with a teasing smile.

“thanks and yeah don’t worry sarah keeps you young, well as young as you could be.” you nudged him, moving towards the front door as he huffed out a laugh and you hated the butterflies that followed. you’d been a little bit in love with the man ever since that summer. god you had missed his voice, rough and deep and somehow still filled with all the confidence you wish you had. joel watched you walk to the front door like you were visiting a friend’s place and he had to admit he liked the notion.

joel followed you close behind as he picked out his belongings from his truck. sarah ran down the stairs and you laughed a little bit as she jumped into your arms. joel had to laugh at the theatrics, if he had known better it looked like you were visiting between deployments. “you’re so pretty, how did you get prettier?” sarah rushed out, excited and barely breathing as she spoke. joel couldn’t help but smile when his sweet daughter looked so excited.

“well, i don’t know about all that. i was gonna say the same to you, you grew up into a beautiful young lady. my little sarah’s all grown up.” you brushed a piece of her hair back, just like you remembered she liked it. joel felt his heart warm a little at that, even if it had been years since he’d seen you, you still cared for sarah just as much and that mattered to him. maybe you weren’t the stranger he thought you were. you and sarah caught up in the living room, joel sat and listened interjecting every now and then with questions of his own. you liked the feeling of being with them. you were across the country from your family now, so this semblance of family was all you could cling to. you blushed at the thought that made you could raise sarah like a daughter.

joel had trouble focusing when you shifted in your seat, your mini skirt not doing well to hide the maddening baby pink panties you had on. he was sure he was red, but he could explain that away by heat or a tan if he needed to. you weren’t any better, losing your focus when you saw him cross his muscular arms.

“do you wanna stay for dinner?” sarah asked and your face pouted a little as you braced yourself to disappoint the girl. her big brown eyes clung onto every word you said when you spoke next.

“i really would love to and thank you so much for the offer sarah-bear, but my highschool friends roped me into drinks with them at 9.”

“have dinner first, you shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.” he said it like it was a command less than a question, his voice gruff and your mouth dried up as you nodded obediently.

joel had asked tommy to pick up food on his way over, you hadn’t realized that since it was friday night you would be interrupting their family night. when you asked joel if it was fine for you to stay he leveled you with a pointed look, “don’t be ridiculous doll.” and you shut well up at that. doll. it wasn’t quite what you needed but it wasn’t kid. doll you could work with. doll would creep its way into your dreams and the hours before sleep when your core burned from need, from a hunger for him.

with that you sat down and chatted with tommy and he was just the same, hotheaded but kindhearted over everything. he spoke it like he saw it and tommy got kicked in shin by his dear big brother when he took one look at you and said “dam-“ you couldn’t even hide your expression in time, making joel snicker.

dinner felt normal, as if you hadn’t stepped through the door after 4 years. tommy had gone through some girlfriends while joel had remained single. you would hold onto that fact like the last hope for your sanity. sarah was in middle school now, she had troubles of her own. you listened to her gossip like it was your own, interjecting with your own advice, and joel couldn’t understand how you were so enraptured by it. maybe there were some things he just couldn’t help sarah with.

after what felt like far too short of a dinner, you had to make your way to the pub. you helped clean up with joel while tommy and sarah sat in the living room.

“do you need a ride?” you rotated the thought in your mind, you being stuck with joel in a small space. you’d rather not, after all your roommate promised that you had a ride home.

“i was just gonna drive over and my friend is picking us all up after.”

“alright take my number just in case.” you flushed at his words, he kept demanding you do this and that and because you were fucking gone for him you listened. it was his voice you told yourself, not his heady musk or his big brown eyes staring you down. you let him write his number down on a piece of paper and you nodded with a meek thanks as you took it from him. his hand brushed against yours it was so much larger than yours, they had calluses and scrapes on them. you had always admired joel for his work, and his hands showed exactly how hard he worked for his daughter. you’d thought about his hands more often than you’d admit over the years.

you gathered your belongings from where they were strewn about over the couch, joel had to hold back a groan as you bent over a little too much for his sanity. you said goodbye to tommy and hugged sarah telling her you’d be over more often since she wasn’t far now. joel considered asking you to babysit again but he didn’t want to detract from your studies. if you offered he wouldn’t turn it down. sarah was adamant she didn’t need one but he’d rather you look after her than his well-intentioned bible-thumping neighbors.

joel felt like he’d already crossed the line of friendly employer or even anything you two had before so he had to stop himself from insisting you take one of his jackets to wear out. it wouldn’t get cold but you’d be drunk and probably chillier than you realized, not to mention a small part of him wanted you to cover up when you went out. joel very pointedly ignored that incessant primitive part of his mind.

he did however watch until you got into the car and drove away, as if something would happen to you between the short walk over. your heart was beating as you left the miller’s house. you would have to shake joel’s scent and gruff voice out of your senses, you could feel them seeping into your bones making your head dizzy.

you needed to drink.

catching up with your high school friends was the distraction you needed. you had been in contact with them through the years but there was nothing close to being in front of them. hours ebbed and flowed as you drank and chatted. you felt a buzz but you weren’t drunk, your lips were loose as you told them how your high school crush had returned with more force than ever.

the drinks weren’t enough to dissuade the panic that dripped down from your head as your eyes landed on a familiar figure entering the bar. your ex-boyfriend had just walked in and your body went into flight or fight. your friends noticed your gaze and groaned as they took in your issue. your friend was speaking, their words far away and faded, only when they shook your arm did you hear them, “y/n are you okay, we can leave?” you didn’t want your friends to end their reunion because of you, if he approached you, you would just leave by yourself.

“i’m fine, hopefully he doesn’t recognize me.” you doubted it very much, he had tormented you for two years and took any chance to continue after you broke up. despite your anxiety being spiked you managed to make conversation with your friends, speaking quietly so as to not bring attention to yourself. it all became too much when you flinched when he looked in your direction. you were feeling more anxious than ever, excusing yourself to the bathroom to collect yourself.

as you walked away you broke into a run, scared that he would see you and follow you. instead of feeling better you felt anxiety wrack your body as you practically slammed into the bathroom. all your memories of your relationship flooded into your mind as you entered a stall and felt your breathing stop and your head rush as your vision blurred. you were having a panic attack and your heart was beating irregularly, were you dying? oh god, your hands shook as you pulled out the piece of paper joel had handed you earlier and your cell phone and typed in the number without thinking. it was now 11:30pm, joel was probably asleep. you couldn’t stop yourself as your shaking fingers pressed call

two dials later and the call connected, “joel i’m sorry for bothering you but could you pick me up.” you rushed out, your breathing labored as you struggled to calm yourself down.

“hey sweetheart, calm down, where are you? i’m coming over.” you felt tears prick your eyes as you tried to listen to his soothing cadence and his assured words. sweetheart. you were joel miller’s sweetheart, you could get through this.

“i-i’m at Donn’s, my ex is here im in the bathroom right now.” your voice sounded weak, you sounded like a scared little kid and it made you cringe, meanwhile joel was feeling anger rise at your statement. he had remembered how awful the kid was, he’d kept his thoughts to himself but when you eventually broke up everyone was happy about it. he was already out the door when you spoke, now he’d be speeding.

“i’m on the way, stay on the phone, what did you have to drink?” you wiped your stray tears as you felt your anxiety subside, joel’s voice and the distance you had put between your ex and yourself, grounding you. you babbled to joel, every now and then he’d throw in a follow-up question or a hum of acknowledgment, it all felt so normal you ached to talk to him like this more often. joel was calming you down, keeping you distracted, he was the only thing keeping you from another panic attack and you almost sobbed at that over the phone.

“hey joel?”

“yeah doll?” a shiver traveled down your spine at the pet name. you were so gone for him.

“thank you for this, i owe you.”

“you don’t owe me anything, i’d do it again.” you don’t know if that was joel’s southern hospitality or if he really meant it, either way you’d let that statement soothe you.

“i’m almost there, just pulling into the parking lot, take your time coming out alright, i’ll meet you inside?” you could hear him pulling into the parking lot rather quickly, you exhaled slowly as you told him you were coming and exited the stall. you quickly made your way to your friends, telling them you weren’t feeling well and that you would be heading home early. you told them that joel was picking you and you would’ve laughed at their reaction if not for the anxiety crawling back up your spine.

you waved them goodbye moving towards the door when your vision was blocked, you looked up to meet the eyes of your ex. your stomach dropped as your mouth went dry and you opened to speak, to try and get away but you were frozen in place. “hey babe, you miss me?”

“i’m not your babe.” you gritted out, trying to move past him when he raised an arm across your middle and you felt like throwing up.

“come on you’re still mad? i was just a kid.” anger bubbled up in your throat and your eyes stinged from frustration.

“get away from me.” you hated his touch, you wanted to scrub your body and push away the memories it brought back.

“such a fucking bitch, you still think you’re too good for me huh? you’re still as busted and arrogant as ever.” your vision was blurring and you couldn’t breathe, you looked down to your feet wishing that you could be anywhere but here.

“y/n.” joel’s voice brought you back to reality, you looked up, looking over your ex’s shoulder to see joel. he took one look at your watery eyes and crushed expression and saw red. your ex turned to meet joel’s glare.

“who the fuck is this?” you didn’t speak, your voice was caught in your throat but you took his distraction as a chance to move away. you quickly moved around him, standing next to joel as your ex turned towards both of you.

“let’s go.” joel ignored him, looking at you and trying not to break the fucker’s jaw. you could see joel was seething, his chest rising and falling and his brows furrowed in anger. you’d never seen him so upset, and you knew it wasn’t pointed at you because his eyes softened when they met yours.

“hold on pal i’m talking to you, you fucking her? she’s a slut don’t waste your time.” your ex put a hand on joel’s shoulder, trying to charm him and joel took one look at the guy before landing his fist square in his jaw. your ex dropped in a blink of your eye and you gasped as joel ground out a threat.

“don’t talk to her ever again, you hear?” your ex nodded furiously from where he lay on the ground, rushing out a yes in between a string of curses. you let joel pull you away, your ex crying out and wailing in pain as you left. you couldn’t think as you followed joel, his hand on yours. it enclosed yours fully, rough and warm around your hand and you let it distract you.

joel miller had just punched your ex and rescued you, you couldn’t think straight blinded by one thought and one thought only. you just wanted to-your hands found his face as you stopped in front of the passenger door, you moved quickly as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. joel’s expression changed from anger to confusion and then something else you couldn’t place in the streetlight lit parking lot. and then you felt panic as he didn’t look particularly happy with your actions.

“i’m sorry we can forget-“ you leaned against the closed door, removing your hands and creating some distance for him.

“no darlin’ don’t apologize, just wondering if you’ll remember this tomorrow.” joel could taste whiskey on your lips, he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he took advantage of you being drunk.

“joel, i’ve never felt more sober.”

“good.” he took the hand that had been holding yours, the one that didn’t touch your ex and tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his. they were looked like honey and you wanted to swim in them. joel leaned his head, brushing his lips against yours and you could feel his facial hair scrape against your soft skin. it lit a fire within you. your arms came up around his neck, his hand moving to the small of your back, deliciously pulling you closer and you gasped into his mouth. joel tasted like heaven, just his breath alone was making you dizzy as you let him explore your mouth and make your lips mold to his. despite his intimidating exterior, joel kissed you like you were the only person on earth, taking his time to draw gasps from you and when his mouth moved off yours to dip under your jaw you lost your mind. your hands came up to press his head into the space between your head and your chest, as he littered your skins with kisses and nips. you whined out his name, your legs shaking as you raked your hands through his hair, probably leaving it as a mess. you opened your eyes to take him in, his lips puffy and his hair a mess, his breathing was as hard as yours and his big brown eyes had darkened.

“joel, please.” your hands were still in his hair, as you whispered into the fraction between your lips between sloppy kisses.

“please what doll?” did you have to say it? joel could read your mind, your thoughts written on your face from your cloudy eyes to your parted puffy lips. you looked wrecked and all he had done was kiss you. joel didn’t think he could hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be sure. you shivered as he leaned back, his warmth leaving you and his piercing gaze making you squirm. you managed to cough up the courage to speak next.

“come back to my place, my roommate is at her boyfriend’s place.” joel’s eyes flashed with desire, his hand shooting out to your hip, grazing the exposed patch of skin above your skirt and opening the passenger door. you shivered against at the feel of his hand against you, god you were pathetic but at least you could blame it on the slight chill of the night.

“get in.” you didn’t think twice as you turned to get in, joel holding the door open for you and feeling his sanity crumble when your damn skirt hiked up again. when joel got into the car you began to take in everything that happened.

“is your hand okay?” he’d been carefully keeping it away from you and when he was driving. it didn’t look broken under the city lights but you could bet it hurt.

“yeah it’s fine don’t worry.” he showed you to prove his point, besides some bruises on his knuckles, his hand did look fine.

“you, uhm thank you.” you couldn’t articulate just how much it all meant to you and you didn’t know how to start thanking him for every single thing he did. joel nodded at your words, not really thinking he needed to be thanked.

“if he ever comes near your again, or if anyone talks to you like that, you come to me alright?” you swallowed down, meeting his gaze at the red light. you felt heat travel south, the prospect of joel being there for you if anyone disrespected you made you clench your legs together. pressure building in your core, joel had to hold back a smirk as he watched you squirm in the seat.

“yeah i will.” your voice sounded breathy, your heart was beating so fast in your chest you wanted the car ride to be over so you could feel his lips against yours again. you needed him so badly your hands itched to find home in his hair again.

the rest of the car ride was silent, only interrupted by you giving him directions to get to your apartment.

you made your way to the apartment with joel following you closely behind, his eyes not moving from the view of your curves. you unlocked your door, throwing your pursed on your couch and turning towards joel, he took in your place. there were unopened boxes strewn about and minimal furtiniture but the place was plenty big for two students.

“can i get you something to drink?” you stood against the back of your sofa, looking at joel when he met your gaze. his stepped towards you, hands finding purchase on your hips, his thumbs grazed your skin and you felt dizzy looking into his eyes.

“just you.” confusion flashed on your face replaced quickly by awe as joel sank to his knees in front of you, looking up at you for any sign of disapproval. you nod, in a daze, joel presses kisses up your legs as you lean back on the sofa for support, your legs feeling weak at the sight of him kneeling in front of you. you couldn’t believe this was happening.

joel’s face was at the height of your pussy, his hands on your hips to pull down your skirt, and you whined at the feeling of his hands on you, moving you to his will. you'd fantasized about the rough pads of his fingers against your clit, scraping against you relentlessly until you unfolded for him. joel pulled them down in one swift motion and was met with the sight of your infuriating hot pink panties. “fucking hell these have been torturing me all day.” you found your voice moments later as you processed what he said.

“you like them?” his fingers traced the edges so gently, punctuating your sentence with a snap of the waistband against your hip, you gaspedz

“like isn’t the word i’d use but they definitely made an impact,”

“i wore them for you.” you were barely processing your thoughts before they were spilling out of your mouth.

“yeah? you’re flattering me sweetheart.” joel’s fingers ghosted over your pussy making you twitch under his barely there touch.

“no i mean it, i’ve wanted you ever since i’ve known you.” you were leaning into his touch, preening at the small contact, joel’s lips twitched at your desperation.

“god amn’t i too old for you?,” joel wanted so badly not to think that what he was doing was wrong, but when you looked at him like that he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. you should’ve been with someone your own age.

“joel please, you're the hottest man i’ve ever known.”

“such a sweet talker baby, that’ll get you places.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed your clit over your underwear, you clenched on air when he called you baby. if he didn’t touch you, you might just come in your underwear.

“i hope s-so, oh god.” you whined out as he stuck his tongue out dampening the spot where your clit was, the pressure of his tongue on your clit even over the fabric made you moan. you felt like crying from his teasing, it was becoming too much for you. and joel sensed it as he pulled your underwear down on one swift moment, leaving you bare centimeters from his face.

“so pretty, angel.” you whined out, your hand coming down to intertwine in his brown curls, trying to ground yourself. joel tapped the inside of your knee, silently asking you to widen your stance while the other hand, the one he had just used to punch your ex clasped around the back of your other knee and lifted it over his left shoulder. you gasped at the spread, at the feeling of being so exposed for him but joel didn’t give you a chance to think too hard about it. his mouth pressed against your clit and you gasped at his mustache grazing your sensitive skin. on top of the maddening desire you had for him he was scratching against you, adding to your craze.

joel sucked on your clit, his tongue circling and stroking you until you cried out his name, he wasn’t letting you off so easily as his mouth moved south. his tongue licked up your folds, his mouth collecting all the arousal that threatened to drip for you. as if he was a dehydrated and starved man, joel moved impossibly closer pushing you against the back of the couch until it dug into your back and drank you in like it was all he had. his tongue lapping you up and delving into you for more, you kept giving him more and more and joel didn’t think he could ever have enough. you tasted so damn good, he’d remember your taste for days, for years, he’d let it haunt him as long as he could. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when joel decided it wasn’t enough, his other hand coming to raise your other leg onto your shoulder, his head now crushed between your thighs. your arms shook as you kept yourself hoisted up on the back of your couch. joel didn’t care, he wanted to drown on your ichor, he’d let you suffocate him if it meant he could continue tasting you. the desperation in his actions and his relentless mouth on you made you cum, your arms burned as they held you up and you tried not to squeeze joel between your thighs but you couldn’t help it. joel removed one of your thighs from his shoulder, watching you shake from the overstimulation as he lapped up your come.

“you taste like heaven darlin’” you couldn’t form a sentence you only whined out his name as you took in his slickness jaw and glistening facial hair. you were all over his face and you felt like crying. you removed your other leg and tugged at his shoulder for him to stand, joel used the back of the sofa to help him stand, crowding you against it. you looked at him desperately, you didn’t want this to end, you could feel his hard-on press against you. but you couldn’t think. joel was looking at you like you were god’s single most beautiful creation.

“are you gonna let me fuck you pretty girl?” his drawl made his words come out slurred as he whispered them in the space you shared between your mouths, he sounded drunk and you could smell your cum on his breath. you nodded furiously, your eyes wide and joel felt like you were the most willing prey and he was a predator. he couldn’t find it in himself to care, lifting you by the back of your knees and letting you point him to your bedroom.

[cleoooelizabeth]

Third Time’s the Charm

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: The Salesman x Female Reader

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Dominant Salesman, fingering, (Mention of slapping), fluff and fluffy aftercare, (He’s harsh, polite and fair.) rough sex in the toilets, use of mirrors, stealing, crying (From pleasure), Slight!Brat reader.

Word Count Total: 4474

Note: I LOVED Squid Game and desperately wanted fanfiction. The Salesman (Gong Yoo) just stole the show! And my heart and I wanted to share my words with the world! It took a little time and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game.

Main Masterlist

Tagged: @philomaay​

Summary: She always manages to con the salesman in the first two meetings. Their third meeting takes a different turn.

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[cleoooelizabeth]

You're ok with abortion?

Only when it’s completely necessary, like when a woman is pregnant and doesn’t want to be anymore. 

[cleoooelizabeth]

The Best Kisser

Summary: You were interviewed by Vanity Fair for their lie detector episode which went viral.. and Pedro happened to watch it as well.

Characters: Pedro Pascal x female reader

Genre: romance, fluff

Warnings: flirting, sex jokes

a/n: I am hungry for Pedro Pascal. He. Is. Daddy.

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"Who's the best kisser out of all of your co-stars?"

Your eyebrows raised. "There's a few on that list. I don't think I remember them all."

"Don't worry, we have that list." The woman took out a piece of paper for you to read with the camera zoomed in from above you.

"Ben Covington, Daniel Kaluuya, Grant Gustin? I don't remember... Oh, in that one episode of Flash, right..." You went through the list of names while talking to yourself and stopped.

"Looks like you know your answer?"

"Yeah." You handed her the paper back, pressing your lips into a shy smile. "Pedro Pascal."

"Pedro Pascal? Why?"

You glanced at the camera. "Just because."

Pedro paused the video, a smile lingering on his lips. "Ah, cariño, what am I going to do with you.."

Oscar's New Year's party was happening tonight. It wasn't huge, mostly just his close friends and family, and your goal was to reconnect with them after your hectic year. You're good friends with both Oscar and Elvira, and they had invited you to come.

"Y/N, glad you could make it!" Elvira hugged you.

"Hey! I brought my mom's famous lemon pie and some beers."

Elvira welcomed you inside. "Perfect. Here, let me get that delicious smelling lemon pie and you can put the beers outside -- away from the kids, you know how it is. Oscar's outside too!"

"Cool, don't eat all the pie!" You teased and made your way to their backyard.

Oscar was there as she said, talking to a few friends, and a certain friend whom you recognized. A very good friend.

"So, how's the night going so far?" You stood between them, surprising the two men with your presence.

"Hey!" Oscar gave you a hug, "It's been a while! How are you?"

"I'm good," You put the beers down and faced the other man. "Señor Pascal."

"Señorita," Pedro smiled, hugging you and placing a kiss on your temple. "I heard you're gonna star in a big movie soon?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Hopefully it works out well. Can't tell you guys what it is just yet, but you'll see soon enough."

Oscar had sensed there was something you two needed to talk alone, so he left to help Elvira.

You offered Pedro the beer you brought. "So how about you? Heard you're gonna be on The Last Of Us? That's a pretty big deal."

He shrugged, beer in hand. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. I have yet to actually play the game, but my nephews are elated."

"Well if you want to try out the game you can borrow my console, I have it." You mentioned, though later hitting yourself in the head when you realized you just indirectly invited him home.

He raised a brow. "I didn't know you're into video games?"

"I like to play sometimes, but it's just good to have for my nephews when they're over."

Pedro nodded while noticing there were more people now. "Hey, follow me."

You and Pedro met when you were shooting a movie, that was 2 years ago. You've kept in touch since, but it was hard to meet in person due to your busy schedules. In the movie you two worked on, both of you were the main characters and the chemistry was off the charts.

Sadly it didn't win or was nominated for awards, but you made a good friend out of it.

It wasn't until Oscar's kid's birthday party that you met Pedro again. You met Oscar through the first Dune movie, and you had no idea that he was best friends with Pedro Pascal.

"It's been a while since I last saw you." Pedro said. "I've missed you, we should hang out more."

You nodded, unable to deny the beat your heart skipped and the blush creeping to your face. You convinced yourself it's the beer. "Yeah, I've missed you too."

Pedro took you to Oscar's balcony, where there were only the two of you. This way you could see the fireworks while also have a private conversation.

"So.. are you seeing anyone right now?" Pedro asked. Despite him being confident in front of the camera and knowing that his fans pray to him day and night, he was still nervous when asking that question.

You were his crush for the longest time -- yes, crushes still exist even for older people. He didn't want to mess it up with you, he knew his persona could come off as a fuckboy who has commitment issues, but he's really not like that.

You shrugged, "Nope. I've just been focusing on myself lately, just.. going with the flow."

Ever since you shot that movie, the chemistry was so great that both of you wanted to make sure it wasn't just 'the high' from filming a movie together and getting too immersed in the characters.

"I saw you in Wonder Woman," You said, "Please never shave off your mustache again."

Pedro laughed, "What, you're a fan of my mustache?"

"Pedro, please." You smiled, leaning against the railing next to him. "I used to play with your facial hair all the time when we were shooting that movie, remember?" You unconsciously traced your fingers along his beard.

The realization only hit you after Pedro was looking at you with adoring eyes. You pulled your hand away and you could feel yourself getting red in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I.. don't know why I did that." You turned the other way, letting the cool wind hit your face in hopes that it'll cool you down.

Pedro chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand, hiding his victory smile and the redness crawling up his cheeks. Did you really just caress his face like that??

Taking a big sip of his beer, Pedro gathered the courage to look at you once more, noticing your (also) flushed face and he smiled. He might have a shot at this after all.

"So," He cleared his throat. "Best kisser, huh?"

You knew exactly what he was talking about. "You.. watched the video?"

"You went viral." He smiled, "Of course I watched it. How could I not? When my cariño is talking so sweetly about me.."

You covered your face, "Okay, so I complimented you. And yes, you were the best kisser out of all my other co-stars. Congrats, I guess?"

Pedro had a grin on his face, a teasing grin, and you're now looking at him with a knowing look. Mostly because you both noticed the change in the mood, noticed that the chemistry is back, and that you both wanted this.

You didn't know how long you two were on that balcony, but it was probably a long time cause the crowd downstairs were starting to count down the new year.

"10! 9! 8! 7!"

Pedro turned his body so he was trapping you between his arms, "So, princessa,"

You looked up at him, holding his intense gaze, waiting for him to finish his question.

"You think I'll still hold that title?"

Your heart fluttered, you could see the hunger in his eyes, and you knew you felt the same way.

"I guess we'll find out."

You said it in barely a whisper, but Pedro picked it up loud and clear. He snaked one hand behind your waist and the other on your face, pulling you closer.

Everyone counted from three, two, one, and Pedro smiled sweetly at you, holding you close with your noses touching before pressing his lips to yours.

This was probably the first time ever you've missed the fireworks, but if this was how you'd spend the rest of your new year's, you really wouldn't mind.

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a/n: in case you can't tell, I have a massive crush on this man.

[cleoooelizabeth]

burst of joy

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Update: How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'

As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update

Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.

As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.

If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:

For Website:

Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.

Image taken from @writerpeach <3

For Mobile:

Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.

Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.

Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!

[cleoooelizabeth]

Do not I repeat do not think about how Harry’s probably been for a run early this morning before the hustle and bustle of London truly begins , he made himself some eggs and a coffee pot before relaxing on his sofa , sprout clipped on his head , cosy sweats on spending his last Sunday in London before tour begins again watching some music documentary ( with the captions on 😩😮‍💨) just a soft cosy winter morning. Also don’t imagine yourself curled up against him don’t do it

[cleoooelizabeth]

Whenever I say "sorry guys" or whatever I am exclusively apologising to guys I am not using it as a gender neutral term this is because I hate women HASHTAG MISOGYNY

[cleoooelizabeth]

you’re a sunflower (i think your love would be too much)

muse: cha eunwoo x reader (3rd person perspective)

genre: florist! au, fluff

word count: 2628

warnings: none

notes: title from sunflower by post malone and swae lee

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Love is colored red like a rose, they say. It’s sweet and pretty and delicate, and when you find it, it should overwhelm you to the point where you’re no longer able to breathe.

Cliché? Very. Poetic? Enough. Romantic? Sure, if Eunwoo didn’t dislike roses so much.

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