For some reason today I have possessive thoughts about John. Like you're partying and random annoying human start flirting with him. Idk how I would react to that tbh...I wanna think that I would kiss him in front of this human or like somehow show he's mine, but tbh I feel like I would just be sad and nervous😭😭😭
Do you still doing blurbs? If yes I need something...smutty as usual🥺
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so sorry this took me so long. I went more of a possessive route for both reader and johnny because I love possessive freaks, so I hope you enjoy
Warnings: jealousy, grumpy reader, public
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You try not to let the jealousy that rises in your chest show on your face. You want to be mature and level headed about the situation, but the alcohol that swims through your veins makes your body flush in irritation as you watch the unfamiliar woman drape across your boyfriend.
You can see the way he cringes at the attention, his shoulders tense as he tries to put distance between them, but you assume she’s more inebriated than you as she seems to struggle to get the hint.
You put on the best faux smile you can manage as you walk towards them, Johnny’s awkward laughter hitting your ears as he tries to let her down easy. He notices you quickly, throwing you an exasperated look as you get closer, and you hate how annoyed you feel when the woman doesn’t seem deterred by his attention being placed elsewhere.
“Hello, my love,” you speak loudly over the music, interrupting whatever flirtatious words that were slipping past her lips as you push his drink into his hand quickly. You take advantage of your now free hand to grab at his jaw and pull him into an obnoxiously deep kiss, before you turn to the woman with a smile drenched in phony concern, “am I interrupting something?”
You hear the huff of amusement Johnny lets out behind you, his hand moving to curl around your waist as you stand in front of him possessively. You tilt your head as your eyebrow bounces up, staring at her with a challenging glint in your eye, until she mutters out a simple whatever, before she steps away.
You’re still glaring at her retreating form when Johnny places his chin on your shoulder, “never knew you were the jealous type,” he teases, his voice making you jump slightly before you sink back into him, “it’s a hot look on you.”
“I don’t like sharing,” you confirm, your voice almost coming out as a growl as you bring your drink to your now pouting lips.
“No one’s asking you to share,” he reassures, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear with a soft peck, “I’m all yours.”
“I know,” you say with a clipped tone, turning your head until you can look into his wide eyes, “m’just making sure everyone else knows too.”
“Oh you’re so feisty tonight,” he laughs in pure enjoyment, walking you backwards until his back presses against the wall, “I like this side of you.”
You grumble as he keeps you pressed against his chest, his hand smoothing up and down your side as he dips his head to kiss your throat. The woman is lost to the crowd now and completely gone from your line of sight, but that doesn’t stop the way you still stare at where she once stood.
You stand stoically against him, hiding the way his hands make you warm, until he nips at your jaw and forces you to pull in a sharp intake of air. Your hand was already wrapped tightly around your drink, denting the plastic cup inward, but when he starts to suck gently at your skin, you feel your grip tighten even more.
“I wanna be the good boyfriend and tell you that you never need to be jealous of anyone,” he starts, his hand slipping down to push against your lower stomach, “and even though it’s the truth, I can’t say I’m not a little turned on right now.”
You huff out his name as he punctuates his words with his fingers twisting into the fabric of your dress, your voice scandalized as he tugs at it until the fabric slips higher up your thighs. You move your free hand down to wrap around his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to stop his movements.
“Stop,” you command weakly as his strength overpowers yours. He ignores you for a moment, pulling your dress higher, until his hand shoots down until he can press his fingers between your thighs.
“Why?” He asks innocently, as if he’s doing nothing wrong, “you got to prove that I belong to you, it’s my turn now.”
You squirm as he presses against your clit through your underwear, dragging against the damping fabric in small circles. He tilts his hips roughly, grinding his growing bulge against your ass shamelessly, and you feel the jealousy slip from your body and get replaced by anxious anticipation.
“People will see,” you argue, the dark of the club and the bodies writhing around you only doing so much to conceal you.
“That’s the point.”
You feel your drink splash over the edge of your cup, the sticky and sweet cocktail you had ordered sticking to your shaking hand. You twist your hips against him, fighting his touch halfheartedly, until he lays his palm flat against you and rubs against you harshly.
You gasp when you feel his fingers prodding at the damp spot that formed on your underwear, his digits dipping to push the wet fabric into you as he grunts in appreciation. You’re hyper aware of your surroundings, the strange man only a few feet in front of you who turns his head in curiosity making you tense and whine, but when he loses interest quickly and returns to his conversation without question, you let out a soft sigh of relief.
He starts fucking you shallowly, pushing the fabric deeper and deeper inside of you until your hips start rocking against him. You feel your entire body flush in embarrassment, the way he toys with you so proudly making you want to shrink, but when he digs the heel of his hand into your clit, all you can do is whine and claw at his skin.
You glance down hesitantly, the way the dancing lights bounce off his tensing muscles making you feel dizzy, and the sight of your dress bunched around your hips making your jaw fall open. The sticky warm air of the room clings to your skin, your arousal and heated breath adding to the humidity around you, and when he pushes his foot between yours to kick your legs further apart, you can’t stop the soft sob that falls from your lips.
Your head falls back over his shoulder when he starts to lick at your neck, his voice coming out gruff as he mumbles possessive claims of owning your body fully, and you feel dirty and exposed as the bass shakes the floor beneath your feet.
“Are you gonna come?” He asks bluntly as he scrapes his teeth along your skin, pushing his hand tighter against your clit, “gonna ruin those pretty little panties when anyone could look over and see you?”
You can only groan in response, your legs shaking as the knot in your stomach tightens. You bite harshly down on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds that threaten to claw out from the back of your throat, but when he pushes your underwear aside and slips his fingers against your slick skin, you lose your sense completely.
“Do you think she can see you?” He asks with a taunting tone, reminding you of the woman before and making anger light up in your chest again, “do you think she’s watching us and just wishing she could be in your place?”
You scratch long burning red marks up his arm, reveling in the way he hisses in pleasured pain, before you squeeze at him to hold yourself steady. You hate him for bringing her up, reminding you of what got you in this position in the first place, but the idea of her watching you and seeing what she can never have makes the stimulation he subjects you to hit even harder.
“Come, baby,” he demands, abusing your clit with quick swipes as he coaxes you closer and closer to the edge, “show everyone what they can never have.”
Your body follows his command immediately, your muscles tensing as you come against his fingers. Your back curves deeply and you hear the broken sounds that slip off your tongue as you’re completely wrapped in pleasure.
“That’s it,” he encourages, toying with you as he watches the way your face twists with intense eyes, “you’re all mine.”
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My favourite Minho to think about is a shy little babie Minho in love, I mean come on, is that not the cutest thing you could ever imagine.
Like, you catch him staring and he lets out a shy little giggle with a pink hue on his cheeks. You'd just be unloading the dishwasher talking to about nothing and everything, he'd take the few steps it takes to be in front of you, grab your face and give you a big ol smooch on your cheek cause youre just so cute he cant help it.
He's trying to get better at expressing his emotions, good or bad, but still, telling you just how much he adores you and is grateful that you're with him, is difficult. So it becomes your favourite bed time story, pretending to be asleep when he spills his emotions about you out. It's sort of like practise to him, talking about his love for you with you in his arms, he hopes one day he's ready to say it when you're awake and to your face. But you've already heard it all, all the stories about when he first realized he was in love with you, or when his friends adored you just as much as him that he had to keep you around. You'd never tell him that you were in fact awake all those nights, you let him have is moment. But it still makes your hear soar.
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH pain
came up with this scenario earlier with @rachalixie but like you crawl into bed with him one night after he's showered and he smells so nice you bury your face in his neck and start kissing and kinda sucking at his skin and he's a little taken off guard and he gets the red ears but then the next night you do the same... and the next.... and the next... and then one night as you're crawling into bed he tilts his head back to bare his neck in preparation and you're like what are you doing and he looks at you a little confused like what do you mean what am i doing... our routine
just reminded me of this ask.. very soft
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Are we still allowed to discuss the epitome of sluttiness that is lino and the zipper shirt ™? Yes? Good cause I had more thots about it.
minho’s about to leave for a work trip and is packing his bag. What he doesn’t realize til he gets to the hotel the next day and opens it up, is that you’ve hidden polaroids you took of yourself wearing the shirt™. With each photo, you’ve unzipped the shirt more and more, revealing just little more skin every time. Oh my are you in trouble when he calls the second he finds your little surprise.
buuuut what if you send him photos while he is away wearing the shirt?? Again, pulling the zipper down just a touch more every time. Until you pull the shirt aside a little and what? Would you look at that, you got your nips pierced. That boy would be frothing seeing that. Would gain a superpower in that instant and levitate to you, to suck your tits dry. To make you cum, cum, cum and cum again with just touching your tits.
That leaves you wondering why you ever thought teasing that man would be a good idea? Cause you know he’d get back at you tenfold. Edge you til cried out in frustration. ”Oh you don’t like this? I thought this was what we did now” that little ahole would snicker and then pull the piercing with his teeth, only to let go and make the jewellery snap back and sting a bit. But since he is the ever so loving partner, he’d put his mouth on you again, to sooth the ache he caused.
I was supposed to attack you back with changbin thots but look at me 😫 stuck in minhos web of babe-ness
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💀 everyone look away
why did i not think about wearing the shirt for him....
i realised after posting zipper that there was a zip at the bottom of the shirt too ya know the ones that can zip from the top and bottom and meet in the middle. wearing those types of shirts without a bra.. unzipping at both ends so like essentially all your skin is visible except your tits. slapping his hand away whenever he reaches for them. even as he's fucking you, you don't give in, watching as his eyes fix on where they're nearly bouncing out of the shirt. then he's begging. "let me see," he gasps. "they're mine."
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