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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 | LMH

wc: 3.6k

warnings: praise, marking (a lot of it), profanity, one (1) lie but it's harmless, possessiveness? idk minho just wants to show off, brief grinding, fingering, biting, finger sucking, semi-public sex? but like no one is there dw, car sex, unprotected intercourse.

note: i would say lils bullied me to write this, but that would be a big ass lie. thanks to @gimmeurtmi 's big brain for enabling my very horny thoughts about lipstick stains on minho. it was so hot we yelled about it twice.

BEFORE YOU READ.

standing in your apartment's doorway, you check your hair one last time in the mirror before turning to your boyfriend.

"do i look okay?" you ask him, looking at his figure that's crouched down to slip on his boots.

minho looks up, smiling upon seeing you're genuine about your question. "do you have any idea how much self control it's taking me to not rip that outfit off you?" he says in a soft voice, so much in contrast with his words and you wonder everytime how is he able to do that.

your eyes immediately leave his at the comment, "you could've just said i look fine." you mumble, cheeks heating up.

"fine is a criminal understatement." minho says, hands reaching up to rest on your sides from behind. you look at him through the mirror, the way he eyes you down almost makes you shiver. you wish you could have that effect on him.

he also looks good. way too good actually. the all black combination of high waisted pants and a zip up shirt you didn't know he owned made your head spin. matched with two belts crossed over his waist and a thigh strap that only accentuated his thick thighs, he looked criminally attractive.

but your eyes keep travelling back to his shirt. ever since he slipped it on a little while ago, zipping it up his toned torso, you can't stop thinking of pulling it back down. it didn't help that the zipper kept slipping down due to gravity, seems like mother nature was testing you tonight.

you also wanted to rip it off him, but you couldn't say that as confidently as he did. so you just settle on turning to face him and telling him you could say the same about him.

minho smirks in fulfilment at the praise and leans in, trying to steal a kiss but you move away. he blinks at you in confusion, minho was too used to getting what he wants, because it's usually what you want as well.

"see this?" you point at your face, swirling your finger. "this took forty minutes." you warn, letting him know that if he dares to ruin your makeup he will have to face consequences.

minho pouts, but he knows better than to argue with you when you're in scolding mom mode, not to mention how he watched you spend a long time doing it meticulously so it looks perfect.

still, he hasn't kissed you in more than an hour— which is too much in minho's books. "i'll be careful, please?" he tries his luck one last time, pulling out the soft voice and doe eyes card.

"i'll do it." you say nonchalantly, hiding the fact that his behavior made your heart melt. you cup his face and peck his lips, careful not to move yours on them too much. your lipstick was allegedly kiss proof, but you didn't want to risk ruining it before you even leave the house.

"that's it?" he raises an eyebrow, unsatisfied.

"what more do you want?" you mirror his reaction, teasing him further. you know he can't argue back when you nag him, it was your dynamic. he ruled the bedroom and you had your way aside from that, almost. "makeout before the party even starts?"

"oh so we are making out once the party starts. sweet." he smiles, taking advantage of your wording. smooth fucker.

"no. not in front of your friends."

"why do you think i want you to be there?"

"because i'm also jisung's friend?" you answer, not sure what he's hinting at. you were close to minho's friends, but just enough to hangout occasionally from time to time. you knew them through him after all, and were still a bit awkward. jisung was probably the closest one to you in comparison to the others, so he actually insisted that you come. minho on the other hand, had different thoughts.

"that, but also to brag about what i can pull." he says proudly, like he's talking about a trophy. he knew a slightly bigger circle of jisung's acquaintances were invited, some of which he wanted to prove some points to. "of course we're making out."

you scoff at his answer. is there really anything to brag about here? minho was hot and respectful. pulling partners wouldn't be an issue for him at all. "well, you can pull way better than me so that doesn't prove much." you mutter honestly, looking down.

"don't be ridiculous, honey." he grins, "i've definitely hit the jackpot with you." minho steals a kiss on your cheek before scurrying away, reaching for the door.

"i said don't touch!"

♡

as you reach your destination, he leans his cheek towards you, asking for a kiss. "thank the driver." minho demands.

you roll your eyes before obliging, a small smile on your face nonetheless. he didn't have to use that excuse, if he wanted a kiss he could've just said so— you were done teasing him about your makeup.

as he lets you walk a few steps forward, minho quickly catches a glimpse of himself on the mirror of the doorway to jisung and hyunjin's apartment, making sure your lipstick stained his cheek. smirking to himself in satisfaction when he sees it, he follows behind you right after.

as the night goes by, you've completely brushed away that incident. until you sit down next to him on the couch, having a closer look at his face after a while and your eyes widen.

"what's this doing here?" a tiny gasp leaves your lips while you throw your hands up to wipe away the smudged product. minho tries to stop you, but he's not fast enough.

"well now you have to give me another one" he huffs, disappointed.

"what do you mean? i thought you wiped that earlier." you grumble, hoping nobody saw it.

"why the fuck would i do that." he retorts, lips slightly jutted up, "give me another."

you sigh in defeat knowing he will never let you hear the end of it, leaning in to place another kiss on his cheek just where you wiped the first one. "thank god it's dim in here." you mumble.

"we haven't made out yet." minho speaks again just as you lean away. "you said we'll be making out at the party."

you eye him in disbelief at his attempt to twist your words— trying to have more just after he had his way with the kiss. "you said that. i never did."

"try to be more specific if you don't want your words to be misunderstood, baby." he shrugs at you.

"you mean manipulated."

"details." he waves you off, "now take responsibility of what i've been promised."

you look around briefly before deciding what to do with your needy boyfriend. the couch was very much in the center of the room. "not here." you turn back to him.

"i know where." he says, grabbing your hand before getting up.

"really? the kitchen?" you groan, having hoped he had a more discrete spot in mind.

"nobody comes here, trust me. food is in the living room anyway." minho pulls you against him by the waist while he rests his hips on the counter.

"fine." your eyes trail down from his eyes to his lips, then they make the mistake of going lower, down his neck and chest. the zipper of his shirt rests much lower than intended, revealing some of his toned anatomy. the way the fabric hugs his arms, defines his shoulders and waist— it was ridiculous, there was no way this shirt wasn't illegal somewhere. together with how delicious his thighs were looking in those pants while he sat next to you earlier, you wonder how you even lasted this long.

you bite your lip before looking up, "not like i can resist you any further anyway."

minho's face gravitates closer to yours, eyes fluttering shut when he joins your lips together. your palms rest on his chest, not-so-subtly feeling him up as he works his way from your lips to your jaw, then down your neck.

"min, don't bite. t'will show." you whisper, though it involuntarily comes out as more of a whimper at the way he sinks he teeth on the sensitive skin.

minho's considerate enough to listen to you, but he has a condition. "fine. you mark my chest then." he argues, since it won't be as visible once he zips his top up.

but still, the process itself takes a few minutes and there was no way no one was going to spot you while at it. "not here." you eye the way his lips are already stained.

"why not." he asks right after you speak, visibly frustrated.

you just glance back nervously, conscious of the people present in the apartment. minho takes your cheeks in his hands, turning your face back to him. "i'll stop you if anyone's looking. don't worry." he reassures, acknowledging your concern.

you believe him, comforted by his tone. so you tug on his collar, just enough to attach your lips to his neck. chest was too much for now, but you still wanted to do this. he leans his head to the other side, giving you more access as he sighs.

"all clear?" once you spot the pink mark starting to bloom on the crook of his neck, you glance up before moving to his collarbones.

"all clear." minho confirms as he checks for you.

you slip the zipper to his shirt down, now more comfortable to suck on his clavicle knowing that no one's looking and that it can be covered. minho relaxes under your touch, letting a deep moan bubble up the back of his throat.

"quiet, you're enjoying yourself too much." you scold him in a whisper for not being careful.

"keep going. there's absolutely no one in sight." minho purrs, arms tightening around you as he tries to fight the smirk spreading on his face. head thrown back to rest on the upper cabinets, his hooded eyes are fixated on his target, making sure they're still looking at the position the two of you are in. and they are, of course; not looking the least bit entertained.

so that was a lie. but he had some scores to settle. don't get him wrong, he's in good terms with most people. minho just thinks some of them should know better than to fuck with him— or you. more than one of his casual friends he caught checking you out everytime he brought you to any gathering or hangout. it wasn't subtle either, straight up ogling at your legs or waist or any part of your body the outfit complimented that day. they never acted further, but it was enough to push minho's buttons. and tonight, he wanted them to know just who you belong to, and what those pretty lips of yours can do.

"more." he looks down at you when your mouth moves away from his skin, zipping his shirt back up.

"this won't do, let's get out of here." to his dismay— or maybe satisfaction, you turn around to find the door, one of minho's wrists in your hand.

his other hand sneaks up immediately to zip the shirt back down while you're not looking, revealing the hickeys already turning darker against his warm blushing skin. throwing a last glare and a high, sassy middle finger at the men in the opposite corner, he follows you outside. it was petty, but he didn't care. all he wanted was to leave this fucking party before things got out of hand.

they do once you step off the elevator that you messily kissed inside and into the car though. the zipper now fully disassembled, his chest soon gets covered with more kisses and thus lipstick stains, making him lose his mind at the sight, and yearn for even more.

"mark me, honey." he encourages, "don't be shy, we're all alone now."

"i'm getting there, pretty boy. been waiting all night." you moan, practically salivating at how ravishing he looks— soft skin adorned with pink and purple marks, hair tousled and sticking to his forehead, and smudged lipstick on his puffy lips.

his hands flips up the fabric of your short skirt, kneading your ass while you continue to mark him. "fuck yes," he groans, "all mine."

"you're all mine." you say back, tracing your fingers down his chest. "so pretty all marked up"

he looks up from his position on the driver's seat at you straddling him, the contours of your lips all blurry from kissing him, like you've been sucking on a red lollipop— and minho's brain shortcircuits. next thing you know, he cups your jaw and brings your face closer to his, his lips on yours, passionate and impatient.

"i'm going to fucking devour you." he pulls away just enough to growl, then orders. "backseat."

"aren't we going home?" you blink at him, already dizzy. but he's impatient, hands on your waist already helping you off him.

"not anymore, i'm railing you first."

after you settle yourself on back of the car, you begin to pull on your cropped long sleeve top.

"just open it." he suggests, nodding at the buttons conveniently aligned down your chest. "love fucking you in your pretty clothes."

just as you're done doing that, minho tackles you down, lips crushing against yours first then down your body, just like you did to him.

one of his hands tugs down impatiently at your bra as he marks his way down to your tits, before he recollects just enough consciousness to slip his fingers under your back and unclasp it, now pulling it down. it's messy, you could just take a few seconds to remove everything and let him feast on all of you, which he loved. but he also liked having you this way, like he was messily unwrapping a gift just enough to use it— use you. the thought alone made your head buzz, how hungry he is to practically devour you, just like he said.

"now you're all mine too." he speaks, breath heavy as he eyes the painting he made on you.

you smile up at him, "always been, min."

minho now towers over you, or atleast however much the car roof allows. his shirt now hanging on both sides of his torso, chest and abs adorned in pink and purple marks. he pushes the belts around his high waisted pants up to undo the button and they rest prettily on his bare skin. as he pushes his pants down, your hand instinctively reaches to grab his side.

"slutty fucking man waist." you find yourself muttering, enjoying the view with a smirk. "so pretty."

it's a compliment, minho knows. he mirrors your smirk proudly down at you. "fan behavior." he scoffs, eyes never leaving yours. he knows he looks good, knows he has you obsessed.

"i'd say i'm doing pretty well for a fan." you quip, hand going down to grab his cock but he yanks it away too fast, taking both of your wrists and pinning them on top of you.

"know your fucking place." minho hisses, his playful tone suddenly long gone.

you huff in impatience, "fine. fuck me then."

you know he doesn't like it when you try to go through things fast. sex goes by his pace and his pace only. but you're so in need of him and you know he is too, so what's the point of waiting?

minho doesn't waste a single word on you, his grip only tightens, burying your wrists further into the seat now that it hurts and you wince. he lets go right after proving his point, sitting back up.

"you take this fucking cock when i fucking say so." he spits, putting you back in your place for even thinking of bringing that attitude near him.

when minho pushes your legs up though, you think you're getting what you want. but he only hooks two fingers inside your cunt after moving your panties to the side, his other hand busy stroking him. the cold metal of his rings against your folds makes your head spin.

this is fucking absurd. you know he wants to rail you, he just said that earlier. but just to prove his point further, minho chooses to make you wait even longer.

his two hands work easily on the two of you, being ambidextrous, he always made sure to remind you how good he is at that. he leans in again when he sees you writhing under him, tits perking up as you arch your back and calling him for a taste.

a kiss, a suck, a nibble. his lips wander all the way from your neck to your abdomen, covering you in even more hickeys like a starved man. you're loud as you moan at his touch— louder than what's considered discrete for this setting. it's two in the morning and you're in an underground parking lot, but that doesn't make it your bedroom.

minho reaches the hand that was on his cock up, pressing the side of his palm against your lips. "bite." he orders before dipping back down.

muffled moans leave you as you feel your high approaching when he pumps his fingers faster. helpless under his touch, you weren't sure if you were pathetic for even trying to order him around, or if he was just too fucking petty that he had to have you creaming his fingers before even dreaming of having his dick. either ways, you clench on minho's digits as your first orgasm hits you, his tongue playing with one of your nipples only sending you over the edge.

"tight fucking pussy." minho breathes once he retracts his fingers from you. "so greedy, hm? you want my cock when two fingers are enough to get you legs shaking?"

you bite your lips. he's right, like he always is. his hands always worked wonders on your cunt, but you craved more. in a way, the sight of him hungrily nibbling on your bare chest made you long for him to mark you as his in more ways than just that— ways that involved having him inside you, something he wasn't giving you that easily.

having no other choice but to beg, "please." you mewl.

"didn't catch that." he sarcastically says, putting a hand around the shell of his ear and leaning in.

okay, now he's just being petty.

"please, min."

he can't hide the satisfied lopsided smile spreading on his face, he loved being worshipped. "one more?" he tilts his head at you, like he's the one begging. so fucking ironic.

"please. want your cock, if you wanna give it to me." you pull out your best behavior, good girl mode fully on and you know it gets his cock twitching. a few bats of your lashes for good measure, a glance down on his cock for extra spice and you crack his shell.

"hmm, so good for me." he coos praise at you, pushing your legs up again and aligning himself with your folds.

"wait. take it off." you pull at his shirt, and he takes that opportunity to tease you further, if even possible.

"pretty girl, that'll cost you some more beg—"

"please." you cut him off, ready to beg again and again at this point. "pretty please. want to mark you more."

"yeah? your mouth will be busy though." minho chuckles at you, indulging you and slipping his shirt off. the two fingers that are still covered in your slick now tap at your lips, "suck. you'll need it."

as he sinks in, it takes minho so much self control to not lose his mind at the way your walls suck him right in. "fuck, so warm."

that little sliver control slips away when you whimper around his fingers, eyes already welling up with tears at the pleasure. before he lets himself get completely overtaken by desperate lust for you, he reaches his free arm up, wrapping it securely over your head that's too close to the door for it to be safe.

and now that he made sure you won't be hurt, minho moves his hips frantically on top yours to chase a high that was quickly building up. "so good, no one else can have this fucking pussy."

♡

your fingers trace the purple hues around your clavicle, eyes fixated on your reflection as you lean forward in front of the bathroom mirror.

"you're insane." you start, nagging your boyfriend once again. the dynamic transitioning right back after you're both sated. "these will take days to fade."

he only chuckles by your side, looking at you through the mirror while he rests two palms on the counter.

"what about these?" he glances down at his bare chest before turning around, "you even ripped my back open."

you roll your eyes, "don't be dramatic."

"dramatic." he repeats in disbelief.

"i warned you." you remind him, "said i was gonna mark you more."

you did, but he thought you were talking about hickeys only when he shoved his fingers in your mouth, not expecting you to dig your nails in his skin. your touch was always soft, claiming you don't want to hurt him when both of you know that the way your grip tightens around his biceps when he fucks you into the bed does nothing to him. if anything, it only turned him on even more, he wanted to feel your desperate attempts at "hurting" him.

"back is new though." he comments.

"this kitten can scratch, you know." you lift a hand to show off your nails, looking at him through your lashes. the slight pout on your lips is endearing to minho, your attempt at threatening him only makes him want to take control over you even more.

"hm, need to tame you then." his voice drops, the smirk never leaving his features. your sore legs almost opt to give up on you as a reaction, but you quickly try to cover the effect he caused by teasing him.

"as if you're not actually obsessed with them."

"i am." he gives you a mischievous grin, "snap some pictures for me, will you?"

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renjunsbabygirl · 1 year

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daddy's home - lee minho (pt. 1)

"are you sure you don't mind?"

"absolutely not," your best friend replied, letting your three year old daughter into her apartment. "you haven't had a date in a long time. you deserve it," she checked behind her shoulder to make sure your daughter wasn't listening. "and some dick, too."

you look over her shoulder seeing your daughter completely occupied with the fish tank in the corner of the living room. "it would be nice," you commented making you both fall into a fit of laughter.

"i should get going," you said after your laugh. "please, please, please call me if anything goes wrong."

"i've baby sat her before, i got this. go have fun on your date."

"you're the best," you said, pulling her into your embrace and kissing her temple.

"we know," she retorts.

you roll your eyes at her, calling your daughter over for a goodbye hug and kiss. you tell her to be good for her auntie and that you'll be back for her tomorrow afternoon. she nods, hugging and kissing you before retreating back to the fish tank. you tell (y/bsf/n) you'll text her before you leave for your date and she replied with an "okay" before basically shoving you out the door.

"and lemme know how he smashes them organs up!" she shouted before slamming the door shut.

a smile formed on your lips as you walked towards the elevators, ready to get home and go on a date for the first time in a really long time.

《☆》

your phone chimed as your finished applying lip gloss to your red colored lips. you immediately grabbed your phone, unlocking it.

seungmin: I'm on the way! can't wait to see you! :)

you smile, typing back a quick reply before setting your phone back down.

"i'm going on a date with a very fine guy. doo-dah, doo-dah," you sang, slipping on your hoop earrings.

suddenly, a knock sounded at your door.

you furrowed your eyebrows. is he here already? you check the message again and it's only been one minute since he sent the message, and you know that his apartment complex is fifteen (15) minutes away. he couldn't be here by now.

you stood from your seat in front of the mirror and walk to the door. you peak out the door hole and the person has their back turned towards you, leaning against the ramp. they had on a black jean jacket, dark jeans, and black boots. an earring dangled from their right ear, and they had shiny jet black hair.

maybe they're the person who moved into 325 last week and they're introducing themselves.

unlocking the door, you cracked it open ajar.

"hello," you greeted them. "can i help you?"

"i believe you can," they replied, turning to face you. the grin on your face fell when you saw who it was. you thought you would never see him again.

"it's nice to finally see you again, (y/n)."

"minho?"

it was your baby daddy.

a/n: my blog has been dead for almost year, and i finally got an idea to update my followers. i hope you guys enjoy this. more to come soon!

tags: @hyunjins--laugh @lovely-josuke

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moonlitstay · 1 year

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[11:04 pm] the stuffed toy cat in minho's hands stares back at him, making his heart ache. no matter how hard he tried to forget about you, he still found traces of you throughout his life.

the stuffed toy cat you had won him on your first date.

hair ties scattered throughout his room.

letters you had left him.

all of it reminding him of the night he broke up with you. while tears streamed down your face, he had walked away.

now here he is sitting on his bed, with the ghost of your first date, feeling selfishly lonely.

it kills him when he remembers the words he had said to you at the end.

he's the one who hurt you.

he's the one who broke up with you.

so why does he miss you so much?

#can't believe my first post is minho heartbreak im so sorry #lee know imagines #lee know scenarios #lee know blurbs #lee know au #lee know x reader #lee know angst #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz blurbs #skz au #skz x reader #skz angst

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minilinooo · 2 years

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Hii! It’s me again!! Could I request a Minho comfort fic? Something along the lines of “Thank you for staying. It just gets so lonely at night sometimes.”🍬

But could you also make it a bit angsty? Where the reader really needs company.(I’m still obsessing over late night settings so y’all have to bear with me)

lonely night -- lee minho

pairing: bf!lee know x gn!reader | genre: hurt/comfort |.word count: 997 | warnings: anxiety, loneliness, being overwhelmed, struggling with mental health

a/n: hi anon! i’m so sorry for getting this out so late, thank you for being so patient! i really love your prompts btw! they’re really fun to write :D thank you so much for sending them in <3 also i noticed you use the 🍬 emoji a lot so is it okay if i use that emoji to identify you in case you ever send in asks?

It’s been a hard couple of days. Things have been completely overwhelming revolving around your occupation, social life, mental health, and other things. Days started to feel long and repetitive to you and it was hard to be happy with where you were in life. One main thing you were struggling with feeling so alone. Yes, you have friends and people that care about you, heck, you have Minho - the absolute love of your life, your everything - but for some reason, no matter how surrounded you are by your favorite people, you still feel alone. It’s definitely not their fault, it’s no one’s fault really, it just happens and you absolutely hate it. It’s too much to handle sometimes.

Some days would be so hard, you would go home and just let all the tears out. You can’t help it, they just fall on their own. You feel bad because Minho doesn’t know anything about this. You’ve thought of telling him before but you didn’t want to make him worry or anything so you chose to keep it to yourself.

Tonight was the hardest night of all. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. Endless thoughts and worries took you away from the sleep you needed. Every toss and turn made it worse. All you needed right now was someone to be by your side. Who was that? Minho. As much as you dreaded telling him what’s going on, he’s the only one that would be able comfort to you. Grabbing your phone, you pressed on his number. It took only 4 rings for him to pick up. “Hello?” his voice sounded hoarse, indicating that he just woke up - which makes sense since it’s almost 2am.

“Hey, sorry I woke you up-“

“Are you okay?” he interrupted.

“Uh yeah, I just miss you that’s all,” you hesitated, “Is there a chance you can come over and possibly stay the night?”

There was a silence on Minho’s end, you took that as a sign of hesitancy so you proceeded, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I get you’re busy and need all the rest you can-”

“I’m on my way,” you heard shuffling in the background, “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, no rush.”

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you? Until I get there?” he asked in a soft tone.

“Yeah actually, if you don’t mind.”

You and Minho had a good small talk while he drove to your house. It was a normal one, him asking how your day was and you asking him the same thing. He went on about how busy he was that day and all the interesting things his members did. It took your mind off of everything and you were very thankful about it. After less than 10 minutes, you heard keys unlock the front door. You knew it was Minho cause you gave him the keys to your house awhile ago in case he needed a place to crash whenever he’s tired or just anytime he wanted to visit without you having to go open the door every time.

You heard his footsteps get closer to your bedroom door. The door slowly opened and Minho’s head popped in. You gave him a small wave and gestured him to get in bed. He immediately moved over to your bed, he pulled you into his chest and stroked your head as if he already knew what to do. “So what’s wrong?” he asked after a moment.

“What? Nothing’s wrong.” you dodged.

“Something’s bothering you, that’s why you asked me to come over.” he deadpanned. “Well, what if I just wanted to see you for no reason.”

“I’m not buying it, seriously y/n, what’s going on?”

You breathed out in frustration, “Nothing, just dealing with stuff…”

“Stuff…?” he stopped stroking your head.

“I don’t know what’s been going on lately, I’ve just been feeling overwhelmed and I guess lonely, even if I’m with the people I love, I still feel so alone, that’s weird huh?” your eyes suddenly stung with tears, you quickly blinked them away.

“Why would it be weird? This is your feelings y/n, your mental health even, it’s okay to feel that way,” he grabbed one of your hands and gently stroked the back of it with his thumb. “Why… didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you, you already have so much on your plate. I don’t want to lay so much on you.” you sighed.

“That doesn’t even matter, you know I’d always make the time for you especially when you’re having a hard time.”

“I’m sorry,” you trailed off, “I was going to tell you sooner, I don’t know why I didn’t.” “It’s okay. Even if I am busy, I’d still at least check on you, you’re my everything.” he gave the top of your head a little kiss causing your heart to warm at the action.

“I love you Min.” you lifted your head up to give him a kiss on the cheek, but missed so it was on his jaw instead.

“I love you too y/n, let’s go to sleep now, yeah?”

“Yeah, good night.”

“Good night, y/n.”

Having Minho by your side already eased a lot of your anxiety and sadness. You knew he always brought you comfort but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what was bothering you. You felt a little bad about it, you knew you could trust him with anything.

You broke the comforting silence between the two of you, “Min?”

He hummed in response, “Thank you for being here with me, it really means a lot to me.”

“Of course, I’d be willing to do anything for you, just don’t be afraid to tell me anything. I want to be there for you.”

“I will from now on.”

“Promise?” he stuck out his pinky.

You smiled, “I promise.” you said, sealing the promise.

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emithecharmer · 3 months

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He is in Love

Hyunjin's eyes never strayed from your sleeping form, snuggled in his arms, head tucked away into his chest. He didn't look up while his members talked about the new song, or even when the food got there, no. You'd crawled into his arms when you first arrived and he would stay there as your bed until you woke up. He didn't complain when the others made fun and cooed, even taking a picture or two. All he did was smile fondly, leaning back into the couch, softly taking you down with him and pulling you closer by your thighs. He looked up and met his leader's eyes, smiling with a lovesick expression.

"I'm going to marry her." Hyunjin said simply, freezing when he felt you move in your sleep. The guys all laughed at his expression, but Chan felt his heart swell at the thought of Hyunjin having someone.

They all loved you, you were kind- and just as sassy and dramatic as Hyunjin. You were there when they had bad days, and you'd learned recipes from home and would cook when you had the chance, leaving them with a week's worth of homemade food.

Hyunjin had picked out the ring two months after he'd asked you out. His mom had told him when he was little, that he'd know when he found his person. And he did, he knew from the second he'd kissed you for the first time. He knew that he'd see your same, beautiful smile, walking down the isle one day. He knew that your pure heart would provide kind children and that you'd be a wonderful mother. He knew that your hands would be even more precious with a ring adorning them. He knew that your hair would shine in the sun as you two watched the sunset together.

And more than anything, he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, his person. His you.

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withleeknow · 3 months

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On his clingy days, which are quite rare, Minho will snuggle up against your back like a koala whilst you cook or clean. As you wander around the house like two linked penguins, his head will be resting on your shoulder and his arms are wrapped around your waist.

i may or may not be in #softleeknowhrs rn

- 🍓

clingy mimo 😭

you're right, those would be rare days indeed. so when they do happen, it makes it even more special.

physical touch as his secondary love language goes crazy. it would start off with lingering touches while you're still in bed together, him not willing to let you get up and go about your day just yet. then he thinks oh? he can just spend your day with you. that's when he starts latching onto your body wherever you go - when you brush your teeth and wash your face, when you do your morning skincare, when you take care of the chores that you left until today.

he'd let you go when it's time to make breakfast though. but, since he's the chef, he would wrap your arms around his own waist from behind, making you back hug him as he cooks for the both of you. you look like a couple of dumbasses maneuvering the kitchen, bumping into counters, knocking things over, but he still wouldn't let you let go of him :(

#stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids imagines #stray kids fic #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know imagines #lee know fluff #🍓 anon #answered #blurbs

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beesspacedotorg · 3 months

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Handle With Care

Summary: You've had a truly awful day, luckily, your adoring boyfriend Minho is there to make it better. 2.5k words

Warnings: there's sex, but honestly it feels like someone accidentally got porn in my fluff so do with that what you will. reader is as gender neutral as physically possible. reader is also lowkey a crybaby, sorry but actually I'm not

Notes: Hello adoring public. It turns out, I can write fanfiction, and with the encouragement of Juno and Ems, I can also post it! There is a cat in this, she was inspired by a cat my family used to have and a cat my family currently has. They're both calico which I think explains everything you need to know about them.

There’s a lot you can say about the day you had today, and most of them start with sh- and end in -itty. You’re thinking on this as you dive head first onto the rough material of your couch, great for sitting, bad for face planting. You hear a scratching by your head and absentmindedly bat your cat away from the arm of the couch, mumbling something about how she has a perfectly good cat tree two feet away before resuming your completely justified sulking.

“Oh, hello. I didn’t hear you come home. How was your day?” There’s a voice above you and you can picture him in your mind's eye, leaning against the back of the couch as he stares at your limp form, probably eyeing the shoes you didn’t take off by the door. You mumble something half hearted in response and he huffs before the sound of walking hits your ears and all the breath leaves your body at once. He’s sitting on you. This motherfucker is sitting on you.

“Get off, Minho” You had to tilt your head to the side, it’s hard enough to breathe through couch fabric as is, much less when there’s a full grown man sitting on your back.

“You should answer people when they try to talk to you, jagiya.”

“You shouldn’t sit on people while they’re laying down, yeobo.” Your voice is a lot more acidic than his was and a twinge of guilt settles on you before it dissipates as he shifts and manages to place more weight on your back.

“Hmm. I guess we’re both doing things that we shouldn’t then. How tragic.” His voice is deadpan, and you still can’t see him from where your head is turned- your view is limited to the back of the couch and his arm in your periphery- but you can feel the dead stare he’s aiming at your skull. There’s a silence for a few moments while you engage in a war of attrition, neither of you willing to give up just yet, but it’s getting genuinely hard to breathe and your back is starting to hurt.

“It sucked, please get off.” He does, patting your back consolingly.

“See? Was that so hard?” He guides your head to his lap as you both sit back down, petting over your hair like he would his cats. “Tell me, what’s got my baby in such a tizzy?”

You grumble at him, rolling over to shove your face into his stomach, tired and petulant. He sighs softly, but keeps patting your head, so you know he’s mostly just doing it for show.

“That kind of day, hmm, jagi?” And you nod again. Honestly, it wasn’t much different from a normal day, it’s just that the right things managed to go very wrong and subsequently ruined your day in a way that has pressure forming behind your eyes and your voice cracking stupidly every time you try to talk.

You both sit for a while before he puts something on the TV and gently shoves your head off his lap.

“Hey-”

“Do you want the dinner I worked so hard on to go cold?” He has his hands on his hips in front of you and you laugh slightly at how funny he looks. He rolls his eyes and goes, coming back with two bowls of something before he forcefully sits you up and shoves it in your hands.

“Eat.”

“Yes, chef.”

The food is delicious, it always is when Minho cooks it, he’s got a talent for it you’ve never really seen firsthand, and you consider yourself truly blessed to be able to eat it as often as he’s able to make it for you. Still, gratefulness and taste aside, your day was shitty enough that every mouthful tastes like ash and turns to rot in your stomach, leaving you with an unsettling queasiness that shouldn’t ever be attributed to your boyfriend’s cooking. You’re shoving the contents around with a spoon before he huffs- a real one this time- and takes the bowl from you, setting it on the coffee table next to his own before he mutes the TV.

“Okay. Quite clearly something is wrong. What can I do to help you?” You think he knows, but you like that he asks anyway. Minho always asks, always lets you talk and sort out whatever’s going on before he tries to help. Even if your answer is a simple shake of the head, a simple, I don’t feel like it, become a mind reader, he always asks before he helps. Sometimes you wonder how he always knows what you need, others you just decide to not look a gift horse in the mouth.

You huff and your lip wobbles pathetically and he coos, slightly condescending.

“Crying already? I haven’t even done anything.” He’s teasing, but his hands are gentle as he pulls you into his lap, his hands are gentle as they find their way under your shirt, his mouth is gentle as it kisses down the side of your face to your neck.

“‘M sorry,” you’re not the biggest fan of crying, neither is he, but for different reasons. He’s not someone who’s brought to tears easily, you are, but there’s an inherent shame in it, you think. Something so embarrassing about getting worked up enough to start crying like a baby, and so as much and as often as you feel like crying, you don’t. This he also knows, because he knows everything.

“Aish, why are you sorry for? I didn’t tell you to apologize, did I?” He taps your cheek lightly, causing you to look up at him, he plants a kiss on your nose, then your mouth.

“Sweet thing, don’t worry about anything except for what I tell you to, okay?” And you nod and he smiles.

You’re not much for talking in times like these, everything is so sensitive and soft and talking feels like a cheese grater on this cloudlike moment so you don’t and he knows, so he doesn’t chide you for it. Usually, he would. He’d crack a hand down on your ass or grab a fistful of your hair and tell you that he asked you a question so he expects an answer, but that’s not what you need right now, so he doesn’t. He just kisses your jaw again before he puts both of his warm hands under your shirt and lets his fingers poke at your chest.

He always says his hands are small, but really, you wouldn’t be able to tell, not with the way he cups your chest in his hand and lets his thumb brush over your nipple, gentle and reverent. It’s not much, not as much as he usually gives you, but it’s enough to have your mouth dropping open with a gasp and your back arching into his hand, it’s enough to have him giggling softly at your reaction.

“Sensitive today?” He’s teasing again, as soft as he is right now, he’s still Minho, he still likes to poke fun. You huff, biting at his shoulder softly in retaliation and he lets you, pinching your nipple just this side of too much in retribution before one of his hands wanders down to your ass, groping and squishing the flesh. Your breath stutters in your chest as he pushes your hips forward onto his, friction sending sparks up your spine.

“Min-” You’re desperate and he hasn’t even done anything yet, not really. A few stray touches and you already feel yourself shattering to pieces in his grasp, you’re not afraid though, and not quite ashamed. He’ll take care of you, he always does.

He does it again, guides your hips forward until you’ve gotten the hint to keep going by yourself and you’re struck with the urge to kiss him, so you do, removing your head from the home it’s made on his shoulder and making a go at his mouth. It’s messy, your coordination shot already, and you almost smash your forehead into his nose before he catches your head with a laugh.

“Easy there. Bloody noses aren’t exactly sexy.” You disagree, he could make anything sexy, but you don’t have time to voice that thought as he pushes his mouth onto yours and lovingly shoves his tongue down your throat. The kiss is messy, they always are. However gentle he is, he can never seem to stop himself from kissing you until your face is covered in drool and spit, and if it were anyone else, you’d be mildly repulsed, but you like the way he looks at your mouth after it’s over, so you let it slide.

You pull away, chest burning and heaving and look at him before you still, eyes drawn to something by his head.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You don’t answer, gaze still drawn away from him.

“There’s a little white girl staring at me.” He turns his head to the side and laughs as he comes face to face with your cat, her green eyes boring into him. He scratches her head affectionately and lets her headbutt him before your center of gravity is shifting drastically and you’re clinging onto him for dear life.

The bedroom door shuts before you’re very aware of it and suddenly there’s a mattress under your back and a Minho over your front and his hands are up your shirt again, this time shoving it off of you until your chest is bare. You shiver slightly from the cold and then there’s a blanket being shoved around your shoulders and you smile up at him. He knows you so well, he loves you so much and your eyes are welling with tears.

“Aigoo, my little crybaby. It’s just a blanket,” there’s a kiss on each of your cheek bones, “silly thing. Save your tears for when my cock is in you, hmm?” Your breath stutters again and your hands are tugging at his shirt until he takes it off, he laughs again when your hands immediately find his chest.

“I’m glad someone appreciates my hard work.”

“They’re nice boobs.” The sentence catches him off guard, makes him laugh hard enough that he loses his balance a little and his weight settles onto you more. It’s comforting, like a weighted blanket that can talk and walk and kiss you silly.

Then, his hands are under your bottoms, tugging them off your legs and you’re suddenly wearing nothing and he’s still in his pants, which you find disgustingly unfair. You reach down and tug on the hem off his sweats, pouting and huffing until he gets the message and tugs those off too.

“You just want to get me naked,” he starts. “I can’t believe you just want me for my body.” You nod cheekily in response and he smacks your shoulder.

“Yah! See if I’m ever nice to you again!” But he’s kissing your neck again as his hands guide your legs to cross over his hips before he’s touching you in a way that steals the breath from your lungs and makes your head tip back into the pillows.

“There we go. So pretty when you’re like this, hmm? So soft and sweet for me.” His fingers are in you now, pressing insistently against that spot that makes white splash in your vision and reflexively forces your legs shut. He grunts slightly as your thighs squeeze around his hips, pressure just this side of uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything though, just keeps his pace steady inside you until you’re almost tipping over and he stops. You look at him with something akin to betrayal, fresh tears springing to your eyes, but before you can open your mouth to complain he’s sliding home and you don’t have enough air to say anything anyway.

He catches it though, rolls his eyes as he sees the way your attitude was about to flare up.

“What did I tell you earlier, jagiya? Don’t worry about anything unless I tell you to worry about it. I always take care of you, don’t I?” He does, he’s good to you like that. He sounds slightly out of breath already, unusual for him, but you don’t mind because it feels like you’re seconds away from God’s doorstep yourself.

His pace is slow and deep, bass knock steady even as you squirm under him. If this were a normal situation, he’d stop, hands gripping your hips unforgivingly until you stayed still, but this isn’t a normal situation so he lets you wiggle, only huffing in mild irritation before he leans down to kiss you again.

“You’re gonna knock us off the damn bed, baby.” But he doesn’t make any move to stop you, and you feel too good to really process his words anyway. You love him, you really do, and you’re struck with the overwhelming urge to tell him, to let him know, to make him know. You grip his shoulders tightly, nails digging in until he hisses and levels you with a glare, one that instantly softens when he meets your eyes.

“I love you,” it comes out of you as a sob, like it was wrenched from your vocal chords before you gave yourself permission to think it. “I love you so much.” You’re rambling now, repeating those three words over and over and Minho coos, hips faltering just slightly. He always goes weak when you tell him you love him, and you keep it in your back pocket like a weapon for the times that you’re in trouble.

“I love you, too, jagiya. ‘S that why you’re crying? Hmm? Love me so much it’s gotta spill out from your pretty eyes?” You nod in response, breath hitching from the pleasure and the tears and his hand drifts from its place on your hip to touch you again and you’re spilling liquid heat before you can really register what’s happening. You feel him inside you, too, insides suddenly molten warm but you’re floating too high for it to feel like it’s happening to you, like you’ve been temporarily ejected from your body.

When your soul settles back into your bones, Minho is laying next to you, staring at you with his wide eyes, you look over at him and smile.

“Is boba really worth it?” He looks confused at your question before you poke him on the eyelid and he laughs.

“Feel better?” You consider for a moment. Your teeth don’t feel like they’re too big for their sockets and your bones no longer feel itchy. You’re hungry, but mostly, your mind is quiet. There’s no overwhelming pressure behind your eyes and when you talk your voice cracks from sleep instead of from the force of choking back tears.

“Much. I’m hungry, though.” You give your best impression of puppy eyes at him and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. You’ve been told that your pleading face looks mildly perturbing, but Minho always says you remind him of Soonie when you do it. It makes you feel slightly bad for Soonie, soon the cat isn’t going to be able to get anything off of Minho because you’ll have rendered him immune.

He comes back with your reheated bowl in one hand and your cat in the other.

“She screamed at me until I picked her up. Stood on my feet and hollered.” He winces slightly. “I should’ve put on boxers because she almost mistook my dick for a toy.”

#bee blurbs #ft.lino #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know x you #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x you #lee minho x reader #the last time i wrote fanfiction and posted it it was very mid langst so lets hope this is better #this is saved in my google docs as “Sorry to God and also Myself” btw

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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🏷️ f!reader, best friend!minho, fingering, choking

the soft noise that escaped you when minho's fingers brushed against your throat was involuntary. there was nothing sexual about the way he was fastening your necklace. or at least there shouldn’t be. his fingers lingered on your nape and you were suddenly painfully aware of how close he was standing behind you.

“what was that?” minho asked and you forced out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. of course minho, your best friend of many years, would notice the smallest change in your behavior. you tried to even out your breathing when his arm wound around you, his hand coming to rest atop your clavicle. his thumb caressed the dip at the junction of your throat and you had to close your eyes to stay focused. if only he knew what he did to you.

you bit your lip and kept quiet, praying he wouldn’t move his hand. if he moved it a little lower he’d feel the erratic beating of your heart. and if he moved it higher instead? you weren’t sure what would happen then, and you weren’t sure you wanted him to find out.

but minho, ever the unpredictable friend, surprised you by nudging you back into his firm chest. his breath was hot against your ear and you had to stop yourself from moaning when his fingers grazed your throat again.

“didn’t think you’d be into that sort of thing,” minho drawled, “unless i’m mistaken…?”

he left the question hanging between the two of you, its implications clear as day. it was a way out before you reached the point of no return that would change the course of your friendship with him forever. a small mercy even though it was offered too late.

slowly, you grabbed his elbow and guided his arm up until his hand rested around your throat. he wasn’t putting any pressure on it yet but the warmth of his fingers against your skin was enough to make you dizzy with desire. it was as if all those years of secret pent-up longing were finally unlocked.

there was a moment where he, too, seemed to contemplate his actions — was whatever this would lead to worth risking years of friendship? but then his hand clasped more firmly around your throat.

“minho…” you pleaded, thankful for his strong arms keeping you upright. he tightened his grip while his other hand made quick work of the button on your jeans. you gasped in unison when his fingers pressed against your slippery clit, his whispered fuck at finding you so thoroughly drenched surprisingly shaky. as if he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life, and now it’d finally arrived he couldn’t believe himself.

his teeth nipped at the shell of your ear, leaving a trail of sloppy open-mouthed kisses as he worked you open with two fingers. his other hand never left your throat. you weren’t sure if the lightheadedness was a result of the lack of blood flow to your brain or the fact that it was minho, out of all people, who held you so tightly.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” his voice reached you through your haze, “thought i would go insane.”

his fingers were back on your pulsing clit now, circling the swollen bud. the knot in your tummy was quickly tightening and you held onto minho’s arm like it was a liferaft keeping you afloat. he kept it firmly in place around your throat, the veins on his forearm bulging with every flex of muscle.

“m-min, please, i’m so close,” you begged, grinding your hips into his palm. he squeezed your neck and your vision erupted in bright streaks as your orgasm washed over you in waves. minho murmured sweet words of encouragement into your ear until he was sure you’d come down, your legs trembling with exertion. you turned around. “lee minho, you are insane,” you finally croaked after you found your voice. the sight of his flushed face and satisfied smirk sent another rush of arousal through your heated body. “and for the record, i didn’t know i was into… that either,” you chuckled and shook your head in disbelief, “but let’s do it again.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #lee know smut #lee know x reader #;skz blurbs

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soobnny · 6 months

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another year with you — lee minho. established relationship. extreme fluff (0.5k words)

“Dori, you’re gonna wake him up.”

Your whispers mix together with your giggles as Minho stirs in his sleep. There’s a tickle on his nose. Dori’s tail, he assumes.

He simply nuzzles his face deeper into his pillow in response to the commotion, grip tightening around your waist to keep you in place.

It’s one of his first day offs in a while, and he fully intends to spend it in bed all day with you.

“Minho.” You sheered, running a hand through his hair. He habitually leans into your warmth. “Happy Birthday.”

Dori keeps kneading at the pillow he’s using. Soonie and Doongie seem to have joined not long ago, pooling just by your legs.

Minho grumbles, moving his head so he’s facing you. Though, he doesn’t think he could have ever prepare himself for the sight he’s subjected to.

The sunlight pouring through your shared room bathes your face in a beautiful hue, soft smile on your face.

“Hi.” Your voice is still in a whisper, not wanting to startle him out of the small comfort of your bed. You can see the way his eyes start to open wider, blinking away the sleep. Slowly.

“What do you want for your birthday?” You ask. His lips look plump, pressed together as he keeps his eyes on yours.

He has tells when he’s deep in thought, tongue running over his bottom lip with a slight furrow on his eyebrows. His hand moves from being draped around your waist in favor of tracing the moles on your face.

Dori meows from next to him. Soonie and Doongie have moved to occupy the space between you.

“I have everything I need.” He finally mumbles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Soft, romantic, and lovesick.

You pull away, though unsuccessfully as Minho chases after your lips. “‘M not done kissing you.”

“Mmm.” You hum against his lips, hand moving to play with the ends of his hair. He grew it out recently, admits he likes the way you pull on it.

It lasts a few heartbeats, and Minho exhales when your lips leave his. His eyes are still closed as he cements this moment. He’d film it if we could, running it over and over and never getting sick.

Quiet mornings with you and his cats on his birthday. He feels his heart grow.

“I love you.” The boy rarely says it first, loving in the shadows, but he ponders over saying it more when he sees the way your eyes light up and the way you have to bite down on your lips to suppress your smile.

You feel too fumbly to respond right away. Though, Minho doesn’t take too lightly at the silence that follows.

“Say it back.” He whines, and the pout on his lips solicit a breathy laughter from you. You gently reach out to cup his face, running a hand over his bottom lip.

“I love you too.”

He smiles. Slow blinking from his doe eyes.

“You’re twenty-five.”

Foreheads pressed together. Noses nuzzling. Soonie meows.

“Another year with you.”

Minho wouldn’t want it any other way.

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 | LMH

wc: 2.8k

warnings: switch!minho, switch!reader, perv behavior, reader is inexperienced but not innocent, masterbation (m+f), breast play, pillow humping?? idk it's like grinding but with a barrier lmao, handjob, (unintentional) edging, protected sex (still kinda risky tho idk, please don't do this), consent happens!

summary: minho knows what he's doing is wrong. but what's a little jerking off to the thought of his unsuspecting roommate?

BEFORE YOU READ.

minho knows what he's doing is wrong. he knows and he feels like shit about it. but the way you looked in those lounge shorts this morning haven't left his brain since. your pretty bare legs and how much he wanted them over his shoulders, together with his most recent obsession with stealing your panties got him where he is right now.

he's pretty smooth about it, he'd like to think. steals them from your laundry basket, jerks off in them, then cleans and returns them when he's sure you washed that load. saying something along the lines of "found them stuck in the washer when i was doing laundry, think the machine ate them", which sounds like an innocent and nice thing of him to do, you even blush a little as you take them from him, flustered that he saw your panties. little do you know that seeing wasn't the only thing he did with them.

it's kind of shitty, minho admits. the only reason you were comfortable sharing a flat with him was that he was nice and respectful of your personal space, unlike other potential male flatmates who would've been so perverted and never left you alone. with minho, you felt safe. sure at first you did lay out rules and set boundaries, but the more time you spend living with him, the more you start to develop a friendship.

he's very cool about splitting chores, be it cleaning, cooking, etc. he asks first if it's okay to have his friends over and use the common living room, especially if they're staying until late hours. and always always knocks, muttering a soft whisper of your name and a "can i come in?". if it's something he just needs you to know about, like that dinner's here, he just knocks and says it, doesn't even bother to come into your room. it all just went to prove further that he had no malicious intentions towards you— minho was probably the most kind and respectful man you could have as a roommate. but right now, he was feeling shitty for being everything but that.

it's only you that makes him like this though. he's had a crush on you for a while now, but being almost sure you weren't interested in anything with him other than a casual friendship, he just kept it to himself. until it slowly started taking over him, thoughts of you clouding his head at every point of the day. and of course, not all of them are about how pretty your smile is or how soft your hair looks. some of them are about how he would love to bend you over that counter and pound into you, or how he wants to bounce you up and down on his cock while he sucks on your tits.

it's filthy, and he knows. but as long as he doesn't act on them, these thoughts are harmless to have, right? fucking his fist with your little panties laced between his fingers just like he's doing right now is harmless as long as you don't find out, right?

his eyes are closed, lips parted, picturing that he's thrusting up your wet cunt as his hips move slightly up in the air and then down on the sheets in a desperate pace. your panties are already messy, soaked in cum from his last orgasm. his moans are not the quietest either. thankfully, he has chill music playing through the speaker in hopes to absorb any potential sounds that might travel to your room next door.

to his luck though, the bluetooth speaker runs out of battery and the music is now playing on a much lower volume from his phone. but minho couldn't care less, not when he was close. breathy moans and chants of your name, together with a mantra of curses and whines alternatively leave his plush lips as his eyebrows furrow in concentration, the usual careful minho now impatient and reckless. it's late anyways, and you're probably sleeping.

but the twist of a doorknob proves him wrong, abruptly pulling him out of his state of bliss.

his eyes shot open now, the first instinct he has is to hastily grab a pillow and throw it over his crotch as he sits propped up by his elbows, head turned in the direction of the door. his breathing is still unsteady from the building high that just left him.

there you stand, in nothing but a spaghetti strap crop top, panties and fluffy socks, hair a little disheveled and eyes heavy. were you sleeping? is this what you sleep in? he doesn't know, but he's definitely fantasized about it before. your name escapes his lips as he eyes you in terror, did you hear? just how much did you hear?

"i heard my name." you mumble, taking a step forward into the rather small room, soon reaching the side of his bed, and minho has to struggle to keep his eyes on your face and not ogle at your body in the dimly lit room.

"oh. uh, no i didn't call you. it must've been the music." he stutters, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but his big eyes are scanning your face for any hints of how you feel or what you'll do.

you look down to the pillow on his lap and he follows your gaze, eyes widening even more than they are when he sees your panties still in his hand. clumsily, he tucks them under the pillow before looking up at you.

"i-it's not what you think." it is. he feels stupid for saying this. it's like a line from a rom-com he would cringe while watching.

minho feels so dirty. being caught masturbating to the thought of his sweet roommate by none other than her. not only that, but now she also knows it's not the washer's fault that she can't find her underwear, it's because her perverted roommate cums in them every other night.

to his surprise and confusion, you just smile at him innocently. "oh i know. i know you weren't calling." you say, one knee now on his bed before you slowly climb over to him.

"it sounded more like you were longing for me. hm min?" you push his shoulder back for him to rest back on the sheets, and your strong roommate is surprisingly malleable under your touch. a barely audible whimper leaves him at the name, but minho thinks he has to get his shit together.

"i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. i know you think i'm disgusting right n—" he begins his rambling, flustered and trying to explain himself out of this situation but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his.

it takes him off guard, of course. he doesn't know how respond. does he kiss back? do you want him to kiss back? he has no idea. but minho decides to let the tiny greedy voice in his head win and moves his lips against yours, savouring a moment he's not sure he's going to have again. you could slap him right after you pull away for all he knows.

but you don't. you just hold his face in your hands, breathing against his lips. even though you just caught him doing what he was doing, you still feel the need to ask before proceeding with anything.

"do you want me?"

he can't seem to look away, pretty eyes sparkling even in the dim room. "only if you do too." he whispers.

"then have me." upon hearing his answer, you straddle his lap, pillow in between your cores as you kiss again; messily this time.

"can i?" he breaks the kiss to ask, hands ghosting around your waist, waiting for your permission to touch, to squeeze, to feel you, finally.

you sit up, peeling your top off, "you can touch to your heart's content. if i'm the only one."

"have been for the past couple of months." minho assures, admitting to his little crush.

you cup your breasts, watching the way his eyes almost cross as he takes in your bare torso. "fuck," he mutters, and you have to take his hands in yours, guiding them up to your tits and inciting him to fondle instead of just staring. the way he plays with them, gently squeezing and letting his thumbs toy with your nipples makes you heave a sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you start moving your wet core on him.

truth is, you were also touching yourself to the thought of him just now. it was inevitable, given how attractive and charming your roommate was, but also especially after you found out that your name sometimes escapes his lips. it's hard to make out really, you'd have to sit down and lean on the thin wall separating your rooms to hear his moans through the music, sometimes even skin slapping if he's been at it for more than one time. you were hoping your ears weren't fooling you, even though you were sure he's never had someone else over. tonight though, and as the music abruptly stopped, you're pretty sure it is your name that he's moaning out. and so you decide to make your first move.

the way you roll your hips on minho's sensitive cock, though through the pillow, makes him let out an unfiltered moan, just like the ones you heard earlier from behind the wall. one of his hands leave your breasts to grab a hold of your upper arm and pull you down towards him. he steals your lips in a much more hungry kiss, his own hips now slowly rocking up in sync in search of more friction. friction that he finds and soon takes over him and paralyzes his lips from kissing you— hanging apart, eyes closed as he focuses on the way your hips move on him.

he needs more than that, you think. so you get off him, slipping the pillow from between your bodies before taking a hold of his cock that's now up in the air after being pressed against his stomach.

"is this what i interrupted? you didn't get to finish?" you start jerking him off and all he does is moan, hips jolting up at the sudden contact as the prettiest sounds fall from his lips. you feel your own heat pooling between your legs just from listening to him.

"i didn't either, you know. had to come here when i heard you moaning my name so prettily, sounded so needy for me." you let him know, and it's breaking news to minho, hooded eyes fighting to widen in surprise. "you t-too?"

"yeah, min." your eyes trail down to spot the undergarment that sits forgotten on the sheets.

"like jerking off in my panties?" you coo at the thought, "thanks for washing them before handing them back, that's very nice of you." minho only moans at the praise, turning into putty beside you.

"do you want to ruin these ones too?" you offer, straddling him again. "i've already made them wet though."

"no—" he gasps, an arm flying to what you assume is towards his nightstand. "condom."

"don't worry, not inside." you whisper to him in reassurance, melting at the way his first instinct is to think of you even in the blurry state of mind he's in. "not yet."

you slip his cock through one of the leg holes of your panties and up to the waistband before sitting on his balls. your bare core drags over his base while one hand makes sure the tip is given the attention it needs, gently pressing on it alternatively and rubbing your thumb over his slit.

"please—" minho gasps; close, and you realize you've accidentally edged him three times now. when you first walked in, grinding on him with the pillow in between, then when you jerked him off just now. poor baby, no wonder he's desperate. and you think you don't want to toy with him any longer.

"don't worry, you can cum." you reassure him in a soft voice, "then you'll have to make me cum as well, right?"

minho nods his head frantically at your question. you could've said anything to him at that moment and he would say yes regardless, so desperate for release. "y-yeah, 'll make you cum, fuck, please—" he stutters, and it doesn't take longer than a few seconds for him to shoot his load inside your undergarment, the fabric immediately soaking it all up.

after he's done catching his breath, he flips you over, slipping out of your panties and peeling them off you.

"wanna help you finish too." he says, reaching again to the side and fetching a condom from the nightstand drawer. but you take it from his hand, grabbing it with both of yours and ripping the packaging with your teeth, then spitting out the plastic piece.

minho watches in awe. the way you just made him cum in your panties, how your hands moved on him so gracefully, the way you talk— it's all unexpected to him. "how do you know all of this?"

"i'm not as innocent as you think." you tell him. it's true, but not quite. most of your knowledge would've been from other sources than your own personal experience. you didn't engage in that much before, but your imagination constantly running wild did make up for it, especially with minho being the perfect subject to fantasize about.

he grins, amused. "yeah? put it on me then." he straightens back up, letting you reach down to grab his cock, attempting to push the latex on it but it's trickier than you expect. remains of his cum making it harder for you execute the task you're doing for the first time.

"i-it's slippery." you glance up at him nervously after feeling his gaze on you. you can tell he's still smirking too, enamoured by your clumsiness.

minho chuckles, "give it to me." he says before rolling it out along his length with much more ease than you.

pushing your legs up over his shoulders, he hovers over you to join your lips again, moving his cock up and down your slick folds to lubricate. but the motion makes you long for him impossibly more.

"minho, fuck me. now." you pull away to tell him and he laughs sheepishly at your eagerness, "sure, princess."

circling his strong biceps with your hands, you throw your head back deeper into the pillow as you feel his cock slowly inching deeper inside you, your mind already gone.

"what's wrong? did my dirty princess never have her little pussy stuffed this full?"

it's been, but not this full, not this gracefully. the way he fills you up makes you breathe out dragged moans.

"n-not dirty." you still manage to argue back, missing his praise already, as if he wasn't just doing that.

minho coos knowingly, lips ghosting over yours, "not so innocent either, whining on my cock. hm?"

his dirty words only encourage you to be more vocal yourself. "fuck, you feel so good."

"'ll make you feel even better."

after giving you a few seconds to adjust, he starts pumping his cock into you, his thrusts not so fast but gradually getting harder that it makes you see stars, loud moans filling the room that was already smelling like sex.

"fuck, sound so pretty. always wanted you under me like this." he admits, entranced by your sounds that until now he just got off imagining, now he can hear all loud and clear. you just whimper in response, too focused on the way minho slips in and out of your walls. "feel good?" he pushes you to use your words.

"so— so good, fuck." your eyes threaten to roll back, the position making him hit really deep inside you and you feel your high approaching.

"gonna make you cum, pretty girl." he exhales, the way you clench at his words getting to both his head and sensitive length. "all around my fucking cock, yeah?"

"fuck, please."

"don't need to beg, just let go for me, i got you." minho picks up his pace, contrary to the way he softly cradles your face in his hands, pushing you over the edge.

♡

"does this... change things between us?" you trail once both of you have finished, him lying by your side after filling the condom. you can't help but already think of what this just made you.

"only if you want it to." minho breathes, just as careful with his answer as you were with asking.

"only if you like me back." whispering, you look at him with hopeful eyes. as much as you enjoyed it, you want him for more than just sex, much more.

"i do, i fucking love you." he's quick to answer this time, reassuring you with a kiss.

"good." you smile, nuzzling his chest.

"can i sleep here tonight?"

"whenever you want."

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 5 months

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🌟 Masterlist 🌟

🌚 Boyfriend!skz fake texts

Daily texts #1🌞

Daily texts #2🌞

Daily texts #3🌞

Daily texts #4🌞

Daily texts #5🌞

Daily texts #6🌞

Texting bf!skz song lyrics🎸

Sending bf!skz a spicy pic❤‍🔥

Asking bf!skz for a selfie🤳🏻

Bf!skz sending YOU a spicy pic 🌝

Bf!skz reacting to you wanting to go on/off the pill 💊

Bf!skz finding out they're not your bias🤡

Valentine's Day texts🌹

Texting bf!skz "where do you see us in 5 years?"🌱

Bf!skz comforting you when you're feeling sad/upset/insecure 💘

Accidentally flustering bf!skz💋

Bf!skz asking you about your fave straykids song💃🏻

Relationships goals with bf!skz: home screen edition🎯

Bf!skz vs getting you pads🩸

Vibe check with bf!skz⚡

Showing bf!skz your straykids themed manicure💅🏻

Fiance!skz x your engagement ring 💍

Texting bf!skz "I'm going to eat you"😋

Texting bf!skz in your native language 🌏

Bf!skz finds your baby pics/you find his😇

Fiance!skz vs your wedding dress🤍

🌚DAD!SKZ

Babydaddy!skz vs your baby bump pics💓

Dad!skz random texts🍼

More! Dad!skz👶🏻

EVEN!MORE! Dad!skz💟

🌚Fics

🥀EYES WIDE SHUT, Au! Han Jisung fic

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10 - EPILOGUE

🕯️To Die For - Hyunjin x reader x Felix au fic

0 - I love the way you're screaming my name

🌚 Boyfriend!skz blurbs

Han ♥️

👻Horror nights ⚠️*content warning

🩷Flannel

🍎 I'm not leaving you

🍬Baby are you drooling?

🍯Unconditionally

🎋 13

Leeknow 💜

📷Camera roll

❤️‍🩹I don't mind

☘️Okonomyaki

🐰Childhood videos

🍲Soup

💓Bunny

Felix 💙

🍑Peaches and cream

💭Grey areas

🍥You put me back together, actually

Chan 💗

🚗Anytime

Hyunjin 💖

🌺Preoccupied

🌊Busan

🍃Just sleep

🔥Fire fire

💦More?

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sweetkpopmusings · 6 months

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heart-fluttering moments with stray kids <3

a/n: just a quick post to prove i'm still here! life is demanding, but i will always be on that sweet delulu agenda, so i hope this brings you some joy whenever you read it <3 these boys really do make my heart flutter regularly :,-) pics not mine~

content: fluff, can be read as nonidol!straykids | wc: 1.2 k | warnings: none really! | pairing: stray kids x gn!reader | requests: open

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

chan♡‧₊˚

when you make him laugh.

chan loved acting childish with you. he could let his guard down; with you, he could always have fun. games were more enjoyable, conversations were more playful, and everything was brighter when you two were with each other. you both relished in the feeling of being childish together. the living room, coffee shop, sidewalk–these were all your playground. chan was extra certain of that when you cracked a particularly clever joke in response to his teasing comment. he laughed, eventually giggling with pure delight because it just kept getting funnier. you couldn’t explain why, but your heart soared every time the sound of his laugh met your ears, and it didn’t feel like this sensation would stop any time soon. that sound, you decided, was more enjoyable than any game of childhood makebelieve ever could be.

minho♡‧₊˚

when he protects you.

minho viewed you as one of the most precious people in the world. sure, that meant that, at times, he got a little too doting, scolding you for minor injuries that normally wouldn’t bother him. it was annoying but still sweet, so your complaints were lighthearted whenever they came out. you were not complaining, however, as his arm gently guided you through jampacked downtown crosswalks. cars and pushy passersby abound, yet you only felt a rush from the rustle of his jacket against yours and the way his eyes checked on you every few seconds, ensuring you were still by his side in the mess of it all. he even pulled you out of the crowd to ask if you were okay. you thought you’d always be okay, as long as you could stay with him. so you said, yes, thank you, minho. if you weren’t too busy calming your own heartbeat, you might have caught a glimpse of minho’s pink-tinted ears.

changbin♡‧₊˚

when he buys you a gift.

changbin felt so excited whenever he got to spend a day off with you. today, your schedules aligned well enough to take a day trip, and changbin never stopped smiling, giggling, or showcasing his joy in some way. you joked around with cheesy accessories in tourist shops, stared in awe at gorgeous antiques, and enjoyed each other’s company as though the day would last forever. changbin made sure it felt like that when he handed you a simple necklace, saying i bought this at that thrift store while you got us coffee. i thought you could have it as a reminder of a happy day we had together, whenever you’re down or i’m away. you accepted it, a soft thank you, changbin falling from your mouth as you latched the chain around your neck. he laughed his signature laugh, and you knew that, necklace or not, you’d never forget this day.

hyunjin♡‧₊˚

when you tell him he’s beautiful.

it wasn’t every day that you got to spend quiet time with hyunjin. that’s why every opportunity was special–well, more special, as any time with hyunjin was precious to you. you’re both relaxing, enjoying the soft sunlight that washes over your reclined bodies on the picnic blanket. you turn to look at him, and you’re struck by the beauty of the man beside you. he glows, all perfect angles and warm soul. when he asks why you’re staring, you reply because you are so beautiful. his eyes spin with wonder and gratitude when he looks at you, and you feel more beautiful than you ever have in your entire life. he smiles, pauses, and replies, so are you. only seven words were exchanged between you two, yet it felt as though you both had poured your hearts out over the remnants of your favorite snacks littered about the blanket beneath you.

jisung♡‧₊˚

when he looks over at you.

you’re about to watch a movie together for the first time. not just any movie, though. you’re about to watch jisung’s favorite because he has deemed you worthy of such an important endeavor. you two sit close to each other on the couch, not completely intertwined, but the space still a clear indication of how comfortable you are together. there’s a glint–excitement, mixed with fondness–in his eyes when you catch his gaze. the smile on his lips is sweeter than anything else you’ve ever seen. this moment, this fleeting exchange with jisung, is sweeter than anything else you’ve ever experienced. you’d refuse to admit it, but the way he looked at you is the reason your cheeks ached from smiling before the movie was halfway done. you had to admit you loved the movie, though, when he looked at you with his bright brown eyes, clearly grateful to have shared this experience with you.

felix♡‧₊˚

when you two make a promise.

felix was out of town again, so your weekly hangout had to be over video. felix, being sunshine personified, still managed to warm you up through the screen. it was getting late for you, though, and felix noticed before you did that your eyelids were starting to get heavy. you protested against his you need sleep! i’ll be here when you wake up, so please go to bed! but felix knew how to coax you into listening. after all, he knew you better than most, and he cared about you even more. he said so, asking you to promise that you’ll call as soon as you wake up. the beaming smile on his face that appeared after your promise truly left you breathless, and all the more certain to call him every day, if that’s what he wanted. you could even hear that smile when he picked up the phone, and his signature warmth filled your chest as soon as he said you kept your promise!

seungmin♡‧₊˚

when he tells you the truth.

seungmin wanted to take you to an arcade, so you both could let off some steam in a lighthearted, cost-effective way. while that sounded good in theory, you both realized that was impossible when the stress and cost of the claw machine overtook your night. it was still fun, and neither of you would give up until at least one plushie was in your arms. on your 23rd try, you couldn’t hide your furrowed brow or frustrated huff when the plushie slipped out of your claw fingers at the last second. seungmin laughed beside you, saying you look ridiculous right now. you frowned, and, still laughing but not wanting to kick you while you were down, seungmin clarified that it’s cute. you were grateful for the neon lights, hoping they blended with the blush on your skin to save your dignity, as the smile that grew on your face gave too much away. seungmin must not have noticed because he just slid into place in front of the claw machine. as you watched him focus, however, you noticed that a smile never left his face, despite failed attempt after failed attempt.

jeongin♡‧₊˚

when you confide in him.

jeongin knew something was on your mind when you were less enthused than normal during his shopping haul. he made himself comfortable near your spot on his bed, saying you can tell me, you know? only if you want, though. you smiled, cherishing the ease with which jeongin pulled out your trusting side. without going too much into it–you still wanted to enjoy his fashion show–you admitted that you had been more stressed than normal lately, probably creeping your way toward burnout. he sighed, understanding completely and immediately, and asked what can i do to make you feel better? like magic, that alone made your world shine brighter, but you asked him to continue showing off his clothes, because that was as close as you could come to admitting how much better he made you feel just by being there.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Thinking about being on FaceTime with Minho because he misses you but he doesn’t want to admit it that easily so he’s hugging his cats and showing you them saying how much “the cats” miss you and you should come over “to see the cats”

this is so cute!!!!! bunny exploiting his kitties 🥹

“hey,” you answer with a smile, propping your phone against the vase on your table.

on the screen in front of you, an incoming facetime call from your boyfriend loads up.

his face finally comes into view, but you can only see half of it. soonie is looking at the screen, bopping his nose against it, while minho hides his face in the cat’s fur.

“hmmh,” he mumbled back.

“how are you?”

“i’m… fine,” minho says, slumping as he rubs his chin on soonie’s orange back. “soonie asked me to call you.”

“really?” you chuckle.

“yeah, he’s been asking for you all day,” minho nods. “say hi!”’

soonie bumps against the phone again, and you wave at the cat. minho smiles for the first time when soonie’s tail flicks against his shoulder.

“did anyone else miss me?” you prompted with a grin.

minho nods. you soften, glad to see minho’s finally learning to verbalise his thoughts, before he flips the camera around and shows you doongie sitting on the hoodie you left at minho’s place last weekend.

“he’s obsessed with it now,” minho explains, “i don’t think you’ll get it back.”

“i’m sure when he sees me again he’ll prefer sitting on me than the hoodie,” you assure minho. it’s then you notice minho’s wrist as he hugs soonie closer to his chest. he’s wearing the bracelet you left behind—the silver one your sister got you for your birthday. it had your initials on it.

“my bracelet looks nice on you,” you smile softly, heart beating fast as you see those letters on him. minho hides his face in soonie again.

“i was just keeping it safe, so it doesn’t get lost. i know it means a lot to you,” he mumbles.

“well, thank you for keeping it safe.”

you let the silence comfortably stretch between you two, minho blinking slowly as he looks at you. he missed your face, a lot, but he can’t bring himself to say that.

“and what about dori?” you ask after a few moments, “he missed me, too?”

minho nods quickly, clicking his tongue towards the side of the screen before a darker cat comes into view.

“hi, dori!” you wave at him, as he climbs on minho’s back. “i missed you!”

minho smiles.

“do you wanna tell dori about your day? he’s asking,” minho presses his lips together, nodding as if what he just said makes complete sense. but you decide to indulge him anyway.

you tell dori about your day, what you’ve been up to and what you had to eat and the story of the lost file at work that no one seems to be able to find.

minho listens carefully, his fingers running through the cats fur as they stay quietly next to him.

“i think you should come over soon,” minho says quickly, so quickly you’re not even sure if he planned on saying it. a light pink tint on his ears tells you it might’ve been accidental. “to see the cats.”

“to see the cats?” you repeat, eyes squinting lightly at him. you wonder how long it’ll take before he starts saying it’s him that misses you—but you know you’ll wait patiently until he’s ready to confess. until then, he can use the poor cats as his excuse.

“they’ve been miserable all day without you,” he explains, leaning his head on soonie’s. “they’ve barely moved.”

“have you guys been eating though? staying hydrated?” you’re quick to ask. minho affirms they ate two hours ago.

“i can come over tomorrow,” you suggest with a smile.

“i’m working tomorrow,” minho all but pouts.

“doesn’t matter,” you shrug, “i’m coming for the cats, aren’t i?”

minho squints at you, pursing his lips at your teasing. you giggle.

he lifts himself up slightly, resting his chin on his palm as he looks at you. you dare to think his eyes look fond.

“doongie says you have a cute giggle,” he says quietly.

“tell him i say thank you,” you smile. “give him a kiss from me, too.”

“can’t,” minho shakes his head, rubbing his chin against his palm, “you need to come here and do it yourself.”

“i will. tomorrow.”

he whines out your name, kicking his feet against the bed.

you feel a warmth surrounding your heart at his behaviour, feeling all of a sudden like you were wanted. you decide you shouldn’t tease him so much.

“when do you finish work?”

“midnight,” he grunts.

“do the cats want me to sleep over?” you ask hopefully.

minho’s face lights up. “yeah, i think they’ll like that.”

“i’ll like that too,” you grin. “the four of us can cuddle all night long.”

“four?” minho gaps.

“unless you missed me, too?” you smirk.

minho groans, hiding his face in soonie’s fur again, the tips of his ear a bright shade of red.

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