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Who's Needy Now?
♡Just a quick Minho drabble.♡ (Read the sequel here)
Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader
Rating: Explicit
Theme: Suggestive, 18+ NO MINORS.
Warnings: sexual content (honestly I don't know!!)
Word count: 0.6 k
“Hey, what are you doing?” he says mindlessly as he’s scrolling down his phone and your head that was resting on his thigh turns the other side to plant a kiss on his belly over the fabric of his shirt.
“Kissing my boyfriend?”
“You’re tickling me, stop”
You mock him and keep kissing him. He huffs out an annoyed breath but doesn’t move neither stop you. To annoy him even more, you pull up the hem of his shirt so you can directly kiss his skin. He keeps ignoring you, he probably likes it but he can’t admit it now that he complained. You pull his waistband down a little to tease a more sensitive area with wet kisses. He shifts a bit in his seat, but is still ignoring you. You won’t stop without breaking him first. You move up a little, so now you’re face to face with his crotch, he steals a glance at you to try and read your intentions but he quickly averts his gaze back to the phone screen when you catch him looking down.
Oh the game is on! With an impish smirk on your lips, you kiss his bulge ever so gently your lips hardly even touch the fabric of his pants. You see his nostrils flare. You give him another kiss, this time with your mouth lingering on his clothed member. Then you take a whiff and let out a sigh. He might be ignoring you but his body could never. Another kiss and you feel his member hardening. You stick your tongue out and lick it over the fabrics and it twitches against your flattened tongue. How cute!
He's probably thinking you’ll give him a good time anyways even if he acts indifferent, he knows your appetite for him. It’s not like he isn’t interested, he just likes to put up a little fight so he has an excuse to later punish you the way you like it. So you decide to give him a good excuse this time. You tug on his waistband and he helps you pull his pants and boxers down to his midthighs.
“You’re such a needy cock slut, you just have to have it, huh?”
You don’t say anything, just look at him through your lashes and give him a smile. You don’t need words to make him regret his behavior. You kiss his thighs and every other patch of exposed skin but his aching cock. Now it’s your turn to ignore him. He’s fully hard now and precum starts to bead at the tip. You give it a lick and his head falls back. As much as you want to devour him, you need to teach him a lesson.
“What time is it?” you ask abruptly.
“Cock sucking time!”
“No, seriously.”
He groans and flips his phone to tell you the time.
“Oh shoot! I’m supposed to meet my friend for coffee in half an hour!”
You get up and walk to the bedroom to change. He’s confused and thinks you’re joking but when minutes later you emerge from the bedroom with an outdoor outfit he realizes what’s happening.
“Are you seriously gonna leave me like this?” he says in disbelief, he seems really upset!
“Sorry baby, now you can get back to your phone without my intrusion.” You wink and leave out the door. You know when you’re back you’ll have a beast to tame and nothing will do it but your sweet sweet pussy.
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ways he shows you he loves you ☆ lee know.
lee know x gn!reader. just teeth-rotting fluff. 353 words.
love, to lee minho, isn't just expressed in three words.
to minho, love is when he peels you oranges, arranged in the shape of a heart when he presents it to you. he'd feed you one, kiss your forehead and leave the plate on the table whenever he sees you stressing over work.
love is the way he tries to make you laugh by leaving sticky notes around the house, each one containing a random joke or doodles of jureumi. he tries to convey love whenever he slips a note into your lunchbox, the words "eat well," written on the paper. minho hopes that these notes will make you smile throughout the day.
it's love when he shields you on rainy days, whether it be with an umbrella or his jacket. his needs are pushed aside then, his number one priority being your comfort. the raven doesn't mind the rainfall drenching the back of his tee as he pulls you close to him, using his leather jacket to shield your head.
minho takes your health seriously. he doesn't even allow jokes about you falling sick, he's sure to send daggers your way when you do. he ensures all your meals are eaten, going as far as ordering delivery for you if you're too busy. your favourite meals are written down in his notes, preferred restaurants starred in his delivery app. on off days, minho enjoys cooking for you. he adores the entire process of it — from buying groceries with you, and cooking as you hold him from behind. but most importantly, he loves feeding you your first bite and seeing a smile appear on your pretty face. <3
love is also the way he incorporates you in his morning routine. he wakes up, and kisses you on the forehead before getting ready. another kiss to the lips before he leaves for work. though it's become a habit, you've never doubted the sincerity of the kisses. you could feel it in the tenderness of each kiss.
lee minho loves you — how could you doubt it when he lovingly shows signs in all his actions?
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Thanksgiving With You
Relationship: Lee Minho x reader
Tags: Pure fluff
Summary: Your plans to go home to America for Thanksgiving are uprooted the night before you're supposed to leave. Unable to stand seeing you upset, Minho decides to take matters into his own hands and make sure you get to celebrate no matter what.
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The TV was on in the shared apartment, all of the boys were laying all over the couches in various comfy positions. Legs tangled up in knots, blankets draped over different laps.
Living in the same building as one another definitely had its perks, that’s for sure. Even if everyone starts their days in their own apartments, by dinner time, everyone congregates to one.
Today, you and Minho’s apartment was the lucky winner.
When you answered a roommate ad two years ago, you didn’t know it would come with seven other men on top of that. But, you wouldn’t change anything that’s happened since then.
Felix’s head rests on Hyunjin’s lap while he plays on his phone with Changbin watching over his shoulder. Seungmin takes up two seats while Jeongin sits on the ground next to his legs. Minho is lounging in the corner seat of the couch, Chan on his left, Jisung on his right.
For the first time, they’re all silent. Each of their conversations were cut short when a news broadcast cut through the movie they were “watching”.
A female news anchor sat behind a desk looking directly into the camera.
“We interrupt your program with a breaking news report from The National Weather Service. Please be advised that there is extreme adverse weather expected to affect Seoul beginning tomorrow. All airports, roads, and businesses will remain closed starting tomorrow, November 22nd, until further notice.”
Normally, none of the boys would care about a storm. This meant time off from work, time to relax and stay inside while everyone gets some much needed rest but…
“Minho!” your voice calls out into the living room. Your roommate perks up off the couch, tearing his eyes away from the news broadcast. “Can I borrow your neck pillow? I’m going to need it for the flight. Sixteen hours on the plane is going to be killer without it.”
His jaw clenches and he looks around at the other boys on the couch who all have equally flustered expressions. They each stare at one another like deer in headlights.
“Ah,” he hums and looks around the room.
Oh, you were so excited to go home for Thanksgiving, how was he going to tell you that the airport is closed due to the incoming storm? Why does he have to be the one to break the news to you?
The news anchor continues talking about the snowstorm, predicting record levels of snowfall and high speed winds.
All month, all you could talk about was how much you missed Thanksgiving: the turkey, the parade, the pie, everything.
He didn’t really understand it.
“Minho?” You ask again when he doesn’t answer. Your figure appears in the doorway into the living room.
As soon as you stand in front of all of them, their heads snap towards you.
Your eyes widen, obviously startled. “Guys?” You ask, laughing nervously. “Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Felix moves a bit, his mouth opening to say something before the news anchor cuts him off again.
“Again, we repeat the broadcast: Please be advised that there is extreme adverse weather expected to affect Seoul beginning tomorrow. All airports, roads, and businesses will remain closed starting tomorrow, November 22nd, until further notice.”
Your mouth drops open and you step further into the room to look at the TV.
“What?” You say to yourself, your heart dropping to your stomach. Everyone else’s does as well from your devastated tone.
Chan reaches forward with the remote, turning the volume up for you to hear.
“No, no…” you whisper.
Minho watches you, feeling his own heart break for you.
“M-Maybe I can book a flight for tonight. The storm starts tomorrow, maybe I can get out at the last minute.” You practically run back to your room, frantically looking for your phone.
All of the boys stay silent.
Apple pie this, mashed potatoes that, homemade pineapple … something. Minho couldn’t remember what you had said. You would always talk too fast when you were excited.
It only got harder for him to understand when you would go into English.
On top of all of this, you haven’t been back to America since you moved here two years ago. It was going to be your first time home.
You were just so busy when you started your new job that there was never any time to take off.
And now that you finally could? It’s falling through your fingers.
“Such a shame…” Hyunjin is the first one to break the silence. His voice carries the same sadness that they all hold on their shoulders.
Minho keeps looking down the hall where your room is, hoping to try and hear anything— any news of an earlier flight, a phone call, anything.
Only a few moments pass before Minho gets too antsy to sit still. He stands up from the couch and makes his way down the hallway.
Your door is cracked open a bit.
When he gets closer, he hears you on the phone. “N-No, you don’t understand, I was going home for the holidays— Yes… Yes I understand that everyone else is too, b-but I haven’t been home in two years.”
You sound so heartbroken, it’s physically killing him.
“There are no open seats? ….. the 5:30 flight? That’s in… that’s in ten minutes I live forty minutes away from the airport!”
Minho leans against the wall behind him, your open door to his left.
“There’s nothing else? … No, I understand. Thank you very much for your time... You as well.”
There’s a long moment of silence and a thump against your mattress.
Ten more seconds pass before he hears hiccups and sniffles coming from inside your room. That’s when Minho caves in, coming up to your door frame.
He can never withstand hearing you cry, on the rare occasions that you do.
You look so small curled up on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands. Your suitcase is open on top of your bed with various clothes and toiletries all over the place.
Your shoulders shake as you sob quietly into your hands.
A frown pulls at his face. Minho reaches up and knocks gently on the doorframe.
Your head shoots up in surprise, hands furiously wiping away the tears under your eyes.
“Oh, hey Minho!” You try to smile, but the tears won’t stop, but you continue wiping them away. “Sorry, um… I don’t think I need your neck pillow after all.”
A sob wracks your chest.
“Sorry,” you apologize again and wipe the tears some more.
His frown depends and he walks over to the bed, taking a seat directly next to you.
“You don’t need to apologize, Y/N.”
You sniffle and look down at your lap, the sleeves of your sweater coming over your hands. “It’s dumb to be this upset, I know. I was just really looking forward to Thanksgiving, you know?”
His entire side is pressed against yours. His warmth seeps into you in a comforting manner.
Minho listens to you carefully. He’s never been the best at comforting a crying person, he knows that, but he’s learned that all you ever crave when you’re upset is someone to listen.
“We have this tradition in my family, god, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to do it,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “We wake up around nine, and my sister and I make cinnamon rolls and watch the Macy’s parade from New York while we eat them. Then, while we get ready we watch the National dog show and ugh…”
He leans back on one of his hands placed behind you on your bed. The cogs in his brain are already turning.
Cinnamon rolls… Parade…
“God, I really missed my mom’s Pecan Pie.”
“Pecan Pie.” Minho mouths to himself. You don’t see it.
You sniffle.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he whispers to you, his hand coming up to rub your back gently.
“It’s alright, there’s always Christmas. The airline said they can move my ticket without me losing money. I guess it’s better to go then.” You hum and wipe the tears off your face again.
Not knowing what else to say, Minho stays quiet, his hand continuing to rub up and down your spine.
He knows next to nothing about Thanksgiving; it’s an American holiday. All he knows are the little things he’s seen in movies: turkey, hats with buckles on them, eating until you explode.
What parade did you say? Macy’s Parade? Okay…
Minho loses track of how long you both sit there, you trying to pull yourself together while he rubs your back.
His eyes dart around the floor unfocused as he makes a mental checklist in his head. He’s definitely going to need to employ the help of the seven other men in his living room if he hopes to pull this off.
“Thank you, Minho.” Your voice pulls his attention. He looks over at your face, hand pausing between your shoulder blades.
Your eyes are red rimmed and cheeks are rosy from all your crying. A sad smile sits on your face that doesn’t meet your eyes.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he responds, getting a bit flustered under your gaze.
You move your head to rest on his shoulder, like second nature, his arm wraps around your shoulders and keeps you close.
Butterflies swirl in his stomach at the contact. Yes, you’re his roommate, but it was in the last six months or so that his heart started seeing you as so much more.
It all started with you cooking his favorite dinner when you knew he had just had one of the worst days of his life.
He had texted you around noon complaining about the rough day he was having, you consoled him shortly, and that was that.
The day had dragged on, getting worse and worse; he opened the door to your shared apartment around midnight to find you moving around the kitchen.
When he peered over your shoulder and saw his favorite meal, his heart melted.
“To cure your bad day,” you smiled at him.
He fell so hard for you, there was no coming back.
Minho turns his head to rest his chin on the crown of your hair.
“Well, I have off work; maybe I can take the day to catch up on a project without being bothered to join meetings.” You trail off.
“Or you could take the day to relax.” He chuckles.
You pause. “Nah.”
He laughs again and hugs you close.
“I better unpack everything.” You peel yourself out of his arms. Minho’s body already feels so much colder without you pressed against him.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Minho stands up from your bed and makes towards the door.
“Minho,” you grab his attention. He turns back to look at you.
You’re smiling at him again, but the sparkle is missing from your eyes.
“Thank you, really.”
“Of course, Y/N.”
Minho pulls your door closed behind him and makes his way down the hall. He has a mission and a checklist.
And he needed to get to the grocery store tonight if he wanted to pull it off.
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Three quick knocks rap against your door at 9:00 AM sharp on November 23rd.
With a disgruntled groan, you shift around in bed and pull the blankets up over your shoulder more.
After a few seconds, the door cracks open slowly, the hinges creaking loudly in the silent morning air.
A huff-like laugh forced through the invader’s nose.
Slippers pad against the carpet of your room and the mattress dips down on the side of your bed.
Gentle, warm fingers push your hair off your forehead. Your eyes squint a bit and you snuggle further into your blanket.
“Minhooo…” you whine without opening your eyes. “I have the day off, remember? I don’t need to wake up.”
“Ah,” he hums, fingers still carding through your hair. “But the parade is on.”
Your brain is still booting up. All your movements pause, your eyes snap open and you look at the man sitting on the side of your bed.
He’s in his cooking apron; the blue one you got him for his birthday last year.
“What?”
That smirk of his spreads over his face, his eyes squint the more he smiles down at you. “The parade is on, Y/N, don’t you want to watch it?”
With wide eyes, you stare at your roommate. “The.. parade? The Macy’s Day Parade?”
He hums with a beautiful, genuine smile. “I didn’t think you wanted to miss it.”
You sit up and kick the blankets off, leaping out of bed and down the hallway. Minho’s laughter follows you.
Sure enough, playing on your TV, is the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, from New York City.
“Wha…” you trail off. If it’s 9 AM here… it’s only 7 PM the night before Thanksgiving in New York, how is he…?
Your eyes scan the TV to see the small graphic that displays “2022” in the corner.
He’s playing a recorded broadcast of last year's parade. A laugh of disbelief bubbles out of your chest and you whirl around to look at your roommate standing in the hallway.
“Minho!” You squeal.
“We still have to bake cinnamon rolls, come on.” He waves you to follow him to the kitchen. Your jaw drops and you can only stare at him.
Minho looks over his shoulder and sees you’re not following him. “Are you coming? I’m not baking them by myself!”
Another snort of disbelief forces its way out. Your one hand reaches over and pinches your arm.
“No, I’m awake,” you whisper to yourself.
The sound of the parade announcers talking in their thick New York accent makes you feel right at home. There was a specific sound quality of audio that comes from these events and it brings you right back to the East Coast.
Minho walks into the kitchen and you follow after him with an extra spring in your step.
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“And here comes Snoopy and his good friend Woodstock!” The TV announcer says happily.
You take another bite of your cinnamon roll, chewing happily and watching the TV. Doongie curled up next to you, tail swishing around.
Minho can’t decide what he wants to watch more: you or the TV. You’re positively beaming, and he hasn’t even told you the best part yet.
He scratches Soonie’s head absentmindedly.
There’s a couple knocks on the door.
“Come in!” Minho calls out.
The door creaks open. “Minho, your timer went off. I think you need to baste the turkey.”
Your head whips around to see Felix poking his head into the apartment. He makes eye contact with you and his smile brightens instantly.
“Hi, Y/N! Happy Thanksgiving!” Felix chirps from the door.
“Thank you?”
Minho stands up off the couch, “Thanks, Felix, I’ll be right over.”
“Gotcha, see you soon, Y/N!” Felix closes the door behind him.
You look up at Minho. “Turkey? You’re making a turkey?”
He stands in front of you and smiles. “I am, you can’t have Thanksgiving dinner without turkey, right?”
“You– Are we..?”
“We are. But not until after the parade, and the dog show, of course. I told everyone to come around 2:00, that works, right?”
You stare up at him, cinnamon roll still in your hand.
“Y… Yeah, that works.” You truly cannot believe your ears. Are you sure you’re not still sleeping? Do you need to pinch yourself again?
“Good, I’ll be right back.”
Minho moves past you towards the door, scratching your head a few times as he passes by. You make no move to fix your hair after he leaves.
Slowly, you take another bite of the roll, eyes spacing out watching the parade.
Inside your chest, you can feel your heart stutter and swell, heat rising to your cheeks and turning your ears red. He’s really doing so much for you, isn’t he?
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“Y/N! Come on out, Chan and Jisung are here and Jeongin needs help with the mashed potatoes!” Minho calls down the hall.
Like a kid on Christmas, you peel down the hall, adjusting the earring you’re wearing.
You’re in a black turtleneck tucked into a cute light brown pencil skirt with black tights and fuzzy socks. The most typical Thanksgiving outfit.
Your favorite jewelry adorning your body.
The four boys turn around and greet you happily. Each of them in their own fuzzy sweaters and comfy pants.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” They all say to you in unison.
“Ah, happy Thanksgiving!” You cheer back and wrap Jisung and Chan into a tight hug since they were the closest. “Thank you so much for this!”
Both of them wrap an arm around you with giddy smiles. “It was all Minho’s idea,” says Chan. “If you wanna thank anyone, thank him.”
“Or you could help, instead.” Minho teases from behind the kitchen counter, sliding over a can of cranberry sauce.
“Oh my god!” You squeal and come around to grab it. “Where did you find this? I didn’t think any stores in Korea sold this!”
Minho hums happily and stirs a pot on the stove. “There’s an American store a few blocks away. It’s where I got most of the groceries for today.”
A timer beeps at the same time the door swings open.
“Hot bird coming through!” Felix calls into the room. “I have a turkey too!”
Everyone gives Felix a pity laugh as briskly walks towards the kitchen and places the cooked turkey onto the counter. The smell that wafts through the house is heavenly.
Jisung hands you a glass of sangria with a wink. You clink glasses and take a small sip.
Changbin walks through the door after Felix, holding a stack of about three pies in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” he calls inside as he kicks his shoes off.
Everyone responds with the same greeting.
“Minho, where do you want desserts?”
“Just put them on the side by the main table for now!”
There’s more hustle and bustle next to you while Jisung attempts to use the can opener for the cranberry sauce.
“Y/N, could you help me? I don’t think I’ve ever made mashed potatoes before…” Jeongin trails off in front of a pot of boiled potatoes.
You beam at him and skip over to his side. “I absolutely can, it’s a lot easier than you think!”
Chan walks over to the living area with the couches.
“What do you usually have on the TV at home?” he calls in to you.
You’re dumping all of the potatoes into a mixing bowl while you answer him. “Typically, my dad commandeers the TV and has football playing all day, but I really don’t want to watch old football reruns.”
Jeongin watches over your shoulder as you shake the bowl to settle the potatoes. “Could you grab the butter and milk from the fridge?” You ask him and he nods and walks off.
Seungmin comes in with Hyunjin, both of them holding trays of food.
You greet the two of them happily.
While Jeongin is gathering the ingredients from the fridge, you take a moment to look around at all of the boys in your apartment.
They must have looked up ‘What to wear to Thanksgiving’; each of them is in a sweater and dress pants. Some of them have turtlenecks underneath the sweater, some don’t, but they all look like the same font as one another.
“What can I do to help?” Seungmin asks, him and Hyunjin further crowding the kitchen.
“Go set the table with Hyunjin.” Minho points to the long dining room table, shooing them out of the already small space. Plates, napkins, forks, knives, glasses– everything you can think of, is placed on the corner of the table in stacks and piles.
“I’ll help too!” Felix chirps and makes his way over with the two men.
“Y/N!” Changbin calls your attention. Both him and Chan have beer bottles in their hands, bodies facing the TV. The two of them look like dads with the way they’re standing. “What about a Christmas movie? Is that allowed on Thanksgiving?”
Jeongin plops the milk and butter on the counter next to you.
You call back into the living room. “Yeah, that’s fine! But make it a good one– a classic! Oh! What about Christmas Vacation? That’s my favorite!”
“I’ll find it, don’t worry!” Chan responds.
Another timer beeps, Minho opens the oven and pulls out a tray full of fresh rolls. Jisung finally wrestles the can of cranberry sauce open.
Your heart grows three sizes.
“Ten more minutes on the Pineapple Bake.” Minho says to himself but you hear it.
Your head snaps around so fast it might tumble off your shoulders. “Pineapple Bake? You made Pineapple Bake?”
A flush crawls up Minho’s neck to his ears when he turns and meets your sparkly eyes.
“You had mentioned it…” he trails off and finds something else on the counter to fidget with.
“How did you get the recipe?”
“Ah, well,” he rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I have your mother’s number from when you first moved in and all.”
“You texted my mom?”
“Is that alright?”
The hustle and bustle of the seven other bodies around your apartment fades into the background. Even with Jeongin standing directly next to you, he seems to disappear.
“You texted my mom and asked for her Pineapple Bake recipe?” You choke out again, your eyebrows raising, lips parting in an emotionally shocked expression.
Minho visibly gets a bit more nervous at your repeated question. His jaw clenches and he plays with the tie of the apron. “Did I overstep?”
Without any warning, you cross the few steps of the kitchen towards him and throw your arms around your roommate, burying your face into his shoulder. Small tears of joy well in the corners of your eyes, throat constricting with so many emotions.
After a moment of hesitation, Minho wraps his arms around you and rests his cheek on top of your hair.
“Thank you, Minho,” you whisper to him, squeezing him even tighter.
Minho’s shoulders visibly react from your hug, relaxing from the tension of the past few moments.
He smells like the holidays, the softness of his sweater is so comforting against your cheek. You just want to bury your nose in it and drown in the scent.
“This means so much to me.” Your words are so sincere, he could cry from hearing them. His arms tighten around you, eyes closing to relish in your hold.
He basks in it. Despite a third timer screaming in his ear, he continues to hold you like if he let go, you would disappear forever.
Having you in his arms like this has always been the equivalent of drinking warm tea before bed. It sends a wave of comfort and safety through his entire being.
The timer continues to beep.
“You can thank me after you eat.”
You giggle, any sadness he’s ever felt disappears for a split second.
Hyunjin calls into this kitchen. “Can you please turn that thing off before I go insane?”
Minho sighs, the air blowing into your hair. He keeps you close for a few more heartbeats before letting go.
“It’s time for dinner anyway.”
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Everyone was quiet, the TV still playing Christmas movies in the background. The streaming service that Chan had put on had autoplayed movie after movie while you ate dinner and then dessert.
The last surprise Minho had for you was that he also had asked your mother for her Pecan Pie recipe two nights ago.
Everything about today left you floored and speechless. Your heart has never felt this full in your life.
All eight of them sat around the table looking uncomfortably full. The table that was once filled with every side dish known to Thanksgiving enjoyers, every dessert you could dream of, was now littered with empty dishes.
“We should just be thankful for being together. I think that’s what they mean by Thanksgiving, Charlie Brown.” Marcie’s animated voice rings through the apartment.
Again, your throat tightens up with so many happy emotions, you clench your jaw to keep them down.
From directly next to you, Minho must’ve noticed your expression, his hand reaching under the table and resting on your knee, squeezing it once to comfort you.
You look over at him.
His heart catches in his chest.
There’s that sparkle in your eyes. The one that disappeared two nights ago, he got it back. His entire face softens as he stares at you as if you hung the moon and vice versa.
“I need a nap,” Felix groans from his chair.
You hum and look over at him. He’s slumped in his seat, head back, eyes closed.
“That’s the best part of Thanksgiving, sleeping with a full stomach.” You tell him.
“Full is an understatement.” Jeongin adds.
“I think I found a new favorite holiday…” Changbin trails off.
“Ditto,” adds Chan.
“Yeah? Well maybe we can have a Friendsgiving next year and do it all over again.” You tell the table.
Minho groans. “I’ll need more help next time, then!”
Everyone grunts in agreement.
You reach under the table and take a hold of Minho’s hand still on your leg. Your fingers wind together and you beam at him again with that dazzling smile.
“I would do anything to do this again.”
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“I still can’t believe they took that many leftovers,” Minho mutters, dipping the sponge in the sink.
“I can’t believe we had that many leftovers.” You dry a dish with the towel and place it on the other clean ones.
The exhaustion from eating is still heavy in your bones; but both you and Minho decided it was better to get all the washing out of the way so that you could just relax for the rest of the night.
It felt like you’ve been washing dishes for hours.
Soft twinkling of Christmas music plays through the speakers of the TV from the movie.
“Minho?” You ask suddenly, your voice is a bit weak and unconfident.
He looks over at you with his undivided attention, one eyebrow raised.
“There’s one more Thanksgiving tradition I didn’t tell you about.”
His eyebrows furrow more and he puts the dish down in the sink full of sudsy water. “What is it?”
Smiling, you put the towel down.
“Will you dance to Christmas music with me? To ring in the Holiday Season.”
Minho’s taken aback for a moment, he laughs– almost in disbelief. “Really?”
You bite your lip nervously, nodding once.
With a playful smile, he grabs the towel and dries his hands. “You want to dance? We can dance, Y/N.”
Squealing, you happily skip to the living room. “Alexa, play Christmas music!” You call out and she immediately begins to play music at the perfect volume.
Frank Sinatra’s ‘I’ve Got My Love to Keep Me Warm’ plays through the speaker. The happy saxophones and trumpets blare and your spirits lift even more than you thought they could.
You bounce on your heels to the beat a few times, swaying with the rhythm in a silly way.
When you turn around, you see Minho stepping towards you to the beat. One of the happiest looks ever on his face. His hair still slightly styled from this morning, just a bit more relaxed as the day went on.
His sweater is so cozy with a black turtleneck underneath, heather gray dress pants on the bottom. Lee Minho looks like the Holidays wrapped up in a warm, cable knit package, and he’s currently dancing towards you.
Once he is up on you, he takes your one hand and places the other on your waist. Both of you look like absolute goof balls, swaying and bobbing to the rhythm of Frank Sinatra in your living room.
The scent of Thanksgiving dinner still hangs in the air; the warmth from the ovens and stove hasn’t faded one bit.
Minho leads you all around the living room in a beautifully clumsy dance. The smiles on your faces never drop, even for a moment. They only grow with each giggle passed from one to another.
His eyes stay locked with yours the entire time. Nothing could interrupt your moment,
You mouth the lyrics to him; it’s English, so he’s not really able to keep up as much. But the emotion is there. And just the idea that you’re singing to him makes his heart soar.
“What do I care how much it may storm,” you sing, “I’ve got my love to keep me warm.”
Minho spins you around, you squeal with happiness with your arm above your head. He brings you back in and grabs your waist with both hands, lifting you into the air and twirling more as the music swells. You place both of your hands on his shoulders for balance.
He gently places you back on the ground, the song ending and fading into the next one.
Michael Buble’s ‘I’ll Be Home For Christmas’ follows it up. The rhythm of the song slows down the energy in the room dramatically.
Neither you nor Minho let go of one another. Instead of backing away, the two of you step even closer. Your arms wind around his neck, his hands interlock on your lower back.
Your eyes look all around his perfect face, meanwhile his stay locked on your eyes. He’s so enchanted by you, it feels like you placed him under some sort of spell.
If he could, Minho would do this entire day over and over again until he died, just to see this beautiful look in your eye each time, to hear your glee filled laughter after each surprise.
Instead of moving around the room, the two of you simply sway side to side in time with the beat of the song. Minho spins the two of you very slowly in place.
A beautiful, festive, Christmas bubble begins forming around the two of you.
“I cannot even begin to tell you how much today meant to me, Minho.” You break the silence between the two of you.
He chuckles. “I’m glad I was able to do it for you, Y/N. I don’t think I’ve ever run to the store that fast in my life.”
Mirroring him, you laugh softly. “I can only imagine what you looked like trying to get everything together.”
He moves his head side to side. “I had a lot of help.”
You shake your head. “This was quite possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“You deserve it.”
Another laugh from you. He just watches you. He watches each emotion cross your face with such admiration, with such a fond, sweet gaze, it could rot your teeth.
Piano keys tinkle in the music. Michael Buble’s smooth voice wrapping around your private bubble.
“I am endlessly thankful for you, Lee Minho.”
His gaze softens even more.
You’re his soft spot. You– beautiful, wonderful, joyous you– are Lee Minho’s weak point.
Slowly, the swaying to the song begins to slow down as you both get lost within one another. Everything about the scene was like a movie, down to the storm swelling outside your window.
Minho’s eyes flicker down to your lips for a split second.
You grin. His heart thuds in his chest.
“I don’t suppose you got any mistletoe?” you ask cheekily.
His eyes widen for a second, but he quickly catches on to your joke. “That wasn’t on any of the Thanksgiving websites I found.”
“Oh well.”
Without another word, and with the goofiest of grins on both of your faces, you pull Minho in for a kiss.
His entire world stops when his lips meet yours, everything pauses and the only thing that exists is you. Nothing else matters except for the girl in his arms.
The world could end right now and he would be the happiest man on Earth.
Both of his arms tighten around you, one hand comes up to cup your cheek, cradling it softly.
Your arms around his neck bring him even closer to you.
His kiss is everything, it’s sugar cookies rising in the oven, it’s a sunrise on the beach, it’s waking up to the smell of cinnamon rolls on Thanksgiving– everything.
It’s everything you’ve always needed. He is everything you’ve always needed.
Eventually, the two of you pull away from one another, but not without a last few stolen pecks on the other’s lips.
The kisses end up short, you both keep smiling and pulling away, too happy to continue.
Minho keeps his eyes closed, his thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “I think I have a new favorite holiday.” Another peck to your lips.
You giggle and kiss him again and again, “Me too, Lee Minho.”
#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#lee know x reader#lee minho x reader#lee know x y/n#lee know drabble#lee minho x y/n#lee know reader insert#lee know fanfic#lee know is the definition of If He Wanted To He Would#stray kids x y/n#skz x y/n
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Awaken Beauty
Pairing: Lee Know x gn!Reader
Genre: fluff, established relationship
a/n: thanks for the pics and the title sally mwah. this was written at midnight so yeah. not proofread
"Min, you can go to sleep."
"No."
"It was a thursday afternoon and both you and your boyfriend were bored. Actually, after such an intense day and coming back home to realise the power was off, there was better wording than "bored". Maybe "tired" was more accurate, that's why Lee Know was with his head on your lap and your hand was caressing his hair. Even then, your stubborn lover refused to rest.
"Just relax a bit. I can wake you up once the light comes back if you want."
"Don't wanna sleep" he tried to convince you in the middle of a yawn. You couldn't help but find it funny. "What are you laughing at?"
"You're adorable, you know that? Stubborn much, but adorable."
He didn't reply, only smiling a bit and closing his eyes. For a minute you thought he gave up fighting against his sleep but he opened up his eyes not even a second later.
"Why don't you sleep for a bit? It's not like there's anything else to do."
"I don't wanna miss this."
"Miss what?"
"You."
"Me?"
"We don't get to have moments like this a lot." he said as he adjusted his head so he could look at you "if I sleep I'm going to miss your touch and I won't be able to listen to you. I want to enjoy us for a bit more."
"It's not like you can be awake all the time."
"I would if I could."
You smiled foundly to the man who was looking at you with stars in his eyes. You got really lucky. Never in a lifetime you would think you could ever be loved that much, but look at you now. Time brought you the best lover to ever exist, and all of that just for you.
"I'll be here when you wake up."
He tried to deny once more but he yawned again, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open much longer.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
He adjusted himself in your lap again, closing his eyes with a satisfied grin: "I'll see you in a few hours then. I love you."
dividers by @cafekitsune
reblogs and feedback always appreciated!
#celi drabbles#skz fluff#stray kids#stray kids soft thoughts#stray kids fluff#stray kids soft hours#skz x reader#skz x you#stray kids x reader#skz#lee know drabble#lee know x reader#lee know fluff#lee know stray kids#lee know
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Lmh | Your Hands, My Necklace | Lmh
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader
Warnings: Smut
A/N: This Drabble is from my “Yeah, just like that” smut prompt list I posted Friday. A Lee Know x reader Drabble with the line - You look better with my hand around your neck, was requested by @leeknowsforeverwife Being a Drabble it isn’t as edited and proofread as my typical pieces. Hope you like it! I do have several other Drabbles to come!
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「© December 2, 2023 by myseungsungheart」
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You could never get enough of your boyfriend’s hands, and today was no exception to the rule.
“Babe, can you help me with this necklace?” you ask, holding up the shining turquoise pendant in the mirror he had gotten you for your birthday as you spot him coming out of the closet.
He’s dressed for the awards show you’ll be accompanying him to tonight, wearing a black pair of slacks that hug his thick thighs perfectly, an almost too tight white button down long sleeve dress shirt, and a stripped vest that accentuates his broad chest and slim waist.
You on the other hand are still in your lingerie, opting to finish your hair, makeup, and jewelry before slipping into the gorgeous black dress Lee Know had bought for you. Your breasts are pushed together, voluptuous and beautiful in the black lace bra. The black thong that matches sits high on your hips and barely covers you.
His eyes meet yours in the mirror, a Cheshire like grin creeping onto his face as he approaches you.
“Hmmm,” he mumbles as he steps behind where you’re seated at your vanity, his soft hands making contact with the skin on the back neck. Goosebumps prickle up across your skin in the wake of his touch.
“Jagiya,” you mutter, a thinly veiled warning that holds no water as your head falls back against his stomach, looking up at him towering over you.
“Yes my love?” he asks innocently, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he is doing to you. His fingers are dancing along your neck and down to your collarbone. Your skin is hot and you have to press your legs together with a sigh, anticipating his hands to wander to your breasts and knead them greedily.
He leans down and kisses you, the angle awkward as your faces are facing opposite of each other. Surprising you, his hand suddenly finds your neck and squeezes gently, a gasp emanating from you. He pulls away from the kiss and you sit up properly looking into the mirror once more, his grip firm around your thin neck. He lifts you to a standing position, his grip tight so that he can crowd in behind you, his hard body pressed against yours, his lips dancing along your jawline and up the side of your neck that isn’t covered by his beautiful hand.
You close your eyes and moan as his lips leave a wet trail in their wake.
“I think this necklace suits,” he whispers in your ear. Your eyes fall back open as he squeezes, meeting his eyes in the mirror once more. “You look better with my hand around your neck,” he growls.
You were so focused on the hand around your throat, you gaspwhen his other hand dipped into your black lace underwear, his fingers sliding through your wet folds and into your needy cunt without warning.
“Lee Know,” you moan, your body arching forward as his fingers pump into you at a relentless pace. His hand slides up to your jaw and turns your face to his, you mouths meeting in a hungry kiss of teeth and tongue. It’s filthy and exhilarating and your body feels like it’s been set on fire as his fingers find that soft, tender spot deep inside you.
Somehow Lee Know manages to turn you both and guide you back to the bed behind you. His fingers slip out of you and are pressing into your waist as he pushes you back on the bed. You lay there breathing heavily as you watch him unbutton his slacks and push them to his thighs, his cock springing free, thick and red and dripping with precum. He pumps himself a few times before his hand finds your neck once more as he crawls over you. He pulls your bra down so that your tits bounce out in front of him, his eyes greedy as he dips down and sucks your nipple between his lips, biting gently and licking hungrily.
“Fuck me,” you moan and his hand tightens it grip on your throat as he leans up and looks at you, your body arching up in desperation and need, completely overwhelmed by his hands on you and the attention of his mouth on your hot skin.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he chuckles menacingly, his other hand harshly yanking your thong to the side, before he is running the tip of his angry red cock through your wet folds.
“Please!” You beg, arching up at the contact.
He breeches you then, and slowly slides home until your hips are pressed together, a groan falling from both your lips.
He kisses you sweetly, a juxtaposition to what his hips then do, first pulling out slowly and ramming back into you with force. He doesn’t let up, your skin slapping together obscenely as he sets a brutal pace, his hand still firm on your neck as he pounds into your aching cunt.
“There!” You suddenly cry out when he nails your g-spot, your mouth hanging open as he targets it intently. He is watching you close for any sign that you’re about to fall apart. “Almost… there…” you pant, each of his thrusts causing you to move up the bed slightly as your breasts bounce wildly at the movement.
He squeezes your throat then, practically cutting off the air briefly. The lack of oxygen sends your pussy walls into fluttering chaos, the orgasm so overwhelming you grab onto his thick forearm as you ride out the pleasure, your fingernails digging into his arm sure to leave half moon bruises in their wake.
Lee Knows release hits suddenly as your walls contract frantically, his hips slowing to thrust purposefully as he pumps you full of his come. Your body shivers slightly with his last movement and his hand releases its grip on you, oxygen bursting into your burning lungs.
“Shit,” he mutters, falling against your body and kissing up your neck and jaw until your lips meet in a hot kiss. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks, concern flooding his features as he looks at you.
Your eyes flutter open and a fucked out smile spreads across your face as you reach for him and pull his lips to yours.
“Never better, babe,” you breathe against his lips, your hands running down his still clothed arms and down to his hands. You intertwine your fingers with his and look back into his eyes.
“Your hands will always be my favorite necklace.”
#stray kids#stray kids x reader#Lee know smut#Lee know Drabble#Lee know x reader#Mia’s Smut Prompt Requests#just a little drabble
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SQUIRTRACHA!! aka chan minho hyunjin and jeongin who would prob be the most determined to make you squirt. andjskjdkssjksk the brainrot is real. and theyd pull out ALL the tricks. flicking and sucking your nipples, rubbing your clit, EDGING 😖 and probably just lots and lots of orgasm denial. all in an attempt to get you to squirt for them <3
I SO AGREE.
UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GOT SO LONG!!!
i think with chan it would be such a deep, carnal desire for him… i can just imagine him discovering it one day when he’s watching porn and he’s like “oh…?” when the female star’s orgasm gushes from her. from then on, he’s just thinking about how badly he wants to make someone do that… i can imagine the first time he gets you in bed it’s going through his brain, it’s ALL he can think about. immediately crooks his fingers up to your g spot in an attempt to get you to squirt.. you’re whining, telling him “it’s too much, channie, too much- i think i’m gonna pee, i’m-?”. chan’s shaking his head, soft curls bouncing in his face, “no baby, ‘s not pee. c’mon, let go for me.” ughhh and imagine the overstimulation when you do… poor baby just wants to make you soak him over and over.. he’s latching onto your nipples, thrusting his fingers back in straight away. i need him so bad
i think with minho it would be the complete opposite. he’d be edging you for what felt like forever. he’d have you perched in front of a mirror, legs splayed over his as he worked his fingers into you over and over. every single time you thought he may give it to you, let you have this orgasm - he pulled away, smacking your clit teasingly with a smirk. except, this time, he’s a bit too late - your orgasm floods from you, soaking the mirror as your eyebrows furrow together and jaw drops in a silent scream. you’re babbling “oh-! sorry, sorry, min! made a mess, oh-“ minho wouldn’t even show his surprise tbh, though he’s internally dying… he’d just smirk, saying “so fucking dirty, creaming for me everywhere like that, huh? can’t even be mad you came.” he’d definitely bend you over quickly and shove his thick cock in you until you’re doing it again. yum
hyunjin would have such a kink for just watching you cum. just seeing your eyes roll back with pleasure, clit throbbing and toes curling as you let go all for him, just for him. when he expressed his desire to make you squirt, you honestly weren’t surprised at all. you were surprised when he tried it later that same day - pulling out a nice, curved g spot vibrator to fuck you with. hyunjin would work you up so good, telling you “you’re so, so fucking beautiful”, and making you whine out. he’d suck hickeys into your neck, kissing down your body, laving over your tits until he was sure you were nice and wet for him… i think while minho, jeongin and chan would be the types to fuck you without abandon to get you to squirt, hyunjin would enjoy playing with your body like it’s a beautiful instrument. “there you go, feelin’ good?” he’d say as he pushed the soft silicone inside of you, and you’d nod, whimpering when the attachment brushes against your clit. he wouldn’t even fuck you quickly, just brushing his fingers over your nipples while he pumps it steadily in and out of you… before you know it, you’re cumming, not even able to warn him - juices gushing out of you and all over the vibrator and hyunjin’s hand. you’d be whining, “oh, hyunjin, ‘m- cumming, cum, shit, ‘s wet-“ and shiiit the smile he’d do… he’d be so fucking happy LOL he wouldnt even need to fuck you, he’d be satisfied at your own powerful orgasm.
ok jeongin…. i honestly think that when jeongin heard about squirting, he was astonished. he was like “PEOPLE CAN DO THAT????” and then he was like “nah. i don’t believe it.” just completely refusing it exists. until one day, you’re riding him and his cockhead is hitting your cervix just right. jeongin felt like he was going to die whenever he was inside you anyway, but today just felt different. you were warmer, wetter, tighter - even fucking louder as you writhed and bounced on him. “yeah, ah, ah, innie, so deep-“ you’d be whining, fingers digging into his stomach. just from your facial expression, lost in pleasure, jeongin would feel himself getting close - but you had to cum first. “you gonna cum? please, please,” he’d beg, leaning up to rub tight, precise circles on your clit. all of a sudden, the tightness of your hole is pushing jeongin’s dick out, and a gush of clear fluids is covering him. you’re in shock, eyes widening and moans tumbling out of your mouth - only worsened by jeongin cumming on his own stomach as you cover him. so yeah, he likes it. he still can’t believe it’s real tho tbh, even as he tries (and succeeds) to get you to do it over and over again.
i also think jisung would have an INTENSE squirt kink and idk if thats me projecting but he’s filthy SO IF U WANT ME TO ELABORATE LMK…
#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon#yang jeongin smut#yang jeongin drabble#hwang hyunjin smut#hwang hyunjin drabble#bang chan drabble#bang chan smut#lee know smut#lee know drabble
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getting over it — lmh
pairing. minho x gn!9th member!reader
format. drabble?
word count. 0.6k
synopsis. you really shouldn’t be crushing on one of your members. but when it comes to lee minho, how can you ever help yourself?
from your spot on the shiny dance practice floor, you can see the slight pinch in minho’s expression. it’s the smallest hint of a furrow in his eyebrows, the squint of his eyes—an expression of determined focus. you’ve observed him long enough to recognize it: he’s studying himself in his mind, going over the parts in the choreography that looked awkward and making mental notes to fix his positioning. these are the moments when minho’s dance background seems apparent. when the rest of your members collapse on the couch or the floor, their faces red and their breathing erratic, minho is still glued to perfecting himself.
it’s admirable. you watch him in fascination, like it’s an honor to train with an idol like him, despite having trained with him since stray kids’s pre-debut days. but you can’t help but admire him.
and see, you’ve gotten good at pretending you see minho the same way you see the rest of your members, that the love you have for him is just that same undeniable love you have for them that draws a line at the platonic.
because, of course, you’re best friends. all of the sleepless nights you spent sharing your deep anxieties and confessions on the floor of your dorm, all the afternoon lunches where you doubled over in laughter at the stupidest jokes, all the too-early mornings backstage at m countdown taking photos of each other falling asleep in the makeup chairs—they all count for something, no doubt about that. this is minho, your dear friend who you’d take a bullet for and who would do the same for you (and later find any way to bring up the fact he took a bullet for you and that you were indebted to him).
but this is also minho, with his bright, gleaming eyes and teasing smile and whole-hearted laughter. minho, who stops to pet every cat he comes across and never lets a mealtime pass without asking you if you ate and pokes fun at all his members but would never let them get hurt.
minho, who will look at you one day in his perfectly-styled hair and just-tight-enough outfit on stage or put his hand on your back to guide you through a crowd or wear a stupid determined expression on his face during dance practice and suddenly make your chest clench in a way that just a “best friend” couldn’t.
but you’ve gotten good at ignoring that nagging affection because you have to. you can’t afford to be catching feeling for your members, there exists simply far too many ways for it to go wrong. in fact, being rejected would be the best case scenario because it would avoid the endless trials of attempting to secretly date in a profession where secrets are a rare luxury. but there’s no point in even thinking about dating because it can’t happen. you know this. chan knows this when, one night, you two got a bit tipsy and you let your attraction to minho slip and chan immediately advised you to get it under control. you know. you know, you know, you know.
but you watch him from your spot on the floor as he runs a hand through his hair and pushes it back, licks his lips, and subtly stretches his neck and, fuck, it’s hard to keep it under control.
you’ll get over it, you swear you will. no, you promise you will. but is it too much to ask to just have this for a little longer? can’t you just watch him for a little longer?
but then he rises from his seat, claps his hands together, and instructs another run-through. as your members groan a bit and start to get up from the couch and the floor, minho catches your gaze and gives you a small, encouraging smile that’s equally friendly and endlessly affectionate.
you’ll get over it. eventually.
#skz minho#minho x reader#minho x gn!reader#lee know x reader#lee know x gn!reader#lee know#9th member reader#idol reader#skz drabble#skz imagine#skz fluff#skz angst#?#minho fluff#minho drabble#minho imagine#minho angst#lee know drabble#lee know imagine
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You'll always be loved
Synopsis (drabble) :you and Lee know had a terrible arguement which led him out the door which had you worried.
Genre : Angsty + fluff in the end
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It wasn't supposed to that big but you two were in deep heat at this point of the argument, saying things you would never say and never meant, it felt like those words slipped out of your mouths like a drunk person babbling things they won't remember sober.
It had led you to lock yourself in your shared bedroom and him out the door, after a few minutes you realized he was gone. You checked the whole house concerned now but he wasn't here or anywhere. You reached for your phone and dialed his number but his phone started to ring in the living room, he had left his phone.
He would always go out side to clear his mind after such arguments but this one was different, it could mean he was leaving you as well. He would surely comeback right? Your breathe was hitching in your throat, you didn't mean anything you said and stubborn you didn't even apologize.
You were horrified to think about him leaving you, you loved him dearly and you didn't mean to take it that far, maybe it was your fault? You stay on the couch despite it being cold inside the house, you were drenching in cold sweat at the horrid thought of living without him.
The clock striked 12 am now, this was ridiculous, he never takes that long to calm down, was he really not gonna come home? He left his phone too atleast he could have just grabbed his phone with him too. This was so late.
You were crying now your hands gripping your hair as you sat there on the couch thinking of how you just ruined everything, you wanted to say sorry so bad and have him back but he wasn't even returning home. You replayed the whole scene again and again on your mind to find what your mistakes and so many things you said could've convinced him to finally leave you.
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After half an hour the door opened to an exhausted Lee know, without a word you ran to him wrapping your arms around his waist crying on his shoulder mumbling so many sorry's at a time. He was just so stunned but he could tell he made you worry hard.
" w-what's wrong y/n? I was just out for a while."
" please don't leave me, I'm sorry."
"y/n-"
" trust me I didn't mean whatever I said."
His heart shattered in pieces hearing you like that, his hands wrapped you patting your head telling you it's fine while staying like that for a while.
" y-you left your phone, I tried to call you."
He reached for his pocket when he does notice his phone missing and he felt bad for putting you in such a terrible place.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry, Com'on let's go to bed? It's late now."
" y-you're not mad at me?"
" I don't think you're still int he right state of mind right now, maybe it's better to talk about it tommorow?" and you nodded because he was right and you would be in tears again.
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He picked you up and took you back to the room after washing up. You got into bed staring at his face, you placed your head on his chest mumbling an I love you and good night before kissing him. But you could tell he was staring at you even when you closed your eyes.
" I'm really sorry about what I said. I really love you but I don't show it that much because I'm afraid you'll find it too clingy."
" I'll always love you whether you're clingy or not, whether you're stubborn or not, whether you argue a lot with me or not, you'll always be loved by me."
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#Kpop#Lee know drabble#Lee know#Lee minho#Stray kids#Skz#Straykids Lee know#lee know angst#skz lee know#skz drabbles#lee know x reader#lee know x you
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Kiss It Better
No one knows what a needy kitty he is but you.
Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)
Theme: just fluff coz I'm such a sucker for fluffy Minnie
Warnings: not proofread
Word count: 0.7 k
You’re in your shared apartment, reading a book on the couch, with Soonie curling up in your lap, purring as you pet him. Except for the occasional mewing of the cats, it’s so quite you can hear your heart beat in your ears. You’re growing restless, can't stand waiting for him anymore, you even stayed a bit longer at work so you’d have to spend less time alone. You look at the clock on the wall, he’s late. As you reach for your phone to call him, the apartment door clicks open and the sound startles Soonie off your lap.
He enters and you hear him dropping his bag on the floor. He shuffles out of his sneakers into slippers and finally appears in your sight.
“Hey jagya” he offers you a tired smile and walks over to you.
“Hi love” you reply as he bends to give you a quick kiss before heading to change his clothes.
He comes back and plops down on the couch next to you. You put your book down and open your arms, inviting him into your hug. He circles his arms around you and buries his face in your chest.
“Tough day?” you ask as you play with his hair and draw circles on the small of his back with your other hand.
“mhmm” he hums hugging you tighter.
“It’s okay baby. Your tough day is over. Now you’re with me.” you keep massaging his scalp and he’s practically purring now.
“You did great today, you always do, and I’m so proud of you.” you finish your sentence with a kiss on top of his head and he looks up at you. His gorgeous sparkly eyes looking at you like a lost puppy melt you into a puddle. The little pout on his perfect lips makes it all the more impossible to resist him. So, you cup his face and kiss the pout away.
“I missed you so bad” he sighs against your lips. His lips get back on yours as if they’re finally where they belong. The kiss is slow and sweet, no hurried or sloppy movements, you both take your time pouring love into it. The moment is so pure and wholesome that overwhelms you.
“I love you so much” you break the kiss to remind him of that.
“I love you more”. It’s probably true.
Of course you fell first, he was a world-renowned idol after all, but everyone who knew him could tell that he fell harder, way harder than you’d ever thought possible. Soon enough you became his safe haven, the main source of joy in his life, the one thing he really cared about. That’s why on days like this, the only thing that could help him get through was knowing that you’d be there for him. He often questions himself how was he ever able to live this stressful life before you? But it doesn’t matter anymore, he doesn’t need to worry about his life without you, the only thing that matters is that he has you now.
Your heart is flooded with love. You lean in to gently kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes with a little satisfied smile on his lips, entirely letting himself go in your arms, basking in the warm glow radiated from your love. You plant the softest kisses on his eyes and then the ridge of his nose, it scrunches up cutely.
“Look at you, my adorable big kitty. How did I get so lucky to have you?” you chuckle lightly. His smile grows wider but he keeps his eyes closed, he wants more.
You generously offer him more kisses, on his temple, on his cheek, around the shell of his ear. You make sure to pepper kisses on every inch of his face. How could you not when he’s being so soft and needy for you?
“Are you feeling better baby?” you ask him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He finally opens his eyes.
“I do, so much better. Thank you”
“Anything for you, love” you lean in for another kiss before he lays his head on your lap and drift off to dreamland with your fingers in his hair, soothing him even more.
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! lee know fic recommendation part 2 ¡
lee know fic recommendation list part 1
other members fic recommendation lists
s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst
quiet love-making with lee know [s] by @lixiesol
little do you know series [s] by @illusivedark
total word count: 35k
summary: lee minho is handsome, kind, and successful; yet can’t land a long term commitment. and when it comes to the skeletons tucked away in his hedonistic closet, you’re going to find out precisely why that is. kink exploration!au
just you [sug] by @hyuniyz
word count: 2.3k
summary: after a tiring day, all you need is your boyfriend and the comfort he provides
friendship with hyunjin and minho [s,a] by @ballelino
word count: 9.2k
summary: your friend with benefits minho wants both you and his roommate hyunjin to get what you want
just watch [s] by @ksmins
word count: 3k
summary: when your boyfriend is away, you find ways to make it work
minho using the fact that he is ambidextrous for fingering the reader while doing a hand job for felix [s] by @threevracha
all night (lee know, han jisung) [s] by @j-0ne25
word count: 3.7k
summary: there’s three things minho prefers: 1) getting drunk with his best friends instead of attending a lame frat party, 2) playing truth or dare instead of admitting his true feelings by speaking them out loud, 3) allowing jisung to make you feel good instead of having you all to himself
a pillow in between [s,a] by @starlostseungmin
word count: 7.2k
enemies to lovers trope
6:19 pm [s] by @bbyquokka
word count: 1k
[11:36] ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by bbyquokka
word count: 1.3k
he's soft for you [s] by @httpseiki
when he wants you to sit on his face [s] by @fluffylino
something new [s] by @subskz
word count: 4.1k
sub!lee know with sensitive thighs [s] by @smoonjis
good to me [s] by @daizymax
word count: 7.2k
summary: maybe agreeing to play a drinking game with friends while harboring a secret isn’t the best idea, but minho is tired of keeping the shift in your relationship a secret, anyway
hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-dusk
word count: 1.5k
summary: “not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum”
wrapped up [s,f] by @joyfulhopelox
word count: 12.4k
summary: the dance soc is not the place to flirt but you promised yourself you’d try new things this year, and when the boy wearing the colourful cosy sweater approaches you with a compliment you can’t resist but respond to him
WRONG CROWD. [s,f] by @seospicybin
word count: 24k
summary: you meet minho again at the high school reunion, the kid who used to sleep in class turns a tattoo artist
west side ft bang chan, lee miho [s] by @setsugekka
word count: 6.5k
summary: a very special valentines with your two boyfriends
between us (lee know, kim seungmin) [s] by @cb97percent
word count: 5.7k
host requested: lee know from one night at the back door series [s] by cb97percent
word count: 5.2k
minho + bondage kink [s] by @lix-ables
minho + voyeurism [s] by lix-ables
[5:27pm] [f,a] by @propertyoftoru
word count: 2.3k
smother me [s] by propertyoftoru
word count: 2.5k
“you’re the only thing that i think i got right” [s] by @straylightdream
word count: 5.8k
summary: the lines between friends and lovers is quick to blur. there isn’t anyone you would rather spend your time with, and he finds his sweet escape when he’s alone with you. what started out as casual thing that was supposed to be secret kept between the two of you leads to so much more
sudden desire - i want everything with you [s] by straylightdream
word count: 2.6k
summary: you always thought you knew exactly what you wanted in life. but being with minho makes you realize you want so much more with him
bad day (lee know, kim seungmin) [s] by @gimmeurtmi
word count: 2.4k
audience ft lee minho, kim seungmin [s] by gimmeurtmi
word count: 5.1k
summary: min & y/n (ft. minho) engaging in exhibitionism. y/n has a wet dream about minho and it’s kept her restless and horny — obviously seungmin takes note and asks whats going on and y/ns all like nooo youre gonna think im weird and i feel bad i don’t want you to hate me but he’s quick to shut that down and reassures her that he’s into it too because no matter what y/n will always belong to him
piercings (lee know, kim seungmin) [s] by gimmeurtmi
word count: 2.4k
eating reader out (lee know, kim seungmin) [s] by gimmeurtmi
discovery [s] by gimmeurtmi
summary: after a tiring day, all you need is your boyfriend and the comfort he provides
tell me [s] by gimmeurtmi
word count: 2.1k
kisses with minho [f] by @rachalixie
the best man [f] by rachalixie
word count: 1.4k
summary: your best friend's getting married, and you're the maid of honor. minho is the best man. you're just trying your best to not let him get under your skin
the best man part 2 [s] by @tasteracha
word count: 1.5k
summary: the best man and the maid of honor have to fuck after the wedding, right? it's the rules
painting (lee know, kim seungmin) [s] by tasteracha
summary: you did something wrong. or, alternatively, 2min are possessive
word count: 1.9k
drabble (lee know, yang jeongin) [s] by tasteracha
summary: minho lets felix get away with anything, including sleeping with his girlfriend
let me see you [s] by tasteracha
gates of hell [s] by tasteracha
word count: 2.2k
you didn’t think your first one night stand would turn out like this [s] by tasteracha
feel the beat [s] by tasteracha
summary: minho has this way of bringing out the most obedient sub in you
minho's long hair [s] by tasteracha
minho eating your pussy like it's a five star meal [s] by tasteracha
cockwarming computer science major minho [s] by tasteracha
kisses with minho [sug] by tasteracha
between (bang chan, lee know) [s] by @tasteleeknow
word count: 5k
summary: your two roommates are your best friends in the world. you’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. queue tension and smut with feelings
strawberries ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by @tasteleeknow
word count: 5k
summary: your boyfriend catches his best friend moaning your name
everything and no one [s,f,a] by tasteleeknow
word count: 14.3k
summary: you’re a royal servant, someone who was supposed to sink into the shadows and speak only when spoken to. power: you had none… except when it came to the crown prince
addicted to you: one week [s] part 2 by tasteleeknow
word count: 1.2k
summary: minho has been on tour for weeks, he can’t sleep, so you send him an audio message to help him relax aka minho humps a pillow
lovely and sweet [s,a,f] by tasteleeknow
word count: 6.3k
summary: you’re insecure, both about being inexperienced and about revealing your body to him fully. minho asks if he can show you how much he likes you. a sickly sweet, body worship, virgin!reader smut
feast [s] by tasteleeknow
word count: 2k
summary: minho teaches you self defence and then…. well ya know
knife kink [s] by tasteleeknow
lee know fic recommendation list part 1
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“I want a turn…”
Hanging out backstage with the boys before their performance was totally normal. You made sure to remain out of frame of any Talker cameras and any pictures they took and no one said a thing. You were just here for your man anyways, moral support and all.
When you arrived to the waiting area after work today, you found Minho was already all done up. His outfit was pristine and his hair looked better than yours ever could.
But today, he looked so soft. The way they dolled him up made him look like the feline he always acts as. You already knew the man was beautiful, but today he looks so pretty too.
“Wow, Min. You look prettier than I ever could. I’m actually pretty jealous.” You say to your boyfriend as he looked up to take in your tired form.
He smirked, knowing you were mostly kidding. “If that’s true, then why don’t you pamper me? I’m basically your trophy wife.”
“I had something else in mind.” You remarked as you sat next to him and looked to see if anyone was paying attention to you guys. They weren’t. Everyone was used to you showing up.
“I want a turn being in charge tonight. Let you be my pretty sub and I’ll tell you all the things you could do to me.”
His smirk widened until his pearly white were on display. “The thought of letting you take control is interesting. But I run the show in the bedroom, you know that. Nice try, though.” He squeezed above your knee tightly and you jumped a little.
“You’ll let me have my way one day.” You mumbled under your breath, trying to not let your face turn red from embarrassment and the rejection.
“Maybe. Don’t count on it, baby girl.”
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lee know’s boyfriend habits !
pairing: lee minho x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: none!! ©yyx2
cat play-dates
if you’re dating minho then you’re co-parenting his cats. they all love you, and minho loves seeing them with you. he has multiple photos of the cats playing with you to sleeping on you. sometimes he uses the excuse that his cats miss you and will send you a picture of soonie to make it seem like he wasn’t the one sending the message.
sharing food
minho loves food, so of course he loves to share it with his favorite person. he likes to introduce you to new food places, or his favorite ones. if you don’t like it, don’t tell him or else he’ll hold a grudge against you for weeks. one thing minho loves to do is film mukbangs with you, mostly because he gets to choose where you two eat from.
reading to you
minho reads to you whenever the two of you spend the night together. whenever you’re not feeling the best, minho reads your favorite book knowing how much you love his voice. minho enjoys reading himself so it soon became a routine. if minho happens to come across a steamy part of any book he’s reading, he’ll deepen his voice, exaggerating his words just to make you feel flustered.
acts of service
sometimes minho isn’t very great with his words and it can be hard for him to express how he really feels towards you. he says ‘i love you’ through actions and helping you out. minho wants to make sure you’re as stress free as possible, so he does whatever he can to help you with whatever you may need.
updates you on his life constantly
when minho is away from you, there is not a day that goes by where he doesn’t text you. it’s never about anything important either, sometimes it’s just random photos of himself or his surroundings, or it’s messages about what he’s doing. he’ll randomly update you about what he’s eating or even what the members are talking about. to anyone else, it seems pointless, but to minho he’s sharing moments of his life with the person he loves.
teasing is his love language
minho lives off teasing you just so he can see how flustered you can get. he makes it a competition with himself to see how embrassed he can make you. usually he does this by kissing/biting you in sensitive places or just saying out of pocket things. it’s very amusing to him.
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Academic Rivals with Lee know
Pairing: Academic rival!Lee Know × Gn!Reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: mention of food, nothing more as far as I can remember
A/n: hear me out
"We should work together in this assignment" "I don't want to pair up with you" "Neither do I, but at least then we know we'd get a perfect score"
Academic rival Lee Know who'd be stuck with you in the library when it's storming outside and the power is off - the first time you guys actually talked
Academic rival Lee Know who moved his seat to be next to you, and uses as an excuse the fact that by sitting closer he can "show you my better grades more clearly"
"Who needs affection when you have blinded hatred?"
Academic rival Lee Know who'd realise you're not just a rival when you bring him food while he's studying
Academic rival Lee Know who realises he likes you when he can't pay attention to class because he was thinking about you
Academic rival Lee Know who'd take you to a cafe to study and whoever gets the lowest grade pays (in the future he'd break his own rule and try to pay it himself)
"I truly don't know if you guys hate each other or are the bestest of friends" seungmin said to you once
Academic rival Lee Know and you who'd stay up till late talking shit about a teacher that both of you dislike, or about that one student who neither of you like
Academic rival Lee Know who'd go from competing with you all the time to being happy for every single win of you (while teasing you as always)
Academic rival Lee Know who'd hype you up so much if you had to debate against someone else in your class.
"If you can compete with me you for sure can destroy this other guy"
Academic rival Lee Know who gets a bit jealous when someone tries to pair with you for an assignment
Academic rival Lee Know and you who'd heal from academic validation and fear of failure together
Academic rival Lee Know whose first "I love you" was said in the form of "You're good enough"
#thats not really rivals but what can j do#hopefully this gave you a little bit of inspiration#skz fluff#stray kids#stray kids fluff#stray kids soft hours#stray kids soft thoughts#skz#skz x reader#skz x you#stray kids x reader#lee know x reader#lee know stray kids#lee know#lee minho#lee know fluff#lee know drabble#lee know headcanons#celi headcanons
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"One of us is going to end up with a broken heart" -> them saying no to adopting/fostering a cat or kitten, so probably Min, you can make it a runt of the litter if you want to sprinkle some angst, but only sprinkle! I can't handle being drowned 😭 Honestly this feels self indulgent now, but we ain't gonna dump now, no sir-e
Just a fluffy time with the "no we can't keep it" dad trope (dad? I mean if you wanna, I won't say no 🙈) then them being the reason its kept, always a sucker for this ugh, gen.neutral would be fine, see no reason for specification on this, go ham, cause I kinda did lol whoops
Aww I love this thought so much, I finished it immediately after you sent it in🤭 I do hope you like it💕
Pairing: Minho x gn!reader
Warnings/tags: pure fluff
Word Count: 767
“Minho, no,” you shake your head firmly as you realize where your husband is so eagerly taking you this cold December morning.
“You don’t even know what I-” he starts protesting but gets cut off quickly by you.
“Min. We’re not adopting another cat!” you groan softly.
Minho parks the car in front of the animal shelter and turns to you with a big pout and the best puppy eyes he can muster. “But-”
“Minho Lee, I said no,” you shake your head, thinking of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori, who had just gotten familiar with the newest addition, Cookie, a small brownish-grey goofball who’s been keeping you busy this past month.
Minho sighs softly and looks at you, utterly heartbroken. “Baby, listen, we agreed ‘no kids yet,’ but…I have to share my love somehow.”
Your jaw drops, and you try to stifle a laugh. “Minnie, you have four kids already, five if you count Felix as your fifth kitty.” That makes him laugh as well. “You can practice being a dad of five, do we really need a sixth kid?”
-
“Look at him, isn’t he sweet?” Minho asks, voice growing all gentle and sweet like you know him around cats. In the small basket in front of you, there’s a little black kitten staring at you with big brown eyes. Your husband turns toward you in search of agreement, and suddenly, you’re faced with two brown-eyed kittens staring into your soul.
“He is,” you nod, eyeing him suspiciously as he pets his head softly.
Minho looks back at the kitten and makes a soft sound, his smile widening as he kneels down, and the kitten makes a few wobbly steps towards him. Minho picks him up after checking with the employee and rubs his forehead against the kitten’s head. “He looks like Channie, doesn’t he? All in black and those sad eyes.”
You chuckle and roll your eyes at him fondly. “Ah, that’s why; you miss your hyung so much you want to adopt a kitten looking like him.”
Minho shoots you a playful glare and shakes his head. “Obviously not.”
“Minnie, come on,” you sigh softly and shake your head. “It’s too much.”
“Cookie needs a little brother, that’ll make him responsible,” he says so seriously it makes you laugh.
“Min.”
“Seriously, Y/nnie,” he sighs and makes eye contact with the kitten. “Always the same with them. One of us is going to end up with a broken heart at this rate,” he tells him.
“Minho, seriously,” you laugh and smack his head playfully.
“You’re such a meanie,” he pouts.
“And you’re forbidden to take another step into an animal shelter in the next five years at least,” you shoot back, and his head spins toward you.
“Five years?! Honey, are you crazy?” he gasps and sets the kitten back down. “I’m so sorry, Channie, I would’ve taken you in any day. I would’ve made sure you had a cozy spot, delicious food and you’d be our new maknae kitten.”
Oh, for fucks sake.
-
“Cookie, look, you got a little brother,” Minho announces cheerfully and sits down, keeping your sixth kid in his lap. He makes a happy sound and wiggles from side to side as Cookie nuzzles his face against the newcomer. “Soonie, Doongie, Dori, come here,” he calls out for the rest and holds up the black kitten above his head. “Say hi to your baby brother, Channie.”
“No, he won’t. He’ll kick your ass if you tell him the reason for it,” you snort.
“Minho,” you crack up. “You can’t seriously call him that.”
“Why not? He’ll love it,” he grins smugly.
“He’ll never know,” he shrugs and sets down Channie on the floor. “Never,” he announces and looks at you firmly.
“Come on, I said yes, let me at least choose another name,” you laugh and sit down next to him. “I don’t want to wake up to you calling out for beloved hyung in the morning.”
“Fine~,” he sighs and side-eyes you with a light huff.
“Oh! I know something, we’ll call you Lixie,” you say proudly after a moment.
“And that’s supposed to be better?” he asks sarcastically, ruffling your hair. “I can’t name two of my kitties the same.”
“You call him Yongbokie either way. Shut up,” you giggle, and he pokes your side.
“You shut up,” he giggles and presses his lips firmly against yours. “I love you so much, baby,” he beams at you.
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“Yeah, yeah, anything to satisfy my beloved cat dad,” you snort and ruffle his hair, giggling softly. Gosh, you love this idiot.
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pet play with lino…big stretch…best ways to stretch your cat tiktok typa guy
STOPPP U KNOW IM ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT THIS.
lino first pushing his thick, veiny cock inside of you.. you’re on all fours with your back arched, just like a little pretty kitty for him. as the tip breaches your hole, he’s moaning, telling you just how much of a good kitty you are making so much cream for him.. Mmmmm. his hand is splayed across your back, pushing you down further into the sheets. your mind is fuzzy, eyes watering with need as all you can think is please, please, please..
AND THEN THAT ONE THOUGHT I’M ALWAYS THINKING OF. lino pushing inside of you saying “biiiig stretch. oh, there you go, good kitty. taking me so well in that little pussy, yeah?” and you’re nodding, and he stills, letting your pussy stretch out and feel him fully. he’s so careful not to hurt his pretty kitty. you’re impatient though, saying “please, please sir, please give kitty more!”. i can imagine him snapping at this point, his hand wrapping around your throat to drag your back up to his chest as he starts to piston in and out of you roughly, your cunt making loud wet noises around him…
he’s whispering in your ear, bunny teeth digging into his plush bottom lip and hot breaths of air fanning over your neck. “this is what my kitty wanted? well, since you’ve been so good, i suppose it’s alright for sir to fuck you this dirty.”
♡ juno
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