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etherealinowrites · 9 months

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love on the court | lmh

jock leeknow x nerd female reader

✮ ❝ lee minho, a 23 year old senior at levanter uni is the jack of it all. he was the captain of the football team, the president of the dance club, the resident chef and a loving cat dad of three cuties. it was unfair how he seemed to just have it all! good looks, amazing physique, never ending charisma and irresistible charm. safe to say, he was the most popular guy at your college, known for being the heartthrob and heartbreaker of everyone attending. but when he crosses paths with the shy and smart y/n, who is walking around, trying her best to keep her 8.5 gpa intact, he cannot help but feel he’s been wearing a mask all along. and why does only y/n have the power to take it off him? drawn to the silent beauty, minho feels his priorities change and who knows, maybe they fall in love? one thing is for sure, he has a whole lot to prove if he wants to win her heart and have his own love on the court. ❞ ✮

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➺ genre: university/college au, jock minho, athlete minho, shy girl x popular guy trope, strangers to lovers, typical college romance, nerd y/n, goody two shoes y/n and rule breake minho. cliche. CLICHE. so fucking cliche. it’s basically a 2000s girly movie in 2023 with lee minho in it. also some smau to make it fun.

➺ warnings: eventual smut, crude language- sweating and profanity, partying, clubbing, drinking and alcohol, mentions of drugs (none of the characters take them but they’re mentioned), causal sex, hooking up (i mean they’re all over age and in college so the usual), issues of mental health (anxiety and panic attack related to exams and assignments etc), minors dni

➺ schedule: whenever i can find time (i’m a full time uni student AND a part time intern AND i freelance so please try to understand🩵) . releases: october 2023.

➺ word count: in progress

➺ series taglist (don’t ask to be tagged if you’re a minor!!) : @endzii23 @you-make-skz-stay @tinyelfperson @nattisbored @jetblackbelle @helpsplease @lolos-hoes @noellllslut @thevampiregoth @astraystayyh @seo--changbin @jisunglyricist @felinows @she-wintersoldat @abbiestearsricochet @miin17 @laryisthinking @jisuperboard @theboyz-jacob @aishjah @skz-streamer @semi-semiisbae @httphans @urmomma0324

@hanjisunginc @moasworld @vixensss @realrintaro @ilovehimyourhonour @binnielovie @idkluvutellme @gnfelix @yandere-stories @berrybearbear @brooklynie @justletmehavethenamemarsomfg @phtogravi @yeetlixs @ddazed-lhs @skzwife-02 @moonlyah @babigriin @m111nho @boi-bi-ahaha @leeracha @hxraiiii @reidsfav @doyouknowbtsswag @skzwife-02 @dariangarcia @chlodavids

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🩵meet the characters pt1

🩵meet the characters pt2

✨dynamics 📱

->chapter one | the meet cute - 3.5K

you make acquaintance of your uni’s football team captain

->chapter two | the strike - 📱

the two friend groups have some heart to hearts

->chapter three | twitterati - 📱

the people of the uni are the biggest gossip mongers ever

-> chapter four | locker room talk - 5K

apparently the guys talked about you. oh, and minho wants to take you out. nothing big. (you were freaking out)

…..more to be added

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yongbokiee-felix · 2 months

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Leeknow sent a pic and video on bubble 🫧

“What happened while I was sleeping...

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ”

#stray kids #lee felix #han jisung #changbin #hwang hyunjin #leeknow #bang chan #jeongin #seungmin #skz lee know #stray kids lee minho #stray kids lee know #lee minho #lee know #skz minho #stray kids minho #minho #skz bubble #soonie doongie dori

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bangchansnudes · 2 months

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just thoughts about fwb(to-lovers)!minho. god damn.

he’s cocky. so, so fucking cocky. but rightfully so because just look at him 😩 he’ll always be bragging about how he could get anyone he wanted (and he really could) and that you were soooo lucky to be his fuck buddy because he’s so hot and is good at what he does.

and of course he’d constantly remind you that he absolutely wanted no strings attached.

blah blah.

YET!

he’s the one always showing up at your place, like he lived there. even after fucking, he’d self invite himself to stay over, saying he was too lazy to go home but really, he just secretly wanted to spend time with you. he just wanted to cuddle with you, to shower with you, to wake up to you in his arms.

he’s so obviously attached, smitten for you but he’s just in denial about it. the man thinking it’s just a spur of the moment kind of feeling and sweeps it riiiiiight under the rug.

as time passes, the flashing of minho’s name on your phone screen no longer meant a call just for sex. the man would occasionally ask to hang out, to have dinner or even just a drive. at this point you guys were no longer JUST friends with benefits but you’d both keep quiet about it. cliché lol.

and then he sees you with other guys and oh god, lee minho will flip. the man will be raging with jealousy over the slightest things. like you hugging your guy friends, laughing at their jokes etc etc. he wanted to storm over, to pull you away but... he had no right. because you guys were fucking, something minho had to remind himself of everyday.

so after getting so fed up with your popularity with the male population and his own pent up feelings, minho finally cracks and confesses to you but it’s not a normal confession.

no of course not.

he’ll be screaming and insulting you the whole time, totally confusing you at what the hell was even happening. until he finally says, “YOU ARE SO ANNOYING BUT I FUCKING LIKE YOU!”. you’ll end up laughing at this, telling the boy that you liked him too and he’ll reply with something along the lines of “YEAH WELL GOOD FOR YOU.”.

then you live happily ever after 😂

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godslino · 3 months

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2:45a.m. | minho established relationship. fluff. dad!minho.

pairing: minho x fem!reader word count: 2.5k summary: when a storm hits, minho makes sure your daughter is able to fall back asleep

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You’re not sure what wakes you first: the crack of thunder or the resulting cry.

Your entire body jolts, the room painted in a flash of white that disappears just as quickly as it came. The weather report had stated that there would be a storm, however ones this bad were uncommon, especially in Seoul.

Another cry. It crackles through the baby monitor on the nightstand at the same time it echoes off of the walls of the other room. You move to kick the covers off when an arm stops you, warm and heavy where it’s thrown over your waist. You instantly relax into the touch, sighing when the tip of a nose brushes against the shell of your ear.

“I got her,” Minho mumbles, his voice raspy with sleep.

“It’s okay. You have an early morning, I can do it.” You argue, but make no move to get up.

Minho doesn’t respond, instead he knocks a kiss to your temple and tightens the blanket around you once he’s out of bed. You hear the soft pads of his feet against the floor and crack one eye open just in time to see him slip out of the room, his voice floating into the hallway, ‘Uh oh, what happened to the princess?’

The way the crying stops almost immediately is proof enough that it was a good thing Minho went in place of you. Seola is a fussy baby; she cries loud and wants incessantly—more than the usual ten month old. She can’t go anywhere without her elephant binky and hates wearing hats, if she doesn’t like a food she’ll snap her lips shut and turn her head until her face is pressed into the back of the high chair, when she’s angry she shakes a tiny fist in your direction and pounds it against your arm. But perhaps the most difficult thing, the one that has you wanting to pull your hair out most of the time, is that sometimes the only way to calm her down is if Minho is the one to do it.

A part of you always knew that your baby would favor Minho, as funny as it sounds. When you first got pregnant, one of the things the two of you were most excited for was being able to feel the baby kicking. Minho sang to your belly every night after you first broke the news, even as you laughed and told him that he or she didn’t have ears yet.

“So?” he questioned, glaring at you from where he had his head pressed against the bare skin of your stomach.

“You also know you don’t have to lift my shirt up, right?”

“Yeah? Well then I can’t do this,” he’d said before blowing a raspberry straight onto your belly button. His laughter then quickly turned into a string of apologies as he came to the realization that the sound might have been too loud, his hand rubbing soothing circles along the lower part of your stomach while you watched with fond eyes.

Minho never missed a night. He made sure that he was always home before you went to bed when he could be, oftentimes fighting with his manager to be let out early or skip practice entirely, promising to show up early the next day and put in the work on his own time. On the nights where he couldn’t make it or the two of you were separated by distance that made him want to give it all up, he called and made you press the speaker into your gradually hardening baby bump.

You and Minho found out that you were having a girl on the day of the first snow. The two of you watched with tear-filled eyes as the ultrasound technician pointed to the monitor in excitement, her smile detectable even beneath the mask she had covering her face.

“Congratulations! It’s a girl!”

Minho called his mom first. Her shouts of joy were so loud that he had to hold the phone away from his ear, his smile the brightest that you’d ever seen. Pride. He was so proud of his little family that he thought his heart might burst.

You called your parents next, and Minho held the phone up so that the two of you could give them the news through the camera, his free hand squeezing yours tightly as you cried and told them that you couldn’t wait for them to come visit once the baby came.

The members were last, all seven of them piled on top of one another on the couch in the practice room, Hyunjin and Changbin fighting over the fact that ‘I can’t see, asshole!’ and ‘You’re tall enough just stand in the back!’

Finding out the gender of the baby made everything more real. Bows and dresses and frilly socks—every time Minho came back to the apartment he had a shopping bag hanging from his arm. He spent most of the time on his phone looking at baby things and stuff that was completely unnecessary.

“What about this?” he asked, pointing his phone down to where your head was resting in his lap.

“Minho,” you scolded, glancing up at him with furrowed eyebrows, “I am not buying a booger straw for the baby.”

“It’s not a booger straw—”

“That is one hundred percent a booger straw. You literally have to suck the boogers out of their nose. Can’t we just buy a nasal suction like normal people?”

“What if it’s not efficient enough? I hate when my nose is stuffy, what more our baby? She won’t even be able to communicate with us, I feel so bad for her.”

“Oh God,” you groaned, dramatically throwing an arm over your face as Minho continued to explain in thorough detail why a booger straw was a necessity in that very moment, even though your due date was still months away.

As time passed and your stomach grew, so did the nerves Minho had about not being present enough. With the nature of his career, it was hard for him to not feel like he wasn’t excessively absent most of the time. Stress took a toll on him, mentally and physically. It wore him thin until the circles under his eyes were the worst you’d ever seen and his mornings couldn’t start without a mandatory dosage of ibuprofen to dull the headache he had the minute he woke up.

Minho was doubtful. He had dreams that his daughter wouldn’t know who he was and that his moments with her would be spent through a phone call rather than with his arms wrapped around her tiny body. He felt like he had already failed a million times without ever even having the chance to prove himself.

On the night the baby kicked for the first time, Minho came home late.

Pregnancy fatigue had taken its toll on you that day. You’d remained in bed, too nauseated to move and aching throughout the entire expanse of your back. Minho worried the moment he woke up, but you’d urged him that you were okay and sent him on his way to the company, practically begging him to leave rather than to deal with another earful from his manager about absences. Luckily for you, his mom was able to come over, and you let her dote on you as well as cook and clean as much as she pleased.

You’d fallen asleep early, your stomach full of homemade food and blankets freshly washed, leaving Minho in a frazzled state because you hadn’t picked up his calls for his nightly belly-singing session. To top it all off, dance practice ran late because of a last minute formation change that needed to be perfected before the next day’s performance.

When he finally made it home, Minho booked it to the bedroom, dropping to his knees next to the bed to place his hands on your stomach as you slept peacefully on your side, your head tucked into the crook of your elbow.

Sometimes, unbeknownst to you, Minho would wake in the middle of the night and talk to your stomach, talk to the baby. It was a little self-indulgent, some alone time for him to speak all of his worries, fears, hopes, and dreams out into the world. That night, it was just them again. Just Minho and the baby.

“I’m home,” he’d said quietly, rubbing soft circles into the material of your shirt, “Daddy’s sorry he’s late. It’s snowing outside, so I couldn't drive too fast.” He waited a few seconds before starting to sing, his voice soft, quiet enough that he wouldn’t wake you up:

펄, 펄, 눈이 옵니다

peol, peol, the snow is falling

하늘에서 눈이 옵니다

the snow is falling from the sky

하늘 나라 선녀님들이

the heavenly seonyeos

송이 송이 하얀 솜을

the white cotton

자꾸 자꾸 뿌려 줍니다

it keeps sprinkling

Minho had moved forward once he was done, resting his cheek against your stomach as gently as possible. He let his eyes focus on the snow falling outside the window, the city covered in a thin blanket of white.

“You’re gonna need a name soon, huh?” he asked, lightly drumming his fingers against your belly. “We found out you were a girl on the first snow, did you know that? My little snow girl. My—wait. Seola means snow girl. That’s pretty, right? Do you like that?”

Minho, not expecting a response, nearly screamed when he felt the softest of thumps against the skin of your stomach, just beneath the palm of his hand.

“What—” Kick.

“B-Babe.” He said, louder this time, sitting up straight to stare at your stomach with wide eyes. You stirred awake, shifting slightly to crack an eye open.

“Minho? You’re home? What are you—”

“Has she been kicking?”

You shook your head, pushing yourself up to rest your back against the headboard. “No, of course not, I would’ve told you if she did. Why? Did something—” You were cut off by the strongest kick yet, your hand flying to your stomach.

“Seola.” Minho had said again, his voice cracking halfway through when another kick came before he could even finish speaking.

From that moment on, Minho knew in his heart that your daughter’s name was always meant to be Seola. He’d talk endlessly about how he would always treat the first snow of the year like a second birthday, and he’d always make it a point to say her name whenever he was talking or singing to your belly.

Much like now, with his back turned to you, Minho’s voice is still as gentle as ever.

“Sometimes when the air is angry it makes electricity,” he says, swaying back and forth as Seola rests her cheek against his shoulder. Her eyes are droopy, heavy with sleep as Minho talks to soothe her back to bed. “And then the lightning makes the air really really hot, and it goes boom.” He pats her back a few times, shushing her when she brings a fist up to her face to rub it angrily. He hums a soft melody, something nonsensical, quiet enough to lull her to sleep but also loud enough to overpower the sound of heavy rain hitting the window.

You watch as he lays her back in her crib, black hair fanned out around her head as he places a warm hand on her stomach to keep some added weight on her body until he’s certain she’s sleeping deeply.

“Oh look,” you say from the doorway, making him jump, “You bored her back to sleep.”

Minho laughs, light and airy, walking over to wrap his arms around you and rest his cheek against your head.

“Jealous that she likes my voice more?”

Minho’s voice, still deep with sleep, rumbles beneath his chest, right where you have your face pressed into it. You take a deep breath, inhaling him as best as you can, his cologne mixing with the smell of baby powder and Seola’s soap.

“No, I just wish you would come back to bed now and bore me to sleep too.”

A hand runs up and down your back, Minho’s adam's apple bobs when he swallows too hard. “I wouldn’t have to if you stayed there like I told you to.”

“I just wanted to check on you,” you sigh, “Also it’s nice to see the two of you together. I don’t get to see it a lot, y’know?”

Minho stills on his feet, and you pull back in time to catch the ghost of a frown on his face.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, “I know. I’m—fuck, I have to be gone tomorrow too.” He runs a hand through his hair, and you can practically see the guilt worming its way into his head.

Determined to stop the inevitable self-loathing, you bring your hands up to cup his face, your thumbs running gently along the corners of his mouth. He melts into the touch immediately, closing his eyes and exhaling out of his nose.

“That’s not what I meant. I just like to cherish the time we have when all three of us are together, that’s all. This isn’t a ‘you versus me’ thing, okay? This is me and you making do with what we have.”

“Yeah,” he nods, “Yeah I know. Me and you.”

“Always.” You smile, leaning up to press your lips together.

With the thunder no longer rumbling overhead and the rain lighter than it had been earlier, you and Minho deem it safe enough to retreat into your bedroom without running the risk of Seola being woken up again.

“Do you want me to explain the force of gravity?” He whispers, playful but weak where his fatigue is starting to seep into his bones.

You laugh and tuck your face into his neck, his arms tightening around you on instinct. When you don’t answer, he knows that he doesn’t have to speak for you to drift off to sleep; knows that no matter what you’ll always be at home tucked into his side, and eventually lets sleep overtake him too.

When morning hits the sky is cloudy and the room is painted in a pale gray. The spot next to you is cold, sheets still tousled from sleep where Minho had been. You frown, glancing at the baby monitor on the nightstand that’s oddly quiet. It’s not normal for you to wake without the sounds of Seola beating your internal clock to it.

Your confusion only grows when you step into the hallway, the sounds of light snoring drifting out from the nursery. When you breach the doorway, you stop short, your heart doubling in size at the sight before you.

Minho is there, slumped against the side of the crib, his head leaning on one of the slats of wood and his arm shoved through the gap, Seola’s hand wrapped tightly around his finger. He must’ve gotten worried at some point in the night, scared that the rain would wake her again.

You inch forward to kneel beside him, running a hand through his hair and smiling when the touch makes his nose twitch. Seola’s own does the same when she sleeps, a little mole on the tip of her right nostril, just like her dad has on his left nostril. A direct reflection of one another; of love in its purest form.

On the floor beside him, Minho’s phone lays open:

To: Chan [2:45a.m.]

I won’t be in later

Find a way to manage without me

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becomingmina · 3 months

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How they would react to Y/N being clumsy/embarrassed during… smut w/ SKZ Maknae line 18+ only Mdni. {tw: blood}

How they would react to Y/N being clumsy/embarrassed during sex w/ Maknae line:

Han Jisung:

“Jisung.. I’m close,” you moaned, spread out inbetween his legs as he rubs circles on your clit.

“Hold it in,” he says, wanting to edge you more.

You tried to hold it but you were going to burst anytime now. Your hands come to grip the sheet under you and you sink your heels into the bed as you try to help you.

“Ji— Fuck—,” you moaned as he move his fingers faster, applying the right amount of pressure to relief you.

“Ahhh— cummi-,” you moaned, squirming in his chest as cum. You suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from your calf and you helplessly wiggle in his arms.

“Owww, shh— Oww cramp! Cramp!” You cried at the pain. You realised you tensed your leg muscles too much trying to hold in your orgasm, causing your leg to cramp up.

Jisung quickly jump from behind you reaches for your thighs in panic.

“Where? Where?!” He asked, looking all over your body for where cramp was. You lied on the bed on your side, your hand coming up to hold the area that was burning.

“My calf,” you cried, hiding your face in the mattress as it scrunched up at the pain and the embarrassment.

Jisung’s hands replaced yours and he slowly soothes the area with gentle massages. Your hands now comes to cover your head, feeling the pain start to go away.

“You okay now baby?” He places a couple of kisses to your calf before laying besides you, digging his arm underneath your head.

“Just embarrassed..” you admit, lifting your head up so he can put his arm down.

“What? Don’t be,” he giggles softly at you. “What happen? Was I too rough?” You look up to meet his glossy eyes, he wasn’t crying but he was clearly taken back at the situation.

“No.. I just tensed my legs a little too much trying to hold back,” you say, laughing at your own stupidity.

“You’re okay now baby. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made you hold it in,” he says, leaning in to peck your nose. He feels bad. You listened to him so well but there were consequences - this instant getting a cramp.

“I feel bad, ripping you from your orgasm baby, wanna make it up to you,” Jisung says gently looking into your so too glossy eyes. “Tell me how I can make it up for you?” He asked.

You look down between your bodies and reaches for the erection on his pants. “With this,” you replied back cheekily, forgetting about what just happened.

Lee Yongbok/Felix:

"Where do you want it?" Felix bites his lip, squirming on the the couch, ready to cum.

You don't release him to say anything, hoping he gets the idea you him to empty in your mouth - down your throat.

You bob on his length faster and his hips buckle up hitting harshly against your throat. You feel yourself choking up a little bit at it and suddenly forgot how to breathe.

You pull away from him with a deep breath as he cums, and he shoots his white liquid onto your face, some going straight up your nose. You squirmed, coughing and shaking your head at the hot sensation in your nose. “Ahh—”

Felix laughs at the scene, finding you so cute. “I’m sorry baby.” A hand coming to comb your hair away from your face.

“What happened? I thought you wanted it in your mouth?”

“Couldn’t breathe,” you chuckle, embarrassed. He looked down at you, adoring your flustered complexion.

“You okay now?” He asks. You nod up at him with big eyes, your tongue coming to wipe some of his seed that landed on your lips.

“God, you look so cute like this baby,” he smiles. “Come here,” he taps his thigh and pulls you up from the floor.

“Can’t believe you choked on my dick,” he jokes, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table to clean your face. “Am I that big?” You playfully nudge him.

“You sure you feel okay baby? Your face is still red,” he was so gentle, carefully holding your face to he wipes his mess off.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, wrapping your arms around him leaning in to give him a kiss.

“You did so well. Mmm, wanna reward you,” he says between the kisses as he throws the tissue away. He tugs at the hem of your shorts and gets on top of you, eyeing your body part that he craved.

Kim Seungmin:

“Need.. need something in my mouth Minnie,” you begged. Your boyfriend was slamming into you from the back, hitting your g-spot each time.

“Cum first,” he says sternly but you were too impatient. You wanted to taste him now.

“No!” You moaned with the deep thrust. “Wanna .. wanna suck you off please,” you pleaded gripping the bedsheets underneath you.

“I said cum first,” Seungmin smirked to himself at your eagerness to taste him. He loved when you get desperate.

“Min— I want it,” you say slipping from him before turning around to push your boyfriend back on the bed. He looks at you as you desperately reach for his dick, mouth opening as you kneel down in the process.

“Hey hey hey, slow down!” Seungmin says as your mouth touch the condom, nearly devouring his dick like that. You pull back away from him when you realised what you were about to do.

“You slutty baby,” he laughs at you, finding you absolutely insane and cute for that. You curled up in between his legs, hiding your face on his thighs as your hands squeezed them, an attempt to release your embarrassment. Fuck, you think to yourself. He was never going to let this go now.

“Going to use it against you now,” he holds your head, caressing it to soothe your emotions but he wasn’t going to let you go off easily though.

“You’re crazy,” he teases, lifting your face up.

“You want your dick suck or not?” You retorted, shooting your eyes up at him.

“Yes, but with the condom off,” you takes his the thin plastic off and you rolled your eyes at his expression - he is smirking, what a bully.

“I hate you,” you hide your face again.

“You love me… And my dick,” he runs his down your body before stopping at the globe of your ass.

“Come on, don’t be shy now my dumb baby, hm?” He places a light slap to your ass and you look up at him. “I need your mouth. Want my dick in your mouth so badly,” he begged, using his desperation to get head to cover up your embarrassment.

Yang Jeongin/IN

Jeongin pulls out then rests on his forearms on-top of you as he catches his breath.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asked, pressing a chaste kiss your your lips.

“Mhmm.. you’re so good,” you praised him, smiling at your gorgeous younger boyfriend. He smiles back at you before looking down at the mess he made, his smile suddenly turning into straight as his brows furrowed.

“What is it?” You say after taking in his face. He looked worried, his eyes waver around the lower part of your body.

“Did I hurt you noona? There's a lot of blood,” You instantly sat up to look down. There were spots of blood on the bed sheets underneath you, on you and on Jeongin’s dick.

“Oh my.. oh my god,” you froze, you were modified, absolutely humiliated. You can’t believe it, out of all the times your period is due it happened right now - while you were having intense sex with your boyfriend. You stared at him with glossy eyes before moving further from him.

“No, don't run away,” he grips your arm. “Is it—” he was going to ask but you were too embarrassed to even be asked that.

“-Yes. It's disgusting, I'm sorry—,”

“—No, it's not,” he was quick to defend you. He hates when you feel embarrassed and especially when it was out of your control too. It also didn’t matter to him, he doesn’t feel uncomfortable by it - as along as you weren’t hurt. “It doesn’t bother me noona,” he reassured, his other hand coming to cup your flustered face.

“Is it okay if I continue?” He wanted to keep going. You thought he would be grossed out by it but no he wasn’t, he was still as hard as a rock.

“But, I don’t.. I don’t want it to get messy,” you say, still feeling a little bit uneasy.

“If you don’t want to continue here..” he places a kiss to your lips. “…you know I’m a big fan of shower sex too,” he smirked and start a feel completely eased now.

“Hm? What do you say?” He moves his kiss down your neck now and you warp your arms around him.

“I like shower sex too,” you say and he wraps your legs around him before getting up and walking you slowly to the bathroom.

Hyung line here 💌

{Notes: Not proof read lol}

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