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saturnnelahy · 4 months

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Minho is the type of boyfriend who….

I can't stop thinking about Minho being the kind of shy boyfriend who, when he's in public, keeps quiet and doesn't touch you too much, but always keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay and happy. But when you're at home or alone, he's so sweet and gentle, smiling silly at you and doing whatever you want.

Minho who doesn't usually call you affectionate names or say "I love you" all the time, but in the morning when he thinks you're still asleep he whispers how much he's in love and how much he loves you. Who wakes you up with a slight smile and says "good morning, my kitten", giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Minho who is extremely needy when he's sick or very tired, wanting to lie next to you all the time, giving you hugs and asking for kisses to help him get better, because for him your kisses are the best medicine.

Minho who isn't much of a talker because he loves to listen to your voice while you talk about your day and the things you like, who loves to sit in silence watching you do even the simplest things because to him you're so beautiful that he could spend eternity just appreciating you.

Minho who won't verbally ask for affection but makes a cute face every time he wants you to hug him, who will always roll his eyes and grimace pretending he doesn't like it when you hug him or shower him with kisses but who secretly loves it when you do.

Minho who will tease you in front of others, calling you needy for always hugging him and wanting his attention, but who would be very sad if you didn't, because he loves being in your arms.

Minho who gives you a little kiss every time he leaves the house or comes back, and who would be hurt if you left without saying goodbye.

Minho who asks you every day if you've eaten and who likes to cook you his favorite foods. Minho who is always trying out new recipes and saving some for you.

Minho who loves to sleep on your lap or with his head resting on your chest while you stroke his head, and who, on days when he's feeling vulnerable or exhausted, asks to be the smaller sleeper while you give him light kisses on the neck.

Minho who always misses you when you're on tour and calls you every day, sometimes just to be quiet or to hear you talk about something. Who secretly takes one of your coats to wear when he misses you so much that he can feel closer to you.

Minho who loves to see you wearing his clothes or accessories but who always teases you about it just for fun and to see you smile.

Minho who has thousands of photos of you with his cats saved on his cell phone, and who carries a cute photo of you in his wallet.

Minho who always looks at you in such a passionate way that it makes you shy, who always kisses you with such passion that it makes your legs weak and your cheeks blush, which makes him laugh softly and kiss your forehead gently.

Minho who loves you very much exactly the way you are and who tries every day to be the best boyfriend in the world for you

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feelbokkie · 15 days

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the one where minho gets you exactly what you want

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: it's impossible to tell minho no. espceially when you tell him you don't want anything for your birthday.

pairing: boyfriend!minho x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,207

"Hang on--wait a second--Minho!" You call out as the bag you are looking at is suddenly yanked from your hands.

Minho ignores you, as he continues to make his way to the checkout counter. He walks quickly, not quite running or speed walking. You know his pace, this is the fastest you've ever seen him move when he isn't dancing. And yet, he moves swiftly like he's on the stage.

He's already halfway to the checkout counter when you manage to catch up to him. Somehow, one of his steps is two of yours and you're having trouble catching up to him. His eyes keep facing forward, focusing on his end goal. Maybe you're imagining it, but you think he is moving even faster.

The two of you finally reach the front of the store. One other person

"W...what are you doing?" You try to catch your breath from the unexpected jog you just took.

"Buying your birthday presents," Minho responds nonchalantly, finally turning to you.

"I said I didn't want or need anything for my birthday though." You remind him softly.

It's true, Minho has been asking you what you want for your birthday for weeks, and each time, you've told him 'nothing.' You didn't think much of it when he invited you out to lunch. You thought he would settle with just paying for your meal and drop the subject of getting you a gift altogether. So when he suggested going to the mall afterward, it completely slipped your mind.

"Uh huh," He turns forward again, checking to see if the customer who was ahead of you is still finishing his transaction.

"You paid for lunch already. And I don't need anything--" You try to pull the small brown backpack out of his arms to no avail.

"But you want this, right?" He questions, still not looking at you.

"That's not the point--"

Minho cuts you off by walking up to the counter and setting his things down in front of the cashier. You watch in amazement as you realize that all of the things that Minho is buying are things that you were contemplating buying yourself but changed your mind last minute.

"Did you two find everything okay?" The cashier asks cheerfully.

"Actually--"

"We found everything okay," Minho cuts you off. You watch as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket.

Minho makes polite conversation with the cashier as he rings up the items. He's wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black polo shirt that you got him. You can't remember if it was for Christmas or his birthday. His face is covered up with a mask and his hair so he's unrecognizable at first. You know it can't be comfortable. You know how he feels about his hair being in his eyes and how the strings of the face mask always dig into his skin. He's wearing it more for your privacy than his. He doesn't mind running into fans but he knows how some of them can be so he's dressed as inconspicuous as possible.

"When did you grab all of those?" You question as you watch the cashier continuing to bag everything.

"I can be sneaky too." He pats the top of your head without breaking his concentration.

"You don't have to get me anything for my birthday. I already know that you love me." You mumble as he slides his wallet, getting ready to pay.

"You should let people do nice things for you every once in a while. Not everything has a double meaning. I'm buying them for you because you want them and I love you and it's your birthday. I'm not trying to convince you of anything. You deserve nice things so let me give them to you." He hums softly.

You clench your fists, knowing he's right. But you really don't need anything for your birthday. Spending time with him is enough. All the little things he does for you are enough.

Your eyes glance over to the cash register and zero in on the balance.

$358.60

"Hey, Lee Minho!" You quickly grab his wrist to stop him from paying.

Minho turns to you and blinks a few times. You stare at him with pleading eyes, trying to convince him to stop.

"Eh erm," He grunts before taping his card to the card reader, your grip having no obvious effect on him.

Ding

You sigh as you release his arm, defeated. Minho thanks the cashier and takes the back from him. He throws his left arm around your shoulder and leads you out of the store. You can practically imagine the smirk on his face underneath his mask.

"You're going to use the things I got you right? And they'll make you happy?" He asks quietly.

"Yeah," You mumble.

"Then I don't mind spending that much on you. I would spend more but I know that it would make you uncomfortable. But I also want to spoil you because you deserve it." He says loudly as you exit the store. It's not crowded out, there's less of a worry.

"I already feel spoiled dating you so I really don't need much else from you,"

You're not sure how you got lucky to have a boyfriend like Minho. Who, while being a bit more on the quiet side, is the most attentive and caring person you've been around. He always seems to pick up on your moods before it even registers in your brain. And he tends to do little acts of service for you like cook you food for work or pick up a copy of a book that you mentioned being curious about once. He's already given you so much, there genuinely wasn't anything else you could think of to ask from him.

He stops walking, forcing you to slightly jerk back. He holds up the shopping bag in front of you, "Just take this. You can think of me whenever you use the backpack then. Put a little Leebit on it and my photocard or something. That way I'm always with you. You can even use that picture of me with the prop gun so it wards off other guys. And when you tell them that it's a picture of your boyfriend, they'll just think you're a delusional fan and back off. Now say thank you and give me a kiss."

"You're ridiculous," You laugh, taking the back from him.

"What was that?" He teases, pulling down his mask to reveal his infamous mischievous smirk. He stares you down and taps on his lips to give you a hint.

"Thank you, Minho. I love you," You give in, the heat in your body rushing to your cheeks.

"You're forgetting something,"

"Ah, you're a brat," You gently press your lips to his. Only momentarily in case someone spots you.

"No, that's you. Now let's go home and rest, I ran today and I'm tired."

"Yes, yes, I saw. Surprised your old body can move that fast still."

"You want to talk about old? You're the one who aged today."

"Don't start with me."

"Hehe," He giggles, pulling his mask up and dropping his arm to lace your fingers together. "Happy birthday, jagia."

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linopls · 7 months

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kinktober day three

makeup sex minho x fem!reader summary: minho hasn't been the best boyfriend lately, but he wants to make it up to you. warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, soft soft soft sex, unprotected sex 1.3k words

you’re sat at your kitchen table, your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. a mug of coffee between your hands, it's been sitting for so long it's gone cold. the table is littered with tissues and a full bowl of soggy cereal is left completely uneaten.

“y/n.”

you hear a familiar voice call out your name. you never even noticed that someone came through the door. you sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve and turn around.

“get out,” you whisper when you see who’s standing in your doorway.

“y/n,” minho sighs. “i’m sorry.”

minho walks towards you and you turn around and lay your head on the table. he pulls one of the kitchen chairs up next to you and sits down. he places one of his hands on your back and rubs smalls circles.

“y/n, i’m sorry.”

“i don’t want to hear it,” you snap and sit up.

minho pulls his arm away quickly and places it in his lap.

“you ignore my calls, my texts, you don’t do surprise visits anymore.” you turn to face him. “you haven’t said i love you in two months, two months!”

you begin to cry. minho scoots his chair closer and places one of his hands on your cheek.

“y/n, i’m sorry. you might not believe me, but i am truly sorry. i promised you i would come over last night and i didn’t. i’ve been distant without reason and i am sorry. so truly sorry.” you can see tears start to form in his eyes, and for a second you almost feel guilty.

“am i not good enough for you?” you ask between choked sobs.

“y/n,” minho says meekly. “don’t ever say that.”

“i can’t think of any other reason.”

“i’m scared,” minho confessed. “i am scared to love you. i want to love you and give you everything your heart could ever desire but i am scared. everything i’ve ever cared about or love disintegrates before me and i don’t want that to happen with you.”

“oh.”

minho wipes a tear from your cheek and leans in to kiss you. you apprehensively kiss him back. he kisses you slow and gentle, continuing to wipe the tears that fall onto your face. he pulls away and connects his forehead to yours.

“y/n, my love, will you ever forgive me?”

you ponder for a second, wondering if you should give him a second chance. his words seem genuine. you’re interrupted from your thoughts by him asking.

“can i show you how sorry i am and then you can decide?” he slowly caresses your cheek again and plants a kiss on your nose.

“please,” he cries.

you nod and he stands up from the chair and picks you up bridal style.

“you’re wearing my sweatshirt,” he points out.

“mhm, i missed you,” you mumble.

once in your room, minho gently lays you down on your bed. he moves to the end of the bed and starting at your ankles, he slowly kisses his way up your clothed body, whispering an assortment of compliments as he makes his way up.

“you’re so pretty,” he says as he kisses right below your knee.

“you’re the soulmate of my dreams,” he whispers, kissing at your stomach.

“i love you more than words can say.” you can feel his warm breath on your neck.

“you’re my one and only,” he mumbles against your jaw.

“i love you, y/n,” he says before softly pressing a kiss to your lips.

you’re quick to interlock your lips to his. his gentle actions and sweet words make tears pool in the corner of your eyes. you cusp both hands around his cheeks and he wraps one of his arms around your lower back to pull you closer to him.

minho is the first to pull away, breathless his whispers, “god, y/n, i love you so much. i’m so sorry i ever caused you pain.”

you caress your thumbs against his cheeks. “please, minho, i need you,” you whine.

minho begins to kiss back down your jaw and neck. he leaves several marks along your collarbone and moves down to kiss your lower stomach. he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your pants and gently pulls them down your legs, placing gentle kisses at your exposed skin.

“min,” you whimper.

“don’t worry, baby, i’m gonna take care of you.”

he places his hands on both your knees and gently parts your legs. he moves himself face to face with your core, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. he places a gentle kiss to your clit and licks a long stripe from your hole to your bud. you moan quietly and your back arches, begging for more. minho wraps one of his arms under your thighs and latches his lips to your clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves.

you moan and whine in response, interlocking your fingers in his hair trying to move him as close as possible. minho moves his unoccupied hand to your hole, gently teasing it with one of his fingers. he pushes the finger in slowly and you moan out in pleasure.

“please, minho,” you whine.

he slowly begins to fuck his finger in and out of your sopping wet hole. before long, he adds a second and third fingers. you feel yourself quickly coming to your release and you tighten your grip on his hair and slowly rut against his face. minho works slightly faster and hums and moans against your cunt.

“i’m gonna cum,” you moan, rutting against his face uncontrollably.

“mhm,” he responds, not breaking contact from your core.

with a few more thrusts of his thick fingers, your orgasm takes over your body. minho’s never made you finish more intensely. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back arches off the bed, and you can feel your release drip down your thighs. after fucking you through your orgasm, minho starts to lick up the release dripping down your thighs and places one last kiss to your sensitive core before moving back up to attach his lips to yours.

“need you,” you mumble against his lips.

minho chuckles. “want me to go again?”

“no, no, no. need you,” you whine, grabbing his hips and pulling them against yours.

“oh, of course, anything for the love of my life,” he says, slowly taking his sweatpants off.

you part your legs for him again and he lines his dick to your core and pushes in slowly. you both moan softly as he pushes himself full inside you. minho balances himself on his knees and grabs one of your legs from the underside of your knee, pushing it back against your body. he slowly slides himself out and back in, the new angle causing you to moan loudly. he moves his unoccupied hand to your clit and rubs small and gentle circles on the already sensitive bud.

“s-so good,” you moan, grabbing his forearm with both hands.

minho giggles and starts to thrust faster into you. the overstimulation causes tears to form in your eyes, you can quickly feel the knot form in your stomach again as minho begins to work faster on your clit.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum again.”

“cum with me please,” minho moans, pushing your leg even closer to your body and fucks into even faster.

you nod and let your release take over your body once again. minho is quick to follow and you can feel him twitch and paint your walls white. the feeling makes your eyes roll back and toes curl. minho slowly continues to move through both your orgasms. when you’ve both calmed down, he gently collapses on top of your body without pulling out and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck.

“i love you,” minho whispers, placing one last kiss to your neck.

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notsosweetchan · 9 days

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Warning: smut (Minors Do Not Interact)

Paring-Hyung line x reader-

-Favorite position -

Chan (Reverse cowgirl)

He enjoys pressing his hips up against you, grinding down on your wet pussy as you ride him, it's the way your breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, how your nipples scrape against his chest. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming. He breathes heavily, his eyes locked on your round ass cheeks as they gently sway from side to side.

His hands grab onto your thighs and pull you closer to him, digging into your flesh just slightly. His cock throbs inside of you, filling you up completely with each hard thrust.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he moans, his voice guttural as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. His fingers trail up your thighs, tracing delicate patterns on your skin before eventually finding their way to your clit.

Rubbing it in circles, he feels a shiver course through your body. Chan smiles to himself, knowing that he has the power to make you feel this way, to bring you so close to the edge of ecstasy just with his touch.

His hips pick up speed, slamming into you with a force that makes the headboard hit the wall. Your walls clench around him and Chan groans lustrously as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his peak.

"I'm gonna cum," he growls against your ear, his ragged breath hot against your sensitive skin. "I'm gonna cum inside of you." With a final thrust, Chan's orgasm washes over him, his cock twitching inside of you as he empties his seed deep within you.

Minho (Doggy style)

It allowed him to feel in control. he liked the power of dominating his you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he guided your movements to match his own relentless pace.

There was something primal and animalistic about it that appealed to his inner desires, a primal need to mark his territory and leave a lasting impression on you. he relished in the moans and whimpers you would let out as his hips slammed against yours, driving himself deeper and deeper within.

“Tell me you like it,” Minho growled in your ear, his voice husky with desire. “tell me how much you love it when i take you like this.” you moaned in response, unable to form any coherent words as the pleasure consumed you both. your nails dug into the sheets, your body trembling with every powerful thrust.

Minho grinned in response, spurring him on to go even harder. he could feel himself getting close, the tension coiling in the base of his spine.

“That’s it, love,” he groaned, his pace increasing even more. “come for me. I want to feel you come apart around my cock.”

The words sent you over the edge, and your orgasm washed over you like a wave crashing against the shore - powerful and consuming. Your muscles clenched around Minho's shaft, milking him for all he was worth as he too tumbled over the edge with a shout. he held onto your hips tightly as he came inside of you, both of them shaking in the aftermath of their shared release.

Changbin (Wall)

He feels in control while still being able to penetrate deeply. He takes his time, slowly entering and withdrawing from your tight heat, savoring every moan and gasp that escapes your lips. He rests his hands on your hips, guiding you to the perfect angle, angling his hips just right to hit all the right spots.

Changbin's thick girth stretches you open, claiming you with each and every thrust. "You feel so good," Changbin growls into your ear, placing a biting kiss on your neck, "like you were made for me."

His words send shivers down your spine, a wave of pleasure washing over you. Slowly but surely, Changbin picks up the pace, pounding into you with more force, making your bodies smack together with a wet slapping noise. Your moans grow louder, your orgasm building with each deep thrust.

"Chang-bin," you moan, his name coming out in a drawn-out whimper, "I'm close, I'm so close." "That's it," he pants, "cum for me baby, cum on my cock." His words push you over the edge and you cum hard, your inner walls clenching around him and milking his length.Changbin groans, his hips stilling as he releases himself inside you, filling you up with his warm cum.

Hyunjin (Spooing)

He wants to feel close and connected to you while still maintaining a sense of dominance. He enjoys the intimacy of being behind you, with your bodies pressed together, but also likes the control he has over the pace and depth of penetration.

This position enables him to caress and kiss the back of your neck, which he finds sensual and arousing. Hyunjin also appreciates the opportunity to whisper dirty words into your ear, something he knows can be a turn-on for you.

“I love feeling every inch of you, wrapped around me so tight,” he pants, his voice a low growl against your skin. His hands grasp your hips, guiding you into a rhythm that has you both moaning.

“You feel so good, so damn good...” is fingers trail up your stomach, teasingly brushing against your sensitive nipples before leaving you aching for more. As the pleasure builds, he nibbles on the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Hyunjin knows how much you love his possessive touches and doesn’t disappoint, biting down gently just enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to break the skin.

He wants you to remember this night, to feel him inside you even after he’s gone. The room is filled with the sounds of your combined panting and the wet, slick noises of their movements.

Suddenly, Hyunjin reaches around and slips a finger between your legs, massaging your clit in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me,” he commands, his voice husky and demanding. “I want to feel you coming apart around me.” His words send you over the edge, and you do as he says, your orgasm crashing over you in waves as your muscles involuntarily tighten around him.

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hyunjilicious · 10 months

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[bang chan x reader] // [minho x reader]

Summary: this started out as a "how would bf!skz react to you saying 'it hurts' (or any variation of) during sex" but I got carried away and it turned into just plotless filth.. + writing this for more than 2 members in one night felt like cheating lol (SMUT) ~1k each

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m receiving)... face fucking basically, slapping, spanking, name calling (whore, slut..) + plus lowkey degradation, cum play/swallowing, tying ppl up (??? idk how else to say it sksksk), lowkey mean!Chan but like consensually lowkey mean!Chan, pain in the ass!Minho... I think this is everything? I don't know. Please let me know if I missed anything!! Also 18+ PLS!!! DNI OTHERWISE!!!!

Chan:

I'm sorry, but you two already have a safe word so whatever you say besides that, is only going to be used against you.

He'd have you pinned down into the mattress with only a pillow under your hips as he fucks himself relentlessly into you. Beads of sweat are rolling off his temples, the bed is shaking, the neighbors can definitely hear everything but still, he shows no signs of slowing down. His thighs are burning and he's almost out of breath, but with every thrust, he goes harder, deeper inside of you and very few things could make him stop at this point.

You don't even know anymore what it is - pain or pleasure, but taking into consideration your trembling legs and the way your cunt greedily swallows him whole every time he forces his cock inside, all you know is that you love it. Still, you're numb and overly stimulated at the same time, making that burning feeling between your legs, no matter how good, a little bit too much.

So you squint your eyes and hide your face down against the bed, scrunching the sheets into your fists as your moans turn into a cry. "Fuck-" you pant, "Fuck, it hurts, ah-"

Chan's thrusts slow down, but he's going just as hard and deep as he leans down to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up with your back against his chest. "What was that?" he asks directly against your ear, "It hurts?"

Your back arches against him as you cry. "Yes.."

"Good" he breathes against your skin before pushing you back down against the mattress. "It's supposed to"

This time, he lowers himself too so that you're now trapped between him and the bed, with no way to escape, and he thrives on knowing just how much you love that.

"Chan baby, please" you cry, your cheek pressed into the pillow as you have your head turned to the side.

His panting right above you, his face inches away from yours as his rugged and hot breath fans the side of your neck. "What is it, hm? Tell me, baby girl" he grins.

"Please…"

"Please what?" he rasps as one of his arms snakes around your body to reach your clit. "Talk to me" he adds, placing a kiss on your shoulder before sinking his teeth into your skin.

Your eyes shut with an overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, but you manage to take a deep breath and open your mouth, however not much comes out. "Baby…" you cry.

"What is it, angel?" he chuckles, "Did I fuck you dumb already? Can't even form a sentence for me, my baby?"

You'd say something, the words are there, inside your head, but they're messy, flying around and neither of them agrees to go past your lips. So you just nod. Pathetically.

"My dumb, little girl" he coos while thrusting into you. "So drunk for my cock, aren't you? But you like it like that, just laying there while I have my way with you? Tell me"

Again, all you can do is nod.

"Good, baby" he says and pushes the hair away from the back of your neck so he can kiss you, right before pushing himself back up again. "Make me cum, doll, come on"

Not that you could answer, let alone actually move a muscle, but Chan doesn't care. He digs his fingers into your hips and guides your entire body up and down on his cock, all your weight as if nothing in his arms. He'll feel the burn tomorrow because right now, he can't stop for the world.

Once he resumes his pace, hitting all the right spots at just the right angle, you barely manage to give him a warning before your legs start to shake. "God, I'm so close, so-" you pant, "Fuck"

"Cum for me" he urges you, "make a mess on my cock, princess, come on"

So intoxicated for him, from the way he held you to the literal feeling of every vein of his cock against your walls, your orgasm comes crashing down on you in waves. And yet, somehow, it wakes you up a bit.

"Chan" you extend an arm back towards him, "Stop, stop, stop, please!" Normally, those words wouldn't deter him, but your voice sounds serious enough for him to quirk an eyebrow. "Stop, please"

"What's-"

"Pull out please, I want you to cum in my mouth"

As if he wasn't close enough anyway, he had to take a moment to contain himself. His movements halt, for just a second, before he slowly and painfully pulls out. "Fuck, I thought something happened, but you're just a fucking slut for me"

You proudly nod and then feel yourself get yanked to the side, falling back onto your back, as Chan settles with his knees on either side of your head.

He's pumping himself into his hand, and you take that as the biggest insult in the world - when your perfectly good mouth is just inches away? Without hesitation, you swat his hands away and push yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around his head.

A hiss of relief breaks from his throat before he fists your roots into his own hand. He's guiding your movements, fast and shallow, until he looks down to meet your eyes and knows he can push further. Next thing you know, he's leaning forward, prompting his weight on his free hand as his cock goes all the way down your throat, completely cutting off your air supply.

Your arms are around his clenched thighs, your legs flailing around as you struggle against the tears in the back of your eyes, but it is very clear to the both of you who's going to win this competition.

"Fucking made to take my cock down your throat, princess" he breathes, pulling out of your mouth and finishing himself off with his hand.

In a second, his cum lands on your tongue, your eyes on his' the entire time. He's all red, his hair is a mess - wet and curly, he can barely breathe and all the air in his lungs comes only in the form of the sweetest, most perfect moans.

"Fuck, fuck-" he cries again as the last drops leak out of his tip.

When he looks down, you're already swallowing his cum, and gathering with your fingers the mess he made on your cheeks, on your chin and on your neck.

"Jesus-" Chan breathes out as he falls down next to you. With the last ounces of energy left in his body, he pulls you against him, his lips instantly finding yours.

Earlier, you could taste yourself on his cock. Now, he can taste himself on your lips. And neither of you wants to stop.

Minho:

This man is kinky. He knows everything and owns every sex toy. Every other week he comes up with new things to try, he's extremely careful, incredibly good with communication and always knows what he's doing. Despite all of this, pain is never the focus. He doesn't get off on pain, it doesn't matter that it's a completely safe and controlled environment, pain - in whatever shape or form, has no place during sex. He'd much rather over-stimulate you, not let you cum, hear you cry and beg for him, and every time you do something that could potentially hurt, like slapping or pulling your hair, he knows your limit very well and never crosses it. HOWEVER. However, everything adjacent to actual sex, is a whole different story. He'll take advantage of your low pain threshold and just use it in his favor.

One day, he's on top of you, working his expert knots around your wrists as he ties your arms to the bedpost. "Ouch-" you flinch, "That hurts a bit"

"What?" he looks down at you, faux worry on his features. He knows very well what you're doing. "Is it too tight, doll?"

You just nod.

"I'm sorry" he grins and pulls on the rope, harshly securing your hands into place. "Nothing I can do about that"

Or. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, with you sprawled across his lap. He's still fully clothed while you're completely naked, ass already red and covered in his hand prints.

"God, Minho, it hurts!" you whine, turning around to grab his hand and stop him from continuing.

"Well, it hurt me too" he swats your hand away and leans down on his elbow to be at the same level with you. "How do you think I felt when you came from that vibrator only? My dick wasn't even out of my pants yet. It hurt me, doll"

"You put the vibrator there!" you try to counter but he settles back into his spot and shuts you up with another rough slap against your already sore buttcheek. "Fuck!" you cry out in defeat, little giggles escaping your lips before you manage to hide your face into the sheets.

"You promised you wouldn't cum. It's not my fault"

"I promised I'd try!"

"You're a strong woman, Y/n, you can do anything you set your mind to" he chuckles as he spanks you again, taking the time to enjoy your whimpers before continuing. "I think you just didn't try hard enough. Or maybe you did it on purpose"

"Oh, for fuck's sake" you cry, but the simple fact that you can't manage to hide your amusement makes your words mean absolutely nothing to him. So he goes again, slapping your ass and also sinking his fingers into your already traumatized flesh. "Fuck, Minho, it hurts so bad!"

"What? This?" he laughs and spanks you again.

At this point, you're kicking your feet and hiding your face into the nearest pillow, yet still wiggling your ass in his face, clearly letting him know you haven't had enough yet.

"It's ok, doll" he cooes, and rubs his hand up and down your back. "I don't want to do this, you're making me do it. You just need to apologize to me"

"I'm sorry…"

"Look at me while you're saying it, baby" he demands.

You turn around a bit, just so you can see his face, but while you're almost entirely successful in hiding your amusement, Minho doesn't even seem to be trying. He's all a smile, very clearly enjoying this a bit too much. "I'm sorry, Minho, can you please forgive me?" you pout.

He thinks about it for a second and then grins, "No"

You're about to comment, but he spanks you again, so all you can do is whimper and rub your thighs together. "Please, I'm begging you!"

"If you so badly want me to stop, why is your cunt so wet, hm?" he asks, trailing his fingers up and down your opening a few times before shoving his fingers inside you with absolutely no warning.

Moaning, and trying to grind your pussy back against his hand, you hide your face into your shoulder and mumble "From the vibrator"

You have no idea if he heard you or not, but you know damn well he'd never let that kind of sarcasm pass.

"Y/n?" he calls, twisting his fingers inside of you and stretching your walls.

"Yes"

"Are you going to be whore for me and cum on my fingers, baby?"

"Can I?"

"Of course you can" he nods and picks up his pace, knowing very well how close you were to a second orgasm. "But I hope you know that I'm still going to fuck you afterwards, will you be able to take it?"

You try to whimper something, but all that comes out is just a little moan.

"You sure, doll?" he asks, pressing his thumb against your clit as he starts pumping his fingers into you harder and faster. "Three rounds? Isn't that too much for your little cunt?"

"Nuh-uh"

"Nuh-uh, what? Use your words, baby"

"No," you swallow, "It's not too much… please"

"Please? Please what?"

"Please fuck me, Minho"

"Well if you ask so nicely…"

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dreamescapeswriting · 10 months

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Summer Nights ~ LMH

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

PAIRING: Minho x GN!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, clingy minho, cute, sweet, soft,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023

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A/N: I feel like this came out so short I’m sorry! I hope you like it though!!

To everyone on the outside of your relationship, Minho was a cold and uncaring boyfriend but that was because they didn't see the boyfriend that you saw in private. In private Minho was one of the clingest boyfriends of all time - not that you ever had any complaints about it of course. You adored how clingy he was to you, though in summer you did love it a lot less since it was far too hot for someone to be clinging to you all night long in bed. Something you hadn't really noticed he did until recently though.

It was just last week when you'd woken up drenched in sweat because of the heatwave that was hitting your area when you realised that Minho was clinging to your body.

As soon as you felt a droplet run down your cheek you whined and moved to get away from the one thing that was causing your body to overheat and sweat. You slowly pulled yourself out of the bed and turned to look at Minho who was now pouting in his sleep, a frown beginning to form between his brows as you shook your head to yourself. As much as you loved your boyfriend it was far too hot for you to be laid right next time him and be cuddled. It was almost 35 Celsius outside and you weren't in the right mood to be cuddled to sleep so you headed out of the room to go and splash some cold water on your face. Maybe that way you'd be able to cool yourself down before getting back into bed beside your human radiator of a boyfriend.

Running the tap for a little you began to scoop some water into your hands and gently splash it onto your cheeks, letting yourself relax as the cool water cooled you back down to a normal body temperature. Whoever said summer was the best season was a liar, you felt as though you were going to melt away in this heat. You would gladly take winter over summer any day of the week, being cold and being able to add layers on to get warmer was easier than being too hot for any kind of clothes at all.

Sighing a little to yourself you slowly began to make your way back to the bedroom, rubbing the back of your neck and freezing in the doorway when you saw Minho staring at you. His arms folded across his chest as he pouted at you, a frown on his forehead as he finally saw you coming back to him. As soon as he felt you weren't beside him he couldn't sleep anymore and he hated it, he needed you beside him to be able to sleep.

"Where have you been?" He whined a little as you slowly got back into the bed beside him, reaching for the thin sheet and pulling it up onto your body. At least if you were covered in a thin sheet you could sleep,

"Washing sweat off my body," You giggled a little when you noticed how pouty he was being about this,

"Don't do it again," He mumbled, laying down and pulling you back into his chest, one arm around your waist with a leg wrapped around yours making you whine a little but you let Minho do what he needed to fall asleep once again.

Every day for the last week you'd woken up in the middle of the night because he was clinging to your body and you were overheating too much. But every time you'd move away from him he would simply drag you straight back to him, not giving you a moment of peace. Even when he would come home late from work, you'd be straight back into his arms and pulled into his embrace. Last night was no different, you were drenched in sweat and his arms and legs were clinging onto you tighter than ever before and you whimpered a little. There was no way you were going to get out of his arms without waking him up, or so you thought.

You'd managed to do it before going to sleep downstairs on the sofa but right now you were facing the repercussions of it. Minho was staring at you with a pout on his lips and his arms across his chest. When he'd woken up this morning to find you nowhere in sight he'd worried a little until he came down to find you fast asleep on the sofa of all places.

"You have to stop moving away from me in the night," He told you as a matter of factly, your eyes softening as you saw how upsetting it was for him to have to wake up without you. It wasn't that you didn't like sleeping next to him but you couldn't do it, not with the heat this unbearable.

"Minho-" You tried to say slowly but he was already shaking his head at you and getting ready to disagree.

"I can't sleep without holding onto you," It was a small whine that came out of his throat and you could hardly believe it when he did it, your eyes found him and you bit down on your lip. You did feel bad for leaving him at night but you couldn't help it,

"You can't?" You whispered a little as he sank down next to you and held onto your hand, shaking his head a little.

"No...I-I need to feel you close or I can't relax." Your heart was doing summersaults as you heard him admitting this to you, you smiled a little

"I didn't know that, it's just been so hot lately Minnie, I can barely sit beside you." You pouted a little as he looked at you, the two of you were going to go round and round in circles about the sleeping situation unless something was done about it.

"What if we got an AC installed? That way you can stay cool and I can have my sleeping buddy." He smirked at you, wiggling his brows at you. The truth was he'd already been looking into getting one for the house since he noticed how humid and dry the nights had been getting lately and he wanted you both to be as comfortable as possible.

"We could look into it, but I'm not going to get it unless you let me pay half," You already knew that if you didn't say something he would pay for it himself, it was just like Minho to spend all his money on you and not let you join in on it.

"Fine," He whines before carefully wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him,

"Can we cuddle a little? Just let me have another hour and then I'll let go." He begged as you nodded, cuddling into his side. Since it was still quite early in the morning the heat hadn't fully hit the house and there was a slight breeze through the windows making it more bearable to deal with.

"One hour," You promised him as you both snuggled down together on the sofa.

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rainydaydreamsideblog · 1 year

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(The Maze Runner) Spending a Rainy Day With Him

(Author’s Note: In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version...)

Thomas: Heavy rain usually puts most of the Glade jobs on hold. Everyone will find a tree or covered structure to sit under and wait until the rain stops. Wherever you are, Thomas will come find you. He gently takes your hand in his, brown eyes meeting yours in a silent request. You know that look very well. With a smile, you nod. The both of you go back to his hammock and climb in together, tangled up in a somewhat crowded mess of limbs, but it’s cozy. He likes having you close like this. Likes hearing your heartbeat, watching you breathe, and listening to you hum a gentle tune. It helps put him at ease. He’ll lay there with your head on his chest as it rises and falls, his hand running up and down your back soothingly while you both listen to the rain on the roof. Every now and then, he’ll give you a squeeze or bestow a forehead kiss. It’ll be a quiet time, at least for a little while. After sorting through thoughts, he might start a conversation if you haven’t already. It might be about your jobs. It could be about the strange dreams either of you were having. Or it could just remain quiet for a little longer.

Newt: When he feels the first drops fall on his cheek, he glances up with brows furrowed and lips parted to see if any more follow. Upon realizing it’s the beginning of a downpour, he tells the others to pack up the tools and get out of the rain. He’s already wondering if you found shelter already or not. He’ll be keeping an eye out for you as he walks to the nearest structure. It’s not like he thinks you’re in any danger or anything. He just wants to be sure you’re alright. He’ll be glad when you do find him, and a little smirk of amusement will grace his lips when he sees the state you’re in. Your clothes are a little wet from the dash in the rain, body shivering from the chill, and skin glistening. Newt will put an arm around you and draw you to his warm side, remaining like that as you both stand at the edge of the covered structure and gaze out at the rainy Glade. The time will be filled with quiet conversation with your faces inches apart, intent on each other’s pleasant company while the others goof around or chat behind you. He’s not super crazy about kissing in front of others, but he’ll glance over his shoulder to make sure no one’s paying attention before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Minho: He’s just about to head into the Maze when the downpour starts. Shuck. Nothing like a rainy day to dampen a run. If he gets caught in the rain while already in the Maze, it’s one thing. But if it hits before he leaves, then he’ll just take the day off. If he’s entirely honest, he doesn’t mind the break. He heads back, removes his gear, and decides to pay you a surprise visit. Runners are often up before most of the other Gladers, so it’s not surprising that you’re still in your hammock fast asleep. Minho will greet you softly with a playful chirp in his tone, calling you by his own term of endearment. When your eyes flutter open and you say his name in confusion, his heart just about leaps out of his chest. He’ll tell you that it’s raining so he has the day off, and to move over. You sleepily move over as much as you can so he has room to climb in with you, wrapping his arms around you. He’s an early bird, so he probably won’t fall back to sleep right away. He’ll enjoy watching you drift back into dreamland once more with the sound of rain tapping on the roof, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Gally: He is by no means a slacker, but he can’t defy the weather. Being that the conditions aren’t the best for building, he’ll tell the other builders on his team to head inside. He huffs a sigh of annoyance as he badly wants to finish this project. The rain starts to wash away the sweat that glistened over his skin as he takes his time picking up tools and whatnot so they don’t get ruined. Since he’s already soaked, he’ll go out of his way to find you wherever you took shelter. He’ll ask around if any of those shanks taking shelter under the structure have seen where you went. Someone will point, and finally, he’ll spot you making a dash across the Glade. He’ll stand there with hands on his hips watching you approach. You’re out of breath, but there’s a glimmer in your eye as you greet him. His heart pounds and lips turn up in amusement as he wraps an arm around you for a brief hug, not wanting to make a scene in front of the other Gladers. A midday snack is being passed around by Frypan, so the two of you sit shoulder-to-shoulder on a bench. You’re talking with each other and your closest friends around you. It was almost like a bonfire with jokes being made and laughter. Gally cracks up at a silly comeback you made to Winston, and suddenly, the rain doesn’t feel like such an inconvenience to him anymore.

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taeminsung · 4 months

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── enchanted..

pairing || minho x reader summary || when a change in his usual routine meant meeting you, minho couldn't help but be enchanted to meet you. genre/s || love trope. fluff. romance. angst. trope || love at first sight masterlist || stray kids as love tropes mina’s notes || sorry for the delay! life was hectic and writers block sucks. please enjoy ♡

Routine was something Minho thrived in. Something about the consistency of his day in the mornings caused the inner calm to be brought to the surface before the hectic schedule of his afternoons and evenings made his peace disappear. It’s why he loved the short walk to the same coffee shop with Seungmin where they ordered their usuals, before heading off to the company building.

Until the day he walked into the café with Seungmin in toe, that his life changed without him knowing it. The sound of an unfamiliar voice filled his ears, what can I get started for you? it asked. So quickly did his attention snap to you, someone new to the place he made a part of his life. When his eyes finally landed on you, your smile took his breath away. It melted away something in his chest that he didn’t know existed. You were like a ray of light in the darkroom that he’d been stuck in for some time. Excuse me? your voice rang out again, softer this time. Seungmin nudged him with a knowing smile before placing their usual order and pulling his older brother away from the forming line.

When schedules pulled them out of their usual routine, Minho couldn’t stop the small frown that kept appearing on his face in between the different activities. Why wouldn’t he stop his mind from drifting back to you? The encounter with you didn’t last more than a few minutes, yet he thought back to your smile and soft voice. The color of your hair and how it framed your face. Minho wanted to know more about you. What were your hobbies? Did you listen to their music? Catching the eyes of Seungmin in the mirror, he only grew more frustrated at himself knowing that once this small break was over, the same conversation with his younger brother would be brought back up.

On the next flight, he couldn’t stop kicking himself once he realized that he never caught your name either. How could something he deemed so small be the only thing that consumed his mind outside of lyrics and choreography? What was it about you that kept him in this state? The lingering questions kept him up. Did you recognize them? Was there someone else in your life that you care for? What else did you do? Minho would ponder these questions while he finally got to lay in his own bed wide awake, cursing himself because he knew that the schedule would continue to take him away from you.

Why wouldn’t he bring himself to stop thinking about you? All he could dream about was showing up at your door, flowers in hand, confessing to you all the thoughts that occupied his mind since that moment he laid eyes on you. Maybe it was for the better, this, longing love for someone he didn’t even know, but that didn’t stop him from imagining what your lives would be like together. Tossing and turning, he pulled out his phone to see their schedule for the next few days, only signing when he realized how much they had going on. What if the small opening at the end of the week allowed him for a fast stop at the café just to see you for a second. Yeah, he was out of his mind.

Opening the door, the next morning, he felt the bubble in his chest seconds before your voice rang out into the quiet space. He knew it was early when he dragged Seungmin out the door, but he didn’t want to miss the chance to see you. You should ask for their name, Seungmin had suggested on the walkover. When Minho saw the same smile as before etched on your face as you greeted them asking again what you could get started, he melted a little bit. Without answering your question he instead replied with, What’s your name?, leaving Seungmin to scoff in disbelief. The soft giggle you let leave your lips made Minho’s knees grow weak as you answered, y/n, bowing slightly to him.

While Minho monitored the member's dance practice, he couldn’t focus as all that possessed his mind was you. y/n he thought. A pretty name to match the pretty face. He was going crazy. His mind wouldn’t let him do anything besides daydreaming about what a future with you looks like. Yet, he knew that Chan was about three seconds away from smacking him or kicking him out of practice until he could be fully invested. Why did you have this effect on him?

Minho’s new routine was getting to the café a little earlier than he did before to ask you one new question a day as a way to get to know you. It was obvious to everyone that he was putty in your hands while you pondered his questions every day, indulging him in making sure that no answer was a one-word answer even though you could have easily replied that way. Was this feeling mutual? What was he feeling? When you smiled at him, all he wanted to do was gift you the world. When you giggled at something he said, all he wanted to do was kiss you.

When an off day finally arrived, Minho followed his usual schedule of going to the café to see you, only to find that you weren’t there, which was the first time since he’d met you that you were there. You had become such a constant part of his days that it felt like everything in this day would go wrong. Making it back to the dorm, he watched as the others shuffled around, filling a picnic basket with food and collecting blankets. We wanted to hang out by the river today, Felix said as he ushered Minho back out the door. The other members are going to meet us there, Felix happily provided more information as he continued to push Minho down the street.

As they approached, Minho couldn’t help but think this would be a great place to take you on dates. Lounging with you, head cuddled into his lap while he plays with your hair, enjoying the weather and the company of each other. So badly did he realize that if he wanted all of these moments, he kept dreaming to come true, he needed to find time to confess to you.

A soft giggle floated across the open space between the rest of the boys and him, bringing his attention back from his daydreams to, well you who was sitting with Seungmin. His feet stopped working as he stared at you. The way you seemed to be glowing under the sun as your laugh caused your eyes to close while you tipped your head back. Gods you were breathtaking. An angel on this earth was placed into his life to bring joy back into it. Seungmin invited them, Hyunjin said as he appeared out of nowhere to grab a few things from Felix. Said something about not wanting to get up so early anymore. Felix just laughed as he continued walking past the stunned Minho. Truly he didn’t know if he wanted to smack his younger member or thank him a million times over again for this.

Then your smile turned towards him as you waved over his way, causing his feet to move without thinking about it. His hand extending down to you before asking, walk with me for a minute? A shy smile pulled at his lips when your hand slipped into his and didn’t let go once you were standing and walking with him. Hope bloomed in his chest that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way too. Stopping near the edge of the river, he finally turned to face you. The person he was so madly head over heels for. I’m glad Seungmin invited me out, you said looking out over the water, I haven’t made a lot of friends since moving here, so it feels nice to be included. Oh, how his heart ached. He couldn’t understand how someone like you hadn’t made friends yet, but he was practically glad for this little selfish moment of getting you.

I’m more than happy you could come, Minho started, pausing when you looked at him, a smile spread on your face. He felt weak in the knees just looking at you. How had you already made him this crazy over you when he hadn’t even confessed yet. I like you, he blurted out, I have since the moment I met you.

It felt like he no longer had control of his tongue or thoughts. The first day we went into the café, I was so enchanted by you. You are all I can think about in every moment. The words kept coming out of him with no sign of slowing down. Only becoming easier when the look in your eyes seemed to encourage him to continue. I just kept hoping that our story didn’t end there, Minho said before whispering, I just hope you feel the same. Slowly your fingers laced with his, tugging him slightly close to where you stood. I was over the moon when Seungmin invited me because it meant I got to spend time with you outside of the café, you said quietly, I’ve liked you since the moment you walked through the café doors.

The hope that was blooming in his chest burst, forcing him to smile while ducking his head. There it was. The words he so desperately wanted to hear. You like him, he thought before looking back to your face and gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Can I kiss you?

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ tag list || @orchid-mantis-petals; @i-dontevenknowman; @deadcrow-donteat; @turtledove824; @hhwangsmoon; @kidrauhlschik; @jazziwritesthings

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jsabimi · 4 months

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— Stray Kids Daily BFF Texts.

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PAIRING : bff!stray kids o8 x gender neutral reader

GENRE : fluff, crack behavior

WARNINGS : mentions of food, playful teasing, insults, bickering

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#stray kids #skz smau #stray kids smau #skz #hyunjin #minho #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #stray kids fake texts #skz fake texts #chan #changbin #felix #seungmin #hyunjin imagine #minho imagine #felix imagine #changbin imagine

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jenli-leleesss · 10 months

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♡ ─ bf!stray kids reaction to you wearing another member's sweatshirt

warning(s): swearing, joking mentions of breaking up, joking mentions of stroke in hyunjin's part again, lmk if I missed something it's never my intention to upset my lovely readers 💗

request: hi!! I ws hoping you could do a skz text reaction to them seeing you wear another members sweatshirt? I think it would be so cute to see them kind of jealous. thank you!

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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mysweetlixe · 4 months

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✰ Not worth the tears ✰

Paring: |OT8 x Reader|

Genre: Romance and Angst

Words: 2.9k

Chan:

In the quiet aftermath of Y/N's recent breakup, Chan found her sitting alone on the park bench, tears glistening in her eyes. He took a seat beside her, a comforting silence enveloping them before he spoke softly.

"Y/N, I hate seeing you like this. Breakups are never easy, but you're strong," Chan said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/N sniffled, managing a faint smile. "It just hurts, Chan."

He reached out, gently wiping away her tears. "I know it hurts, but you deserve someone who sees your worth. And you shouldn't waste your tears on someone who doesn't realize how amazing you are."

She nodded, grateful for his comforting presence. Chan took a deep breath before speaking again, his eyes meeting hers with sincerity. "Y/N, I need you to know something. I've been your friend for a long time, and seeing you hurt like this hurts me too. But I can't stand by and watch you suffer when there's something I need to say."

Her eyes widened, curiosity mingled with the pain. "What is it, Chan?"

"I've cared about you for a while now, more than just a friend. I can't keep it to myself any longer," he confessed, his vulnerability hanging in the air.

Y/N looked at him, a mix of surprise and warmth in her eyes. "Chan, I... I didn't know."

"I didn't want to complicate things, especially after your breakup. But I can't hide my feelings anymore. You're worth more than you realize, and I want to be there for you in a way that goes beyond friendship," Chan admitted, his sincerity echoing in every word.

Y/N felt a mix of emotions but found comfort in Chan's honesty. "Chan, you've always been there for me. I never expected this, but your feelings mean a lot to me."

He smiled gently, "I just want you to be happy, Y/N. If it's not with me, that's okay. You deserve someone who appreciates you, and I'll be here for you no matter what."

In that moment, under the park's serene atmosphere, Chan's comforting presence became a source of solace for Y/N. The journey ahead may be uncertain, but the sincerity of their connection provided a glimmer of hope amid the tears.

Minho:

Y/N sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the echoes of her recent breakup lingering in the air. Feeling the weight of her emotions, she reached for her phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed Minho's number. As the phone rang, she took a deep breath, seeking solace in the familiarity of his voice.

Minho answered with concern in his tone, "Y/N, is everything okay?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she poured out her heart to him. Without hesitation, Minho promised to be there, sensing the depth of her pain. He arrived at her doorstep, a comforting presence in the midst of her turmoil.

Minho gently embraced Y/N as she let her emotions flow freely. His comforting words became a soothing melody, calming the storm within her. "You're not alone in this, Y/N. I'm here for you," he reassured, wiping away her tears with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

As the night unfolded, Minho found himself unable to hold back his own feelings any longer. He looked into Y/N's eyes, his voice filled with sincerity, "Y/N, you deserve so much more than what you've been through. I can't stand seeing you hurt like this. And, well, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Y/N, though vulnerable, turned her attention to Minho, curious about his revelation.

"I've cared about you for a long time, Y/N. More than just a friend. I know I might not be perfect, but I can't stand by and watch you suffer. I care too much to see you in pain," Minho confessed, his gaze unwavering.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her emotions shifting from despair to a glimmer of hope. Minho continued, "I don't want to see you shed tears over someone who doesn't see your worth. You mean everything to me."

In that moment, Y/N felt a warmth in her heart. The sincerity in Minho's words became a lifeline, pulling her from the depths of heartbreak. As Minho wiped away the last traces of her tears, he whispered, "You're worth so much more than this, and I'm willing to be the one who shows you that."

United in their shared vulnerability, Y/N and Minho found solace in each other, their bond growing stronger amidst the trials of the night.

Changbin:

Y/N's heartache echoed through the dimly lit streets as she found herself standing outside Changbin's apartment. The cool night air did little to quell the storm raging within her. With a hesitant knock, the door swung open to reveal Changbin, concern etched across his face.

Changbin took one look at Y/N, her eyes red and puffy, and without a word, he pulled her into a comforting embrace. In the safety of his arms, Y/N finally let the tears flow, the weight of her recent breakup lifted momentarily by the solace of Changbin's presence.

"I don't know where else to go," Y/N whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Changbin held her tighter, his warmth a balm to her shattered heart. "You're always welcome here, Y/N. Take all the time you need."

As the night unfolded, they found solace in shared laughter and memories, creating a haven within the four walls of Changbin's apartment. In the quiet moments between, their eyes locked, revealing unspoken feelings that had lingered beneath the surface.

Changbin gently cupped Y/N's tear-stained face, his thumb wiping away the remnants of her sorrow. "You deserve someone who sees your worth, Y/N. Someone who would never make you cry."

Y/N met his gaze, vulnerability mirrored in both their eyes. "Changbin, I never expected you to be the one to mend my heart."

He sighed, a mixture of relief and longing. "I can't stand seeing you hurt. And I need you to know, Y/N, that I care about you more than words can convey."

She searched his eyes for sincerity, finding a depth of emotion that left her breathless. "Changbin, I never thought..."

Before she could finish, he silenced her with a tender kiss. It was a confession written in the language of shared pain and newfound hope. As they pulled away, Changbin smiled softly.

"I'm not worth the tears you shed tonight, but I promise, I'll spend every day trying to be someone who is."

In that moment, the weight on Y/N's heart lifted, replaced by the warmth of a connection that had been there all along, waiting to blossom into something beautiful.

Hyunjin:

In a dimly lit bar, Y/N sat alone, drowning her sorrows in a sea of emotions and alcohol. Tears glistened in her eyes as the weight of a recent breakup pressed heavily on her heart. Unbeknownst to her, Hyunjin, a friend who had long harbored feelings, observed her distress from across the room.

Concern etched on his face, Hyunjin approached Y/N, quietly sliding into the seat next to her. "Y/N, are you okay?" he asked softly, genuine worry in his eyes.

Y/N sniffled, her voice shaky. "I... I don't know, Hyunjin. It just hurts."

Hyunjin reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone. I'm here for you," he reassured.

As the night progressed, Hyunjin listened attentively to Y/N's heartache, offering comfort and support. With each shared moment, an unspoken connection between them deepened. Eventually, Hyunjin mustered the courage to confess his feelings.

"Y/N, I've been by your side because... because I care about you more than just a friend," he confessed, his eyes earnestly searching hers.

Y/N, still teary-eyed, looked at him with surprise. "Hyunjin, I didn't realize..."

He interrupted gently, "I know I might not be worth your tears, but I can't stand seeing you hurt. And, well, I've been wanting to tell you... I love you."

Y/N's expression shifted, processing his words. Hyunjin reached up, brushing away a tear from her cheek. His thumb lingered, and with a soft smile, he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

In that moment, the bar faded away, leaving only Hyunjin and Y/N in their shared vulnerability. The warmth of his affection began to heal the wounds left by heartbreak. And as they embraced, a new chapter unfolded – a story of solace, confessions, and the promise of a love that bloomed from the shadows of sorrow.

Jisung:

Y/N sat alone in the corner of the quaint cafe, her thoughts tangled like the steam rising from her untouched cup of coffee. The news of her recent breakup lingered heavily in the air, casting a shadow over the once vibrant place. Fingers nervously traced the rim of the mug as she hesitated, then finally decided to reach for her phone.

With a shaky breath, she dialed Jisung's number, the familiarity of his name offering a semblance of comfort. The phone rang, each tone echoing the uncertainty in her heart, until he answered with a concerned tone. "Hello?"

"Jisung," Y/N's voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "I need you... Can you come pick me up?"

Without hesitation, Jisung assured her that he'd be right there. Moments later, his car pulled up outside the cafe, and Y/N hurriedly made her way to the curb, her eyes red from unshed tears. The warmth of the car offered a stark contrast to the cold reality she faced.

As they drove in silence, Jisung glanced at her, concern etched across his face. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," he offered, his voice gentle.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she couldn't hold back the pain any longer. She poured out her heart to Jisung, recounting the shattered pieces of her relationship. He listened attentively, providing a comforting presence as the car navigated the city streets.

Once they reached a quiet spot, Jisung parked the car and turned to Y/N. "You're worth more than the tears you're shedding," he said softly, reaching out to wipe away her tears. "And I want you to know, I've been here for you all along."

His words, like a lifeline, pulled Y/N back from the edge of despair. She looked into Jisung's eyes, finding solace and understanding. It was then that Jisung took a deep breath, his own vulnerability surfacing.

"Y/N, I can't stand seeing you like this. And maybe it's not the right time, but I can't keep it to myself anymore. I care about you, more than just a friend," he confessed, his gaze unwavering.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, processing the depth of his feelings. She felt a mix of emotions, but amidst the pain, there was a glimmer of hope. Jisung continued, "I know I'm not worth those tears, but I want to be the one who wipes them away. Will you let me be there for you?"

In that vulnerable moment, Y/N found unexpected comfort in Jisung's presence. She nodded, a small smile breaking through the sadness. As the night unfolded, the two friends-turned-potential-lovers navigated the complexities of healing and newfound emotions, drawing strength from each other.

Felix:

Y/N and Felix stood in the dimly lit room, their voices rising in an argument that echoed the underlying tension between them.

"Why do you act like we're still friends, Felix? We never spend any time together anymore!" Y/N's frustration spilled out in her words.

Felix, struggling to find the right response, sighed heavily. "Y/N, I've been busy, you know that. It's not like I'm intentionally avoiding you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and her voice trembled. "Maybe I needed you, Felix. Maybe I needed a friend when I went through the toughest time in my life."

Felix's expression softened as he realized the depth of Y/N's pain. "What happened? Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/N hesitated, then confessed, "I... I just went through a breakup. It's been hard, and I thought you'd be there for me."

Felix's eyes widened with understanding, and he took a step closer to Y/N. "I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

Tears streamed down Y/N's face, and Felix gently wiped them away with his thumb. "You don't deserve these tears," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Their argument dissolved into a quiet moment of vulnerability, and Felix spoke again. "I care about you, Y/N. More than just a friend."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes searching for sincerity. "Felix, I can't handle anything more right now. I'm a mess."

Felix cupped her face in his hands, wiping away more tears. "You're not a mess, Y/N. And I'm not worth your tears. But I can be here for you. Let me be the friend you need, and maybe, when you're ready, we can figure out what comes next."

Their eyes locked, and in that fragile moment, Felix leaned in and gently kissed away the remaining tears, a silent promise of support and understanding.

Seungmin:

Y/N and Seungmin settled in for a cozy movie night, surrounded by dim lights and the comforting scent of popcorn. As the film unfolded on the screen, their laughter and whispered comments filled the room. The atmosphere was light, and the bond between them grew stronger with each passing moment.

Midway through the movie, Y/N's phone buzzed, disrupting the carefree ambiance. She hesitated before checking the message, her expression turning solemn as she read the words that shattered her world – her boyfriend had ended their relationship.

Trying to conceal her emotions, Y/N excused herself to the balcony, seeking solace in the cool night air. Seungmin followed, his concern evident as he approached her.

"Hey, what happened?" he asked gently, a genuine worry in his eyes.

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she couldn't hold back the emotions any longer. Seungmin pulled her into a comforting embrace, offering silent support as she navigated through the heartbreak.

"He's not worth your tears," Seungmin whispered, his voice soothing. "You deserve someone who sees your worth."

Y/N appreciated the comfort but remained silent, processing the unexpected turn of events. Seungmin cupped her face, lifting it gently to meet his gaze.

"Y/N, I've been meaning to tell you something," he confessed, his sincerity cutting through the night air. "I care about you more than I can put into words. I know I might not be the perfect guy, but I can't stand seeing you hurt like this."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes searching for any sign of insincerity. Seungmin wiped away her tears, his touch gentle yet decisive.

"You deserve someone who appreciates the incredible person you are," he continued, his thumb brushing away the last remnants of her tears. "And, if you'll allow me, I'd like to be that person for you."

His words hung in the air, and Y/N felt a mix of emotions. The warmth of Seungmin's sincerity enveloped her, and she found solace in the unexpected comfort he offered. As the night unfolded, their connection deepened, transcending the confines of friendship.

In the midst of heartache, a new chapter began – one where Y/N and Seungmin navigated the complexities of love, discovering that sometimes, the right person had been there all along.

Jeongin:

In the quiet stillness of the night, Y/N and Jeongin found themselves wrapped in the warmth of a cozy sleepover. The room, dimly lit by a soft bedside lamp, held an air of tranquility. As the minutes ticked away, the world outside faded into hushed whispers.

Amidst the calm, Jeongin lay peacefully asleep, unaware of the storm brewing in Y/N's heart. The moon cast a gentle glow upon her tear-stained face as she grappled with the raw ache of a recent breakup. Her sobs, muffled by the darkness, seemed almost imperceptible.

However, Jeongin's sensitive soul caught the subtle tremors of distress. Stirring from his slumber, he blinked away the remnants of dreams, his eyes focusing on the silhouette of his friend. Concern etched across his face, he gently reached out to wake her.

"Y/N?" he whispered, his voice a tender murmur cutting through the silence. As her tear-filled eyes met his, Jeongin instinctively pulled her into a comforting embrace. "What happened?" he asked softly.

Y/N hesitated before pouring out her heart, recounting the painful details of her breakup. Jeongin listened attentively, offering solace with every comforting word. "You deserve so much better," he assured her, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit.

As he wiped away her tears, Jeongin gazed into her eyes with an intensity that transcended the dimly lit room. "You're worth more than any tears, Y/N. You're strong, beautiful, and you deserve someone who sees your worth," he confessed, his sincerity echoing in the quietude of the night.

Cradling her face gently, Jeongin pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, a silent promise of unwavering support. "And if you let me, I'd be that someone for you," he admitted, his heart laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment.

Y/N, touched by his genuine care, felt a flicker of hope amidst the heartache. In the stillness of the night, two souls found solace and a connection that transcended the pain of the past. And as the moon continued its silent vigil, Y/N and Jeongin discovered the fragile beauty of healing hearts entwined in the quietude of a shared moment.

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saturnnelahy · 4 months

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"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑫𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒆" (𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒐)

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵?, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘹 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘎𝘙𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘔 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴. (Masterlist here)

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feelbokkie · 5 days

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Texts with bf!Minho when you watch another idol's live

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genre: crack

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you view it)

description: Minho wakes up grumpy and alone in the middle of the night and decides to be petty about it

pairing: bf!Minho x reader

warnings: none

screenshot count: 5

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Hiii, I love your firsts series with Adam warlock and wanted to ask if you could do something like that with Minho? Because I saw you write for him too so I wabre to ask but if not that’s totally okey too! I don’t want to pressure you! Have a nice day!

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Minho x Reader

Summary: the first time Minho admits he’s attracted to y/n

Warnings: nothing! You do get sassy asshole Minho & protective Minho (and a hint of soft Minho, if you squint) in one fic tho hehe.

A/N: A little break from the Adam fics with some Minho content! Shoutout to @theblaxkbird for requesting :) wasn’t sure if you wanted it sweet or a little spicier, so I kept it light! It is kind of long [& by kind of I mean very] tho oops sorry. If anyone wants more Minho content feel free to send in requests! Enjoy :)

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The first time y/n met Minho he was… well, insufferable. She arrived in the glade a month after he and the first group of gladers did, & was the first and only woman there. The other boys were either kind to her or afraid of her— either way, they looked out for her and catered to her needs. But Minho? Was an ass.

While the other boys helped pull her out of the box & introduced themselves with a smile, clearly excited to see a girl join the group, Minho led with his famous eye roll & a turn of his heel, walking away in a huff.

Newt apologized on behalf of his friend, explaining to y/n that he wasn’t normally like that, although they had been through a lot in the last month.

As the weeks went by, Minho made it a point to pick on her & tease her, every chance he got, and when he wasn’t doing that, he was simply pretending she didn’t exist.

“Ow! Um, excuse you,” y/n called after Minho when he aggressively bumped her shoulder, cutting her in line. Minho picked up a plate silently, unphased by the irritated girl standing behind him.

Newt rolled his eyes from a few places back. “C’mon Minho, you’re gonna cut in front of the lady?”

“Uh, no, I’m not gonna, ‘cause I already did,” Minho said, looking at his friend from over his shoulder.

Y/n rolled her eyes & swatted the air in dismissal. “It’s fine, Newt.”

After getting her food, y/n plopped down on the soft field a few metres from the Homestead, taking in the warmth of the high noon sun. She ate in comfortable silence, grateful to have a moment to herself in her day surrounded by rowdy boys.

Her comfortable silence was quickly broken by an uproar from the homestead. A chorus of voices erupted, indecipherable. She squinted through the sun, trying to see if she could spot the reason for the ruckus. It died down momentarily, and y/n got up to begin making her way over.

As she approached, Alby stomped out the door with incoherent shouts spilling from his lips, dragging Minho by the arm. Gally followed closely behind, Newt holding him back. It looked like there was a gash across his cheek.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

Why am I not surprised?

She turned around & returned to her spot, watching Alby scold Minho from a distance before leaving him sitting on the grass, ripping it from its roots like a child on time-out. She chuckled to herself, thinking how he was finally getting what he deserved. Then, from her peripherals, y/n saw Minho stand up & make his way over.

Crap.

“Whatcha doing out here?” he asked, hands in his pockets, a large bruise visible on his cheek now that he was closer. His tone didn’t seem hostile for once, but y/n wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to get there.

“What are you doing out here? Tired of getting your ass kicked in there?”

Minho rolled his eyes & plopped down beside her. “You still mad I cut you in line?” He rested his forearms on his knees, his toned muscles peeking out from under his rolled up sleeves.

Oh, god, there is no way this shuckface is gonna disrespect me, act like all he’s done is cut me in line, & then come flaunting his stupid muscles under his tight shirt.

Y/n stood up with a scoff, walking back to the Homestead. The last thing she had was energy to deal with Minho today.

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“What’s wrong, luv?” Newt said as he approached y/n. “What’s gotcha sittin’ in a bloody corner all by yourself?”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Take a bloody guess.”

The Brit sat down across her. “Y’know, he’s not so bad.”

“All he’s done since I got here is bug me!”

Newt shrugged. “So he likes to tease. He also just took a punch for you.”

Y/n sat up. “He what?”

Newt raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell you? I saw him walk over to you outside to I assumed he came over to brag about it. The bugger almost got thrown in the slammer for ya”

“Newt, tell me what happened.”

Newt explained how as she walked outside, Gally made an inappropriate comment about her ass. To everyone’s surprise, Minho warned Gally not to talk about y/n like that again, but instead of apologizing, Gally commented something even more crude (something along the lines of “I’d like to stick it up there”, complete with gestures according to Newt). That’s when Minho really surprised them, lunging at Gally & tackling him to the ground. Gally got in one good punch before Alby finally lifted Minho off of him.

“Don’t worry, Minho definitely got more hits in than Gally did,” Newt informed. “But he was bloody riled up. Ya might wanna talk to him.”

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When y/n found Minho he was laying in his hammock facing away from her, tossing a rock up & down. He paused for a moment, holding the rock still between his index finger and his thumb, as if sensing her presence, & then resumed just as quickly, as if dismissing it.

“Minho?”

“Whaddaya want, shuckface?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the nickname & trudged over to stand in front of him.

“I brought you an ice pack,” she said, holding it out for him to take. Minho eyed the ice pack, then her, then the ice pack again, before returning his attention to the rock in his hand.

Y/n rolled her eyes for the second time in 2 minutes. When he didn’t take the ice pack, she walked over to the other side of the hammock & placed it on his cheek herself.

As soon as the cold touched his skin, Minho glanced at her without turning his head, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?”

“Oh, so you do know my name. I was beginning to think you actually thought my name was shuckface.”

“Damn, shuckface,” Minho emphasized the word & smirked at the eye roll it triggered. “Why you so sensitive today?”

Y/n laughed. “Me? Slim it Minho, I’m not the one who got into a fight over a comment. Hell, if I was as sensitive as your shuck ass we’d be in a fist fight every day.”

Minho groaned in frustration and mumbled to himself. “Of course Newt had to tell you…” Sitting up, he snatched the ice pack from her and began to play with it in place of his rock. “Well, I wasn’t gonna let him talk about you like that.”

“Why not? You talk about me like that all the time.”

Minho wrinkled his nose in distaste for her words. “You think I talk about you like that? I like to tease you, shuckface, not talk about you like some easy skank.” He tilted his head to look at her & shrugged. “And you know I don’t actually mean the klunk I say. I just like when you react, ya shank.”

When her brows furrowed with confusion, he realized she did not, in fact, know that.

“Wait, did you think I was serious? When I’d tease you?”

Y/n threw her hands up in exasperation. “Well, I don’t know, Minho! How was I supposed to know you didn’t actually hate me when the second I stepped foot in the Glade you just rolled your eyes & turned around? You didn’t even bother introducing yourself! I had to get your name from Newt as he apologized for you!”

Minho smirked playfully. “Aw, was the little greenie upset I didn’t give her attention?”

“Slim it, Minho.” Y/n began to walk away. “I dunno why I wasted my time coming here.”

Minho grabbed her wrist. His hand was cold from the ice pack he’d been holding. “Y/n, wait.”

The boy sighed as he pulled her forward to face him again. His head was tilted down but his eyes looked up at her, as if he was embarrassed.

“Look, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you first arrived.” Y/n’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

Did he just apologize?

Minho continued. “You’re the only girl in a field of dudes. And let’s be real, you’re attractive. Clearly whoever sent us here knows my type. And when you arrived, ya know, we’d only been here a month, we were just getting things into routine, getting a structure kicked in— things were just starting to get… normal.”

He laid back down in his hammock again, hands behind his head as he regained his confident composure, attempting to mask the substance of his words with nonchalance.

“Not to brag, but I’d already started to build a reputation as a strong leader, & I knew a lotta those shanks out there looked up to me. So when you showed up, I just didn’t wanna get… distracted. But I should’ve been more welcoming. I’m sorry. And if you were actually upset about me teasing you this whole time you shoulda said somethin’, shuckface, ‘cause I just didn’t know.”

“Now wait just a damn second,” y/n said, putting her hands on her hips. “Are you telling me the whole reason you’ve been acting like an ass is because you’re attracted to me?”

“No, I’m telling you I didn’t want to be distracted by you.” He began tossing the rock again.

“Because you’re attracted me.”

“Am not.”

“You literally just said I’m your type.”

“Mm, is that what I said, though?”

“Minho!” Y/n punched him playfully and he reacted in mock hurt.

“Ouch! A girl who packs a punch? Maybe you are my type after all,” he teased.

Y/n looked him up & down, as if measuring what she was working with, then replied with a smirk. “Good.”

With that, she walked away, Minho’s eyes trailing behind her. Before she was out of sight he called after her.

“Thanks for the ice pack!”

Without looking back she shouted her reply, amusement playing on her lips.

“You’re welcome, shuckface.”

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notsosweetchan · 26 days

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Warning: Smut (Minors Do Not Interact )

Paring - Minho x Reader -

- Ink and Affection -

Getting tattooed by her hot tattoo artist Minho, Y/N m was starting to feel a little lightheaded from the pain and his sexy voice.,"You're doing so well," Minho cooed, his voice sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Just a little longer, and we'll have this masterpiece finished.“ His tattoo gun buzzed gently, the vibrations against her skin both calming and invigorating at the same time.

The stinging of the needle had dulled into a tolerable throb, replaced by a kind of intoxicating endorphin high. The tattoo parlor around them seemed to melt away as they worked, leaving only the two of them in their own private world.

Minho's strong hands guided the machine with practiced precision, his every movement deliberate yet artful. He was lost in his craft, the epitome of focused intensity.

Y/N couldn't help but admire the way his biceps flexed under his sleeves as he moved, or how his forearm tattoos danced along with each stroke. "Almost done," he muttered to himself more than to Y/N, the tension in the air practically palpable.

"I just need to add a few more finishing touches." As the last few lines etched themselves into her skin, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, less from the pain and more from the anticipation of what was to come. The tattoo gun hummed its final vibration before Minho put it down and stepped back to admire his work.

In the mirror, Y/N caught a glimpse of their reflection, marveling at the intricate design that now adorned her body. A delicate lotus flower blossomed from her collarbone, its petals extending across her shoulder blade in a sea of vibrant purples and pinks.

It was breathtaking. "Oh my god," she breathed, awe and disbelief mingling in her voice. "Minho, it's... it's perfect." He smiled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "I'm glad you like it." Their faces were so close now, their breath mingling in the space between them. Y/N could smell the faint scent of ink and aftershave on him, intoxicating and heady.

Her heart hammered against her ribcage as their eyes locked in a heated stare. It was the purest of seconds, suspended in time. She swore she could feel the electricity arcing between them, a live wire waiting to be touched. The tension was so thick, Y/N could practically taste it on her tongue.

But just as she was about to close the distance between them, Minho cleared his throat, stepping back and pretending nothing had ever happened. "Well, let's get this wrapped up and you can take a look at it properly," he said briskly, his professional demeanor returning as if by magic. Y/N felt a pang of disappointment but nodded mutely, trying desperately to hide the flush that crept up her cheeks.

Y/N has coming to his shop for the last3 months now getting 6 tattoos done by him, all for the chance to get closer to him. The most he had ever done was touch her hand once when she was wincing in pain. Maybe she was just seeing things that weren't there. “Hmm?” He looked up, a questioning eyebrow raised.

“Do you tattoo a lot of girls in here? The moment Y/N said it, she regretted it. “Why do you ask?He asked, a half-smirk playing on his lips. “No reason,” Y/N mumbled, the edge of the chair burning against her chest “I’m just curious I guess.”Minho chuckled lightly as he tied off the last of the bandage. “Y/N, I tattoo A lot of girls but none of the are as pretty as you.” heat crept into her cheeks as she looked away.

"You can't handle the truth, huh?" He sneers, leaning closer to her. She can see the tattoos on his arms and feels a shiver run down her spine. Just moments ago, he was giving her that same piercing look. Now, he's leaning over her, his arms resting on the cold armrests of the chair, his hand gently cupping her cheek. his hand and tilted her face to look at him. “I... I, I” she couldn’t get a word out, her heart hammering in her ears.

“ It’s okay Y/N, I’m into you too.” He whispered before closing the few inches between them and kissed her. Y/N's world swirled as Minho's lips met hers, soft yet insistent. His hands found their way into her hair, cradling her headas the kiss deepened. Her senses flooded with his scent, his touch, and the thrumming energy between them.

For a moment, all she could think about was him, the pain of the tattoo forgotten in the face of this newfound pleasure. Breaking away for air, Minho trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck, before whispering in her ear, "I've been wanting to do that for months." A shiver ran down Y/N's spine at his admission, and she couldn't help but smile.

"You could have just said something earlier," she managed to joke, her voice breathless. Minho chuckled, his lips ghosting along her jawline. "I like the chase," he teased. His hands found their way under her shirt, tracing the lines of the new tattoo with feather-light touches that made Y/N shiver anew.

As they remained entangled on the tattoo table, all thoughts of propriety and workplace ethics flew out the window. In this stolen moment, all that mattered was the two of them and the undeniable attraction that had been simmering between them for so long. Their movements became more urgent, fueled by months of pent-up longing and suppressed desire.

Minho caressed every inch of newly inked skin, as if committing each line and curve to memory. Y/N arched into his touch, moaning softly as he hit all the right spots. "I want you, Y/N," he breathed against her ear, his voice rough with need. "Tell me I'm not the only one thinking this is a good idea."

"God, yes," she managed to gasp, wrapping her trembling legs around his waist. "I've wanted you since the moment I walked into this damn shop.

"With that as permission, Minho wasted no time in standing her up and hiking her up on the counter, mindful of her fresh tattoo. He quickly unbuttoned her pants, revealing lacy panties that were already soaked through.

"Damn," he voice hoarsely, "You're soaked for me?" Y/N blushed in embarrassment but didn't deny it. She bit her lip as he slid her panties down her thighs and tossed them onto the floor. Minho's heated gaze raked over every inch of her exposed skin, as if he couldn’t believe she was really here with him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said reverently, before dipping his head to kiss her mound through her folds.

His tongue swirled around her entrance, licking her sensitive folds and teasingly circling her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, gripping the counter for support as wave after wave of pleasure courged throught her body.

Minho looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face, "I'm just getting started," he murmured before sucking on her clit hard enough to make Y/N's toes curl. Minho's skilled tongue and fingers were driving Y/N wild, each touch and suck sending her body into a tailspin of bliss. Her nails dug into the counter as she arched her back, lost in the overwhelming sensations he was evoking in her. She knew she wouldn't last much longer.

"Minho, I... I'm," she panted, unable to finish her sentence as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. He moaned her name as he continued his ministrations, driving her higher and higher until she came apart in his mouth, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

As she came down from her high, Minho stood up, wiping his face on his forearm. "My turn" she said, pushing him down on the chair and straddling his lap. She unzipped his jeans, his hard shaft springing out, already aching for her .

With a mischievous grin, she licked her lips and took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the head and shaft, savoring his salty musky scent. Minho groaned, his hands finding a way to her hair , guiding her but not forcing. He tasted different than she thought he would; better and addictive. In no time at all, she had him on the edge and he was moaning her name like a prayer.

"Y/N" he gasped out, "I'm close," he warned her, but Y/N was relentless, wanting to see how far she could push him. But he pulled her off him just in time, “bend over the table ”, he said between labored breaths.

Y/N complied, her back arched invitingly, her soaking wet pussy on display for him. Minho position himself behind her, lining up his hard erection with her entrance and with one swift thrust, he was inside of her, filling her to the hilt. With every push and pull of their hips, the tattoo table groaned under their weight.

Minho's hot body slid in and out of Y/N's, driving her crazy with desire. He grabbed her hips, guiding their rhythm as they moved together in a frenzied pace. Their moans echoed through the otherwise quiet tattoo parlor, filling the emptiness as they basked in their newfound passion. Y/N felt him hit her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she mewled loudly.

"Minho," she moaned his name out, unable to form complete words. His hands found her breast, massaging and pinching the skin gently as he continued his assault on her body. She could feel his fingers tracing the intricate design on her back, following the curves and lines of the lotus flower perfectly.

The pressure added another layer to their intense connection. "Oh fuck," he groaned, his hips speeding up even more as he felt her walls clench around him. Y/N's hair flew around them, tickling their faces as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kisses were desperate and hungry, filled with need and longing.

His lips trailed down her neck again, sucking at the sensitive skin there before returning to her earlobe where he nipped and nibbled gently. Her body shuddered under him as she neared her second orgasm of the session.

"Please," she managed to whisper between breaths, unable to ask for more than that simple plea. Minho pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in with force, hitting that spot inside her that sent her spiraling over the edge once again; a scream tore through her lips as she came undone around him, her nails digging into the leather upholstery.

“That’s it baby ”, he panted, his voice laced with strain, “come for me ”. Minho didn't last much longer either, with one final thrust, he followed her over the edge, his hot seed filling her as he groaned out her name. They both collapsed on the table, panting and spent.

Neither of them moved for a moment, trying to catch their breaths and process what just happened. Y/N was the first to speak up "so, umm... not your usual tattoo session?" she joked nervously, breaking the silence. Minho chuckled, running a hand through his damp hair, "I'll say" he smirked back at her.

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