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Have You Ever Used Handcuffs? - Choi Minho

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Prompts: “Have you ever used handcuffs?” + “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, handcuffs, nudism, nipple stimulation, nicknames, licking, nipple sucking, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Have you ever used handcuffs?” You ask as you step into the living room, your hands behind your back and the cuffs in your grip to hide it from Minho’s view. He was sitting on the couch with his phone in hand, and with a somewhat confused expression.

“Uh… no?” He says. You nod your head, he could see you were hiding something and decided he wanted to know. He puts his phone down and stands. “Why do you ask?” He makes his way towards you with long strides.

“No reason…” You trail off innocently. He quickly moves to reach behind you, but you manage to take a step back just in time. “I said, no reason, Min,” But you could feel your heart rate spiking. He grabs onto your shoulder and pulls you against him before reaching behind you with his other hand, managing to pull the hand that held the cuffs in front of you. He looks down at the fluffy handcuffs.

“I have never,” He says and pulls them from your grasp. “But now I suddenly want to,” He holds them in the air, jiggling them. “Do you want to try them now?” You could feel your insides dropping at the mention of trying it now.

“Yes…” You say. You watch his eyes darken before you felt his hands on your waist, spinning you around and guiding you down the hallway towards the bedroom. He guides you towards the bed before stopping, you watch him toss the cuffs onto the bed before his hand was back on your waist, and you could feel your shirting being pulled upwards. Your eyes shut as you feel his lips against your neck, peppering kisses on your neck. “I love it when you kiss my neck,” His hands slide higher as he pulls your shirt higher.

“We’re going to have a proper build-up before I cuff you to that bed,” He mumbles against your neck. He briefly pulls back to remove your shirt, but once the fabric landed on the floor, his lips were right back against your skin, kissing along it until he felt your body react and knew he found the spot that would make your mind spin.

“Min…” You mumble, and you tilt your head back to lean it against his shoulder, giving him the slightest bit more access. His hands cup your ribcage and slowly slide upwards until his hands slide over your bra-covered breasts. His breath was hot against your skin, and the warmth you felt when he was pressed up against your back. “Get rid of your shirt…” You feel his warmth disappear from you and his hold on your boobs also disappear. “Hmpf,” You whine as you feel his lips also disappear.

“Hey, you said to get rid of my shirt,” He says, and you hear the sound of him removing his shirt. “Don’t be whiny because of something you wanted,” You feel his fingers and knuckles brush against your back before you felt your bra loosen around you. Your back arches once he presses himself against you again.

“Ohh, oh, but you just feel so nice against me, Min,” You mumble. His fingers lightly brush over your shoulders as he pulls the straps down your shoulders and arms before completely removing it from you and dropping it somewhere in the room. His hands cup your boobs again and this time his thumbs make contact with your nipples, and you feel him press a little harder against them than usual. His lips press to the back of your shoulder, and you feel him leave a few kisses upwards until they were at the top.

“Then I think you’re not going to like it once I have you cuffed to that bed,” He says, reminding you how you found yourself in this position. His fingers press into the flesh of your breasts while his thumbs were rolling over your nipples, making them hard underneath his touch. “It's going to have you more whiny and needy then,” His voice was right by your ear, and you felt a shiver travel down your spine at how low it sounded.

“Fuck… Min,” You breathe out and swallow loudly before opening your eyes. His index fingers move along your boobs before you feel him take your nipple between the pads of his fingers and roll the bud between them. “Oh, ohh, hmm,” The feeling was going straight to your core, and you could feel yourself starting to grow wet. “Min…” You feel his lips reach that sweet spot on your neck again, and your lids begin to flutter as he leaves kiss after kiss on it. “Hmmm…” You reach back with one hand and place it against his crotch, you hear him intake a deep breath before you felt his teeth graze against your skin. “Miiiinnnn.”

“Will you whine for me like that?” He mumbles. You rub your hand against his crotch, managing to feel a growing boner underneath the layer of clothes. “Because I want you to do that when I cuff you,” You nod your head as you swallow. “Good,” His hands slide over your ribcage and over your stomach before his thumbs dip into your waistband. “I know I said we’re going to have a proper build-up… but,” He pushes your pants down along with your panties. “I’m impatient now,” You feel his lips move down your shoulder and down your back, his breathing hot against your skin as he bends down to completely push your pants and panties down.

“Hmm, Minho…” You mutter and step out from your clothes. His hands wrap around your ankles, and you feel the slide along your legs as he stands upright, his hands pause on your hips, and you feel him squeeze it.

“Get on the bed,” He mutters before moving away from you. He picks up the cuffs as he moves to the side of the bed, you feel your skin flush with heat and climb onto the bed, you make yourself comfortable in the middle of the bed and lift your arms above your head, you feel him place the fluffy cuffs around your wrist before you heard the clinging sound from the top bar that was attached to the leather headboard as he moves the cuffs though it before cuffing your other hand. “Comfortable?” You nod your head and watch as he moves to the foot of the bed to admire you for a moment. “If we’re going to be using the cuffs often, I should get a hook installed at the top, it’s going to be easier,” He watches as you push your thighs together and smirks. “Naughty girl…”

“Hmm, only for you though,” You say. He places his hands on your ankles and slowly slides them along your legs, a burning trail being left behind on your skin as he does. His hands reach your knees, and you feel him pull your legs apart before he climbs onto the bed, kneeling between them to keep them spread for him. “Not going to get naked?”

“In due time, baby,” He says. His hands slide over the top of your thighs before moving to the outside of them as they move higher and higher, he leans over you, and you feel his jeans rub against your mound, causing you to briefly suck in your stomach at the contact so close to your pussy. “You look so delicious like this,” The air shifts, and you feel it becoming hot and heavy, his hands pause once they reached the side of your ribs. “We should play with cuffs more often,” His lips touch your abdomen, and you watch as he kisses his way upwards.

“Miiinnn,” You moan, feeling sweat already building up on your skin and your insides pulling together as a ball of pleasure was slowly growing inside you. His lips reach the underside of your breast, and you feel his tongue suddenly press against the warm skin and licks a stripe along the curve of it before his mouth reaches your nipple. “Oh, my gosh,” Your lids flutter at the sensation that runs through you. “Min…” His tongue runs over your nipple, and you feel your muscles tighten at the feeling of his tongue sliding over the bud. “Ohhh, oh, fuck, I…” You try to push your legs together, only for you to press them against his body.

“You know…” He begins to say and lifts his head to look at your face. “I think we should get a few more cuffs,” You take in a deep breath as you wait for him to reveal why you needed more, but you had kind of an idea. “Your legs need it too…” You feel your pussy twitch at his words. “Maybe we should look into a spreader bar…”

“Minhoooooo,” You whine. He chuckles and kisses the swell of your breast before his lips were back at your nipple, his tongue licking slowly over it and watch and feel as your body squirms underneath his hold. He hears the cuffs jingle against the metal bar as you tug on it. “Miiinnnn…”

“If I knew you were going to make all these pretty sounds for me while cuffed, I would have gone out and bought these myself,” He says before moving to your other nipple. You feel the rough fabric of his jeans rub against your mound before you felt it against your lower stomach, which makes you take in a shuddering breath. “I like these sounds, baby,” His thumb slides over the nipple he had licked, and you feel him spreading his saliva over the bud and your breast.

“Fuck, Minho… shit…” You mumble, feeling the sensation inside you grow. His mouth suddenly wraps around your nipple, and your back arches at the shockwave that went through you and right down to your pussy. “Hmm, hmm…” You could feel him sucking on the bud, which was only causing your wetness and neediness to grow. “Min… hmm,” You turn your head to the side, and you pull at the cuffs again, your fingers curl into your palm, feeling somewhat frustrated that you couldn’t grab onto him. “Minhhooo,” You weren’t even sure if you were whining his name or moaning for him at this point. Your hips buck into his as you feel a jolt go through you when he suddenly sucked a little harder.

“Hmm, you’re so needy right now,” He mutters as he pulls away, you watch as strings of saliva break off from his lips, that now looked slightly swollen from sucking your nipples. “How wet are you?” You gasp as you feel his hand suddenly cup you, when had it left your body, and when did he slip it between your bodies? “Just listen to you…” Your skin felt like it was on fire, the room felt like it was on fire. His fingers slide over your folds, and he lets out a low him as he feels your juices coating your inner folds.

“Oh, o-ohh, Mi-Minho…” You stutter as you feel his fingers dipping between your folds, collecting your juices onto his fingers and spreading it over your outer folds. “Oh, my… fuck,” Your hands open and close as you imagine grabbing onto him. “Min…”

“Let me see,” He says before he sits back on his knees, his eyes slowly following down your stomach before his eyes fall on your pussy. You turn your head back towards him and let your eyes travel down from his face and over his chest and stomach before stopping once you saw his happy trail there and a few veins on his abdomen.

“Miiinnnhhoooo,” You cry out and squeeze your eyes shut, and you turn your head to the side. Why did you have to suggest the cuffs, you could have been touching his happy trail if you weren’t cuffed right now. “Fuuuck, fuck,” His fingers spread your folds, and you hear him take in a sharp breath.

“Baby, you’re soaking wet already,” He says, and you feel your pussy clench at his words. The way you could feel his eyes burning right into it wasn’t making it any easier to try and hold onto some sanity. “Fuck, it’s so pretty,” Your eyes shoot open as you hear the sound of his zipper being undone, the bed shakes, and you just knew he was getting rid of his jeans. “You have me so hard right now, it felt like my pants were holding everything,” You hear the sound of his jeans hit the floor and turn your head to look at him, finding that he had gotten rid of his underwear as well, and discovered that his cock was standing tall and pre-cum was glistening at the top of it.

“Fucking hell, Minho!” You cry out, tugging a little harder at the cuffs. Did they really need to make them as strong as they were? You watch a devilish smirk cross his lips before you felt his fingers return to your pussy and slide along it, collecting your juices onto them before they reached your clit. His gaze moves upwards, and he watches your face as it contorts with pleasure once he begins to rub your clit.

“Feels good?” He says. He watches as you swallow and digs your fingers into the palms of your hands before you try to turn your wrists to grab onto the cuffs. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air along with the sound of your whimpers and whines.

“Y-yes… Fuck, yes, Minho…” You whine out. You lift your hips and his fingers press harder against your clit. You bend your knees and curl your toes into the bedding, and you push your knees against his body. “Fuck…” Your chest heaves up and down, making you aware of the bedding already sticking to your back.

“Want my fingers inside you?” He asks. His fingers separate around your clit, and he pulls on it and lets it slip through his fingers. You lick your lips and look at him, your eyes were covered with a cloud of lust, and he could see the need in them.

“Yes, fuck, yes, please, Minho…” You chant. “Please… I want to touch you too,” You sounded so desperate as you looked at him and pleaded with him to put his fingers inside you. He slides his fingers along your pussy before reaching your slit and pushing against it.

“You’re going to have to hold on a little longer if you want to touch me,” He says. Your hips lift off the bed as he slips two digits into you. “Look how needy you are,” He glances down and watches your juices push out from your hole and surround his fingers as he pushes them into you. “Fuck, that’s so hot…”

“Miinnhooo,” You whine, your body wanting to turn sideways from the pleasure. “Fuck,” Your body was reacting to his every touch and his every word, and he absolutely loved it.

“Do you know what would enhance what you’re feeling?” He asks. Your hips slowly lower down to the bed until he curls his fingers inside you, which causes you to lift your hips immediately. You look at him, feeling dazed from the pleasure coursing through you. “A blindfold,” He feels your walls clench around him. “Oh, did you like that idea?”

“Minho…” You breathe out. His fingers uncurl before curling again, and you begin lifting and lowering your hips, practically riding his fingers. “I…” His gaze was back on your face, looking at you with intensity. “Maybe…”

“Maybe?” He asks. You watch something flash through his eyes. “Don’t you want to guess where the next touch will come from?” He watches as you swallow and close your eyes, turning your head away from him. “Don’t you want to guess what you’re going to feel next?” He watches as you bite your bottom lip. “Where I could touch… lick… even bite,” He watches as you release your lip and puff out some air.

“Minho, fucking please…” You mutter. He could feel your pussy reacting to his words, and he knew you liked the idea of it. “Not… right now,” He nods his head, a victorious smile crossing onto his lips.

“Not right now, got it,” He says. “I’ll buy the blindfold, since you got the cuffs for us,” He pulls his fingers halfway from you before pushing them back into you, making you gasp loudly at the friction it caused. You could feel the ball of tension inside you growing with each pump of his fingers and each curl he gave once they were deep inside you.

“Minho, fuck!” You gasp. Your muscles pull and twitch as you feel your mind slipping into a pool of ecstasy, stars begin appearing behind your lids, and it felt like your lungs weren’t getting in enough air as you breathed in rapidly. “Minho, Minho, Minho,” He watches as you push your hips into the mattress and felt your walls clamp down around his fingers, your jaw slacks, and he watches as you gasp for air. “MINHO!” The tension inside you snaps and your high goes through you, and Minho could only watch in memorisation as you do. It was like your body glowed when you went through your orgasm, the way your muscles tightened and the way your body seemed to want to twist. “MIN, OH!”

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” He coos. His thumb touches your clit, and he rubs it, easing you through your high as he pumps his fingers in and out of your sopping hole slowly. “You look so good with my fingers inside you,” He watches as your hips jolt up for a second. “Something else is gonna look better inside you in a moment.”

“MINHO!” You cry out, you manage to turn your hands just enough to grab onto the cuffs and grip them tightly. “Fuck, fuck…” He watches as your body slowly begins to settle and pulls his fingers from you, making sure to slide his thumb off your clit to give one last jolt through your legs. “Mi… Minho…” You feel him slide his cock through your folds, coating himself with your juices, before he slides himself to your entrance. “Oh, oh, oh, fucking… Fuck,” You feel the head of his cock pushing into you, stretching your walls and filling them.

“Uhh, oh, you feel so, uhmm, good,” He groans out, feeling your warm wet walls welcoming his hard cock. “Fuck…” He places his hands on the back of your thighs, and you feel him slowly push your legs up as his hands slide to the back of your knees. “Fuck, taking it so well…” He pushes your legs until they were almost against the bed next to you, his cock sliding deeper into you and brushing against every right spot inside you.

“Fu-fuck, MIN!” You moan. Your back arches as he bottoms out inside you, and pauses, giving you both a moment to get used to the feeling. His mind was already spinning with how your walls felt around him. “I… I’m…” He slowly lifts his hips and his cock slides out of you until only the head remains inside you before he thrusts back into you. “MINHO!” The sound of your juices quickly fills the room along with the sound of your heavy breathing and moans and his groans. “Fu-fuck, it… I want…” You could barely finish your sentence as pleasure washes over your body.

“Hmm, fuck, so good,” He mutters. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, knowing if you looked at him, the sight of him alone would send you over the edge of another orgasm. “Feels so good…” His hips firmly rolled against yours, making sure his cock was reaching deep inside you and slowly pulling out to make your mind spin even more. “Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m not going to last long,” Your walls were pulsing around him from how sensitive they were from his fingers.

“Not my fault,” You gasp. You could feel a tingling sensation going up your spine before you felt it in your toes, causing them to curl. “Miiinnn,” You could feel the sensation going up your legs before it reached the ball of pleasure inside you. “Min, Min…” His thrusts pick up, and the feeling was causing you to see stars again. “Minhhoo,” He shifts slightly, positioning his body so that every time he thrusts into you his pubic bone would rub against your clit. “MINHO!” Which was causing your high to quickly build up inside you. “MINHO!” You tug at the cuffs, feeling the fluffy fabric dig into your wrists as you do.

“Gonna cum around my cock, baby?” He asks breathlessly. You tried to open your eyes to get a glance at him, but you couldn’t force them open. “Do it, baby, do it,” His thrusts were slowly picking up, and you could only assume it was because he could see his own orgasm approaching, and he wanted to dive into that blissful feeling with you. Your legs begin shaking in his hold, and he could feel the moment the tension inside you snapped. “That’s it, like that.”

“FUCK!” You scream, your head turning from side to side as another high crash into you. Your body felt like it was floating through the clouds, and it felt light as you were going through your high. “MINHO, OH, FUCK!” You barely felt his hips snapping into you, your walls milking him for an orgasm, and he was now chasing after his high. “FUCK, I’M GONNA…” You could feel another tightening feeling building inside you, and before you could even come down from your last high, another one crashes into you. Your walls involuntarily clenches around his cock, and he could feel his mind spinning as he felt his balls tightening.

“Fuck… fuck,” He grunts out. His hips stuttered as he could barely control his own hips as he could only focus on chasing his own high. Your juices splatter against your thighs and his with how hard he was pounding into you. “Fuck… Y/n… Y-y/n,” A shockwave goes through him, and he feels his cock twitch as his stomach muscles pull. “F-fuck,” And then he feels it, a relieved feeling washes over him as ropes of cum spill into your pussy, filling you with his load. His hips slow down, and he begins to rock them into yours, easing himself through his high while also getting you through your high as his pubic bone stimulates your clit.

“Miiin, Min,” You whimper out as your body slowly comes down from the high it was experiencing. Your arms tiredly hang from the handcuffs, you were completely worn out from pulling at the cuffs and from the high you experienced. Minho slowly lowers your legs onto the bed and pulls out from you, you could feel your mixed juices spilling from your hole and slowly slipping between your asscheeks.

“Where’s the key?” He asks as he climbs off the bed, his legs felt tired, but he wanted to take the cuffs off from you before he would take the time to catch his breath.

“Drawer,” You mutter. You open your eyes and watch as he walks around the bed and bends over to open the drawer, his hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat coated his skin and the light was causing it to glisten. He takes out the key and presses a knee into the mattress, and he leans over and unlocks the cuffs, your arms fall next to you, completely tired from being in the position they were.

“Let me see…” He mutters as he sits down on the bed, he moves to lay on his side and takes your hand in his, examining your wrist, seeing your skin slightly swollen. “We should find something to protect your wrist,” You looked at him, too tired to turn onto your side to fully face him.

“It's okay…” You whisper. “I asked for this,” You feel him trace his finger along the marks, feeling how warm it was underneath his touch. “Min, it’s fine,” You wanted to pull your hand from his, but you felt too tired to do so. “It’s okay.”

“Let me get some cream and a cloth,” He says. He gets up from the bed and disappears into the bathroom, you hear the water turning on and listen to it run for a while. You just hoped that him seeing the marks wouldn’t put him off from doing this again, because there were still plenty of things involving the cuffs that you wanted to try. “I’m going to clean you first,” He reappears from the bathroom and makes his way towards the bed, he climbs onto it and leans between your legs, sliding the cloth along your legs before over your folds and then between them.

“Hmm… feels nice,” You mutter. He glances up at you and gives a light smile before his gaze was back between your legs as he cleans you. “Min, it didn’t hurt, and it doesn’t hurt now,” He places the cloth on your thigh and reaches for your hand to lift it.

“Let me just take care of them,” He says. He opens the ointment he had brought with him. “Then we can talk about doing it again in the future and if we should find something softer on your skin,” You nod your head and watch as he gently rubs the cream onto your skin before switching hands and doing the same on your other hand.

“Did you already clean yourself?” You softly ask. He closes the ointment and picks the cloth up and hands it to you.

“No, I knew you would pout if you couldn’t do it,” He says. You smile before sitting upright, you reach for his soft cock and carefully run the cloth over him, cleaning him. You move the cloth over his thighs, hoping that you got everything before he took the cloth from you and stood from the bed before making his way to the bathroom again to put the cream away and to rinse the cloth, while you waited for him on the bed, ready to have that conversation with him.

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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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the fluff bundle

for when you need that extra portion of love

CHAN - you make me blush // all the feels // sweet whispers // insecurities // channie's way of helping you relax

CHANGBIN - dummy dummy, i love your tummy // handle you

MINHO - 🥀🖤🌹 // hardships // sakura // alternatives

HYUNJIN - submissive // manifested // conditional // artist's pov

HAN - the extra mile

FELIX - fake date me please? // bokkie's quest for tears // angel // whispers of love // body dysmorphia // flirting in a club be like // reassurance // fitting room

I.N - pet names

CROSSOVER - perceptions (Chan, I.N) // amnesia (ot8) // shy dating (maknae) // shy dating (hyung) // sexual abuse

JINYOUNG - things that made him run to you // starved // i wanna know everything, all about you

JACKSON - 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever //nightmares

JB - can I see you tonight?

NAMJOON - sexy brain wasn't having it

SUGA - 🏀 Ballin‘

TAEMIN - his private messages to you // I want to live a different type of life - with you // sleepy no more // don't leave my side no // Similarities // taemotional Support System // long distance //baby daddy Taemin is coming home to you // domestic vibe with Taemin // back to lovers // christmas with Taemin // paris nights

MINHO - deprived

EUN WOO - afraid of love

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ideaofheaven · 11 months

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— after 2AM (choi minho x reader)

Synopsis: Choi Minho and you never see eye to eye. After countless troubles you two caused in class, the professor pairs you for a group project as a form of ironic punishment… Which brings you to a heated night of push and pull, hours before the deadline.

Pairing: Choi Minho x fem!reader

Genre: university!AU, enemies to lovers-ish, smut, then it gets kinda fluffy at the end??

Word count: 9682

Warnings: alcohol, they’re in uni, profanities, they are HORNY, mutual masturbation, video call sex, domsub undertones, explicit dirty talk (implied exhibitionism, breeding, and a tiiiiny bit of degradation kink), panic attack - reader experienced post-coital dysphoria for a bit :(

AN: sometimes your thirsty hours turn into a 9k mutual masturbation fic - jk, I really enjoy writing this one, especially the dialogue. I hope you like it! [06/30: did some minor edits on typos and whatnot]

Mini part 2 here

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"Out of every topic, you picked this? Are you mad?"

First and foremost, Choi Minho and you never get along.

There are abundant reasons why you can't stand him. You don't share too many classes with him, but when you do it always ends up with heated and pointless arguments. During each one of your presentations, Minho will raise a hand and play the role of devil's advocate, earning intrigued whispers from your classmates. Until one day, the professor had enough and paired you up in a project, much to your unheard protests.

Quite inevitably, it ends up in half-hearted discussion through the Zoom Meeting, only two days before the presentation.

"What? Got a problem with that?" You snap while still uploading source data into your shared drive. Then, a bark of mocking laughter pierces your ears, positively grating your nerves.

"A problem? There's no theory that correlates to it. Guess we're not having any presentations are we?"

You roll your eyes at the sight of his irksome sneer. It twists his usually bearable face into horribly displeasing. Minho's eyes spark alight with mockery, and you wonder why your classmates keep saying Minho "has the most tender eyes ever." Sounds like a different person altogether to you.

"We can find connections through other eras." You push through.

He rolls his eyes. "Which means you're doubling our work."

"Check the drive." You say through gritted teeth, barely holding yourself to spit harsher words. Minho does as instructed, albeit still murmuring curses under his breath and hand rustling his gelled hair, quiet but purposely audible, perhaps just to push your buttons more. But you choose to wait.

As expected, his eyebrows raise in surprise before he scoffs, "someone did their homework."

"And someone's a useless ass." Minho whips a glare at his own laptop camera - at you. Before he can say anything, you mute him. And you can see him biting his lips, holding back more words, solidifying your win.

"Shut up and get to work, Choi."

Then, his mic icon goes on.

"Fuck you."

You smirk. With a finger on your lips, you speak to him like one to a child. "Shhh. Be useful for once, will you?"

Both of you are petty and nothing sort of professional, but you have no intention to be the bigger person, not for Choi Minho. Begrudgingly, he turns away, and an icon with a familiar photo appears in the google docs.

That should motivate him to work.

His voice suddenly rings. "Hey."

He hasn't typed a single word on your shared google docs, you note with cynicism.

"What?"

"Your vocabulary sucks." Then in a douchebag way you know only Choi Minho can manage, he deletes most of your bullet points as you stifle a scream. He did not - "Let me be useful and change it up for you.” He ends with a cruel smirk.

This is not going to be easy.

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After a short-handed discussion, both of you decide to work in the student center. The next day, grudging and rather worn out from your last class, you force yourself to go. As you rise from your chair, a voice calls you out.

“You look like you’re gonna have some fun.” Kibum snickers and Jonghyun stifles a laugh on his own as well. You pout at your classmates.

“And you know exactly why.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes.

“I paired up with him last semester and got a perfect score, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jonghyun shrugs, gaining glares from both you and Kibum.

“Easy for you to say, he’s like a puppy around you.” Kibum scoffs, his platinum-dyed hair covering his eye, which must be rolling with annoyance. He then turns to you, “I’d like to say I feel you, but Minho really is worse with you.”

“Like, in comparison, he actually tolerates you all this time.” The shorter man adds to Kibum, perplexed.

“Right?!” He shouts, all dramatic and making you groan. “Seriously though, it’s a dick move from professor Lee.”

“To be frank, I can’t see myself finishing this assignment in one piece.”

“You should tell Minho to drop the class.” Kibum says mischievously, only to get pinched by the male with short brown hair, who’s impatiently shushing him. “Ouch, I’m just saying.”

Clutching your bag strap, you think about it for a second before waving the idea off. “Not happening. Professor Lee will still kill me.”

Your two male friends give off different reactions, Kibum is still finding ways to alleviate your pain (or to add more trouble), but instead, Jonghyun moves closer to put his arms around you.

“Listen, (Y/n), he’s not that bad. You’ll see.”

Chuckling at the positivity, you pat his arms in response. “Not sure about it, but okay.”

After arriving at the end of the hall, you go on separate ways with the boys. While they can go grab some dinner, you drag yourself to the meeting spot. The student center is quite empty, and to be expected because the facility is not too popular in the evenings. You find a table to sit at, and wait for your project partner.

You already have your laptop set up when Minho appears. Unlike you, he seems rather refreshed. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie and trousers for his long legs. In his hand is a large plastic bag which he dumps unceremoniously onto the table.

"What's this?"

"No 'hi' or something?" The male starts, rolling his eyes, with a hand on his hip. "Some snacks, in case we need it."

Oh. Resisting an urge to rummage through the colorful packages inside the plastic bag, you throw a doubtful look his way instead.

"Um, thanks."

As if not sensing your hostility, he shrugs in resignation, mumbling "sure" before sitting down and grabbing his own laptop from his bag.

Without much preamble, you both start working. Minho manages to focus on his screen, and the momentum breaks only when he calls your name to confirm a thing or two. At some point, he grabs a bag of chips for him to munch on, not forgetting to nudge the plastic bag in your direction. “Have you taken any?”

“Oh. Right.” You mumble, picking some chocolate stick that catches Minho’s attention for a split second.

Once in a while, your gaze drifts over to him, almost anticipating a weird movement or him slacking off. However, the only strange action you find is Minho blowing air towards the dark strands of hair covering his eyes.

In all actuality, you expect the atmosphere to be more sour and less productive. Yes, there's a strange vibe in the air, but it's more similar to awkwardness to cause discomfort.

Until suddenly, an insistent cursor on your shared google docs starts typing words that don't match your work. What the hell, anonymous tiger?

Growing exasperated, your fingers clack on the keyboard, furiously erasing the latest paragraph.

"What the fuck - I just wrote that!" The familiar voice shouts, and there's a split second when you think you should just kick him out, then do the presentation alone in class. That wouldn't be so bad.

"It's all wrong. And where are these photos coming from? Don't just put the bullet points there, they're meant to be the conclusion."

Minho takes a deep breath, shoulders visibly rising until he channels out his frustration with a noise that almost sounds like a growl. That sort of thing unfazed you, but you're still glad the student center is mostly empty.

"Listen, we can make a better statement than that." His eyes are like flames, and you can’t help but stare back and, as he wants, listen.

He pulls a chair, nodding to you in a silent gesture. Initially, you hesitate but you go over to him anyway. Minho clicks on the laptop and a new window pops up, showing a detailed page from a book.

"From this theory, I found a connection that can help us." With that, the temperamental male turns into a whole different person. He briefly explains the information he’s gotten from the book, all the while giving you the room to take it in. Then, with unmistakable excitement, he begins his train of thoughts he wants to implement into the assignment. With every sentence he says, your anger subsides, turning into something akin to awe. Not that you will admit it.

One thing for sure; for the first time, you think this project might work.

As he finishes, you blink rapidly. Minho leans back with his elbow on the desk, relaxed and undeniably proud of himself. You send a glare his way.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

His face scrunches, as if that was not the words he expected after the successful presentation.

"First, I wasn't done with the research." He says, eyebrows furrowing, then he points a finger at you. "Second, you muted me every time I said a goddamn word."

Oh, here we go again. Your two hands shot in the air, feigning a defense in front of the frowning man.

"Not my fault I don't want to hear your complaints."

There's a flash of something wild on Minho's face which you identify as his troublemaking expression. But as he leans closer, you realize it too late.

"This is why you should listen, (Y/n)."

In a snap, there's a pulling on your ear. Minho pinches your ear and pulls like you were a 5 year old with tantrums. The low level of pain causes you to winch, but it's the electricity from his touch that makes you jump back.

"Ow! What the hell!" You sputter and he snickers like this is elementary school, going with the theme in your head.

Satisfied, Minho releases you. But his hand lingers and it brushes the side of your neck, prompting you to hold a shiver from the ticklish sensation. It would be a drag to deal with more of his antics, so you get up from the chair to glare at him pointedly.

"You're a freak."

He challenges, fire in his eyes, "Care to say that again?"

Because you're not a university student who's not petty, you smirk and take the bait.

"You're a freak - hey!" His large hand pulls at your sleeve, halting your step. The sudden momentum startles you and you lose your footing. Ultimately, your body stumbles and falls with a yelp, and your bum hits the chair.

Grumbling, you shake off the shock before you attempt to get up once again. Then, a groan comes from beside you, too close, freezing you on the spot. A hand holds the side of your waist, and your suspicion is confirmed. Of course you did not land on the chair, you end up sitting on Minho's thighs, your back pressing against his.

"Getting comfortable?" Minho asks, his deep voice brushing your ears, and much to your dismay, you can imagine the leer that accompanies his voice. In panic and confusion, you attempt to leave his lap in a rush, only to be stopped.

"Can you get that hand off of me?" You ask, turning on him.

"I don't know, can I?"

His dark eyes clash with your glaring ones, gleaming with mischief and something else you can't quite decipher. All you can feel is his hand tightening its grip on your side, and the warm air of his breath, clouding your mind.

But this is Choi Minho, and you do not like Choi Minho, whatever the situation is. With a renewed willpower you push yourself off of him and be on your feet.

"We're wasting time." You declare. "Send me all your notes, we need to get going."

Minho only smiles sweetly, a one eighty degree difference from the man before, which only leaves you more frustrated. As he dives back into his work, you hide behind your laptop, calming your racing heart and ignoring the surge of familiarity you feel.

+++

The crowd was growing in number and in anger, too. The boys from the EXO house became more agitated with every word Minho said, filled with provocation and mockery. Jonghyun and Jinki were nowhere to be found, probably looking for chances to steal the mic. Taemin and Kibum were definitely loitering around the drinks bar.

You had no choice.

“Whoa, is that Jongin puking?!”

As expected, your shrill voice was enough to distract them before you literally dragged Minho by his jean jacket.

“Let me go,” he grunted, but his alcohol-induced state prevented him from doing it himself. Your smaller stature managed to pull him towards an empty room, which later you figured out to be the storage.

He tried to wrestle out of your grip, muttering curse words at no one in particular and you finally had enough. With both your hands, you slapped his cheeks, which were damp with sweat.

“You wouldn’t be able to win that fight.” You said sternly.

Minho froze, and while he was in that state, you quickly went out to get a glass of water. When you returned, he’s already blinking his eyes a few times, a sign of his returning sobriety.

And a sign you should leave the premises soon.

You handed him the glass, urging him to drink as you murmured, “I should go. This party sucks and, godammit, I just wanna go home. Drink this and… I don’t know, stay safe, I guess.”

The taller man drank slowly, but his eyes kept gazing at yours. When he finished, there was a soft look in his visage, and he suddenly smiled. Sleepy and tired, but sweet nonetheless.

Flustered, you left the glass in his hands, and ran away from the storage. The day after, Minho grumbled about his headache and loopholes in his memory from that party to Kibum and Jinki, and you sighed in relief.

+++

Sorry for the late reply! Was watching the campus baseball team

I added a few slides right before the first conclusion

Tell me what you think 🤔

These are okay.

But don't add more on that. We're almost reaching 40 slides.

Who said I'm gonna add more? 🙄

Idk, you seemed ready to add 10 more just to spite me.

Oh.

Why didnt I think of that

Are you free tonight?

Lets review the whole thing

Duh, tomorrow's the presentation

Do you think I'm that stupid lol

Unlike you I care about my grades

Yeah?

And you think I don't?

You don't seem to care if you get me into trouble

Right. Whatever.

Unlike you I'm not petty

Idc who I work with I can get my job done

I didn't mean it like that.

I'll join you at 11 pm

+++

There's a discomfort that can't be spoken.

You scroll through the slides, apprehensive not of the contents, but of the author, the one that finally snapped at you. Perhaps you deserved it. On the other hand, Minho should stop basing his mood on sports game results, it's stupid as hell.

Five minutes to eleven, the preparation is done. You could just text Minho there's nothing left to do, and both of you could catch some needed rest.

Suddenly, a loud beep rings in your ear. And you don't think twice before admitting Minho into your Zoom meeting.

"Hey, sorry for the wait." He speaks, voice crackling from the signal before it becomes more stable. "I just took a bath."

"At this hour?" You ask, disbelieving his decision, but trying not to stare for too long.

"Yeah. I just got back from a soccer game. Jonghyun's invitation." He shrugs, letting the towel drape against his broad shoulders, which may or may not be distracting.

Faster than a cat on a mouse, you force yourself to stop staring at him, and when you see Minho, there's an inquisitive expression on his gaze. He dismisses it quickly, relieving you.

"How's our work going?"

You clear your throat. "I'd finished checking them, maybe you want to see it first before we decide on the parts distribution."

"Sure."

And everything is awkward again.

Granted, it's not the most amicable atmosphere. Minho mumbles to himself, reading each point with focused eyes and not even minding your existence. After what seems like forever, he mentions a few slides that need to be double-checked, which extends your work time.

As the night heightens and the cold intensifies, you wish you were brave enough to break the ice.

Then, a loud yawn echoes in your ear.

"Can we continue this later?" Minho asks through more yawns. "It's like, almost 1 AM right now."

The time reminder doesn't quite surprise you. "Do you have morning classes?"

Minho checks his phone. "No."

"Then we're still doing this."

Your work partner groans, prompting you to hide a tiny smile at his antics. But suddenly, Minho raises his voice, startling you.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He snaps.

Something clenches in your stomach, and you force yourself to look into Minho's face on the screen. His eyebrows are furrowed, demanding answers which you are not sure you could provide.

"I don't."

"Then," he stops to hide a yawn. "Why?"

"I don't know." You pause. "But I don't hate you. Not at all."

His eyebrows shoot up, then he sighs.

“You’re just confused.”

“Yeah.” You pause. “I think I am… Like, really confused.��

Minho smiles in response, almost in relief. His eyes crinkle softly into crescents, like a drowsy pair of moons, and something within you softens at the sight. He should smile more often.

You quietly let out a relieved sigh on your own.

"Good. I'm taking a nap," he declares all of a sudden, standing up from his chair and ignoring your belated complaints. The camera view changes into something similar to a found footage movie, all shaky and blurry. Once it stabilizes, a sight of Minho clears up, showing him leaning back against a mountain of cushions and pillows on his bed. Then he sighs contently, the sound a little too soft in your ears.

But, he seems more comfortable on the soft bed. Unfair.

"Choi Minho, get back to the google docs or I'll - "

"You'll what? Mute my microphone?" A sleepy laugh. "I'm taking a nap. You and your ugly pajamas can suck it."

What the fuck.

"Excuse me? This is loungewear."

"Let me see." He laughs and you waste no time before adjusting your webcam to pan from your short sleeved top to the pants, all having the same pattern. They're cute, but from the way he frowns Minho doesn't seem too adoring of them.

"They're pajamas."

"It's loungewear, you caveman." You pout.

His full lips curl in a sneer, then he speaks with a voice surprisingly lower than before.

"Well I do prefer sleeping with no clothes."

Your mouth shuts. After a moment too long of trying not to imagine your classmate in his choice sleepwear, you grunt, exasperated.

"Whatever gets you off." You sigh, but internally cursing at your choice of words. Minho grins.

"You mean whatever gets you off."

"Shut up."

"Then mute me."

You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Mute yourself."

You stare at the pixelated image of Minho on the screen and he mirrors your actions, with a gaze more intense and drowning. It's as if he's not going to let this go easily. You are expecting more snides, but instead, with relaxed stretches and sighs, he leans back against the mountain of pillows.

"Okay." He shrugs. "Wake me up in 10 minutes."

The effort to speak fails as your throat tightens and you wish to go out, visit his dorm and strangle him in person. But Minho's already closing his eyes, tiredness taking over the man fast. And finally, you can relax.

If you're in a better state, you would have raked your mind to see how the fuck you let Choi Minho affect your this much.

At some point, you check Minho's camera, and sneak a time to take in his features. You won’t deny his handsome face and glorious physique. A small face, doe eyes, plush lips, broad shoulders, long legs that’s just unfair - okay yeah he’s hot. But it never occurs to you he'd look this calm even while sleeping. Gone are the angry lines on his eyebrows, and the tense clench of his jaw, all that’s left is a serene face that you don’t mind talking about for hours - okay yeah he’s still hot even when he’s sleeping.

If only he weren't such an asshole when he's awake.

Returning to your work, you never notice the rustling noises from Minho's mic. So when you see the Zoom window, you let out a yelp, surprised at Minho's face on your screen, peering with inquisition.

He laughs, and oh, his voice is huskier now after a short amount of sleep. "Surprised?"

"Uh, has it been 10 minutes already?"

"Not yet, but I can't sleep. Not with you staring all the time."

"Says the man who’s been staring at me for god knows how long." You respond, because the best thing liars can do is turn the table on others.

And Minho doesn't even deny it.

"Oh, yeah, about that."

"What?"

"Nothing." The quick response combined with his avoidance doesn't convince you in the slightest, and one wary look from Minho says he's well aware of it. After a few awkward seconds, he relents.

"That top, it's kind of…" he trails off, fingers touching his own t-shirt hem to emphasize a point. You look down, and - oh. The top button had slipped off, hence the generous view of cleavage that caught Minho's attention.

But you're in no mood to be embarrassed.

"That's the way you style it." You spit the lie with oozing confidence on a high level of bullshit. "You got any complaints?"

Minho's eyebrows furrow, obviously not buying it, but more amused. He’s holding back a mischievous looking smile, and despite not liking it, you have to suppress a bubbling excitement. Excitement of what, you have absolutely no idea. Or rather, you refuse to acknowledge you have fun teasing Choi Minho.

"No, not at all. And (Y/n)?"

You only move your eyes, not enjoying the apprehension because what now? As he finds your gaze, he smirks.

"That loungewear does look good on you."

You’re out of words to respond. As you ignore the jolt in your stomach, you let him be smug, satisfied, and winning. You don’t care.

However, minutes later, a small part of you relents and basks in the compliment in private, sharing little smiles to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Minho doesn't have his eyes on the presentation anymore.

+++

As late night approaches, your productivity wanes.

Minho is back on the pillows, playing on his phone while you both take a break. Swayed by the night air and your sore back, you're now sitting on the bed too, but still facing the desk which is right by the mattress. After the pajama accident, you decided to wrap yourself in blankets, and when Minho saw your cocooned form he laughed, voice like crackling fire. Truth to be told, your blankets turn cold in comparison to the warmth he exuded.

The train of thoughts grinds to a halt when Minho chimes.

"Done for tonight?"

The honest and spontaneous answer would be a yes, it's done and we can now sleep and rest. But the hazy night lulls you further into a state of daze, making you wonder of the unthinkable.

"I still want to look something up. You can leave though, it's fine." Hook, line -

"Let me hang out with you for a bit."

Sinker.

What are you doing?

Silence stretches, and you're positive Minho is doing that stare again, the one that is construed as smoldering.

"Not too feisty late at night, are you?"

Minho has left his pillows, now sitting upright and staring directly at the camera - at you. There you decide confidence looks fucking good on Choi Minho.

"You know what they say, nothing good happens after 2 AM." You avert your gaze from his burning ones, and it's bold of you to assume you could escape.

"Oh? Any cautionary tales?"

"Not exactly." You hum, "Maybe unfiltered conversations?"

"That can be fun, though. It's like you're drunk, but with no alcohol." He rambles. You take notice of the sway in his sentence and open the Zoom window to check your partner. Despite the dim light, you can see the way his eyes droop with sleepiness, along with his messy mop of dark hair, and it's rather adorable.

"I think someone's guilty of that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, there's no booze here." He offers a crooked grin and the expression turns into a thoughtful one. "Do you drink?"

"What's it to you?"

He shrugs. "Just curious."

"Sometimes." You finally say.

There's a moment of silence before Minho rustles in his bed, sitting with crossed legs and scooting closer to the camera. When he speaks again, the volume is louder, startling you.

"Do you remember Kibum's party? The one on the weekend after Valentine's Day?"

"Oh God, that one was a bit too much."

"Agreed." He chuckles, low and nostalgic. He scratches the back of his head. "Thanks for helping me out back then."

You're barely able to hide the surprise on your face, and Minho answers the unsaid question for you.

"I remember. I was drunk, but I remember you dragging me off." From the tone of his voice, he sounds sheepish, but so are you, because the revelation throws you off guard.

"No worries. Just… Don't do that too often."

He laughs. "You hate parties, don't you? I remember you were so grumpy before you left."

Hiding your face in your hands, you groan. "They can be too much."

"You don't sound like you always have a good time."

"Sorry if my dull life offends you."

"It's not dull, per se.” He waves his hands around as a gesture. “But it's why you're such a bummer."

"Again, sorry if you're not having a blast with me."

"Forgiven." A pause. "But, you know." A longer pause, and the silence starts to test your patience. "You can just ask me. I provide spectacular good times."

Respectfully, you give him a side eye.

"Right now I can give you a whole different testimony."

"To be fair, we're doing homework. But… I can do better." He leans in closer, pupils dilating with an emotion you are afraid to iterate, furthering your confusion.

"What are you on about?" You minimize the Zoom window, an effort to return to your task at hand. From Minho's side, there's nothing but the sound of breathing, but when he speaks, his voice deepens.

"I can do better than this. I can make you feel good."

You freeze, throat tightening as you're lost for words. There's no way to stop your mind from wandering uncontrollably. Afraid to see him, you avoid checking his face on the screen.

After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up again, voice husky and more true to what he said.

"Like I said, all you have to do is ask."

Afraid to cross whatever line he's teetering on, you take one for the team, inhale, and take a step back.

"Then, can you shut up and let me do my work?"

Minho lets out a condescending laugh in response, like he's asking 'are you for real?' "Fine then. Let me know when that cursor starts moving."

Warmth rushes to your cheeks. It's tempting to blame the alluring night, but you know better than that.

And you should know better than to assume Minho would let this slide.

The awkwardness hangs in the air, blanketing the both of you with tension. You suppose this could push him away, making him sign off and do his thing - which, you don't want to imagine. But no. Instead, Minho is now lounging on his bed. And now you know, the more comfortable Choi Minho is, the more forward he becomes.

"Why won't you let yourself loose?" He asks all of a sudden, five minutes of silence brings him to the edge of his new found glory. Minho scratches his dark hair like he’s frustrated.

You snap your head towards him in disbelief. But before you say anything, he continues with a slightly raised tone.

"Like, come on, (Y/n). We're in university. You can have some fun."

"Doesn't seem worth my time."

"I can be worth your time, if you let me."

"This again?" You sigh. "What do you want from me, Minho?"

Another silence, and this time, you regret the question. From the corner of your eyes, Minho is getting up from his position on the bed to lean in, face uncharacteristically serious.

“I know you know exactly what I want.” He begins. “And I see the way you look at me.”

There's no teasing, just a plain observation. Those words alone kick your heartbeat into a stuttering mess. Despite the urge to confirm, there's still hesitation. You don't want to give in. Not to him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You internally curse when your words come out too breathy, and Minho definitely notices, judging by the crooked smile adoring his lips.

"Aren't you tired of teasing yourself like this?" He asks, languid and all knowing. "Why are we still here? Our work is done. You stopped typing ten minutes ago."

"Okay, that's it. We're done for today." You cut him off, closing your docs to prove a point. But it doesn't deter him in the slightest.

"No, we're not." He says with a finality, sleep gone from his voice.

Because without the presentation and all other student responsibilities, you're just two young adults who forget nothing good will come out this late at night.

And, despite the virtual presence, he still manages to corner you, and string you along into his game.

Perhaps, you let him do so.

"You don't know how tempting you look right now." He whispers, making shivers run down your spine. Checking your camera view, you find out your blankets had fallen off, now sitting on your lap while your skewed pajamas look rumpled and, once again, revealing too much of your skin. With your messy hair and dazed eyes, you can understand why Minho would say that. You look fucked out. And there's no action - not yet.

So you try again, "Minho - "

"I like that look on your face."

You scoff, then try again. "Like I want to strangle you?"

"No. Like you want me to strangle you."

And that's when you know you can't try your way out of this situation. A jolt of arousal unwittingly shocks your body and Minho sees enough of your expression before flashing you a knowing smile. "What's on your mind?"

"...Nothing." You answer a beat too fast.

"You're thinking about me, aren't you?"

"That's - that's enough. Aren't you tired?"

"Not really. Why don't you tire me out?"

"If doing a presentation with me didn't do shit, I don't know what will."

"You just won't back down will you?" Minho's form on the screen shuffles, adjusting his position to lean back against the headboard. "Can't say I don't like it though." Then, a low sigh startles you, and your eyes grow wide.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Helping you out."

Unfortunately, he's not. He's laid on the bed, leaning back with his legs stretched out, a hand lazily stroking his own thighs. And it's a sight you can watch forever.

"How does touching yourself help me out, Choi?"

"You're too tense," he says in between grunts, earning more reaction from your traitorous body. "Be thankful I'm showing you how to relax."

"You're a goddamn pervert."

"And you like it."

"Fuck, why would I - do you actually think your naughty little words will work on me? Try again."

There's blazing confidence in his eyes, as if he's holding all the cards and you're left in the dark.

"Challenge accepted, beautiful.”

He continues to tease himself as he stares at your form in the camera, hands getting closer to his crotch.

"You can tell me to stop."

Before you can say anything, he reaches low and begins to palm himself through the sweatpants. Even on camera, you can see the sizable tent. You unconsciously lick your lips, earning a mocking laugh from his end.

"You're drooling."

You throw a glare at him. "Fuck you."

"We can get to that later. But right now, can I continue, (Y/n)?"

The question surprises you as it offers your ticket to the way out, despite the expectation visible in Minho’s pleading eyes. You take a deep breath, sealing the deal.

"...You said you accepted the challenge."

And that's all Minho needs to exhale harshly, sounding more like a moan.

"I did, but can't you just - ah - do something?" The husky voice alone sends a wave of arousal to your core, and you instinctively snap your thighs together. A cloud of lust starts to muddle your brain, and you can't think straight anymore.

Of course Minho notices immediately.

"I saw it."

"You see nothing."

"You're a fucking menace." He grunts, and it sounds way more sexy than angry, like really sexy. With a hand still touching and exploring, he continues to sigh.

"A menace that makes you jerk off while zooming with me?" You can't help but tease, in which he moans in response instead of answering.

"Listen, we're both tired and I need this. So, fuck it."

In one swift movement, his hand dives into his briefs and grabs his cock by the hilt, at least from what you guess through the fabric. His mouth falls open in pleasure.

"Godammit, Minho, you shouldn't - "

"Shhh… Let me have this." His hand speeds up and he closes his eyes, face scrunching in pleasure as he lets out sensuous noises that tempt you more until a whimper escapes your lips. You hear him chuckle.

"Care to join me? I bet you're already wet."

You force a laugh. “I don’t think so.”

"Then prove it."

“Do it yourself then.”

"Oh baby, if I were there, I would do more than that." You're frozen on the spot, anticipating his words. As he hears no complaint from you, he continues. "I could pull you down on my lap, just like that night in the library - "

"It was an accident." You protest, voice small and unsurprisingly ignored.

"- put my arm around your waist, and then I'd slip a hand underneath those pajama pants - loungewear." He laughs while correcting the words and you can’t help but join him incredulously.

At this point, you can only hear Minho's heavy breathing, or perhaps they were your own. You have no idea anymore, your brain muddled with desire and anticipation. His brown eyes slide to the camera, right at you.

"I wonder how wet you are beneath all that?"

For some reason, you still try. "Dry?”

"Wrong. You'd be soaking wet, and I just know you'd instantly jump as soon as I touched your panties." He explains nonchalantly, but then the haughty tone is replaced by something mocking and exaggerated. "But I guess I am the one who’s wrong."

"What?"

He ceases any movement on his part, and you find yourself disappointed. "If you're really not into this," he begins, voice breathy but there's impatience there that comes from the built up frustration. "Tell me to stop."

Everything halts in your brain. The erotic display gets to you too much until you can't even say a word. Instead, you zoom in on his arms, and how the muscles rippled when he stroke himself. The way his neck tenses, pronouncing his collarbones more. You even wonder if you would be able to see droplets of sweat on his temples if he was in front of you. As Minho grows more impatient, his eyebrows furrow.

He's absolutely gorgeous.

"Tell. Me. To. Stop.”

You swallow, helplessly and undeniably holding yourself back.

“What do you want, (Y/n)?” He focuses on you, chest heaving with each pant. Only now you see how desperate he is.

"Minho…" You let out, brain short-circuiting with lust.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me. You want the same thing as I do?” Whatever he sees on the screen makes him start moving again. His hand finds his shaft again, and he moans loudly. "You want to feel good? I can make you feel good, I can help you out.”

With every word, you wish you can say yes, yes, and yes. Instead, with a sharp intake, you finally say meekly, “Tell me what to do.”

You hear Minho murmur some curses before turning to you.

“Get that blanket away. I want to see you.”

Nervously, you reposition yourself, taking the blanket aside and you hold the urge to sigh as the scratchy fabric grazes your hot skin. You're already oversensitive and you haven't even started yet. Minho is staring at you through the camera, shameless with his want and impatience.

“Touch yourself, baby. Start with your tits.”

With shaky fingers, you start by caressing your chest. Online video meetings are peculiar because there's always a delay before the other party reacts to what you do. In that short window of time, doubt arises. You wonder and think how this happens. But then, Minho lets out a guttural moan, the sound akin to someone who's about to reach his climax.

And the surge of confidence crashes to you like a wave.

"I'm just touching my tits and you're gonna cum already?" You ask with a smug smile.

Minho pays no mind to your comment, instead he scoots closer to the laptop. "Shit, you're actually doing this. Now we're talking."

"Just this one time." You hurriedly find your hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your clothes, wincing with pleasure. "I need this too."

"Yeah? Show me how much you need this. Take off that shirt.”

God, now that you're not lying to yourself and to Minho there's a relentless urge to seek more pleasure. And the thought of Minho seeing you masturbate lights a fire in your stomach.

So you unbutton your top, slow and deliberate to tease the man on the other end of the application. Because that's what he deserves. You hear an exasperated "Hurry up," before a smirk graces your lips for a change. As you shrug off the shirt, you already know his eyes are glued to the sight of your skin.

"God, that body…" He trails off. "You're so fucking hot."

"Likewise." You sigh as your hand slips under the waistband of your pants. "Dammit, I can't believe this."

He chuckles, delirious but still tantalizingly sexy.

"You know what to do. Go and touch that pussy for me."

His assertiveness flicks a switch inside you. Letting out a shuddering sigh, you move backwards further, making sure everything you do will be captured with your web camera. Then, you pull open your legs at a traitorous slow movement, pulling more curses from Minho.

"Touch it." He orders.

You obey him and tug your panties aside to touch your core directly. The contact makes you moan, and Minho knows he's getting what he wants. And so are you.

"See, that wasn't so hard."

"S-shut up."

"You're drenched, I just know it."

He's right, and your head spins with relentless want. Imagining that voice speaking directly to your ear, soft lips grazing your skin as his hand travels south, leaving fire in its trail.

Like your hand is his, you continue rubbing your body, even spreading your legs more, as if he's right there as your audience. You pull your pants down, letting it pool on one of your ankles, before raising one leg slightly to find the angle that gives you the most pleasure.

As you hear wet sounds in your ear, you return your gaze to the screen to enjoy the sight. Minho had his pants removed properly as well, and he has one hand gripping his stiff cock, which has a sheen from what you assume is his own precum. God, the whole visual on your screen is such a sin.

"Shit." You can't help but say, and Minho only laughs in response.

"You're allowed to imagine me fucking you, don't worry." He teases, lips curling into a sneer, and considering the situation, it looks devilish and way too seductive.

With a shaky breath, you scoff.

"Is that what you're thinking? What, fucking me from behind?"

"Not from behind, baby. I want to see your face as my cock pushes in you for the first time."

You hiss as you slide your fingers in your pussy, scrunching your face with ecstasy, and fuck, Minho's into it, because he even stops to take a proper look at you and the way you pleasure yourself.

"Enjoying the view, Choi?" You challenge, and he gulps.

"I wish I could be there, watching you fuck yourself with your fingers."

"Are you sure - ah - you can just stay there and watch?" Your fingers already feel so good dragging against your walls and you want to know how it feels to have his thick cock inside you.

He smirks.

"I can be patient, baby. I can watch you all day."

"Why don't you help me out?"

"Oh? What do you want me to do?"

You groan. "You know…"

"What? Use your words, (Y/n)." Minho stops only to look at you straight from his camera, eyes almost begging. And you fall for it.

"I want your fingers in me."

He hums, a silent encouragement for you to continue.

"Mmhm. Keep touching yourself, baby girl. What else do you want?"

You groan at the nickname, feeling more wetness now inside you. In a daze, you manage out in between gasps.

"I need you to fuck me."

"What was that?"

"Minho, fuck me, please." You say as you add another finger, pushing inside your drenched pussy, making you moan your words.

"Oh baby, you're so cute begging me like that. I'm gonna fuck you hard, you hear me? You will be shaking and crying when I'm done with you."

You're whimpering, hands still furiously sliding in and out of your wet folds as you watch Minho throw his head back in immense pleasure. He's loud - groans and moans fill your ear, and the sounds coming from him are so lewd, and wet.

He's going to be the death of you.

There's a moment when you soak in each other's voices, each moan and squelch increasing your pleasure instead. Minho, dark eyes so clouded with lust it's clear even through the screen, demands another question to you.

"What do you want, (Y/n)? Tell me what you want to do to me."

Oh, you don't even know where to start. Flooded with many scenarios, you answer him with the first thing that comes to mind.

"I want to ride your face." You admit sheepishly, only to earn a low chuckle from the other side.

"Shit, that's hot. I wish you were here. I - " another low grunt. "I would have you sitting on my face, my tongue lapping your cunt as you scream out my name. I bet you taste like honey. You're going to grab my headboard, my fingers stuffing your mouth because I know you're going to be loud, aren't you baby?"

As if following his command, you whine out a "yes", voice high pitched and it sounds utterly pathetic.

With two fingers pushing in and out of your cunt deliciously, your other hand joins to rub your clit, and you hiccup a moan.

"Minho, please I want your cock inside me," you cry out, drowning in the euphoria of lust. All because of him, only him.

"Me too, baby, me too. I want to fuck you all day long. I want to take you in our classroom. Would you like that, huh? After class ended, I could just bend you over the desk and have my way with you."

You won't even deny how much wetter you get after imagining all his words. Public sex doesn't usually excite you much, but this is Minho, and everything with Minho sounds exhilarating and turns you on like hell. Your breath becomes shakier, and everything is intense. You can't feel your hands anymore.

"I'd like that. Hell, you can take me at the student center for all I care."

Minho, ever the sadist, sneers. "I knew it. You like having an audience huh? How about the next time we visit you sit on my cock? I bet you're going to have a hard time shutting up."

A gasp. "Like you're any better, you're freaking loud."

"Don't blame me, I bet your pussy will be so tight around me." He groans, enjoying his own imagination as he continues to pump his cock. "God, this feels so good. Touch your tits for me, baby."

You do as he says, enjoying the jolt of pleasure coming from pinching your nipples. As Minho keeps encouraging you, your breath quickens, tensing up as your climax approaches fast.

"Keep going - shit I need to taste you when you cum. Are you close? I'm so close."

"Minho," you moan, words slurring. "I'm so close, too. Fuck, I need your cum inside of me."

"Shit, (Y/n) - "

"I would hold you with my legs and I wouldn't let you go until you fill me up." There’s no more filter so you keep rambling, and before you know it you hear Minho groaning loudly. You check on the screen to see him cum, ropes of white getting onto his bed sheets. Not expecting him to cum first, you let out a delirious laugh. Minho catches you, still panting from his afterglow. He looks gorgeous -

And dangerous.

"You want to be filled, don't you?" He begins, voice still stuttering, but low and immediately freezing you in place. "You want my cum so bad you actually beg for it."

Your breaths pick up in pace.

"I don't think you're done yet. Get that hand working."

You grumble a word or two before resuming to touch your body, hands shaking with heightened pleasure. You hold back a hiss as you touch your stiff nipples, and continue to push in two fingers in your pussy.

"Faster, (Y/n). Rub that clit for me."

Biting your lip, you do as he says and feel the approaching climax. As you gaze at the screen, Minho has a hand propping his head as he looks at you with a challenging expression, like he's waiting for you to fall.

"What else do you want, baby? You want more of my cum? Want me to fill you up until you get knocked up?"

"Ah!" You slip, hands pinching your swollen nub too hard, but that's all Minho needs. With half lidded eyes, he peers at you, like he’s proud of the new discovery.

"Oh, look at you. You're enjoying this."

"N-no, I'm not," you breathe out, sounding too much like a moan.

"Yes you are."

The humiliation burns but not in the right place, it ignites a new flame inside your belly, and you can feel yourself clenching on your own fingers.

"I'm - I'm so close."

“Yeah? You wanna cum? You wanna squeeze my cock with that tight pussy, and make me fill you up?” He presses and presses, voice low as a whisper but all the words shoot straight to you like an arrow. Your breath grows more shallow, and you’re starting to see white behind your eyes.

“Yes, please. Please Minho, please - “

"Go on, cum for me, (Y/n)."

Like a tight string that is cut, you snap and release with heightened senses, all pleasure that washes over you.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He murmurs with eyes looking at your panting self.

Your chest heaves with short breaths, and you let it slow down as you lean back into the pillows in your bed. You take a peek at your wet and shiny fingers in disbelief, giggling at the sight.

At the sound of your laugh, Minho joins in. "Damn, that was fun." Minho grins, the adrenaline seeping through the way he smiles. He leans in closer to the camera, eyes going all over. “I think we need to clean up, huh?”

You hum nonchalantly, but you notice your breath is not getting any slower. The thought hits you hard. You just masturbated with - in front of -

“Thank god I have no morning class, I need some good sleep after that.” He yawns, but then he gives another soft smile. “I wish you were here though, a cuddle would be perfect.”

The vision of both of you cuddling on your bed soothes your mind for a bit. You just know he’d be a great cuddler, and for some reason, it sounds nice. Lovely, even.

“Hey, after class you wanna grab dinner?”

After class. You will be meeting Minho, the person you just masturbated with, only in a few hours. Then you will present your work together.

Like a freight train, the embarrassment slams you in the face. You can't even say a thing, mouth only gaping open soundlessly, but you notice your heartbeat kicking abnormally in your ribcage, the sound starting to invade your senses.

"(Y/n), you okay?" Minho’s voice cuts through the racing thoughts in your mind. Gosh, he really does have tender eyes. He looks so worried, and genuine.

But your panic wins.

“I - I need to - I need to go - “

“Hey, tell me what’s - “

You never hear him finishing his sentence, because you already leave the meeting without saying another word.

+++

Despite knowing how much this presentation is worth for your grades, you want nothing more than to bury yourself in the nearest soil. And obviously, it’s not because you lack sleep. Because surprisingly, after that incident, you manage to sleep.

Probably because orgasms can make you that tired.

"Oh my, look at her, she's still alive!"

Barely, you think as Kibum walks to your seat, a sleepy Jonghyun in his trail, looking like he just woke up from a nap. Afternoon classes can either grant you extra nap time, or give you the most unfocused study time in the whole day.

In your case, without your morning classes, you can catch up with your needed sleep.

"Hey there, Kibum, Jjongie."

"You shouldn't be here. One of you must've dropped the class." The male with platinum hair gasps. "Minho dropped this class, didn't he?"

"What? No one's dropping the class." You groan, to which Jonghyun shouts in victory, startling you but not Kibum.

"You owe me 10 bucks."

"Whatever," Kibum rolls his eyes. "We still have one more run."

"Yeah but that's - "

You glare at them both. "You made bets?"

"Taemin put 30 on you dropping the class."

"Me? Dropping classes?” You almost shout, which makes Jonghyun cringe in understanding.

"Yeah he's not the brightest."

"See? It's more probable to have Minho leave." Kibum insists.

"Listen, Minho and I - "

"Me and (Y/n) are what?"

You freeze, recognizing the voice that lulls you to the peak of pleasure only a few hours prior. The blurry images of last night resurfaces in your mind, just like on the screen. You keep staring at the other way, not knowing how you will keep your expressions in check as soon as you see Minho.

"She’s not lying, you're still alive!"

Minho raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Of course I am, what would she do to me, kill me?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Jonghyun chimes in, getting a laugh from Minho. The latter suddenly takes a seat beside you, and though you still hesitate to face him, you can smell his cologne that almost immediately makes your brain short-circuit.

“So you both actually managed to finish the assignment?” Kibum asks, his head turning from you to Minho. You have no choice but to turn to your partner, and he’s already smirking at you.

“We did. Not without sacrifices, though.” The taller male answers, looking at you with unmistakable fire in his eyes. You hold the urge to glare at him but only nod and force a smile in agreement.

“Huh.” Jonghyun murmurs, almost like an encouragement for both of you to elaborate more. But Kibum already cuts him off.

“Man, professor Lee will have a field day - “

"I probably will.” The said professor chimes in, making Kibum shout and the class laugh. “That's enough, Kim Kibum. Now let's start the class. Today's the presentation day, yeah? Let's begin with Sungjae's group."

Minho stays sitting down on your left side, leaving Kibum and Jonghyun bickering over some badly designed presentation slides from the others. As your eyes meet Minho's dark ones, the noise around you fades away, and you're left with a tight feeling in your stomach.

"Are you ready?" He asks and you jolt in surprise at how calming his eyes are to you. So you just grin, letting yourself relax. Because despite everything, you know you’ll get the presentation part right.

"Of course." Your smile grows wider as you find the need to push his buttons further. "I hope you slept well."

He smirks. "Couldn't ask for a better rest."

In the end, despite Minho keeps bumping into you, or his hand lingering on yours as you click on the next slide, or him giving you that weird stare publicly, the presentation goes surprisingly well.

Professor Lee compliments the presentation you both give, even mentioning how this might be the first time the two of you are on the same side, and it creates great results, detailed and insightful. Minho manages to look smug and say, “She just took control of the situation, that’s all we need.”

You almost choke.

As soon as the class is dismissed, you know exactly what Minho is going to do.

“Hey, (Y/n) - “

“I need to talk to you.”

Minho’s eyes widen in surprise when you say it at the same time, then the surprise look melts into a goofy grin, like he’s relieved. You mirror it unconsciously.

“Sure, wanna go somewhere?”

As you both bask in each other’s presence, you don’t notice Kibum and Jonghyun staring intensely when you leave the class side by side. Kibum nudges the brunet curiously.

"They seem different, don’t they?”

"But did you see? Minho is clearly eye-fucking her."

Kibum smirks. “I win.”

“Fuck you.” Jonghyun groans in realization, preparing his wallet.

+++

The walk back to Minho’s dorm room is in silence. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but you still prefer a lighter situation with the tall male by your side. He seems to understand the hesitance, or rather, he prefers to wait until you start.

So when you sit down on his couch, shoes, and bag discarded neatly, you know the ball's on your court.

As you will yourself, Minho only stares at you longingly. He can’t believe you’re here in his room, although not in his bedroom but his common room instead (he internally cheered when he opened the door and saw no roommate to be found). Yes, he has questions regarding your actions on him last night, but he has a strong guess, and he just can’t wait to have it confirmed.

You always drive him crazy, and it makes him mad that you shared such a moment last night but it doesn’t guarantee him to get to know you more. Or having you more.

“So.” Your voice interrupts his thoughts, perking him up.

“Yeah?” He immediately pushes. Patient, Choi.

“I think we did great just now.”

Minho can’t help but bark a laugh. “Seriously? We fucking did, though.” He begins proudly, earning a pretty smile from you. “Never heard him compliment students so bluntly.”

“Right?” You scoot closer to him, now your knees touching. “I guess something good comes out of this.”

He takes the chance and puts himself on your eye level. “Only that?”

Your eyes widen, shyness taking over as your reply, “Well, not only that.”

Realizing now you both are on the same page, Minho presses even further. "Mm-hm?"

The girl beside him finally sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Minho replies truthfully. “But what happened?”

“I just panicked, you know. Dysphoria and all.”

And with that, his worries are confirmed. He understands that more than anything because those kinds of reactions after reaching climaxes are not uncommon.

“Hey,” he begins, hand reaching out to touch your knee. “I get it, it happens.” A pause. “I had it once, too.”

From the way you stare at him, he knows you’re surprised by the information. But he’s still teetering on the edge, so maybe next time he can indulge you in the story.

For now, he has more things to confirm.

“But did you regret it?”

“No!” You answer a tad too fast. “No, I didn’t.” You finally look him in the eye. “I really loved it.”

“Did you now?” He pushes, a smirk gracing his lips, and his anticipation grows rapidly.

You nod, slightly leaning in closer to his face. “And I’m also wondering if all you said were just words.”

Minho’s breath hitches, “Fuck. Should I prove you wrong again?”

Exceeding his expectations, you grab his hand which is sitting on your kneecap, then move it higher up your inner thigh. Then, you smile mischievously, the sight making Minho dizzy because damn, you’re way prettier in person than in those Zoom calls.

“If you want me that bad, sure.”

He groans. “Oh come on, you’re the one who suggested visiting my room.”

You laugh, and the sound is way too husky to be considered playful. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, you lean in to capture his lips in a kiss, which makes Minho groan immediately.

Minho takes control of the kiss as soon as it starts, cupping your cheek in his palm, and holding your waist with his other hand, gripping them tightly and making you gasp. His tongue immediately invades your mouth, and god you taste so good -

“I’ve wanted to do this since forever.”

“Really?” You pant.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to finally have you all to myself.” He dives back in, devouring your lips and swallowing your whimpers. All his imagination from last night pales in comparison to this, to you actually being in his arms, making the sweetest sounds for his ears.

“I suggest - “ You begin with stuttering breaths after parting so suddenly, “We move to your bedroom.”

Minho smirks. “On it, baby.”

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5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)

Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

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proudahgase-exol · 3 months

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Boyfriend random text/social media with bf!Choi Minho

#choi minho #shinee x reader #shinee minho #Choi Minho x reader #minho x reader #shinee fake Text #shinee fanfic #shinee #shinee x you #shinee imagines #shinee scenarios #shinee fics #shinee fluff #shinee x female reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfics #kpop writers

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mymoodwriting · 8 months

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2.1k, yandere, car accident, amnesia, stalking, drugs, kidnapping, restraints, chains (@starillusion13)

“I know this place…”

Minho wandered the streets every night, finding himself following the same path over and over again. He’d always wind up at this bar, stumbling in, drunk on memories and pain. He was haunted by the past, by his lover. This was a place they’d frequent together, and he’d always come here looking for them. He’d confuse the girls around for his lover, and that would always get him into trouble. Every night he’d be dragged out and beaten, but that never discouraged him from going back there and looking for the one he loved.

Every day he lived in a nightmare. He lost his lover in a car accident, but he’s still looking for them. This night was like no other. Minho was making his way over to the bar when something caught his eyes. There was a girl looking around the area, she seemed a bit lost, but in his mind that was her, the one he had lost. Without a second thought he ran over and hugged the girl, holding her tight, afraid to let go. Of course she squirmed beneath him until she got free. Now that he was close Minho would realize this wasn’t who he was looking for, but he was caught off guard seeing the girl’s face. She looked just like his lost love.

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Do I know you?” The girl asked. “I-”

“No. I just thought you looked like someone I knew.”

“Oh… sorry…”

“I’m sorry… I’ll be leaving now…”

Minho offered a quick smile and stepped away. He knew he was chasing a ghost, but those little moments when he thought he saw them again, they could spark such peace in his heart. That simple hug, thinking it was someone, it eased his worries, even if only for a second. As he walked away he could still feel the warmth of the embrace, deluding himself into believe it was-

“Y/n!”

Minho stopped dead in his tracks, feeling his heart sink. Hearing your name brought so much to the surface that it overwhelmed him. Tears built up in his eyes, and a tightening was felt in his chest. He looked back at the doppelganger, only to see another familiar face by their side. A friend of their deceased beloved. Without realizing Minho was already walking back over, confronting the pair.

“Alya.”

“Uh…”

The strange gentlemen that had hugged you moments before came back, and was speaking to your friend. The fact he knew their name, you figured they were acquainted somehow, but Alya didn’t seem happy to see him.

“You called her y/n, why?”

“Who… who are you again?”

The stranger suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled up the sleeve, revealing a scar you had. He traced his fingers over it for a moment before you managed to free yourself from his grip, rolling down your sleeve.

“It’s you… you’re y/n…”

“Do… do I know you?” You mumbled. “I… I was in a car accident recently… it caused amnesia and-”

“That’s enough.” Alya covered your mouth. “We should be going, it is late.”

Alya kept your mouth covered, offering the stranger a fake smile and trying to move away, but he grabbed her arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was alive!” Minho yelled. “All this time…”

“How dare you!” Alya snapped. “You’re the reason there was an accident in the first place! I may not have all the details, but you and y/n were fighting that night and she left you! She was driving under duress and called me, trying to explain things when I heard the crash…”

“You-”

“Don’t put this on me, Minho! You didn’t reach out either. You were there that night, you saw her laying on the ground and bleeding, yet you walked away, believing her to be dead. She’s better off without you.”

Alya tried to walk away again with you, but Minho wasn’t going to let you leave that easily. Although soon enough a group of men saw the scene and intervened, pulling Minho away from you both. They threw him to the ground and started kicking him. You wanted to stop them but Alya held you back and pulled you away from the scene. All you could do was watch and hear how the men had repeatedly told Minho not to come around here and harass girls. When you got to Alya’s car you couldn’t help but ask.

“Who was he? Minho? Is he an ex of mine?”

“The worst of it. Don’t worry about him, he was awful, and you don’t owe him anything.”

“But-”

“Y/n, he nearly got you killed. It’s better you don’t remember him.”

A lot had changed for you in what felt like an instant. So much of your life was just gone, but you knew that couldn’t hold you back. This place felt like a ghost town. Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, you felt some faded connection. The doctor had told you that your head trauma from the crash caused your amnesia, and that it was unlikely for you to recover your memories. With all that in mind you figured it was best to move somewhere else, to start over and build your life.

You still planned to keep in touch with Alya. She was there for you when you woke up, and stayed by your side throughout all your recovery. She admitted that she’d miss having you so close, but she understood your need to find yourself. You still wondered about that ex you ran into, but you knew you couldn’t dwell on the past if you wanted to move forward. You were starting a new chapter in your life after all.

🖤

Minho was still stuck in a routine, but things had changed. He was no longer searching for the ghost of you, but for the one he had lost. After that night he was just focused on finding where you had disappeared to. His best bet was to wait by your friend’s house, surely you would show up, and from there he could find out where you were. It took him days of waiting before he got to see you again. He had to hold himself back from running over to you and embracing you in a hug. Now was not the time.

When you went into your friend’s house he snuck over to your car, placing a tracker on it and going back to wait. Once you came out of the house he had to hold himself back again. As you pulled off into the street he carefully followed you, discovering where you were now. He could see that you moved out of town to a neighboring one. You lived in a small apartment building, and it put his mind at ease knowing where you were now. So he’d spend the days watching you, seeing how you went about your life. You seemed happy, and seeing you smile again made him remember the past.

He thought back to all the time the two of you spent together. Your death made him feel an indescribable guilt, but this was a second chance. Not just for him to make things right, but another chance for the both of you. After some time of watching you, he decided to approach. You’d go to the farmers market about once a week, and that’s where he’d run into you. He was nervous, but he knew he just had to be himself. Although he did have to encourage himself multiple times to say something or else lose out on speaking with you.

“…ha… hi…”

“Hm? Oh, hello there.”

“I… uh… I’m-”

“Minho?”

“Yes. My name is Minho.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I know- I mean, it’s nice to meet you.” Minho offered his hand, which you took. “How… uh… how have you been?”

“I’m doing alright. Still adjusting, but the hard part of my journey seems to be over.”

“I’m glad you made a full recovery.”

“Thank you.”

“Could I… uh… would you like some coffee?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Minho had no problem following you around the market, helping you with your bags and picking out fruits and vegetables. It was nice to be together, it felt like old times, like nothing had changed.

“How have you been?” You asked.

“Me? Uh… I’ve been doing okay, doing my best.”

“You should take better care of yourself too.”

“What?”

“Your face.”

“Ah, I’m alright, no need to worry.”

Minho helped you get your bags to your apartment. He only got a small peek into your apartment though.

“Get home safe.”

“Ah, thank you.”

He was sad that you didn’t invite him in, but he could also understand that. Still, he wasn’t gonna just let you go, so he’d watch you from afar. It wasn’t until some days later that he approached you again. He offered you some flowers, your favorites, and you took them with a smile on your face.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

“I thought I’d come around to see how you were doing.”

“I appreciate it. I’m doing alright, and you?”

“Better.”

“I can see. Your face doesn’t look so bad anymore.”

“Yeah… I was wondering if I could treat you to a meal.”

“Uh, thank you, but I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You explained. “I’m trying to move forward with my life and make my own path. You’re someone from my past, and also the reason my present is this way. I don’t know what happened, but the old me left you, and now we’re here. I’m sorry, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped coming around. I don’t have a connection with you anymore.”

“But I-”

“It’s weird having you here since I know no one told you where I was. I won’t call the police, but all I ask is that you leave. Please.”

“I… uh… I understand… sorry…”

🖤

Minho stared down at his wedding ring, remembering that fateful night. He could still hear the yelling in his head, but it was all muffled. That was the night he had proposed, but you didn’t seem ready for that step. You ran away and he could only think to chase you down. He thought he could talk to you, and instead he witnessed the crash, getting into an accident himself. He thought it was all over like a fool, but he had a second chance now, and he wasn’t going to ruin it. Although he had to take matters into his own hands.

He kept his distance as you had asked, watching you from afar and seeing how you lived your life. Just as he had his routine, you seemed to have yours. A way to keep you grounded and moving forward. Once he had a good idea when to make his move he stepped into action. While you were away he broke into your apartment. It was pretty empty as he had expected, you didn’t have much to start over with. Now all he had to do was wait for you. In theory you shouldn’t be gone for long, but any minute apart from you felt like an eternity.

Eventually when he heard you returning he hid, watching you in silence. You put down your grocery bags, starting to take everything out when you heard the floor creak. You looked around, but there was no one. It was probably just the apartment, so you paid it no mind. Then you suddenly felt a hand around your throat, and a rag was over your mouth. You breathed in a strange scent and started feeling dizzy. The edges of your vision were turning black and you felt your strength leaving you. Fear was eating you up, and it consumed you just as the darkness did.

When you regained consciousness your head was still spinning, but you were also worried. Nothing around you looked familiar, and this place was really dark. As you tried to get up you felt something cold against your leg, reaching over and finding a chain. You were really starting to worry, and then you heard a door open. You moved away from the sound, finding your back against a wall and pulling your knees up to your chest. Then you saw a hauntingly familiar face approach you.

“Please… please let me go… I won’t tell anyone…”

“I’m sorry. I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me anymore, but I can’t give up on this so easily. I know you can remember again, or we can just start over and do things right. Either way, I am not losing you again.”

“…”

“I didn’t like how I felt without you. It’s not right. I’m always going to chase you, so let’s try this again.”

#shinee #minho #choi minho #shinee au #shinee scenarios #shinee imagines #shinee yandere #lee taemin #lee jinki #kim kibum #kim jonghyun

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lucuslavigne · 3 months

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Minho × Leitora – Teacher's Pet.

NSFW depois do corte.

Professor!Minho que sabe que você é a melhor aluna da turma mas mesmo assim faz pequenas marcações nas provas para você saber as respostas;

Professor!Minho que sempre te olha conversar com suas amigas durante as aulas enquanto imagina sua boquinha em volta do pau dele;

Professor!Minho que te chama para o carro dele e coloca sua calcinha para o lado para te foder e te falar o quão estúpida você fica enquanto leva uma bela surra de pau;

Professor!Minho que te dá aulas particulares aos finais de semana e te recompensa com os melhores orais da sua vida;

Professor!Minho que antes da cerimônia de abertura da sua formatura da faculdade te arrastou para um banheiro e te deixou com a porra dele escorrendo pelas suas coxas;

Professor!Minho que sempre te liga (mesmo sabendo que você já está formada) para foder na casa dele;

Professor!Minho que espantou a todos quando assumiu o relacionamento de vocês publicamente, já que sempre foi muito profissional com você durante as aulas (somente quando não estavam sozinhos);

Professor!Minho que mesmo sendo –agora– seu namorado sempre te dá aulas;

Professor!Minho que precisa da sua ajuda para relaxar, já que ele precisa que você sente na cara dele e deixe ele te comer até suas pernas tremerem;

#๑ pensamentos da madrugada #choi minho #minho shinee #choi minho smut #shinee #shinee smut #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #smut #Spotify

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maeleelee · 9 months

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Chapter Eleven

Cotton Candy Landing

What goes up must come down. And as everyone from Orbit lands, more secrets are unveiled and will lead them to run. But will this path lead them to happily ever after or should they turn around?

Welcome back to the family of stoners. They’re all grown up and settling down. Everyone’s got full time jobs and some went and got married. Life is finally looking good for most. (Y/n has been turned into Bun Bun because this story follows a different lead.)

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Warnings: “cheating”, humiliation, calling out, cussing, fighting, slaps, ruin wedding, threatening, cursing(snows doing)

Jess was starting at the mirror at Mae’s house, looking at the dress. “Baby. Stop. You look great.” Mae told her as she stood in front of her. “I wish I was giving you this speech for your actual wedding. You look amazing. You’re gonna do great. We’re kicking him to the curb and coming back here to party with San. Okay?”

Jess nodded at Mae and smiled. “I’m okay. It’s just shell shocking that this is actually going to happen. I’m leaving the man I thought I was in love with.” Jess sat down on the bed. “I’m letting him go because I was only in love with him because I wanted to believe he loved me. When the man who actually did, stood on the side.”

“That man standing on the other side of the door, would wait a million moons for you baby. He loves everything about you.” Mae smiled brightly. “Here.” Mae pulled out a letter. “I wrote this last night. San told me about the brave face you’ve been putting on. Read this when you want too. I’ll be back, I’m going to make sure everything is ready.” Jess nodded and watched Mae walk out the door.

Mae had a nice backyard and told them they could use it. They didn’t go all out like Jess wanted but she was happy with what was done. Mae put so much work into this and she’s sad she’s letting it go to waste. Jess looked at the note and opened it up.

‘Dear my soupmate.

I’ve watched you grow into the most beautiful, amazing, loving, caring women I’ve ever met. You make me smile when you’re not even trying. Life was quiet (at some points. Wooyoung and San can’t be quiet to save their lives) until you came into it. You’re the star that shines in the sky even when clouds try to cover it. You’re the pink sprinkles on rainbow cakes. You’re the gold to my fish and the rice to my cakes. We fit together like a puzzle and you healed my heart when it was completely broken. All of you have been a blessing to know. You all contributed to me becoming whole again and I’ve never be able to thank you enough. San will treat you better than anyone in the world. (Expect me. You’re MY princess.)

I’m so damn lucky to have a soulmate like you.

I love you so much princess.

From your soupmate, Mae Baby.’

Jess had to wipe the tears running down her face. Mae always knew how to make her feel better. “San? Are you still out there?” Jess called.

“Yes princess.” San called back.

“Can you come in?” She asked, trying to make sure her make up looked alright.

San opened the door and stepped in. His eyes hit her dress and then up to her face. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He was star struck. “Jess.” He whispered. He walked over to her and wipe her tears. “Jess baby. Are you okay?” She nodded, as she smiled.

“Yes. I’m okay. Mae wrote me a cute note and I’m just sobbing because of it.” Jess giggled as she looked at him. He smiled down at her and sighed.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you?” San whispered.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t kiss me.” Jess whispered back. San smiled and pressed his lips against hers. He left one hand on her cheek and put the other on her hip to pull her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss. Call it cliché but she could feel the sparks. San pulled away and placed his forehead against hers.

“I want to continue, but fuck baby. If I do, you aren’t walking down that isle at all.” San mumbled. She pouted and nodded.

“Jess baby.” She heard Mae’s voice through the door.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to hid San in my bathroom. Jisung is on the way to the room. He wants to “hold” your hand before the wedding.” Mae said through the door. Jess looked at San and he smirked.

“I could just claim you in front of him instead.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the door.

“Get in the bathroom.” She hissed at him.

“Okay. Okay. I’m going.” He chuckled.

“Is everything ready?” Mae asked Snow. Snow nodded and looked at her Apple Watch. Jeongin was standing next to them, watching Snow. He had meet her a few days before the wedding and was very smitten with the witch. He wanted to know more.

She was gorgeous and the black dress and witches hat she wore made him drool. He knew after all this was over, he’d have to ask her out. He always loved chaos and she had it written all over her.

The dog she held onto also showed how protective she was. Jeongin loved that. He wanted her to be his and man was he gonna try hard to do so.

“Okay. Chan and Caden are greeting everyone. Minho is getting Jisung ready with the help of Mingi and Seonghwa. Wooyo is with Yeo Yeo at the moment. The girls are getting lined up and the PowerPoint slides are ready.” Snow smiled at her sister. “You need to go get in the line up.” Snow hissed at her sister. “Go!”

Mae sighed and ran to the back. The rest of the girls were giggling at a joke Wooyoung had said. Jess waved at Mae and held out her hand. “Thank you again for the note. I love you.” Jess kisses Mae’s cheek and leaned her head on Mae’s shoulder. Mae kisses Jess’ head and took a deep breath. “You okay baby?”

“Yeah. Just not liking the idea of walking down with Minho. I’ll be okay though.” Mae smiled but it didn’t go to her eyes.

“I can get someone to swap.” Jess said.

“I’ll swap. Walk with baby boy here and I’ll walk with shithead.” Cassi said.

“Are you sure?” Mae asked. Cassi just nodded.

“I’m sure. It’s okay.”

Wooyoung stepped towards Mae’s side and kissed her temple. “He’s not gonna do anything. He’s been on edge all day. I think he’s been trying to figure out if we know.”

“Well, Jisung’s in for a rude awakening.” Kayla mumbled.

“Oh, can we tell them? Maybe make the day a little better?” Mae asked Kayla. Kayla smiled and nodded.

“Jess, would you like to tell them?” Jess smiled. She had found out the night of the movie night they had. The popcorn made her sick, which never happens.

“Mommy here, is going to be an actual mommy in about five or six months.” Jess smiled.

“NO WAY.” The squeals started and so did the congratulations.

“That’s why you’ve been so adamant on being DD.” Bun bun said.

“Yes. That is why. I needed to make sure we were far enough along. I haven’t told the boys yet. I wanna plan a big thing for it.” Kayla smiled.

“Can we help?” Ani asked.

“Of course!” Kayla smiled.

“Alright. Come on. We have to get in line.” Yeosang said as he pushed everyone towards the front. He kissed Mae’s cheek and then Wooyoungs and smiled. “You both look stunning.”

“You look stunning yourself baby.” Mae smiled at Yeosang.

They had all got in line. The boys with each girl. Minho sighing as he stood next to Cassi. Yeosang had taken a step back since he wasn’t in the wedding and walked to Jess. “Everything’s ready in the room. Just get her in there after San and I runaway.” He nodded and smiled at her when the music started.

“Kick his ass babygirl.” Yeosang told Jess.

“Fuck yeah I will.”

“Would you like the say your vows?” The officiant asked. The two nodded.

“I can go first.” Jisung said. “Jess baby. You’ve brought so much joy into my life this last few years. I wouldn’t change it to save the world. You mean so much to me and I’m so happy to call you mine. Thank you for choosing me.”

“Jess. Your turn.” The officiant said.

Jess smiled brightly. “I can’t believe today is actually happening. I’m standing here surrounded by family and friends. People who have watched me grow and become a better person. Jisung.” She took a step away from him and grabbed the remote to the tv. “I made a slide show, showing you how much I love you.”

Jess hit the button and smiled as the first screen appeared. ‘I love you to the moon and back’ click ‘It’s always been you.’ click. ‘I thank you for everything you’ve done for me.’ click. ‘Waking up to you everyday will be the best feeling and view.’ click. ‘I love you so fucking much… Choi San.’

“San?” Jisung asked.

“I figured I’d tell the truth since you wanna lie to everyone. I’ve been in love with the thought of love. You don’t want to settle. You probably will never want to settle. Don’t drag me into the shit.”

“Jess what are you talking about?” Jisung asked.

“Play it.” Mae yelled to Chan, who proceeded to play the recording of Jisung telling Minho he fucked a girl.

“Is that not you?” Jess asked.

“Baby.”

“Wait. There’s two more slides. Oh look,” *click* “that’s you banging the bitch the night of the party.” *click* “that’s you bringing her home the night I stayed at Mae’s. Hey bumbling shit muffin. The ring door bell works at the house. Anyways, good luck. You’re gonna go far and you’ll stay there because you suck. Fuck you jisung in every worse way possible.”

“He’ll realize how needy and insecure and selfish you are. Don’t come running back when he does.” Jisung undid his tie.

“Talk to her like that again and I’ll drop you like the ball you are.” San growled. “She’s a fucking princess. Learn to respect it. Because I will be treating her as such. She’ll be so spoiled, you’ll never be on her mind. Now, if you don’t mind, imma take my girl and we’re gonna go.” San swoop Jess up bridal style and headed to house.

Kayla walks up to jisung and glared. “I’d spit on you but you aren’t worthy of my spit. I’d hit you but I wouldn’t wanna contaminate myself with the rotten trash that you are, that should have been taken out a long time ago.” Before anyone else could get a word in, Caden punched Jisung in the face, knocking him backwards into Minho.

“Man. You really are stupid.” Wooyoung mumbled as he walked by and started dragging Mae away, who flipped Jisung off.

“I hope you go far and stay there.” Mae yelled.

“What are we doing?” Cassi asked Caden.

“Just trust me. Jess asked me to see if all of you would stay.” Caden stated and smiled at Wooyoung and Yeosang. They stood on both sides of the alter. “You two look great.” He smiled.

“Oh my gosh.” Cassi said, making Caden laugh.

“Surprise.” Wooyoung smiled. “All Jess’ idea.”

“Jess what is this?” Mae asked her as Jess held out a wedding gown.

“You’ve done way to much work for a wedding to not happen and I know we think alike so you love half of the stuff out there. Please put this on and let’s go have a wedding. Your two boys are standing up there, waiting on you.”

“Jess. How’d you?” Mae questioned.

“Baby. I can plan stuff without you knowing as well. I mean, obviously a last minute thing but your mom said you’ve had this dress picked out way before Minho happened and that you wanted it for your perfect match. You got two of them. Standing at the end of the isle. Put it on and let’s go.” Jess giggled and Mae signed.

Mae put the dress on and smiled when it fit perfectly. “Oh my gosh.” Jess said. “You look stunning.”

“Damn Mae baby. You look great.” San said from the door. “Come on. I’ll give you away.” He held out his arm.

“Wait!” Jess said. Mae turned and looked at her. She handed her the flowers and put the veil in her hair. “There we go. Perfect.”

Everyone was standing up and the music started. Mae took a deep breath and looked at San. “You got this baby girl.” She nodded and they walked out together. She looked up and smiled. Everyone she loved was standing up there for her.

Wooyoung blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing correctly. Mae looked like a Goddess walking down to him in the dress. Yeosang, on the other hand, had tears running down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to be married to his two best friends and fuck did Mae look stunning.

“I do.” Mae smiled.

“I do.” Wooyoung said.

“And I do.” Yeosang stated.

“Well how ever you want to do it, kiss your bride men.” The officiant smiled.

Both boys smiled at each other and place a huge kiss on her cheeks, making her giggle. She kissed both of them quickly and they all walked down the isle.

“To the cake.” Mae giggled.

“This turned out great by the way.” Jess smiled at Yeosang. Wooyoung and Mae were dancing together on the floor.

“Hell yeah it did.” Jess giggled.

“Sorry to break this cute moment up, but can I dance with my girl now?” San chuckled. Yeosang nodded.

“I’m gonna go dance with my two.” He put down his wine glass and walked to them.

The night went on with everyone giggling, dancing, and having a great time. Mae was married. Jess was with San finally. Life was finally looking up.

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Wishing on a coin...

<< a [Fluffy] minho x reader scenario >>

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Genre: Fluff.

Synopsis: Minho takes a second wish and it lands on his lap with a stranger who made the same wish beside him.

Authors Note : Whew. A fic that is not Taemin? shocking. But I cannot help it. All these Italy posts from Minho got me in the feels since I love Rome so much and I too will go back one day.

Enjoy reading. Also note Blue Text is implied spoken/written Korean.

"Did it go in?" Minho gleefuly asks his companions whether the coin had hit the water.

The flock of people who joined him for the trip, all giggled, unsure whether the coin had gone in, considering the odd angle Minho threw it, but they tried to reassure him that the Trevi fountain was big enough and it probably did.

"Ah ah, let's go for some food" the dark haired man suggests, wrapping his arm over the shoulder of his manager and the Korean local who would be their guide and translator.

As they navigate the winding streets, the cobblestoned paths, Minho and his group weren't too far from the fountain, but they had stopped in front of a semi busy restaurant. The constant flow of people in and out of the door, seemed promising and it helped that it smelt great coming from the general direction of the restaurant.

The translator, walks in, managing to secure a table at a secluded corner, inviting the rest to come in and take a seat so they could have dinner.

It was a typical night of food, wine and chatter for Minho, and the topics would range from sports, future schedule, gossip about his presence at the show and naturally about the SHINee members.

"Minho-ssi how many coins did you throw in?" the local asks.

"Hmm only one. Should I have done more?"

"Oh, there is more to the fountain than coming back to Rome"

"Mhm mhm, I heard that there is fountain that you can drink from. If you drink from it with your partner, you two would be in love forever", one of the stylists speaks out, sighing dreamily at the prospect.

"Oooh, I heard if you throw 2 coins in, you will meet with an attractive Italian and fall in love", another peer interjects,

"3 and you marry the person you meet", one of the other stylists comments.

The stylists chatter amongst themselves, giggling like highschoolers about the prospect of staying in Italy, madly in love, like it was written out of a KDrama.

Minho's head sinks, chuckling slightly. He had never seen his team so relaxed, it was quite fitting. Currently the situation back home was so hectic, and this, was a nice change of pace. Minho was always comfortable with his team, so it was a suprise that none of them mentioned the 'love' aspects of the superstitions surrounding the Trevi.

Once the meal was finished, there was minor conversations about the plan for the night. Do they just go back to the hotel or wander around for a bit, see more of the city while it was still busy and places were open.

It came to the decision that a wine-bar was a mere block away from the restaurant and they can sit there while they come up with a more solid plan.

"Hyung, I want to take more pictures, I'll follow you guys in, save me a glass" Minho calls out to his manager.

Walking towards the fountain once more, Minho whips out his phone, taking more snapshots of the area, attempting to capture that idyllic magic.

A part of him was tempted to throw more coins in. Minho wasn't exactly looking for love right now, but he wasn't opposed to it. At the age of 32, he has had his fair share of romances and heartbreaks but, he yet had to encounter one that was deemed life-changing.

He slowly turned around, turning his back on the water feature, digging his hand into the pocket of his coat. If there are coins in his pocket, it was meant to be to make that wish. Sure enough despite how stuffed his pockets were with receipts and tissue, he managed to dig out 3 euro coins from the depths of the pocket. Hmmm, just my luck, he quietly thinks to himself as he inspects the coins in his hand.

At the very least, Minho hoped for love, didn't need to be Italian, though he was open to the option, and he didn't need to be bound by future marriage either. Just love.

With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, pouring as much intention as he could before throwing the change over his shoulders.

"Yah, did you chuck in three coins?", an unfamiliar voice calls out that sounded very drunk.

With his eyes still closed, his head turns to follow the direction of the voice. As he opened them, he sees you.

Eyes tightly shut, head tilted back, with a soft smile on your lips. "Yes, I did three coins. What's the harm if it comes through...or not...", you hiccuped slightly with a laugh, as you straighten your head, struggling to open your eyes against the lights in the area.

To your surprise, your friend was not where you thought she was. Instead you were greeted by the sight of an asian Adonis, standing beside you, looking right at you. Large doe like eyes and soft lips, he stood tall next to you. Someone that attractive almost made you fumble with words.

In Minho's eyes, he was properly captivated by you. He thought your eyes were beautiful and the delicate pouted lips, was more than inviting. What he noticed the most was how bright your smile is, how your eyes almost disappears into your cheeks when you laughed.

"Idiot. I'm heeere." your friend's voice came from the other side of you with a smirk on the corner of her lips.

It was hard to look away. Damn. Can someone really be that good looking? The man offers you a sweet smile, nodding his head in greeting. While you did the same, there was another feeling in your stomach. He looked familiar. Yes, you were 3 bottles of red into the night, so maybe you are confusing a possible stranger as someone else, it would be rude to assume.

"Come on Y/N..., let's finish this bottle and gooo. Stop eye oogling randomers.." your friend's words were slurred and loud.

"You idiot! Shut up, we can't be seen as loud tourists" you sighed as you turn to face your friend, finally having a means of distraction.

You walk towards the small steps to pick up your bag and the bottle of wine covered in a brown paper bag, swiftly chugging its contents before wiping the corners of your lips.

Before you could even grab your friend's arms to drag her away. The man speaks up.

"Excuse me!", Minho calls out but unsure how to continue. He clearly heard your friend speak in Korean, however he assumes that she might be too drunk to even translate for him or unsure that she's register that they were speaking the same language. "Do.. you.. speak..korean?"

"I do!!!!! Yes. I do!! She can only speak a little bit, but sheeee understaaands!" your friend speaks on your behalf, while gesturing with her hands.

"Tsk. Calm down.. we'll get in trouble if you keep being a nuisance.." you sighed slightly annoyed, trying to hush your friend.

"So can I speak comfortably then?" Minho asks, his eyes slightly widening in hopefulness.

You nod your head, unsure what a possible stranger could want from you, but you assume he was a lost tourist and hearing a familiar language, meant he could ask for some help.

"I-uh... Would you like to go for a drink?" he finally blurts out his question.

Squinting your eyes you pointed at your friend, questioning if he meant her. But he quickly shakes his head pointing at you instead with a sheepish smile. Confused you pointed back at yourself as if asking if he was sure that he meant that he wanted to drink with you instead.

"Look at that!! Your wish came trueee Y/N!" your friend chirps, as she observes the shocked look on your face.

"Shut up" you groan in annoyance before tucking your lips inwards to bite them, trying to hide the smile that was creeping in.

"Is that, okay?" Minho asks.

"Yes", you nod your head as you finally release your grip on your friends arms, but the wine had hit you, causing you to stumble.

Luckily the man had caught you just in time, supporting you in his arms, which caught you offguard. The same thoughts formed in both of your heads. What in the k-drama nonsense is this? But why does it feel, okay?

You grab onto his arms to stabilize yourself, keeping your head down in embarrassment for acting sloppy in front of such a gorgeous man. You felt like a drunk idiot. You are a drunk idiot.

"I think she'll pass on any alcoholic drink" your friend mumbles, as she now holds onto you to keep the both of you upright.

"I think I saw a coffee hutch, I'll get you two something warm.." Minho trails off, quickly heading to the right of the fountain.

You and your friend links arms once more as you both stagger towards a more quieter part of the square, before settling not too far from the coffee hutch that Minho was in queue for. The both of you sit at the edge, hunched over, trying to shake away the inebriation that had overcome your senses.

By the time Minho had come back after spotting that the two of you have moved, he carried three coffee cups in his hands, one for himself and offering the other two to you and your friend. He notes that both of you were now barefoot with your shoes set aside and that you have specifically used a large scarf as a shawl to keep you warm.

"Thanks for the drink stranger. I am off to wander.." your friend quickly jump in, trying to play wing-man to the situation. "You two enjoy yourselves" a teasing tone laced in her voice.

She quickly waves the both of you goodbye and suddenly you were alone with someone you didn't know and it had dawned on you, you were too drunk to handle this properly, but you made the best effort to reply in a sober manner.

"Judging from how loud your friend is, I'm guessing your name is Y/N. I'm Minho"

You take a sip of your coffee, trying to formulate the correct words in your head, looking for a suitable reply. "Nice to meet you, Minho-ssi. Yes. I am Y/N". You bow to formally greet him this time.

"I don't know what your friend was on about. Your korean is pretty good!" Minho chuckles, settling to sit on the spot next to you.

A weakened laugh was all you could muster up right now and with your phone in your other hand, you quickly try to go to Papago, hopefully speaking to Minho in Korean might be more easier than speaking in English.

Minho notices the website on your phone after accidentally glancing at it. He gently waves his hand before pushing down the phone back to your lap, saying that it's okay for you to speak comfortably as well, that he would do his best to understand you too.

"So why... why did you ask me to have a drink?" you chose your words carefully trying not to make it complex.

"Is it wrong for me to say, I don't know?", Minho sighs halfheartedly, but you could only catch the second half of the sentence.

"Were you hoping that my friend stayed? So you could ask for help?"

"Help?"

"You are a tourist?", you set your coffee aside so you could quickly type on your phone and speakout the translation. "I thought you were a lost tourist and maybe needed help for directions or suggestions"

Minho lets out a small chuckled before shaking his head. "I want-..wanted to speak to you?", there was a cutness in him trying hard to speak in English.

"Why me?"

"My god, do I really need to say it? I thought you were attractive and I shooted my shot. For a moment, it was like my last wish happened in an instant when I looked at you."

Judging by the look on your face, Minho could tell that he lost you somewhere, so he grabs his phone, imitating your actions before showing the screen to you with the rough translation displayed. This made you blush heavily. It was surprising how direct he was about it.

"Why? How many coins did you throw", you mimed the action of throwing the coin, hoping it would help Minho understand you a bit better.

He quickly responds by holding three fingers up before getting shy and soothed his embarassment by massaging the back of his neck. Minho looks away momentarily to clear his throat while drinking his coffee, heavily debating how stupid he must seem for approaching someone on the basis of their physical appearing.

As he turns to focus his attention on you again but was met with your phone held up and pointed at him.

I threw three coins in as well and when I opened my eyes, I saw you. Honestly I am far from being a shallow person, but I also noticed how good looking you were and I thought I was crazy for thinking someting happened when we locked eyes for a moment.

Minho's smile grew larger with each words, suddenly blushing again.

"Yah, maybe we are drunk.. This is stupid" he finally admits the absurdity of the situation, quickly typing a follow up mesaage for you.

The superstitions behind this fountain is crazy, don't you think? I think it's silly but I think it's wonderfully insane that I saw you right after I wished for love.

Your eyes widened reading the last few words.

You seem like a sweet guy. But we barely know each other, like buy me dinner or a drink first at least.

Minho cocks his brows to look up at yoh as he reads your screen. His hands reach back to shake the now empty coffee cup in front of you. "I did buy you a drink", he cockily smirks.

"Right, you did", you rolled your eyes, pursing your lips to hide a smile. Damn Minho was one sassy boy.

"Before I go to hotel. Let us know each other better" Minho suggests with an endearing grin.

"Okay. Call"

Through broken English and Korean, you and Minho tried to squeeze in as much as you two could in speaking to each other, to know each other a little better this time. It was surprisingly easy and both of you were at ease in each other's presence. There were moments where you two shared laughter, playfully joking with the other and suddenly, despit the thinning crowd, you two were in your own bubble, conversing about life and other trivias. Even within the conversation, you two helped each other with the other's respective language.

"Mm, don't you need to go back to the hotel?"

"Yeah. I texted my team that I was still out. They probably left the wine bar already"

"Is the hotel far?"

The man shook his head, Google searching the name of the hotel to plan the journey on foot. When he stated that it was only a 30 minute walk, you had enough resolve to put on your discarded shoes and jumping to a standing position.

"Come on, I'll walk you to the hotel. We can continue learning about each other. Uhh.. We can continue to speak", you offered out your hand to Minho.

The man looks up at you with this weird sense of awe and admiration in his eyes. For some reason, he couldn't shake away this butterfly feeling his stomach. You were so casual, carefree and seemed to adopt a 'living in the moment' attitude and in that moment. It seemed okay to hold each other's hands on the way back to the hotel.

Walking side by side, the both of you confidently held onto each other, using his phone to guide you back to the hotel and using your phone to keep Papago handy for any translation help.

How could 30 minutes feel both like a lifetime and yet so short. The same sentiment could be said for the both of you, it genuinely felt like you two had known each other forever but at the same time, never knew enough of each other, but you two would still want to be in contact with the other.

In the period of walking to the hotel, you had finally deduced that the reason Minho looked so familiar was because you recognized him as a member of SHINee. When you asked him if it was offputting that he was interacting with fan, he dismissed the idea that it was uncomfortable, going as far to say, that it was pleasant because at least you weren't acting like a crazy fan, but at least now he doesn't need to hide his celebrity status from you.

What Minho learns from your side is that you and your friend are still in the middle of your European inter-railing journey and that eventually, you might return to Rome for your post-grad degree. He also learns that you plan on visiting Korea soon, offering his service to be your guide, joking that he would enforce PT excercises on you, if your Korean had not improved by then.

His last comment left you stunned for a bit. You had assumed this night would just be a one off giggle. A sweet silly anecdote for the future, but to you, it seemed like he was implying that you two would still be touch, by the time you visited Korea.

"Yes. I would like for us to keep talking to each other.."

"Really?" you were bewildered. Was Choi Minho really asking you to link up.

"Of course. Why not?" Minho lowers his back a little so he would be closer to you, catching you off guard. "Do you not like me?"

The absurdity of his question made you scoff. Of course you liked him. You would be crazy not to like him, but again he is so direct and forward that you felt like he was just joking. You ignore his question, which left him wanting for more.

It wasn't long before you two finally ended up in front of Minho's hotel and the taxi you had booked to take you back home was parked in front, waiting for you.

Seeing the taxi made Minho's heart sink, was it really going to be the last time he'll see you? You had avoided every question and suggestion he made about keeping in touch with each other and everytime he looked at you, you couldn't wait to finally go home. Was he that unlikeable? He frowns as he feels your hands leave his, watching you turn to face him now.

"Give me your handphone" you held out your hand.

Minho complies as he hands over his phone, carefully watching you go through his apps and immediately typing.

"Check it later" you smirked before folding your arms in front of you, somewhat expecting to be dismissed.

"Wait Y/N, how do I contact you?"

You motion towards his phone as you slowly retreat away from Minho, who looked more than confused and a little bit heartbroken.

As you rush towards the taxi, thanking the driver for waiting, you turn around once more to see that Minho had not moved but was waving his hand weakly.

"Bye oppa! Check your phone!" you called out for the final time before hopping into the taxi and driving off.

Minho waited outside until the taxi was out of sight before walking into the hotel and plopping down on one of the lounge chairs in the lobby. He checks his phone, remembering your words. Checking the recent apps, Notes was the last one opened and without hesitation, he copies all of it and translates it.

Oppa, I don't know if you will check this right away, but if you still remember me, my handle is @_____. This is better than my number. Hopefully I hear from you. Thank you for tonight. Coffee is on me next time okay? If you remember to text me, tell me if you think your wishes at the Trevi fountain will come though xx

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*Ding*

Your phone vibrates in your lap with a notification. A smile crosses your lips as you inspect it to see a message request from Choi Minho.

I think it will. Because you'll be my reason to come back to Rome. Good night and sweet dreams. xx

Fin.

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0rgell · 4 months

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants) - JongTae Oneshot

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Pairing: Jonghyun x Taemin

Genre: explicit, fluff, roommates AU

Word Count: 6.7k words

You can also find this story on: AO3

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Summary:

Jonghyun, who once didn't like his roommate, now likes him a lot. A whole lot.

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The Roommate (And How He Got In Jonghyun's Pants)

Jonghyun couldn’t afford the rent on his apartment anymore, which frustrated Jonghyun because it wasn’t what he planned on. He didn’t want to share his apartment; he picked that apartment, especially because he could afford the rent. However, his capitalist landlord struck him with the worst news a university student working one job could hear: his landlord wanted to increase his rent. This was typical of a landlord and it made Jonghyun resent them all; they were nothing but power hungry, money hungry bastards in his eyes. So he did what anyone would in that situation: he put up an advertisement for a roommate.

When Taemin and Jonghyun first met, Jonghyun didn’t believe that Taemin was old enough to be in university, let alone old enough to have a job to pay the rent. He nearly laughed at Taemin and walked out of the coffee shop. But unfortunately for him, Taemin was too cute to say no to. Also, he found out that Taemin was only a few years younger than him and he was an anthropology major. So they’ve been roommates for six months now and it's taken time for Jonghyun to get used to always having another person around because he loved solitude and found peace in it. Taemin never left the apartment, unless it was to go to university. But Taemin was also messy and it drove Jonghyun mad. Jonghyun was the type of person to clean up after himself; he’d do it right away. Taemin was the type of person who would wait for his mess to accumulate and then clean it up while making it look very painful, like he had never had to clean up after himself before. He was clumsy as well; Jonghyun didn't even know how many porcelains or glasses he’s had to help clean up and replace.

In retrospect, he should of prepared himself for little things like this. But he didn’t. At least Taemin’s mum always sends side dishes for them to share and she, although he wouldn’t say it out loud, made the most delicious side dishes, better than his own mum.

Taemin walked into the apartment after finishing his day at university in his—Jonghyun’s—black oversized sweater and joggers and greeted Jonghyun while he was cooking for them. Taemin placed his bag down on the kitchen table as he came up behind Jonghyun, looking over his shoulder and sniffing like a rabbit. “Smells good," he commented and Jonghyun laughed. Jonghyun had become used to Taemin and actually found him endearing in almost every way. His clumsiness that once irritated Jonghyun had now wormed its way into his heart and made Jonghyun want to help him, because now Jonghyun feels like he has to look after him, which he doesn’t mind at all. His mess now makes Jonghyun laugh and think about how fitting it is for Taemin, and his strange obsession with cereal, Jonghyun can deal with it all, he wants to deal with it all. Because it’s all Taemin.

“Yeah?” Jonghyun turns around and ruffles Taemin’s hair and Taemin leans into his touch like a kitten. “You hungry?” Taemin hums and closes his eyes, moving his head to let him scratch more at the base of his nape, making Jonghyun’s heart flutter. Jonghyun realised his feelings towards Taemin weren’t just platonic three months after he moved in and ever since he acknowledged them, they’ve grown and consumed him. He's gotten over his awkward part but sometimes he still doesn’t know how to act around the other. Because Taemin does and says a lot of strange things that he doesn’t know makes Jonghyun’s heart beat at a stupid rate. Which wasn’t what he wanted. When he first put up the advertisement for a roommate, before Taemin came into his life, Jonghyun was devoted to his studies and had no interest in relationships whatsoever. But Taemin was too hard not to like—so cute, so ditsy.

“How was Uni?” Jonghyun finds the words to make more conversation because he hasn’t heard Taemin’s voice all day and he misses it.

Taemin pulls away from Jonghyun’s touch and looks at him with wide eyes. “You know that second-year Kibum?” Taemin asks and yes, he does know Kibum; he’s younger than Jonghyun. While Jonghyun is in his last year of his bachelor's degree, Kibum is in his second and Taemin is in his first. Kibum is known by pretty much everyone in the university, or at least anyone with ears and eyes. Kibum is excessively loud in every way—his mouth, his fashion. But apart from all of that, he was the reason Jonghyun realised he was gay. He was the first man Jonghyun ever slept with, and now he’s worried about why Taemin has brought him up.

Cautiously, Jonghyun says, “Yeah, I know him.”

“He won’t stop bothering me! I don’t even know what he wants.” Taemin states candidly, not giving him time to adjust, the words making Jonghyun freeze on the spot. He tries to concentrate on something that isn’t bubbling up inside him, because he is not jealous.

“He probably just wants to talk,” Jonghyun says trying to sound as candid as Taemin just did. He isn’t lying, Kibum probably did just want to talk: whether it was the way Jonghyun wanted it to be or not.

Taemin shrugs and brushes the subject under the rug like he didn’t just make Jonghyun the most jealous person in the world and walks over to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, downing it and then, when Jonghyun can’t take his eyes off him, Taemin winks playfully, “Do I have time to have a quick shower and get changed?”

And Jonghyun’s heartbeat is driving him mad; he’s sure Taemin knows what he’s doing to his heart because how could he be that oblivious to his red face? “Yeah, sure, do that," he swallowed thickly, trying not to imagine Taemin in the shower. That's inappropriate. So is watching Taemin walk off and staring at his butt, Taemin doesn’t know any of it. He doesn’t know how Jonghyun’s heart craves him or how much he wants to be around him all the time. He doesn’t need to know either.

Jonghyun busies himself with thoughts like how he needs to buy more eggs and stuff like don’t burn the carbonara because that wouldn’t be good, and he doesn’t have any more money to buy takeout if he fails because he spent it all already on takeouts, restaurants, and rent plus utilities. It’s that time of month when they have to make do with what's in the fridge, and they should really get out of the habit of spending all their money on takeouts and then living on whatever they have left but they are students.

Taemin returns, hair wet, droplets of water down his neck, blue boxers, and a black hoodie. If Jonghyun thought his life couldn’t get any harder, he was wrong. He can’t just stare, but he wants to still look, so he makes the effort to start a conversation, “Nice shower?”

Taemin nods and walks to the cupboard, grabbing two glasses and getting a bottle of merlot out of the wine holder, filling the two glasses and bending down, sticking his butt out so he can be eye level with the glasses so he can make sure they are the same. And Jonghyun tries not to look at his butt. “We're in our ‘WEED era’,” Taemin says it out of nowhere and catches Jonghyun by surprise so he turns around and mixes the pasta—like he definitely was just not looking at the other's arse—releasing its doneness. He starts dishing it up into two blue bowls, which are the most recent addition to their collection. What is a ‘WEED era’ and is Taemin taking drugs? Should Jonghyun be concerned? “What's a ‘WEED era’? And how are you sure I want to be involved?” Jonghyun asks; he doesn’t actually care if Taemin includes him. He wants to be included in everything Taemin does, even if it’s as stupid as joining him in a ‘weed era’.

“Don’t lie, you want to join everything I’m doing." Taemin narrows his eyes, causing Jonghyun to gulp because, can Taemin read his mind? “It stands for ‘we enjoy every day’. I saw it on SNS but actually, it’s pretty cool. So I think I sound pretty cool if I say it. You should be happy I included you.” Taemin is such a nerd and Jonghyun loves it. He loves the way Taemin gets sassy and the way his nose scrunches. He loves the way Taemin puts him on a cliff and then pulls him off the edge but sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes Taemin would push him off the cliff.

Jonghyun didn’t need to think about that; he needed to think about a reply to Taemin. He needs to come up with the right thing to say, something witty or something that doesn’t sound strained, “You’re such a nerd.” And Taemin scrunches his nose up at his reply; his reaction could have been worse. So that feels like a win for Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes the bowls, sits down, and waits for Taemin to join him.

“You like nerds, though.” Taemin gasps as he walks over to the table with the two wine glasses. “Maybe, oh my. Does that mean you like me?” Jonghyun can handle a lot of things Taemin throws his way but Taemin walking in his tiny boxers and accusing him of liking him is something that he never thought he’d have to handle. Struggling now Jonghyun doesn't know where to look so he settles on staring at his pasta. The most Jonghyun can get out is a throttled chuckle as he feels his ears heat up. Whatever happens, he is not going to admit to liking Taemin; no way will he; he’s not going to mess up their friendship. Feeling like he’s on a bed of hot coals he makes use of his hands, tries to swirl his pasta around his fork and shoves the bit he manages to get into his mouth.

And Taemin sits down, placing the wine glasses in front of himself and Jonghyun, expectant eyes like a cat and if he had a tail, it would be swaying side to side. Objectively speaking, Jonghyun doesn’t even know if Taemin likes guys so maybe even if he said he did like him, Taemin wouldn’t even bat an eye. But what's the point if there's a slight chance everything could come crashing down? And maybe if he did take it the right way, what if Taemin felt uncomfortable and then he’d be awkward around Jonghyun and maybe he’d even move out? And Jonghyun needs to stop thinking. So he tries to push the thoughts aside and sinks deeper into his chair, drinking his wine and then sinking deeper. Watching Taemin’s plump lips part, a tiny sliver of his tongue pokes out and he takes the edge of his wine glass in between them. He watches as his Adams apple bobs as he swallows the red liquid and a drop collects at the bottom of his lip, making Jonghyun stretch out and swipe his thumb over it. Soft, warm, and pillowy. Jonghyun wishes he could just kiss him, just once. Someone having lips like Taemin should be a sin; there's no way anyone wouldn’t want to kiss them.

And maybe Jonghyun’s finger lingered for a second too long but when he removed it, his finger wasn't there long enough. He should probably say something, anything, like, “Shall we watch a movie after this?” Yeah, something like that. That was good.

And Taemin makes Jonghyun go sublime as his foot runs down his shin and Jonghyun has to rethink his whole life because, what the fuck, that one touch should not be sending blood straight to his dick and it should not be making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Yeah, sure, I’d love to. But, just saying, I’m not sitting there for an hour while you pick.” Taemin needs to stop talking and let Jonghyun’s brain catch up because it is going to take him a while to reply because all he can see is an angel in front of him.

Nevertheless, Jonghyun smiles and downs his wine and fills both of the glasses to the top, which, is really bad wine etiquette and he knows that. He’d like to get drunk enough to maybe sleep through the movie so he doesn’t have to think about how close Taemin will be, and he wishes Taemin would have mercy on his poor heart. “I’ll wash up then. You can pick the movie.” Jonghyun says, and he collects the bowls.

Jonghyun scrubs the bowls harsher than he should and the blue paint has chipped off—it doesn’t matter because Taemin will probably break them soon—but maybe if he scrubs them like this, he can distract himself from the thoughts swirling around his head that are so not appropriate. Maybe he can scrub away his feelings as well as his heart until they are just specks, like the specks of paint that are being washed down the drain. He hears Taemin hum in the living room, satisfied, and he knows that Taemin has found something, so he should hurry up and finish abusing the bowls, just like his feelings.

He walks into the living room, surrounded by the ambience of a single candle glowing on the coffee table. The room is dark and Taemin is sitting in the middle of the sofa, looking as pretty as a picture. Jonghyun wishes he could have him right there. He absolutely can't so he picks the spot furthest away from Taemin in the corner of the sofa and he curls his legs up so there is no chance of him accidentally touching Tamein and sending his mind into a spiral. Taemin reaches out to the coffee table grabs one of the glasses and hands it to Jonghyun and he must have brought them in when he was washing the bowls. Jonghyun has no limits on wine and he intends to drink as much as he can so he takes the glass from Taemin, their fingers brushing and sending chills down his spine. He’ll drink to that.

The horror film Taemin chose feels like it's playing in the background for Jonghyun; he can’t stop staring at Taemin. It’s not Jonghyun’s fault Taemin is more interesting than the film and it’s also not his fault the wine has completely gone to his head. Well, maybe the last part is his fault; his alcohol tolerance is terrible and he drank the wine knowingly because of this. The atmosphere is so cozy and Jonghyun just wants to grab Taemin and pull him into his lap. He doesn’t know if he wants to kiss him and play with his hair or bend him over the sofa until he cries and his legs shake.

The film is over and the wine glasses are empty and if Taemin asks Jonghyun about what happened, he won’t have an answer. He watches as Taemin gets up from the sofa and makes his way to the kitchen out of his sight, so he gets a blanket to cover himself because the winter weather has crept in through their shitty windows that need reinsulating. Feet rushing, slapping, against the wooden floor makes Jonghyun look up in anticipation, slightly worried and slightly excited to just see Taemin again. A little dance in the doorway makes him laugh. Taemin stood there with another bottle of wine in his hand, looking very accomplished with himself.

“Why are you hogging the blanket?” Taemin asks with a cute scowl on his face as he walks over and sits right next to Jonghyun, shuffling closer and pulling the blanket over him as well. “I got us more wine.”

“I can see that,” Jonghyun muses.

“Let’s watch another movie,” Taemin suggests, but Jonghyun doesn’t need to answer; Taemin will put one on anyway; he knows Jonghyun won’t go to sleep yet. Jonghyun watches as Taemin leans to get the wine glasses, and he catches a glimpse of Taemin's waist, soft and small, and he wants to grab it. He wonders what Taemin would do if he did; would he squirm? Would he laugh and push Jonghyun away, telling him it tickles? Or would he gasp in surprise?

Taemin sits back down too fast for Jonghyun to even try and he hands Jonghyun his glass which is now full and snuggles into his side, his head resting on Jonghyun's shoulder. Without uttering anything, Jonghyun lifts his arm and moves Taemin’s head to his chest as he wraps his arm around Taemin’s waist, as he expected, cute and small. Taemin doesn't actually protest; instead, he does the exact opposite and nuzzles into Jonghyun’s chest. Jonghyun should probably have thought about this beforehand; Taemin will be able to hear his heart. And his heart is pounding at an astronomical rate; if Taemin asks, he’ll just blame it on the alcohol. Yeah.

Throughout the film, Taemin slips further and further down Jonghyun’s chest and he is now on his thigh, one hand under it and the other on top, as if he doesn’t want Jonghyun to move. Jonghyun is not going to move because he can’t. He’s too busy thinking about not getting a boner. Taemin is so close to his dick and he could easily pull Jonghyun’s joggers down and suck his dick with his perfect lips and he’d look so amazing. Breathe. Jonghyun needs to breathe because Taemin is definitely not going to do that and getting a boner while Taemin’s head is right next to his dick would be so embarrassing and Taemin wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye for a week. Taemin does stuff like that; once he walked in on Jonghyun having a shower and he completely freaked out, hand over his eyes, face so red, and apologies spluttering out like quick fire, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye for two weeks after that. And Jonghyun was the one who felt the worst; he hated Taemin avoiding eye contact. He didn’t realise how much he loved Taemin’s eyes and cute fast blinks until he was starved of them. So after that, Jonghyun tried his best to make sure nothing like that could ever happen again. Like now. He can’t get a boner. He can’t. He won’t.

Taemin needs to stop moving because Jonghyun is dying and when Taemin buries his head into Jonghyun’s lap and rubs his face against his thigh, like a cat, a cat that is making Jonghyun’s life so much harder and he should have worn boxers because Taemin just caught the shaft of his dick and forced a deep grunt out of him right from his dick. He’s so screwed. Taemin doesn’t seem embarrassed or perturbed, though. And what takes Jonghyun by surprise is when Taemin does it again, another grunt ripped from his throat. And his dick is now throbbing, half hard, and Taemin doesn’t seem to care. So Jonghyun presses Taemin’s neck down, he’s not sure what he’s doing, but Taemin has frozen, whether it’s from the pressure on the back of his neck or from the realisation of what he was just doing, “Taemin, what are you doing?” Shocked he manages to ask, shocked at how his own voice sounds to his ears. Breathlessly and rougher than it should as if he hadn’t drank water in three days, so he coughs a bit to try and get it back to normal and swallows.

A whine comes out of Taemin’s mouth, so slutty that it goes straight to Jonghyun’s dick, twitching in his joggers. Stuck on what to do and head spinning, Jonghyun pulls Taemin up by his hair, earning him another noise that can’t quite be described half like a moan and half like a groan. Taemin should really stop making all these noises; they aren't doing Jonghyun any good and Jonghyun really needs to think straight.

“Taemin, what are you doing?” He asks again with more authority in his voice because he is not going to screw this up and Taemin needs to be coherent for whatever he thinks he’s doing.

Pink flushed cheeks and fluttering eyes Taemin says, “I want to help you.” All Jonghyun can think is, oh god, and fuck. Taemin looks so sweet but so sinful at the same time, his lips swollen as if he’s been worrying them, and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a haze of lust. Jonghyun has to dig his heels into the sofa to ground himself. He's trying to think with his brain instead of his dick, but his brain isn’t working; it’s clouded by lust and wine.

“Taemin, what are you talking about?" He needs to get this right. There's no way this is actually happening. Taemin must just be confused, right?

Taemin gives him this look that goes straight to his stomach, only fueling the fire that Taemin started, and he feels caught out for whatever reason. And Jonghyun’s world is shattering and shaking, probably just as much as he is. "Please." There is no way he is actually begging Jonghyun. There is no way. “I know you think of me. I’ve heard you in the shower moaning my name, more than once. Just let me help you, please,” Taemin says in whiney, sultry tones dripping from his mouth.

Taemin doesn’t give Jonghyun time to reply before he palms Jonghyun’s dick through his joggers. Jonghyun’s head falls back and a moan is released from his mouth, submitting to pure hedonism; his mind is wiped blank and he struggles to breathe. He can’t even think about how embarrassed he is that Taemin heard him in the shower, not while Taemin is making him question why he waited so long for this to happen or why he didn’t just make a move on Taemin first, not while Taemin is mouthing his dick through his joggers, turning the light grey fabric to dark grey with his wet patches of saliva. The white heat spreading through his body—feeling something he’s craved for so long—feels like a dream. Not knowing what to do, Jonghyun gips the edge of the sofa, so tight, digging his nails into the poor leather as he tries not to levitate on the feeling as Taemin’s hand slips under his waistband, and when his fingers touch Jonghyun’s dick, his breath hitches. “Taemin.” Jonghyun doesn’t even know why he’s talking; it’s not like he has anything to say after that either. Maybe just to make sure it isn’t a dream and that Taemin is actually there.

The look in Taemin’s eyes is so mischievous as he pulls the other's joggers down. When they get past his dick, his dick springs back up, slaps his stomach, and Taemin mewls at the sight, making Jonghyun feel crazy. Jonghyun can’t get enough of Taemin’s visuals; he can’t get over the way Taemin is licking his lips at the sight of him so when Taemin blows hot air on his dick, he hardly manages to keep his hips from thrusting up. He never thought Taemin would be such a tease or even be interested in him.

Taemin doesn’t seem to care what he’s doing to Jonghyun’s mental state. He sits on Jonghyun’s thighs, looking a mix of angelic and demonic, because who thought Taemin would ever be like this? Jonghyun just marvels at Taemin; his thighs look so soft and feel so impossibly soft and warm on Jonghyun; his dick is hard; and there’s a wet patch forming on his blue boxers. It makes Jonghyun shiver at the thought that he has done that to Taemin.

Taemin drags his finger up Jonghyun’s neck, leaving goosebumps trailing behind until he reaches his jaw and Jonghyun has to suppress a shiver. He stops grabbing Jonghyun’s jaw and smiles, warm and all teeth showing like they would if he smiled at him any other day. Jonghyun feels like he’s just been given whiplash. The seamless change from lust filled cockslut to cute and innocent is absolutely mind boggling to Jonghyun. “You’re so beautiful,” Taemin breathes out and that's the first time Jonghyun has ever been called beautiful. Sure, he’s been called handsome, charming, and other things, but never beautiful . It makes his heart swell and his face glow redder than it did before. If that is possible.

He opens his mouth to reply—he’s not sure what—but is cut off by a pair of warm lips. It takes more than a second for Jonghyun to reciprocate in shock that this is happening and how fast everything is going and when he does, Taemin moans into his mouth, forcing him to swallow the beautiful sounds as he rocks his hips forward, grinding onto Jonghyun’s naked dick. The feeling of Taemin’s warm clothed dick makes Jonghyun release a sound he didn’t think he could make—low, rough, and almost animalistic. With not even a drop of self control left, Jonghyun releases his hands from the sofa and explores Taemin's body, one hand going up his jumper, gabbing his waist soft and warm so tightly that Taemin yelps and the other grabbing his arse, fingers digging into his flesh. He needs something to hold onto; otherwise, he’s not sure what he’ll do.

Jonghyun can hardly resist the urge to bend Taemin over and fuck him, but Taemin started this so he’s going to let Taemin do the leading. No matter how hard it is or how much Jonghyun wants to be in control. This is real and it is happening so Jonghyun takes the opportunity as best he can. Taemin bites down on Jonghyun’s lip, whimpering into his mouth as his hips continue grinding into him, giving him a mixture of pleasure and pain, and once again pulling a grunt from his lip, tongues now exploring each other's mouths, warm, wet, and everything he could ever want. Taemin's arms are now wrapping around Jonghyun’s neck, fingers playing with his short hair at his nape. Fiery passion into every mouth movement, lust and pent up feelings fueling it all, turning them into a beautiful mess of limbs.

When Taemin moves away from Jonghyun, a string of spit hangs from his mouth as he bites his lip, so Jonghyun just has to lean out and wipe it with his thumb, only for Taemin to take it into his mouth, sucks it and roll his tongue over the pad of his thumb. So needy. Jonghyun is beyond repair now and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to stop replaying that moment in his head. Taemin crawls off the sofa with as much grace and elegance as one can and Jonghyun tries not to huff at the loss of Taemin but when he sees Taemin on his knees between his legs, it's enough for him to moan. Jonghyun has always been someone who loves visuals and Taemin is the epitome of a visual; he is adonis; he is art and poetry. Taemin takes Jonghyun into his hand and pumps at a disgustingly slow, mocking pace, making Jonghyun moan and throw his head back, half satisfied that he’s being touched but half desperately needing some more friction. If Taemin doesn’t stop looking at Jonghyun like that—so beautiful, so sinful, so lustful—he doesn’t know how much longer it will be until he grabs Taemin’s hand and fucks himself into it like a brat, and Jonghyun isn’t a brat. “Wow, you’ve got such a pretty dick,” Taemin says while looking at it, watching as it slides up and down in his hand Jonghyun moans in response. “I want to put it in my mouth.” Taemin expresses his thoughts.

Taemin can do whatever he wants. Normally, when having sex, Jonghyun is the one who's teasing and in control; however, today he’ll let Taemin have him any way he wants. “Do it,” is all that Jonghyun can say almost in a whisper; he’s never wanted anything so bad in his life and Taemin’s lips were made for dick sucking, perfect lips for a blowjob. So when Taemin finally wraps his lips around the head of Jonghyun’s cock so wet and so hot that he’s not sure who is moaning louder, the feeling of Taemin's moans vibrating on his dick makes him see white and he thursts up on instinct into Taemin’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat, making Taemin moan and roll his eyes back. Every noise that Jonghyun manages to drag from Taemin’s lips with his dick feels like a blessing and he wonders how much more vocal he’d be with his dick buried deep inside him, or even just one finger.

Taemin gets to work, like he’s done this a hundred times, a soft hand like velvet wrapping around the base of Jonghyun’s dick, going in tandem with his mouth. Submitting himself to Jonghyun’s dick as if it were oxygen. The visual is enough to make Jonghyun cum. Taemin looks so beautiful and so slutty. Cheeks and ears flushed, mouth stuffed full of cock, eyes looking up at Jonghyun through his eyelashes, fluttering and glazed with lust. The air in the room is so hot it could be the gates of hell. If Jonghyun wasn’t so indulged in the feeling of Taemin's mouth, he’d believe that he actually was there but right now he’s feeling like heaven.

Taemin hollows his cheeks and pulls off with a pop, making Jonghyun moan so loudly that he’s nearly embarrassed but he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight as Taemin goes back down on him, using his tongue to swirl around the head and dragging it along all the veins. God. Jonghyun needs this to speed up; he’s been so close to tipping off the edge for what feels like forever so he grabs a fist full of Taemin’s hair and shoves him down, making Taemin practically wail. “So good. You’re so good,” he praises and Taemin releases a whimper and a shiver. Pride swims inside Jonghyun at the reaction and then he realises that Taemin wants to be praised. Taemin deserves all the praise in the world.

He lifts Taemin off by the hair so he can look at him. Taemin sobs at the loss of fullness in his mouth. Taemin is such a dream, so hungry for cock, so beautiful, and for a moment, Jonghyun is mesmerised; lips so swollen dribble down his chin, and he looks so fucked out already. He doesn’t want to imagine what he looks like if this is how fucked out Taemin already looks.

“You look so pretty. Do you like your mouth full of cock?” He’s not looking for a reply but he definitely got one that was less verbal. Taemin latches back on, moans around his dick and increases his pace as his other hand comes forwards to cup the others' balls. He detaches himself from Jonghyun and presses wet kisses to his balls, licking and slightly sucking, while his other hand continues working up and down Jonghyun's length, making Jonghyun gasp in surprise. “So good,” Jonghyun is a babbling mess moaning out praises like a broken vending machine and the knot in Jonghyun’s stomach is close to releasing, he needs Taemin’s lips back around his dick before it snaps so he grabs Taemin's hair and moves him back to his cock. “Fuck Taemin,” Jonghyun moans, dick on fire, toes curling, hand curling tighter into Taemin’s hair, ready to pull him off for when he cums. But when Jonghyun nearly sees white and goes to pull him off Taemin resists; his hands haven't stopped and his mouth is still full but he slacks it slightly and mumbles around Jonghyun’s dick, “Cum in my mouth, please.” Okay. Taemin doesn’t have to ask Jonghyun twice. One hand grips the sofa as Taemin gets back to work again, cheeks hollowed, sucking at an insane pace, hands doing indescribable things. Jonghyun’s dick is hitting the back of Taemin’s throat over and over again, until he feels dizzy and euphoric. His mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his eyes rolling back and trying to keep them open and his head from going slack so he can watch as he fills Taemin’s mouth full of cum.

“Fuck – I’m –” His grip in Taemin’s hair tightens, and Taemin’s hand strokes him quickly, up and down, up and down, lips tightening around him, tongue dancing in patterns, body tensing as he reaches his orgasm, hips bucking up, mind blank, white sparks appearing in front of his eyes as Taemin milks him, cum filling up Taemin’s mouth, a small bit dribbling down the corner of his mouth, his whole body contracting as little electric shocks tingle through him. His hands fall lifelessly, letting go of Taemin’s hair, and his body feels like the life has been sucked out of it. And when Taemin finally lets go of his dick and smiles up at him, he thinks he’s in heaven. Taemin gets off his knees and sits next to Jonghyun and Jonghyun can’t help but notice how much the wet patch on Taemin’s boxers has grown. He reaches out for Taemin and pulls him in for a kiss, not caring if he can taste himself; just so intoxicated by the miracle called Lee Taemin, nothing else matters.

Once Jonghyun has caught his breath and fallen out of his daze, though every second he’s near Taemin feels like one, he moves his hand up Taemin’s thigh, pulling little noises out of him, wanting to bite and leave marks on his soft, pale skin. But before he can even take action on that thought, Taemin’s phone rings.

Fuck.

Taemin grabs it, looks at who's calling and gives Jonghyun a dejected smile, “It’s my mum… I should answer.”

“Yeah… you should,” Jonghyun says as much as he wants Taemin all to himself. To hide him from the world. But he can’t do that, not from Taemin’s own mother.

Taemin nods and walks out, takes the call, and Jonghyun is left to nurse his feelings as they have now swelled to double the size, taking over his body so much it might burst, but he would be happy with that as long as his last thoughts were Taemin. He can’t get the sweet sounds that fell from Taemin’s lips out of his head. He can’t help but think about what Taemin would sound like in other situations while Jonghun is giving and Taemin is receiving. The wine has mostly lost its effect and Jonghyun is just floating on pure ecstasy, floating in the afterglow Taemin has given him.

Taemin is only gone for a few minutes and comes back in, looking sheepish. He smiles and sits back down next to Jonghyun, burying himself into his side, hiding his face in Jonghyun's shoulder and playing with his hands. “Is everything okay?” Jonghyun feels the need to ask, but he can’t help but look at Taemin with adoration, so shy and so cute and somehow he’s managed to curl up so small.

“Yeah, my mum wants me to come over and help her with her computer tomorrow,” Taemin replies, still not looking Jonghyun in the eyes, pink ears peeking out from his hair. Jonghyun feels an itch in his fingers to stroke his hair so he lets his hand scratch Taemin’s head.

“Taemin.” Jonghyun starts but he’s not sure where to finish. There are so many things he wants to say and ask but he’s not sure how to.

Taemin looks at him now, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “You’re such a pervert,” Taemin says in a teasing manner, making Jonghyun’s mouth fall open in shock at the sudden accusation.

“What?” Jonghyun asks in utter confusion. Where did the shy little Taemin go? And what even is Taemin on about?

Taemin hums, satisfied with the reaction he got. “You wank off to the thought of me in the shower and thought I wouldn’t know? The walls are literally made of cardboard,” he smiles again, this time the teasing is wiped from his demeanour. “It’s okay, though. It’s hot and I wouldn’t have known you thought about me in that way if I hadn’t heard.” Now Taemin is blabbering his words.

Now it’s Jonghyun’s turn to be embarrassed, but it’s not like he can deny it because he has done that, more times than he is proud of. “I don’t only think of you that way, Taemin. I do actually really like you.” Jonghyun has now let out his feelings, feeling more naked than he did when Taemin was in between his legs. Taemin’s silence is slicing him up like glass and he waits to be turned down, have his heart crushed, and be laughed at. But Taemin would never laugh at him, right? Taemin isn’t like that.

“I like you too.” Jonghyun’s heart swells. “Maybe if you take me on a date and buy me food, I’ll let you fuck my arse,” Taemin replies nonchalantly and absolutely shamelessly, and Jonghyun nearly chokes.

As Jonghyun lets go of the breath he is holding, the laugh that escapes him is loud and sudden and ripples through his body. “Taemin, I already buy you food, and I’ll take you on a date anyway; you don’t need to bribe me,” Jonghyun says after he calms down from laughing. Jonghyun would love to take Taemin out on a date. It's not like he doesn’t take Taemin out for dinner all the time and pay for his food anyway. But if that is what Taemin wants, Jonghyun will give him anything. Everything.

Taemin pouts, “You don’t want to fuck me?”

Of course, he wants to fuck Taemin. Why wouldn't he? If he didn’t, he’d have to be blind or crazy. He’s already crazy, though; just staring at Taemin makes his heart go crazy. “Of course I do! I just don’t need a bribe to take you out on a date.” Jonghyun splutters, stumbling over his words like an idiot, as his heart drops at Taemin’s statement.

A smug smile takes place on Taemin’s face, one that Jonghyun knows, one that says: I was just teasing you . Taemin gets as close as he can to Jonghyun and straddles his legs, looking at him deep in his eyes and Jonghyun swears he can see the world in the others. Two soft hands grab Jonghyun’s face and he’s met with two very soft, inviting lips. Although the kiss is only short, it’s sweet and carries weight. “Good, because if you didn’t say anything, I would have only let you take me out on a date, and you’d get no benefits after,” Taemin laughs, bubbly, hiccuping, and bright. Music to Jonghyun’s ears.

“I guess our date can’t be tomorrow then,” Jonghyun says with sadness lacing his voice a little upset that he can’t take Taemin out as soon as possible. He knows that Taemin can’t drop everything for him and he is being unreasonable getting upset about it. He can take Taemin out whenever he wants after tomorrow; it's only one extra day.

“What? Why?” Taemin asks as quickly as he can, leaning back a bit, and distancing himself from Jonghyun.

Jonghyun laughs at Taemin’s pouty face, completely in awe of him. He leans forward and circles his arms around Taemin’s waist. “You have to help your mum with her computer.” He reminds him.

Taemin now adds a frown to the mix, and he’s so devastatingly cute Jonghyun feels like he might burst. “Oh. Oh… well, can’t we go after I’m finished?” He questions and then his eyebrows pull deeper and deeper while waiting for Jonghyun to answer.

And how could Jonghyun possibly say no to Taemin? How could he ever deny Taemin? Instead of answering, he grabs his face and pulls him in for a long, sweet kiss. “Of course.”

“Good, I would have sulked otherwise,” Taemin admits, beaming so brightly at Jonghyun.

“It’s not just because I want to fuck your arse, either.” Jonghyun jokes, and they both look at each other once again and laugh. Jonghyun is feeling incredibly warm as feelings bubble up in his stomach. Maybe nerves but all he knows is that he gets to take Taemin out on a date tomorrow. So he’s happy with whatever feelings come because he’s got Taemin.

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Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it.

Everyone have a lovely day, Orgel 🌸

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multiphandomunnies · 2 months

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shinee

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crush confesses and asks them out

s.o sends inappropriate photo

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onew

minho

bf! minho

move

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atinystraynstay · 3 months

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so sorry for being MIA this week haha there’s a lot changing in my personal life so I’m just trying to navigate through it all. I’m also going to try to get some pieces published and continue to work on a few requests tonight & tomorrow 🤞🏻

* WORK IN PROGRESS *

Virgin!Yunho request

Part 2 of Eye Contact w

Boyfriend!San because I need some feel good fluff after this bad week haha

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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Hiii!! Can I request you something for Choi Minho??? I've been obessed with him lately. So, maybe something cute like y/n works as a stylist for SHINee and Minho has a crush on her, something along the lines..Thank you!

It was supposed to be fluff but you know how this goes 🙊

Hope you like it! 🥰

DEPRIVED

„Y/N, can you moan for me?“

You choked on your red wine as you heard Minho‘s request. Hastily he got up and patted your back.

„Shit sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.“ His brown eyes looked into yours compassionately.

„You want me to moan for you? What the hell Minho?“

He laughed sweetly, already anticipating your reaction.

„I know how this sounds.“

You rolled your eyes at him judgmentally.

„Oh, do you?“

Minho took the wine glass out of your hand and grabbed your hand lovingly.

„Please, y/n. I haven’t been with a woman for so long. I’m so deprived of femininity, please help me out.“

You always wondered why Minho stayed single and lived a rather boring love life, after all he was in high demand.

Charming personality, banging hot body and cute face. Every girl would get on her knees in an instant, yet he chose to stay alone.

„Deprived huh? What do you want me to do exactly?“

His eyes lit up in anticipation, he had won you over easily.

Minho got up and walked over to the couch, sitting and spreading his legs like an alpha. His personality was shy with you, but his body wasn’t.

„Can you sit on me?“, he asked nervously.

You mustered him for a moment: strong, thick thighs spread apart that made room for you on his lap, muscular arms that waited to grab you and hungry eyes that wanted to devour you.

You had worked with him for ages, was this really a good idea? Your head weighed the pros and cons of overstepping your professional relationship with him but it was your body that made the ultimate decision.

The pull towards him was just too strong.

You got up and took a seat on his lap, feeling his strong thighs underneath you. You placed your delicate hands on his broad chest, supporting you like that.

„Is that okay?“, you asked shyly, not making eye contact with him.

„Perfect“, he whispered. „Even though one thing is missing…Look at me y/n.“

Your heart fluttered fast as his thumb grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, making you gaze into his eyes deeply.

„Hi“, he chuckled softly. You broke out in laughter, joining him in this serene moment. „Hi, Minho.“

„Does this feel weird?“

You shook your head truthfully. This felt far from weird, it actually felt kind of nice.

He smiled contentedly, glad that you felt the same way.

„What do you want me to do now?“

Minho cleared his throat and asked for kisses on his throat, something he absolutely adored.

You placed your soft lips on his throat, kissing it lightly before you started sucking on the thin skin, almost marking it.

„Cautious y/n, my stylist is going to kill me if I show up bruised“, he chuckled. „Oh, sorry“, you apologized and traced his jaw line instead, pampering him with sweet, little kisses. Minho‘s head fell back in pleasure, he had missed this so much. As your lips found his earlobe he shot up rapidly, holding his breath patiently.

„Can I touch you?“

You nodded and seconds after you felt his strong arms wrapped around you, his big hands sliding all over your body. You nibbled on his ear which elicited a deep growl from him. Fuck, this made you feel some things.

Minho‘s voice got even deeper as he complimented your kissing style. „I liked that, y/n. I really fucking liked that.“

Slowly, you whispered into his ear: „I know something that you like even more.“

You started circling your hips on him, feeling all of him now. You were right, he liked that even more.

„Fuck me, why are you so good at this“, he licked his lips, thinking about his next move.

„I’m good at everything, Min“, you smirked as you looked him in the eyes and grinded on him. His hands were glued to your ass, squeezing and massaging with full hands.

„Remember what you had asked of me?“

He nodded his head eagerly.

You leaned over and brushed his ear with your lips, sighing heavily into it. The grip on your ass got tighter as Minho tried to control himself. But you wanted to play, so you took things to the next level. Sighing turned into small whimpers which then turned into needy moans, all while circling your hips on his hard erection.

„You’re making me lose my mind, y/n“, he breathed out heavily.

„Isn’t this what you wanted?“

He nodded again, desperate for more of you.

„I want more though“, he stated.

You leaned back once more and mustered his face, his eyes were dying with need.

Need for you.

You leaned in and brushed his plush lips with yours, softly while whispering: „Not like this, Minho. Date me for real and we‘ll see.“

You got up from his lap and grabbed your things, making your way to the exit. He was unable to move, but called after you.

„Y/N, wait. What was this then?“

You turned around and winked at him playfully.

„A preview.“

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ideaofheaven · 8 months

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part 2 for after 2am PLEASE its so good 😭😭😭😭😭

Thank you! A super belated reply because work has been crazy. But apparently writing a smutty drabble for Minho helps so enjoy 😛

Feel free to read this as a stand alone as well.

Word count: 260

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"Come on, baby. Can you take all of me?"

Your head is spinning, not only from the moderate amount of alcohol you took, but from heat. So much heat in this room, on your skin and also from Minho.

“More," you whimper, feeling Minho inside you even deeper now. With every movement, you groan in pleasure, and so does Minho.

"My baby girl is so tight," he grunts before pounding into you faster, making you wail out wantonly. "And so loud." He chuckles, voice low and mocking.

"Shut up." You grit out in between pants. Both of you are definitely not sober, not in this insane party Kibum has thrown. After a few cups of Kibum's special punch, Minho was once again ready to have a "discussion" with some group of irritable guys, so you pulled him away to distract him with a kiss. The simple peck transformed into a full blown make out, and transported you from the common area to one of the empty rooms, with Minho impatiently undressing you.

Suddenly, Minho stops moving. The change of movement startles and pisses you off, so you open your mouth to complain, only to have Minho grabbing your cheek and jaw.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?"

"No, Minho I—"

"I think you got the wrong name, baby girl." He finally moves his hips again, but leaning away and you can feel his cock leaving your wet cavern.

“Daddy.” You immediately say, too intoxicated to think.

He smirks.

“That’s my good girl.”

It’s going to be a long night.

#shinee #kpop smut #shinee smut #shinee scenarios #choi minho smut #choi minho x reader #choi minho scenarios #minho x reader #man this is fun #I’ve been hitting deadends with how burnout I am but I still write

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xotaemintol · 10 months

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SHINee KINKS (ot5) edited

*Quick disclaimer! I know there will be some who are upset or uncomfortable with me or anyone writing smut for Jonghyun or including him in anything smut related or maybe anything fan-fiction relation and I understand and hear you, but not only have I done a poll asking what people would think with the majority saying that they’d want it, but I also think that as long as I or anyone else isn’t disrespecting him or anyone else, and is aware that it is all fiction and is making sure to be mindful of everyone, that it can be done right. If you are uncomfortable or upset by it, then feel free to block me, not in a “I don’t care way”, you can also send feedback. But I’m saying this to let everyone know that I do plan to continue writing about him, he’s one of my ults and I think that continuing to write about him as anyone does another idol is also remembering. I will be deleting anything hateful or triggering in anyway shape or form. Let’s all be mindful of each other and be kind, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy.*

Pronouns used: NONE (good girl/fem reader implied a few times)

TWS: Breeding, hair pulling, impact play/spanking, dirty talk, choking/breath play, sensory deprivation/blindfolding, BDSM, bondage, praise, degradation, feather play, ice play, biting, cock warming, authority play, sub/dom dynamics, exhibitionism, pet play, and dumbification.

MINHO

•Hair pulling

It's pretty straightforward, he likes pulling your hair (doesn't mind having his pulled if he's eating you out), and seeing the way you react turns him on so much

-Doesn't do it often but when he does he's more of a "grab and hold tight" type than a "yank and pull type" (that's more of Jonghyun and Kibum hehe)

-Will pull your hair if he's fucking you from behind, or if you're sucking his dick, he'll grab a handful of your hair and make you go slower or he'll fuck your face and guide your head with your hair

•Warming

-He likes when you sit on his lap anyways, he loves how you’ll wrap around him and nuzzle your body against his, despite him being muscular he’s very soft and loves it when you treat him as such. So even if you aren’t warming he loves it anyways, but it just adds another layer when he’s inside of you and you’re just sitting there on top of him.

-Sometimes he’ll sit and read a book (when he’s not out and being the active man he is) and you’ll be sitting on top of him with nothing but a loose dress on and him inside of you, occasionally “readjusting” himself and pulling you down just a little more. Sometimes he gets a little carried away and instead of it just being peaceful he’ll start moving his hips and hint for you to move too (which you always do) it’ll quickly go from you clinging to him while he does some relaxing mundane task, to him slowly fucking you while you both hold each other and softly moan into each other's ear.

•Impact Play (specifically spanking)

-Sometimes he'll role-play with you and will have you lay across his lap while he spanks you, he's more of a hand guy than a belt guy because he likes to feel your soft skin against his hands

-He'll spank you if he's (once again) fucking you from behind, walking past him, bending over, in public, changing, in the shower, it doesn't matter. Minho will smack your ass no matter where you are or what you're doing

•Authority Play

-He likes to take charge and you love seeing him do it, he'll get his military uniform from the closet (because of course he kept it) and will be like "Get on your knees" and will have you hump his leg

-He sometimes handcuffs you and will pretend to be an officer, he'll be all rough with you and grope you, grind against you and give you a "pat down" That's just him groping your entire body and bending you over then fucking you.

JINKI

•Daddy Kink

-He loves it when you sit on his lap and call him daddy, he encourages you to do it in public especially (surprisingly), and will have you ride him and call him daddy

-Even if you aren't having sex, he still wants you to call him daddy, especially since he loves taking care of you, he loves how you say it too when you get whiny and call him from another room or complain and get all bratty he gets so excited

•Ice or feathers

-He likes them because they usually call for slow and careful movements, at first he thought that it would make you a little uncomfortable but after seeing your reaction he decided to add feathers into the mix. It could be included in kissing, him eating you out, teasing, and just about anything possible.

-He’ll slowly drag an ice cube down your body, sitting it on your stomach for just a second until the heat radiating off your skin melts it just enough for him to lick up the drips of water, or hold it in his mouth while he’s between your legs and since he doesn’t want it to be too cold he makes sure to keep his hands warm and switch between his tongue and his fingers. With the feathers he’ll brush them against your thighs, slowly going up to your hips, stomach, nipples, then sides of your neck, every breath, gasp, and shiver makes him feel more and more pleased.

•Choking/breath play

-He's super careful when it comes to choking you and made sure to do plenty of research on it before trying it on you because even though it's exciting it can be dangerous

-He'll wrap his arm around your throat while fucking you from behind, choke you while you're underneath him, cover your mouth and nose while he's fingering you, and even force you to hold your breath while you're cumming

•Breeding

-He looooovveesssss breeding, although he's said plenty of times that he's not ready for kids (and you have said the same) he can't get enough of cumming inside of you and the thought of you being marked as his

-He puts you in mating presses so often that you're surprised when he doesn't, he'll have you walk around with a vibrator inside of you to keep his cum in all day and when you get home he'll take it out and clean you up while calling you a good girl for holding it in all-day

KIBUM

•Degradation

-Loves calling you things like "dirty whore", "My pretty slut", "Fuck toy", "pretty bitch", "dumb whore" and more, and loves it when you call him things like "stupid boy", "dumb slut", "Man whore", and especially "Sexy bitch"

-If he's in charge for the night he'll fuck you while he's degrading you, he talks dirty to you and talk about how he's going to fuck you dumb and how good you feel, how you're such a pretty whore while he's deep inside of you

•Pillow talk or you talking about your day

-He doesn’t mean to but hearing you talk about your day and rant or ramble turns him on so much, he loves to watch the way you explain things, the way you talk and your mannerisms make him want to sweep you off your feet, kiss you, and explore every inch of your body. He especially loves it because he thinks your voice is so beautiful, he always asks you about your day but not because he wants to be all horny and stuff, just because he wants to know but every time he’s so hard that it’s impossible to hide.

-He’ll ask you if he can eat you out or finger you while you talk about your day, he won’t go super fast because he still wants you to talk but he will put his all into pleasing you, he loves it when your voice gets all shaky and you can’t help but let out small moans in between words. You can always tell when he’s getting turned on from listening to you talk because his face gets all red and he won’t stop smiling and will avoid your gaze, he’ll get so cute and shy when he listens to you talk. Sometimes he even asks you to ride him while you talk about your day or ramble about random things.

•Dumbification

-He loves fucking you till you can't speak, the sound of you babbling nonsense and shouting out random strings of pleas, curses, and jumbled messes of praise, it turns him on so much to see you so thoughtless

-He loves to see your face when he's fucking you because he can see that switch in your brain turn off and watch you go dumb off the pleasure, he is so obsessed with you looking so lewd and smiling, crying, begging, moaning, and rolling your eyes back as you cum, you look so pretty when you can't think to him

•Latex

-No matter who's in it, he loves the feeling and the sight of it, it's a healthy mixture of you both wearing it and he especially loves it when you wear it, latex books, thigh highs, gloves, pants, whatever. It turns him into an animal

-You have a pair of latex pants that hug your legs and waist perfectly, when he's subbing he'll grind against you and let you overstimulate him. But when he's domming he'll wear a pair of latex gloves and spank you with them on, or wear a pair of latex boots and make you grind against them until you get overstimulated

TAEMIN

•Pet Play

-He bought you an adorable collar, cute cat ears, a tail, and your very own cat bowl, he loves seeing you crawl to him and drink water out of the bowl, and he loves when you climb up on his lap and nuzzle into him while poking your butt out like you're in heat

-He'll fuck you on the kitchen floor while you're on your hands and knees, or he'll put a leash on you and pull it while he's fucking you and yank your collar, he'll lean in really close while he's fucking you and whisper in your ear calling you a 'naughty kitty' and a 'bad girl (I wish I could go on omg)

•Blind folding/ sight deprivation

-He likes it when you blindfold him, but he likes to blindfold you just as much. He thinks that it’s romantic that you are trusting him with your body and that he’s trusting you with his, he also likes the idea of just feeling. Following each other's touch and being so excited for the next touch, when he first told you about him wanting to be the one wearing the blindfold he was a little shy to admit that he wanted to try it too, but you were more than happy to try it.

-The blindfolds are only used for foreplay, you both like it more since foreplay is all about building excitement and anticipation. You’ll be kissing him and will suddenly pull away for a few seconds, he gets all pouty and will whine and ask you to come back but instead, you kiss him on his shoulder or his chest, he loves it when you pick random spots to kiss or run your fingers along. When you are the one being teased he likes to worship your body, he’ll kiss you from head to toe, his fingers dancing across your skin, and his hair tickling the inside of your thighs ever so slightly. He’ll pull away a few times, but you can never guess when he’ll do it or for how long he’ll do it, he thinks it’s more exciting like that.

•Exhibition

-Those giant windows in his living room come in handy when he's feeling extra risky, since he knows that’s the closet he can get to doing anything anywhere really public he always limits it to in front of those giant windows, in his car in an empty parking lot (with probably his own music playing...Move most likely lol), one of the dance practice rooms, the recording studio, an empty dressing room, and one of the bathrooms in the sm building

-Presses you against the glass while telling you to look out the window at all of the people he'll be fucking you and will be like "Does it feel good? Do you like being watched?" Loves it when you play into it and mention how it makes you excited to think about someone catching him fucking you. He especially likes it when you can't keep your voice down and will whimper and bite him to stay quiet.

•Kissing

-He has a rule about kissing him in front of other people because he knows how you both get and even though he's into public play, he'd rather not fuck you in front of his manager (in front of SHINee is a different story though but I'll save that for another day) the minute he kisses you he's itching for more

-Kisses you while fucking you, he likes to see your face when he's fucking you because he wants to be able to kiss you. Pillowy lips + A1 stroke game + Pretty moans = Lee Taemin. He'd even make out with you while grinding against you, he'll even pull you off your knees when you're giving him head and kiss you right after

JONGHYUN

•Hair pulling

-Isn't the "Pull and hold type" he's the "pull and keep pulling" type, he'll pull your hair while you kissing and yank your head back by your hair, and sometimes he'll be playing in your hair, and will randomly pull it because he just loves the way you react

-He won't pull your hair if you're on your knees but he will while he's fucking you, your scalp will get sore from the pulling but he feels so good inside of you that you don't even care

•Biting

-Sometimes you'll playfully bite him while you're out and nibble on his shoulder or his bicep and he'll give you that bedroom look to warn you, or he'll bite you and it'll start as a joke but then he'll bite even harder and will go from biting you on your shoulder or arm and then will move up to your neck and game over when he gets there, no turning back when he finally gets excited

-He fucks you in whatever position gets his mouth the closet to your shoulders, neck, and lips, he loves the feeling of your skin in his mouth, the way you sound, it makes him so excited (he's a vampire like frl) and he loves the way your teeth feel against his skin, he doesn't like it when you try to hold back and will bite him softly, he wants you to bite him to the point that he leaves a mark. He'll have you sit on his lap while he fingers you and he'll let you bite him, in short, he loves biting

•Eye Contact

-The softer sweeter side of him loves eye contact the last and lingers. He loves how pretty your eyes are, and he always makes sure to look you in the eyes before kissing you, he’ll sit in front of you and just stare for a second then lean in a kiss you, eye contact with you gives him butterflies and because he has the prettiest eyes to ever exist you love it just as much.

-During sex, he’ll go slow, caress your face, smile a little, and look you in the eyes while telling you that you look so pretty, he’d be glistening in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, his lips slightly red with your kisses scattered over his skin (soon to be covered by the makeup artists lol) and breathing heavily as he tries his best to hold himself together and keep the romantic atmosphere.

•Praise

-He's always complimenting you, no matter what, but you know when that switch goes off in his head and it goes from compliments to praise from the way his tone will change. He'll go from "You look so nice today." To "You're so pretty baby, who's my pretty girl? Huh?" And "Wow, this is so good baby." To "Such a good girl, you like being a good girl for me baby?"

-He'll be fucking you and will hold you against his chest from behind while whispering in your ear that you take him so well, he'll tell you that you're doing such a good job and will encourage you to be louder, he'll call you pretty, kiss your entire body, tell you that you look so beautiful when you cum for him and will praise when he's done and shower you in love and kisses.

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