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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Gods and Monsters

Symphony Smut Series Day 1: Lana del Rey's God's and Monsters

Lyric: In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, looking to get fucked hard.

Pairings: Cupid!Minho × fem!angel of heaven, includes Yuna from Itzy in a scene

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader), overstimulation, p in v, slight breeding kink, corruption kink, possesion kink, hair pulling, use of kitten and angel, Minho cumming in reader

A/N: alright, first day! I am saur excited for this series so we're starting off strong with my husba- I mean my bias Minho! This was heavily inspired by his WKorea photoshoot.

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Gods existed. And so did monsters. But monsters didn't have a particular description, in Minho's opinion.

There he was, an angel, with the brightest wings of them all, holding metal tipped arrows in his hand, shooting all those who he believed deserved love, or worse, rejected love.

And yet, sometimes Cupid falls in love too. High angel of God never mattered to him much. Why would it? When beautiful angels roam the gardens of Eden, stroking their frocks and picking berries and flowers all day.

You were one such beautiful angel.

The prettiest of them all, according to Minho.

"Minho has his eyes on you again Y/N." Yuna nudged your shoulder gently, accidentally making you drop the berries you had in your hand. You rolled your eyes and picked them up again, quickly throwing them into your basket.

"Let him. Why should I care?"

"He's a high ranking angel Y/n." Yuna mumbled, adjusting her skirt, "They say he serves God directly."

"Nobody has seen God Yuna." You smiled gently at her. Even though she was older than you, by a few years or so, she was always the more mischevious one, always keeping an eye out for spotting your admirers.

"He is handsome, but we all know I have probably zero chances with an angel like that."

"Suit yourself then." She huffed, her mystical eyes scouring the dirt below your feet for more berries.

"Why are we picking so many berries anyway?" You questioned, adjusting the basket on your hip. Yuna shrugged her shoulders and made a face which clearly screamed confusion.

"I've hear a rumour though." Yuna whispered excitedly to you, toying with a mulberry leaf she has accidentally plucked, "Apparently Minho needs them for his monthly ritual tonight."

"The ritual?" You asked, "The one where he..."

"Takes an angel for his own, yes." Yuna completed your sentence, removing a thorn stuck in her wickerwork basket, "Apparently if he falls in love with any of them, he shall be promoted to a higher position, one where he can actually see God."

"But that hasn't happened yet has it?" You chuckled, the scent of honeydew plantations tickling your nose, as you saw some angels tending to them with their bare hands all pricked with thorns, "He's a Cupid. Cupids can't fall in love. Even though, I admit, he is dashing."

"Angels, may I have a moment of your time?"

A cold voice sounded like a gong behind your ear drums as you spun around (your skirt spinning with you), to face a cat-like face with bunny teeth.

"Minho." Yuna perked up, brushing her hair out of her face. Gosh, she really did like him. Like you, and every other angel in Heaven and Hell.

"How are you today?" " Fine as ever, Yuna." His tone was condescending, a weird one to use for a casual conversation such as this one.

"Y/N." He bowed to you, the eclipses of his soft hair falling onto his face as he did. "Minho." You answered, the neckline of your frock falling down as you bowed, revealing your cleavage, which Minho tried hard not to stare at.

"You look beautiful today." He complemented, his white teeth on full display, "as always." His addition at the end made you blush.

Was he this nice to every pretty angel?

"I assume you ladies are picking these beautiful berries for my ritual tonight?" He bent over your basket, examining all the black and red berries stuffed into it.

"We are." You cleared your throat, noticing how close Minho was to your bosom, "aren't they delicious looking?"

"We'll see tonight." Minho toyed with a blackberry, "When I drink them up."

Something about his tone scared you, as Yuna bowed him out of the garden, leaving you, tucking your skirt in a little more secure, and looking at the berries all arranged neatly in your basket.

Unexpected things always happen to humans, as you had heard. But sometimes they can happen to angels too. They can happen to anyone really. They just need time.

"Y/N." Minho caressed your cheek gently. The smell of crushed blackberries filled the room, as a bowl of red berries lay beside you.

Being chosen by Minho, hearing your name fall from his lips like an ill forgotten name of a God was shocking, as Yuna nudged you forward to the stand. All the angels looked at you with pity, as if you were a lamb going off for slaughter.

But you hadn't expected him to treat you so kindly.

"My angel...." Minho whispered, tucking a stray hair back behind your ear. "Why me?" You whispered back, as he kissed your knuckles gently, his wings fluttering gently behind him, as he folded them into his back.

"Why not you?" He chuckled, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Reaching his hand behind you, he picked up a berry from the wooden bowl and held it in front of your mouth.

"Be a good angel and open for me." He imitated an opening mouth with his own, "ah there you go, good girl."

The cherry was sweet, running with juices as you tasted it in your mouth, it's bitterness not bothering you. Spitting the seed out quickly, you looked up meekly as Minho's naked figure.

His jaw, lined with heavy lust, his eyes darkened as the night, and his muscles throbbing into your skin. You were wearing a loose robe of reds and whites, a show of the corruption of the pure.

"Oh don't worry darling." Minho caressed your cheek again, his thighs rubbing against yours as he laid you back on the silk ridden bed, "You'll feel nothing but pleasure tonight." "Minho I-Im scared." You whimpered, unsure of what to do. What if he didn't fall in love with you? What if you became another wasted angel?

"Don't be." Minho chuckled, "A pretty angel like you shouldn't be."

You sunk back into the mattress, his body over yours, a hand cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, stroking the skin there, exposed from your ridden up robe. your hands were in his curls, and you revelled in the way that you could shamelessly touch them now. He paused for a second, nose brushing yours, breathless and grinning down at you, a knowing smile that was so beautiful that it rendered you speechless.

You leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, relishing in the moment. you were lost in him, thinking back to the very first time you’d locked eyes and how you never thought it would come to this. this, the way he was holding you, was the best surprise.

"May I?" Minho asked gently, toying with your robe. You nodded your head in a weak attempt of saying yes. His face, mere inches from yours rendered you speechless again.

And with that, the air changed, charged with a different kind of tension. Minho pulled you on top of him, hands firm on your body, the action itself gentle. you steadied yourself, hands on his shoulders, his resting on your waist.

he smiled softly, slowly peeling the material off of your body, up over your head and tossed carelessly onto the floor. he kept his eyes on yours, despite the fact you were now left bare, aside from the white cotton panties that separated you both. he pawed at your sides, kneading gently at your soft hips.

“we’re gonna start slow, okay? gonna take my time with you.” he muttered, eyes on yours before they trailed slowly down, across your face, neck, collarbone, further and further until he was taking all of you in. he began to stroke the underside of your breast with his thumb, watching the way your body tensed under his feather-like touch.

His kiss trailed further down your body, peppered in the valley of your breasts, and then you stopped breathing, the air caught in your throat because he was looking at you, really, truly looking at you, as his tongue found your nipple. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was making you feel this good already.

“oh, kitten, you want me so badly, don’t you? should’ve asked me sooner. m’gonna make you feel so good.” His hands were on your hips, guiding you backwards and forwards on him.

“it feels so- oh, god.” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his curls, back arching further into him as your thighs clenched around his. He licked over your collarbone oh so slowly, a shiver running down your taut spine.

“i want you to come for me like this first, okay? can you do that for me, kitten?” he cooed, bouncing his leg ever so slightly. “look at me.” And you did, somehow mustering the strength to pull yourself back up and find his darkened eyes.

You were a mess of curses when you let go, your body convulsing, collapsing into him as you came. You were throbbing on his thigh, one glance down at where you were grinding against him displaying your slick. His arms went around your body, flipping you onto your back so that you were resting against the mattress.

“you did so well, angel.” Minho crooned, resting over you on his forearms. you stared up at him in awe, blinking away the haze. “do you want more?”

Minho's hand slid down your body, searching for the band of your underwear. when he reached his destination, he toyed with the lacy edges, letting them snap against the pudge of your belly, teasing you. you bucked your hips, frustrated, and he used the opportunity to cup your pussy, feeling where you’d soaked through the cotton. the groan he let out was carnal, animalistic, almost needy. he could feel all of you, how you ached and dripped, how you needed the everything that you’d requested.

“you’re so fucking good for me, God.” Minho almost slurred his words, voice lower than you’d ever heard it. you keened at the sound, pushing your hips further into him.

“you still want all of me?” he breathed, his shaky breath fanning your face. Minho was obsessed with hearing you say it, obsessed with how you wanted him as much as he needed you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” lando groaned, an edge of excitement in his voice, and then he unleashed everything that he’d held back.

“ahh,” you moaned, trying to tilt your hips so he stopped rutting against your clit, but he was too heavy for you to move beneath him. You could feel another orgasm brewing and you squeezed your eyes shut, your brain fogged. “M-minho” you cried, not knowing if you could keep going like this.

Minho's erratic hips never faulted, “shh,” he cooed unsteadily. “you can take it.”

You shook your head back and forth and mewled in your throat. Minho tried to reassure you, “m’almost finished, kitten.”

As wild and deadly as he was in the battles of Heaven , he was just as primal in the bedroom. Thee softness of your skin felt heavenly against Minho's sore body and against his calloused hands. he slid a hand into your hair, his fist grasping tightly. “this is the last time. i promise.” His deep baritone sent you over the edge. you cried out loud, your legs squeezing against Minho's body, your body shaking as he pummeled you through another orgasm.

You could barely hear the way he was grunting and moaning as you clenched down impossibly hard around him. “gah, fuck,” he groaned.

Minho spilled inside you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him fill you once more that night. You weren’t even sure how he still had more to give at this point.

His thrusts turned slow but remained powerful when he bottomed out, hitting you as far back as he could. you gasped with every rut of his hips hitting yours.

His seed leaked out around his cock as he rode out his orgasm. you weren’t sure you could go for another round, hoping Minho was true to his word and this actually was the last time.

His hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair. “see. knew you could take it.” he kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you. you whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of him inside you, it was almost painful for him to leave. he marveled at you as he sat back on his haunches, looking between your legs and watching his seed gush out of you.

"You're mine now." Minho whispered into your ear, looking at your cum ridden tummy, "all mine for the eternity of heaven."

As if to seal a charm, Minho kissed you on your neck, wrapping your weak figure into his arms, and running his fingers through your hair to cradle you to sleep.

"My angel."

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hyuniyz · 1 year

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JUST YOU ⭒

pairing. lee minho x f!reader

genre. comfort | making out towards the end.

words. 2.3k

notes 📝 minho’s love language is definitely spending quality time together or / acts of services because this man LOVES to give. so here’s minho just comforting reader after she’s had a bad day 🙏 loads !! of kisses because i just started projecting my own needs near the end..

summary — after a tiring day, all you need is your boyfriend and the comfort he provides.

you close the door behind you with a little more force then necessary. the warm lightning and the soft aroma that you associate with your home is enough to relax you, but it does nothing to erase the terrible encounters of today from your mind.

you walk into your living room grumbly. spotting soonie lounging around on your couch, you move to lay beside the furball. the feline–most likely sensing your sour mood– immediately curls up on your chest and you bask in the comfort the cat provides.

in the kitchen, minho is just finishing up cleaning the cat’s food bowls when he hears the thud of the door, the sound alerting him that you are home. but a furrow of confusion settles in between his eyebrows when he doesn’t hear your usual ‘honey, i’m home !’ which he’s teased you for being too cheesy but the absence of the cheesy statement now is way too alarming.

he abandons his task and chooses to walk over to the living room where he finds you laying on the couch with soonie purring loudly on top of you. he smiles at the adorable sight of his cat being so soft towards you.

“hi baby,” minho uses his softest voice as he walks towards your slumped form.

you immediately perk up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. the voice you had been longing to hear the entire day. too tired to lift your head up to greet him you mutter a small “hello,” you watch silently as minho sits at the other end of the couch and pulls your legs to rest on his thighs instead.

“bad day today?” he senses your mood and decides to trek around the topic lightly, not wanting to tip you over the edge. you’re about to respond but instead a groan rumbles through your chest when minho begins massaging your legs. he smiles and continues working with his hands.

you want to ask him how he knows but of course he knows. he knows you far better then you think and so when he suggests a warm bath, you almost start crying right there because a bath is exactly what you need. you respond to him with a hum and with that minho rubs your thighs before getting up, you assume to set up the bath for you.

before making his way to the bathroom however minho wanders around the apartment and manages to locate his two other cats which he drops off beside you on the couch. the two cats also curling up on either of your side.

he leans down until he’s at level with soonie who’s comfortable on your chest. “take care of her for a while okay?” he instructs as if soonie is actually gonna converse with him. soonie –who lifts his head slightly– meows at him as if agreeing with him. which seems to satisfy minho because he grins before nuzzling his nose against soonie’s and then he turns to you.

you were watching their little encounter with a fond smile that stretches further when minho leans down again to repeat the action with you, bumping your noses together as his lips descend upon yours. he keeps it short and sweet, letting his lips linger against yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“rest while i work on the bath, hmm?”

you hum as a reply and peck his lips again, “i love you”

you feel him grin against your lips “love you too”

then he’s gone, and you nuzzle against the cats whose warmth makes up for his absence.

“oh heavenly lord above” you groan out as the warm water engulfs you. minho, who stands by the sink gathering the stuff necessary for your bath snorts at your choice of words.

“i did this you brat, thank me” he pouts but you know it’s all lighthearted when he walks over to drop a kiss on your forehead.

“how could i ever repay this favour babe?” you ask exaggeratedly, looking up at him as he pretends to ponder.

“i mean.. cuddles would be a good start” he raises his shoulders in a shrug, acting nonchalant.

you laugh tugging at the hem of his shirt so he’s forced to bend over until his face is just above yours, with your lips only inches away.

“is that all?”

“hm” he whispers, closing the distance between your lips. “kisses could work too i guess”

his lips come down on yours before he even finishes the sentence and then he’s kissing you slowly and the small dip in your stomach that follows after all his kisses is there.

it’s like he’s working to remove the stress of the day from you which seems to be going well judging by the fact your shoulders now carry less of the tension compared to the rest of your day. he’s quite literally your knight in shining armour.

the thought makes you giggle against his lips which in turn pulls a smile from him and then you’re both smiling like lovesick fools with your lips still brushing over the other’s. he’s the one that pulls back, to run his fingers through your hair.

“lean forward for me baby”

you oblige, watching as he makes quick work of getting rid of his clothes and then he’s joining you in the bath.

once he’s settled down, he manoeuvres you until your back is flush against his chest. with his arms coming around your shoulders, he pulls you closer in to his embrace and you slump against him when he starts peppering kisses on your bare shoulder.

“wanna talk about your day?” he whispers against your skin, feeling like this is a good time to approach the subject carefully. he doesn’t want you to carry the burden of whatever it is, all alone.

the sigh you let out rings out in the quiet bathroom as you lean your head against his shoulder, wondering where to start.

“really, i don’t know where it all went wrong. I was actually having a really good day but then kevin called me into his office and basically just started criticising all of my work this week - which i’ve spent hours doing mind you. but that didn’t matter to him it seemed as he kept shouting at me for what felt like hours. and you know how i hate people shouting at me, it makes me feel so small and i just– ugghm” you grumble out, recounting the events that had occurred at the beginning of your day. you think this was the point where your day took a turn for the worst. and then everything went downhill from there.

through the entirety of your rant, minho listens quietly. he listens and watches as your body slowly loses the tension with every word you utter, showing him just how much you needed to let all that out. when you let out a sigh and slump further into him, he thinks its probably the best time to give his thoughts.

“well Kevins are always raging cunts aren’t they?”

you huff out a laugh, impressed by his ability to always speak his mind.

“i’m serious though” he threads his fingers in your hair and tugs lightly until you can meet his eyes. “i’ve seen him. he’s a middle aged man with a receding hairline and a beer belly, so i don’t think you should take his comments to heart babe”

“haven’t heard better inspiring words than this”

“of course, i’m the william shakespeare of our generation.” he scoffs.

“hmm, just shed a tear. no need to get so political babe” you tease wriggling your eyebrows at him.

he kisses his teeth at your teasing. fingers trailing down your body until they stop at your waist, where he immediately digs his fingers in the curve of your waist causing you to cry out. his fingers don’t let up until your gasping and squirming against him, laughing and pushing his wrists away.

he lets up his tickling in favour of slinging his arms around your front and pulling your back to his chest from where you’ve slipped down in your haste to escape his tickles. you decide to manoeuvre around, turning to face him instead.

“hi” you whisper when you’re finally facing him. situating yourself in his lap now, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to get closer to him.

he pulls a face when you lean down to press a peck on his lips. but he drops the act soon and then he’s chasing your lips again so that he can properly kiss you. threading his fingers through your hair so that he can get better access. he goes in again, claiming your lips with intensity.

you use your grip on his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself higher up his body, until you’re leaning down over him and he has to tilt his head back to allow your lips to be connected. the hand on his shoulder slips and descends down so that your nails can scratch against his chest which pulls a groan from him.

the sound from him seems to ignite your body, it spurs you on. so your hand stays at his chest clawing and grabbing while the other unoccupied hand goes to hold the back of his neck to pull him closer to you so that you can gain some control over the mind numbing kiss. in the midst of it all, it seems like your hips have a mind of their own since they grind down against him subconsciously. it doesn’t seem like he minds either with the appreciative hum he lets out against your lips.

it’s only when you mewl in his mouth that he rips his lips away from you. it’s like he gains his conscious back as his hands reach up to hold your hips in a vice grip to stop them from rolling down again and getting him more worked up.

you come back slowly too, taking in slow breaths to try and calm down your skyrocketing heartbeat. your lips are tingling profusely and you have no doubt that minho’s are the same when he reaches up to feather his fingertips over his lips. the sight of his lips, bruised from your relentless sucking, tempt you to have another taste of him.

you’re both gaining your bearings slowly, recovering from the intense moment that rid you of your breath. it’s silent in the room, safe for your low breathing when minho speaks out. his voice, now a few octaves deeper spreading tingles throughout your body.

“if we don’t get out right this instance, i don’t think i could stop and i don’t really fancy getting hot and heavy in this uncomfortable tub.” his admission hangs in the air between your heavy gazes and lewd breathing, until you both scramble out. ready to finish it into the bedroom.

the soft pattering of water from the bathroom sink tells you that minho is nearly done with his excessive skincare routine, and that he’s going to join you soon enough.

you’re still reeling over the fact that he had so easily navigated through your bad day so that it became somewhat bearable, all by doing the bare minimum. you don’t know when you had gotten so dependent on him but you’re not complaining.

you’re smiling over his antics when the man in question walks out, skin glistening from different products and you’re envious of the way his skin seems to shine under the striking light of your bedroom.

he catches you smiling and mirrors your expression as he climbs onto the bed to hover over you. “what are you smiling ‘bout huh?”

you shake your head lightly, coy smile playing at your lips when you arch off the bed to close the distance between your lips for the umpteenth time tonight.

he meets you halfway, snaking a arm behind your back to pull you flush against his chest so you don’t fall back on the bed.

your lips stay interlocked for a while, never really getting enough but eventually you’re broken apart when a chuckle escapes your lips due to minho’s hair that is so long now that it hangs around the two of you as curtains, tips of his hairs tickling your skin lightly.

he smiles at your laughter and you take your time to look at him. you think he’s the prettiest like this. when the worries of the day are stripped away from him and he’s left all tired and relaxed.

he rolls from on top of you in favour of settling down on his side of the bed, where he immediately pulls you into his side.

“you better now?” he whispers after a few moments of silence, deciding to take a gentler approach to figure out if you’re still upset.

“hm yeah, i’m better now” you smile up at him, grateful for his efforts to improve your mood. you understand that sometimes he doesn’t know what to say or how to act when you’re in one of your moods, but you acknowledge that this is the best he can do, and you’re thankful for him. “i love you baby, thank you” you lean up to leave a final peck on his lips, before settling back down into his side and snuggling impossibly close to him.

he chuckles at your cuddly state, reaching over to switch off the lamp so that you both can finally turn in for the day. he asks one last thing to reassure himself that you’re truly okay and relaxed now– recovered from whatever it is that your boss put you through.

“need anything else darling?” he asks while wrapping his arm around you securely and pulling your leg over his own, getting you even closer than before.

“just you”

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moonlightndaydreams · 6 days

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The Country Club // MDNI

student (adult aged) Minho x older fem reader (age gap not specified). CW under the cut.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

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Minho has his sights on a woman he shouldn’t be looking at. Older, richer, out of his league. It’s alluring to him, wanting what he can’t have. Touching someone who doesn’t belong to him.

He’s seen you around the grounds of the country club where his dad works a number of times now, and he knows you’ve seen him too. Your eyes linger on him whenever he walks past you. Do you think about him in your bed at night? He wonders.

CW: unprotected p in v sex, in a public place, spanking, taunting, rough sex, reader gets grazes on her face, blood kink, Minho bites reader, creampie.

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He gets hard in his pants just thinking about you in your little one piece swimsuit he saw you in the other day, by the pool. He often finds himself masturbating to the image of slipping into the water while you’re sleeping on one of those floaties. He’d caress your leg, starting at your ankle and making his way up your inner thigh. You’d part your legs, pretending to be asleep, letting him have access to your warm cunt.

Or you’d slide off your floaty and tug him towards the side of the pool and pull his cock from his swimmer shorts, demanding he put it in you.

Would he ever get to feel you wrapped around his cock?

One afternoon he’s walking through the grounds and sees you standing by the hedge near the tennis courts, in your cute white tennis dress cursing at your phone.

“Someone shit you off?” Minho teases.

You look up angrily, like you are about to murder the person who dared speak to you. But your eyes turn curious when you realise who it is. The boy who pops a boner everytime he sees you.

“Your name’s Minho.” You say. It’s not a question.

“Yeah.” He says not breaking eye contact with you. He swallows hard. There’s no one around just you and him. Alone.

He sees you look down at his crotch. Amusement crosses your features when you notice the bulge in his white slacks.

“Follow me.” You command.

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You’ve got him around the other side of the hedge, with your chest pressed into a brick wall and his cock buried deep inside your cunt. You’re both panting, desperate for release. Skin is slapping loudly. He’s pounding into you hard. Your teeny tiny lace panties torn and shoved into his pocket, a keepsake for when he’s alone later.

He grips your hips harder, digging into your flesh. You’ll have marks, and he wonders what your older husband will make of them, when he sees you naked. If he sees you naked.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, doesn’t your husband take care of you? All closed up like a virgin?” He growls low in your ear. “Do you like having a younger guy, a boy, fuck you good like this, huh?” He thrust into you extra hard. “Fill you up over. And over.” He pushes himself all the way into you and then presses a little more. So deep.

You grind back against him showing him how fucking good he’s making you feel. “I don’t know, boy. I think you’re holding back. I think,” you pant, “you can fuck me better than this.”

Minho growls and tugs your head back by your hair. “Oh, you want me to really tear up your pussy, huh?”

He slides you down the wall so your ass pokes out further, and your back is curved just beautifully. “Just warning you. This might hurt, Noona.” He drapes your skirt over your back and slaps your ass cheek hard making you squeal. Again, his hand comes down. You didn’t know he could grip your hips any tighter than he is now, but he is. And then he truly slams into you.

The new angle has your eyes watering, crying even, and your hands flail around trying to find purchase on the wall in front of you. With every brutal thrust, you keep slipping, and your cheek scrapes against the rough bricks.

Minho feels like he’s lost control. He knows he is being rough. He knows it’s probably hurting you. But the sounds you’re making. They’re so guttural, raw, animalistic. He’s never heard a girl let go like this. They’d always been shy about sex noises. But here you are, out in the open and not giving a shit who might hear. It’s like you’re a wild woman who can’t be tamed. And fuck does he want to tame you.

He digs his teeth into his lip as he watches his cock emerge from your warmth, glistening in your arousal, and groans as he pushes it back inside. Over and over. Harder and harder.

His brow is sweaty, and you are struggling to keep your footing. But he’s so close to cumming that nothing is going to stop him. Minho grips a fistful of your hair and pulls you up so your back is against his chest and pushes you back into the wall again. “You gonna cum for me, Noona. Cum all over my cock?” He snakes a hand around to rub your swollen clit, making you tighten your grip on his cock.

Then he has the urge to do something he’s never done before. He attaches his teeth to your shoulder and bites down hard, drawing blood. A metallic taste fills his mouth. A scream escapes you, and you frantically fuck yourself back onto his cock and cumming hard.

Minho can’t hold on any longer, and cries out as he cums deep inside your pussy, grunting and growling as he fills you up.

You look an absolute mess when you stand up and smooth your dress down.

“Fuck.” Minho whistles under his breath. Your white dress is stained, your face has a graze on one cheek, and there’s a small trickle of blood on your shoulder where he’d bitten you. He knows you’re going to have bruised hips and cum leaking down your leg.

He really has fucked you up, and the satisfied grin on your face says you loved every second of it.

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A/n: I’m thinking of making this a little series of these two and their little meetings. Let me know if you want more.

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chqnverse · 3 months

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𖥻 sick baby

♡┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐐𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ; Lee Know

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 :: you’re sick and your lovely boyfriend takes care of you

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 :: sick reader, no proofreading :)

You’ve been sick since 2 days your fever won’t go down all you’ve been doing is laying in bed with multiple blankets and tea on your nightstand. You didn’t even text your boyfriend much because you’re asleep most of the thing which worried him which is why you suddenly woke up when you heard your front door open and slow footsteps coming towards your bedroom your fuzzy mind still wondering who it could be. Your blanket wrapped tightly around your shivering body when you heard the sweet voice of your boyfriend “why did you not tell me your sick baby?” he asked after sitting down on your bed right beside your shivering frame his arms pulling you closer to his warm body, you nuzzled your face in the familiar feeling of his body trying to seek more of his warmth before answering him “didn’t wanna worry you” you mumbled against his hoodie he just hums before getting up. You whine at the loss of his warmth which made Minho smile softly at you “where are you going” you pout trying to look angry but Minho only pats the top of your head “gonna make you some food you need to eat”.

Minho walked into your kitchen and started making you some soup while you waited patiently still snuggled up in your blankets, you didn’t notice that you fell asleep again until you heard Minho call out your name. He was carrying a bowl of soup and a cup of tea on a tray, you slowly sat up dragging your blankets with you. Minho puts the tray on your lap after making sure you’re comfortable. Minho sat down beside you softly rubbing your back as you ate talking to you in soft and low voice while telling you about his day while you just listened to him chuckling in between when he told you about the funny things that happened at dance practice. When you’re done you put the tray on your nightstand when you turn back Minho was already waiting for you to snuggle up in his arms again.

When you’re wrapped up in his arms again beneath your blanket to keep the heat inside your head on Minho’s chest listening to the steady beating of his heart while one of his hand plays with your hair as the other rubs your back in slow circles you feel him press a soft kiss on your head before falling asleep. The next morning you felt better thanks to your lovely boyfriend.

@gimmeurtmi here you go bub 🫶🏻

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taeminsung · 4 months

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── enchanted..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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3rachaslut · 8 months

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late night car sex with lee know

SMUT minors DNI !!!

warnings; dom!lee know & sub!fem reader, dirty talk, slapping, consensual !! kinda rough sex, oral fixation, gagging on fingers, choking, pet names (kitten, doll, babygirl etc) daddy kink, slight dumbification, degrading, praise if you squint. let me know if i’ve missed anything

(reader is wearing a dress and lipstick) xox

i cant stop thinking about car sex with lee know like it’s actually giving me brainrot

“But somebody might see..” you say cowardly, alertly scanning your surroundings from inside the car, straddling Lee Know’s hips in the drivers seat.

“I didn’t think you would mind too much baby girl, not after seeing how you put yourself on display for the other members tonight wearing this little number” Lee Know slyly comments, beginning to unzip your dress from behind you, trailing wet kisses all down your neck and collar bone. The moans you were letting out only encourages Lee Know to become rougher with you, marking you. His hands find the straps to your dress and pull them down, caressing his way down to your tits, your nipples getting hard as soon as they hit the cool air. He rubs across your sensitive nubs and you throw your head back in bliss.

“So pliable aren’t you kitten, look at you.” You feel the tent growing in Lee Know’s suit trousers underneath you and you begin to grind on top of him. Lee know scoffs. “Pathetic..” he says as you let out a whimper.

“Daddy...” you whine and his hands find your throat, squeezing hard and your mouth gapes open, your clit throbbing.

“Words kitten” he responds, glaring up at you through hooded eyes and a smirk on his face.

“Wan- you” You utter breathlessly, the grip on your throat only getting tighter and you felt yourself slipping further into subspace. Your absolute favourite place to be with Lee Know.

“Oh darling..” he whispers up at you and you feel your pussy getting wetter at his tone. His hands find his zipper and he is quick to undo his pants, shimmying them down a little along with his boxers. “You wanna ride daddy? hm?” he tilts his head at you and waits for you. The restraint of his hand around your neck only lets you reply with a long, desperate whine.

“Ride me then baby girl” He says, loosening the grip on your neck in order to let you position yourself on his cock, now fully hard at the sight of your beautiful figure on top of him.

“Hmm sir..” You mumble, feigning cautiousness.

“I said, ride. me.” Your eyes meet Lee Knows and he’s staring back at you with a daring glare. You absolutely loved this side of your boyfriend and feeling so at his will. “or did you not fucking hear me?” He grunted out the last few words as he pushed you down onto his cock, groaning as your pussy took him in entirely. You moaned at the amazing stretch his dick caused and you buried your head into his shoulder. You stilled on his cock as you adjusted to his size and he grabbed your chin, moving your face to look at him. “Grind kitten”

And you do, like a bitch in heat. Your eyes are locked to each others and your mouth falls open as his free hand finds it’s way under your dress to rub at your clit.

“No panties? Naughty slut” He swiftly slaps your face and you moan in response, the sting going straight to your pussy. His fingers find your mouth and you happily let them in, swirling your tongue around his digits desperately. “Such a whore” He says, shaking his head in faux disapproval. “So desperate for daddy’s dick? Gone fucking dumb on my cock like a real slut hm?”

“Mhm mhm” you quickly reply in desperation, all ability to form a coherent sentence lost. You gag as his fingers began to deepthroat your mouth, your body lurching forward slightly, his other hand still rubbing mercilessly on your cunt.

“Gooood girl” He coos as he continues to gag you on his fingers and you speed up your movements on his cock. He takes his spit covered fingers out of your mouth and wipes them on your lips, smearing your lipstick across your chin.

“C..close..sir” You utter and he begins rutting into you.

“Yeah? You gonna come on daddy’s cock baby? Good girl. Seeing you so dumb on my cock like this makes me wanna fucking ruin you doll” He says as he drills into you.

“Com..coming daddy! ahh!” you nearly scream out. Your pussy tightens around Lee Knows length and his thrusts begin to falter.

“Come with me kitten- fuck” Lee Know grunts. And you do. Both of you letting out swears and moans as you ride out your highs. You rest your forehead on Lee Knows as you breath in sync, catching your breath.

“My good girl” Lee Know says lovingly. He plants a soft kiss on your lips and you smile.

“I love you baby” You whisper.

“I love you too. Let’s go home angel”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #lee know x you #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know imagines #lee know oneshot

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httpdwaekki · 1 month

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fake texts w/ minho

ss: 7

warnings: the last one is a wee bit suggestive but barely LMAO

a/n: the first ss is inspired but this post. i'm probably gonna do a series of these with the rest of the boys. but these are really fun to do in between my ideas for written fics so i'll definitely do more hehe but anyway ! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

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mykoreanlove · 12 days

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“Snugglepuss, can I lay on your stomach?”

Minho was cuddled next to you on the couch, safe and sound under the heavy blanket.

“Snugglepuss?”, you asked confused. “The hell is that?”

Minho’s eyes lit up, proud to explain the new nickname he got for you.

“Babe, that’s self-explanatory. Snuggle because we love to cuddle and be close and puss because… you know.”, he smirked naughtily.

“Oh my god!”, you erupted in laughter. “Don’t ever call me that again!”

“What? Why not?!”, he asked offended.

“I don’t know Min, it just sounds wrong.”

“You’ll get used to it, Snugglepuss. So, can I lay on your stomach?”

He looked at you with big, expectant eyes – wanting to claim his favorite body part of yours.

“No, sorry.”

You turned around and faced the TV again, focusing on the drama you were watching.

Minho furrowed his brows, feeling rejected and not understanding why.

“Why though? Let me lay on your stomach, y/n. Please?”

You weren’t one to deny him any requests, after all you were head over heels in love with him. His character, ever so ambivalent, made you fall for him instantly. His dark, ominous side he showed to the world paired with his kind, affectionate side reserved for his special ones lured you in instantly.

“I just don’t feel like it, Min.”

Each word coming out of your pretty mouth confused him even more. He had laid his head on you multiple times – what had changed?

“Don’t you like it anymore, y/n?”

The hurt in his voice pained you, but you couldn’t explain to him what was going on. Minho had spent half of the day in the kitchen, preparing a feast for the both of you. His cooking resembled his fucking – mouth-watering, tasty and exquisite. The two of you had been eating for five, totally immersed in the savory flavors and textures.

“I do. Just not now.”

You shuffled under the blanket, folding your hands over your stomach. Minho dropped the topic, for now. He kept observing you, taking in every detail like a cat.

Your hands on your stomach, like a protective barrier.

The rumbling of your stomach, silent yet detectable.

The unwell look on your face, stealing the peaceful expression he usually saw.

It didn’t take him long to figure out the real reason, much to your discomfort.

“Y/N”, he said sternly.

You turned around and faced him, serious eyes piercing through you.

“You don’t want my head on your tummy because we just ate, is that it?”

Your face turned white.

“Did you not tolerate the food?”

“Min, no. Your food was exceptional, really. It’s just..”

“Tell me. Now.”

You sighed defeated.

“My organs are just working and processing, I guess. I don’t want your head near my stomach as long as it’s not safe.”, you explained embarrassed.

Your boyfriend erupted in laughter, filling the whole room with his maniac laugh.

“You’re afraid of farting in front of me. I can’t believe it.”

You clasped your hands in front of your face, too embarrassed to face him.

“Y/N”, Minho grabbed your hands and freed your face jokingly.

“You know I think it’s cute.”

“What is?”

“You being afraid of farting, babe.”

“Oh my god, can you stop saying that. Min, please.”, you whined.

“Farting baby. Farts. Farty fart. My farting baby. Fart for me?”

“Okay, okay, okay!”, you hastily covered his mouth while he was laughing his ass off.

Minho grabbed your hands again and kissed your knuckles tenderly, looking into your ashamed eyes.

“I don’t want you to be ashamed because of normal bodily functions, y/n. You fart. You poop. That’s how digestion works, baby. I’d be more worried if you didn’t do any of those things.”

You flinched at his words, not really knowing why.

Who had told you to be ashamed of those things?

“And also”, he continued kissing your hands. “You have to overcome this habit because I want us to last. To last forever, actually.”

Your eyes widened in surprise; this was the first time you heard him verbalizing that.

“Were you doing it secretly all this time?”

Minho chuckled as he watched your reddened cheeks, confirming his theory.

“Let me guess, all those stomach aches were also because of this?”

You looked down, feeling ashamed of yourself.

“Oh, sweet baby”, Minho’s thumb glided over your jaw, making you look up at him.

“I don’t want you to hide parts of yourself. Not for me. I want you to be yourself. Always.”

Your hand reached for his, squeezing lightly.

You weren’t the best at verbalizing your emotions, but he always understood you by your body, deciphering you like a book.

“I love you, Min.”

His features softened even more, looking at you fondly.

“Prove it.”, he commanded.

“Ugh, fine”, you sighed annoyed and repositioned yourself on the couch, pointing to your stomach.

“Lay on Snugglepuss’ tummy, then.”

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zeroeightzeroone · 4 months

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can't love you anymore - lee minho

genre: angst

pairings: non-idol!lee minho x gender neutral reader

warnings: one mention of alcohol

notes: if this looks familiar, it was originally posted to my secondary blog @zerothreetwentyfive so i'm republishing everything here on my main blog.

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minho: hey, i'm gonna be there later than we planned the senior coworkers invited me out for drinks, you know i can't risk saying no to them sorry baby

the messages left you feeling indifferent.

in all honesty, you didn't really care that he would be coming later than planned; considering that this wouldn't be the first time pre-organized plans needed to be postponed or cancelled. by either of you.

of course, the disappointment had set in the first couple of times but eventually, it happened so often that it was to be expected. whether it be on the day of or a couple of hours before, a text or call would be incoming to the other's phone: both methods contained an explanation followed by a short apology. a brief "that's okay" or something similar in response.

you: it's fine get here safely later

minho: thank you baby, i'll see you later

it's become glaringly obvious that both of you were increasingly growing tired of the half-hearted apologies and the effortless responses that followed.

minho: i love you

you: i love you too

sometimes you found yourself wondering when your relationship started to feel like a chore.

when did exchanging words of affection become a part of the routine?

the words "i'm sorry" and "i love you" felt like more of a formality, the appropriate and go-to response between you two. the significance the words once held only faded into obscurity. the hints of remorse and urge to reconcile were gone, the words of affection and dedication now devoid of any meaning, falling flat when uttered.

as usual, you choose to disregard those fleeting thoughts, using the hours before minho arrives to straighten out and clean up your apartment: throwing clothes into the washer and dryer, changing the sheets and cleaning whatever you saw fit.

at the same time you were trekking around through the unit looking for things to occupy yourself, minho found himself sitting in a grilled meat restaurant. the man seated surrounded by senior coworkers from different departments, the table full of a variety of meat cuts, side dishes and alcohol.

once all your household tasks are completed, you make your way into the living room and switch on the lights to illuminate the apartment unit. you settle down onto the couch, positioned next to the large windows, resting your cheek against your palm as you take in the view of the city.

the sky is slowly beginning to darken as the sun sets behind the skyline, your pointer finger tracing the droplets of rain trickling down the opposite side of the glass pane. the gentle pitter-patter of the raindrops and the pleasant aroma permeating through the crack of the opened window create a soothing environment within your apartment.

a series of soft vibrations captures your attention, drawing your gaze from the window to your phone. you pick it up from the couch armrest as the screen illuminates:

incoming call: minho

accepting the call, you bring the phone up to your ear.

"hello?" you speak into the microphone, "where are you?"

minho slips into the car and you hear the sound of rain-soaked cars and city chatter through his microphone. you catch a bit of his conversation with the cab driver before the door slams.

"i'm in a cab," he finally replies, another set of murmurs directed to the driver before his attention is back on you, "where are you?"

"i'm at home."

"okay, good. i told the driver to go there," minho's voice is dull, laced with exhaustion as he stares out the foggy windows of the taxi.

"are you sure?" you remove the phone from your ear, glancing at the time, "it's almost… 11pm, and it's raining like crazy outside."

"i'll be fine," minho brushes you off, "i'm already on the way."

suddenly you hear the man gasp.

"what? what's going on?"

minho's phone had dropped from his hold, landing next to him.

the impact had travelled through the microphone resulting in a thud on your end, followed by the sound of frantic movement. on the other end of the line, minho is patting down his coat, and his pants; focusing on the pocketed areas, before hurriedly flipping through his bag.

"shit," minho curses, "sir-"

"what's going on, minho?" you ask, even though he can't hear you.

the device is still resting next to him on the seat. your nosiness gets the best of you as you press the phone closer, as if that would help you hear any better.

"i'm so sorry but…" the rest of minho's sentence is inaudible, rendering you unable to decipher the conversation he's having with the driver.

you hear the car screech right before minho picks the phone up again, holding it up to his ear.

"what happened?" you wonder, brows knit together in confusion.

"i left my wallet at the bar," minho grumbles, "didn't realize 'till we drove away so we gotta go back.… hopefully it's still there."

minho whispers the last part to himself, running a frantic hand through his hair.

"anyway, i'll be there soon," he clears his throat.

an audible sigh leaves your lips and travels down the line, prompting minho to say:

"i'm sorry."

"hmm…?" you hum, "for what?"

"just–" he pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing, "everything..."

you're wracking your brain to think of what to respond to minho, the apology catching you off guard.

it felt different.

the way he apologized was different from before.

this time it had meaning and intention behind it. you understood what he meant by "everything" without the need of any further explanation.

"just… go home minho," you breath out, "get your wallet and go home."

you don't have to say anything else.

there's no need to stand firm on your word as minho doesn't ask if you're sure, he doesn't insist on coming over.

instead, the line falls quiet. neither of you utter a word or make a move to break the connection.

you both just sit on the line silently.

the air between you and minho is uncomfortable and suffocating. leading minho to think the cab driver's picked up on the tense atmosphere as he clears his throat, fingers tapping on the wheel.

what a perfect time to be caught in traffic.

much like your plans, the end had been postponed and cancelled countless times.

you hoped to salvage what once was but every kiss, hug, and touch became meaningless.

"oh, hey–" your voices are low, barely even whispers as you and minho choose to break the silence at the same time.

your faces burning up as you both stammer, pushing the other to speak first.

"sorry…you first," you whisper.

"no, no. you."

you're sitting with your knees drawn up to your chest. in the cab, minho sits with his legs spread, tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh. his eyes blink slowly in anticipation.

"i– uh… never mind."

"no, what is it?"

"i don't think we're in love anymore."

there it is.

that one sentence changes everything, saying everything you both needed to, no further explanation is needed.

you both sit on the line as the silence makes an appearance in the atmosphere once again, only this time it's different; it's still, comforting, void of the suffocating weight it once had a few moments ago.

meanwhile, the storm outside progressively gets worse as the minutes pass. inevitably, the rain picks up, leaving you both with those last moments of silence in each other's presence before the signal cuts off.

the connection was lost.

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jeongin-lvr · 4 months

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Thinking about Minho fucking you in the backseat of his car, the windows fogging up and the soft creaking of old hinges. The smell of soft almost suffocating as he pressed your pretty, tear stained face into the cushion of the seat; his hand holding the back of your neck down while the other reaches under your tummy so he can play with your cute swollen button. He relishes in the way you gasp, the way your hips jerk at the feeling.

And then afterwards he gets the two of you fast food as you sit in his hoodie in the passenger seat of the car with the biggest grin :3

#I’m just yapping atp #been in a Lino mood lately #skz lee know #lee know smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know oneshot

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softstraykidshours · 1 year

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silent cry

pairing: minho x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst, more fluff

summary: you've been stressed about studies and aren't acting like yourself, so minho decides that no amount of distance will keep him from checking on you.

length: 1.9k

warnings: reader is really stressed about school/tests and is overworking themselves

a/n: fic inspo (go check out @taeminsung their writing is amazing)

long distance is really hard, even for you and minho.

now for you, long distance isn't hard because you grow apart or because you move on. for you and minho, it's hard, because you both miss being close to each other. you're the textbook definition of "distance makes the heart grow fonder."

although you miss being near each other physically, long distance has probably brought you closer than ever emotionally. not being able to read the other's emotions like you can in person means you've become experts on communicating your feelings, thoughts, and emotions in mature ways. you talk about eeeeeverything, whether it be big life stuff like marriage and kids, or the smallest things like what coffee you ordered that morning at starbucks.

you're constantly spilling every little detail and thought to minho, which is why it was so strange when your texts went from novels about the dog you just walked past on your way to class to barely saying "hello" in the morning. minho felt like he had to work to get a conversation out of you. he knew you weren't lying to him, but he could immediately tell something was wrong.

which is why he secretly booked the next flight out once he had a break in his schedule.

he hops on the flight as worry seeps deeper and deeper into him until it feels like it's running through his bloodstream. he can't help the way he anxiously bounces his legs in the uber from the airport to your apartment, wondering if the driver could go any faster. he practically runs up the stairs to your apartment complex before he stops in his tracks at the door. minho has a key to your place even though you both live on basically the opposite sides of the country, but he realizes it might startle you if he just lets himself in. and seeing as how he already knows something's wrong, he doesn't want to stress you out. minho gently knocks on the door a few times.

you quietly walk your way over to the door, standing up on your tiptoes to peer through the peephole.

although you're excited to see minho, you're not excited for him to see you in this state. instead of gleefully opening the door like you would any other time he surprises you, you hesitantly unlock the door and slowly open it.

"hey!-" the smile on minho's face slowly drops as he scans the scene. your apartment looks disheveled with dirty dishes, empty coffee cups, and schoolwork scattered on practically every surface he can see. his eyes land on you, and he notices you're wearing his hoodie that you stole last time you visited him. he slightly smiles at this, but the smile doesn't last long when he sees your tear stained cheeks. your puffy eyes and nose indicate you must've been crying for hours.

you stare at each other for a moment before he sees your bottom lip start to quiver as tears well up in your eyes. he immediately drops his duffle bag and hurries over to you, taking you in his arms.

tears start pouring as you bury your head in his chest and wrap your arms around him, taking in his scent and warmth. he gently rubs your back. you continue to cry like this for what feels like hours before you finally pull away from him, trying to rub away to tear stain you made on his shirt.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, your breath still jagged.

"your texts got really withdrawn. you didn't seem like yourself, so i knew it had to be something serious, so i came out here to check on you," he states matter-of-factly, trying to keep his voice composed. it breaks his heart seeing you like this. he wishes he could protect you from all the stresses of the world, but he tries to stray strong for both of you.

suddenly he picks you up and carries you towards the bedroom.

“you didn't have to come all the way out here. i'm sorry i've been so weird in my texts, that's my bad,” you assure him.

“i did have to come out here, because i care about you, and i wanna make sure you're ok," he says as he gently lays you on bed. he crawls over to lay on the other side of you, pulling a fuzzy blanket over the top of you both. he scooches closer and wraps his arms around you so he's spooning you before placing a soft kiss on your temple. "now, tell me what's going on?"

“nothing. nothing’s wrong, everything is fine,” you respond, dodging the question.

he lets out a small chuckle. "you know that i did not fly all the way out here just for you to tell me nothing's wrong."

"i've...i've just been really stressed lately. that's all," you say, still not wanting to give him the full truth out of fear of crying again.

"stressed about what?" he inquires. you realize you can't just keep avoiding the question forever so you decide to just answer him.

“i’ve just been really stressed with classes lately,” you begin. “i have finals coming up, and all the studying is making me realize that maybe i haven’t retained as much as i thought. i've been studying for days and days and days, but i still find myself slipping up and forgetting things. i'm just worried i'm going to fail, and i'm starting to think this whole plan of going to school was a silly idea. i just kinda had a breakdown and started questioning if i should even be here.”

minho feels your breathing become unsteady again as you begin to choke back soft sobs.

"hey, hey, hey," he coos gently, running his fingers through your hair. “i'm sorry you've been so stressed. but you have to take a break, for your own sake. i promise you’ve retained more information than you think. each time you study, you’re absorbing the info. i’m sure the only reason it doesn’t feel like it is because you’re overworking yourself. your brain is so tired at this point that any studying you try and do will seem pointless, but that doesn’t mean you haven’t learned anything. you're very smart, you’re just exhausted. you need a break.”

"you're probably right," you concede.

"why didn't you tell me all of this on the phone? we tell each other everything," he asks, bringing you closer to him.

“i didn’t wanna bother you, you’ve been so busy with work,” you respond. you’re not very keen on telling people when something is wrong, preferring to bottle it up and deal with it yourself. this has never been the case when you’re with minho though. you feel safe coming to him, because he always knows the right things to do and say. still, you didn’t want to be a bother to him when you know he has his own stuff going on. “i should have told you though. i’m sorry. i didn't mean for you to come all this way.”

“you don’t have to apologize,” he says, once again stroking your hair lightly. “you also don't ever have to feel like you're bothering me. we're in this together, and that includes the hard times. even if you had told me, i still would have come out here to be with you, so don't feel bad about that. besides, i know you would do the same for me"

"mhm," is all you manage to get out in between sniffles.

"now," he begins. "let's take a break. i’ll run you a hot shower, then we can watch some netflix. after we’re all done relaxing, i can help you study one last time if it would make you feel better about everything. but we have to relax first. i promise you’re not going to fail. you’re following your dreams at the school you've always wanted to get into to, and i couldn’t be more proud of you.”

tears threaten to fall from your eyes once again, only this time it’s not because of stress. this time it’s because you can't believe how lucky you are to have minho in your life. you both look out for each other so well, and it always fills your heart with love and appreciation. you wiggle around so you're facing him.

“thank you,” you say, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

minho crawls out bed to stand up. he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, gently setting you down to sit on the counter as he turns on the water, making sure the temperature is just right. he gives you a kiss before leaving you to it.

he makes his way back to your room. he begins picking up and putting away the laundry that’s on your floor before taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen and placing them in the dishwasher. he carefully picks up the notes and books that are scattered around your place and sets them on your desk. after lighting your favorite candle, he picks out your comfiest set of pajama shorts along with another one of his shirts that you stole from him for you to change into after your shower. he turns on the tv in your bedroom and gets your favorite netflix show all queued up and ready to watch, and he brings your favorite snacks and sets them on the nightstand.

he hears the water in the shower turn off and runs to meet you. knocking on the door, he waits for a “come in” before entering. “here’s your towel, i put it in the dryer, so it was nice and warm when you got out.”

“that’s sweet, thank you,” you say with a big smile, taking the towel before he leaves the room again.

you finish drying off, wrap your towel around you, and go to your room. looking around at your apartment, your mouth drops open, noticing how he had taken the time to clean everything up.

“you really didn’t have to do all this,” you say as you slip into the clothes he set out for you.

“i know,” he begins. “but i wanted to. i thought it might help you feel a little better.”

“thank you,” you say with a smile, making your way closer to him before wrapping your arms around his neck. “i really do appreciate all of this. you’re the best.”

you place a long, soft kiss on his lips.

“you’re welcome,” he replies, resting his hands on your waist. “and i really am proud of you. you’re going to do amazing on your test. now…are you ready to relax a little more?”

you grin. “of course!”

minho climbs into bed first and guides you to rest between his legs, so your back is pressed against his chest. he presses play on the remote, and you get lost in the show almost immediately. you’re both so relaxed that you can feel your breathing sync up as minho’s chest rises and falls at the same rate as yours. he begins to trace small designs up and down your arms, feeling your muscles physically relax as you melt further into him. you two remain like this for what feels like an eternity.

“i love you, min” you say softly.

minho places a kiss on top of your head. “i love you, too.”

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Angels In Tibet

Symphony Smut Series Day 18: Amaarae's Angels in Tibet (Series Finale)

Lyric: I can give you more, bodies on the floor, just breathe, breathe

Pairings: Husband!Minho × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v sex, postpartum reader (dw my cousin said it's fine to do it after giving birth), dom!Minho, sub!reader, unprotected sex (just for them not for you), rough sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, swearing, mentions of pregnancy, Haneul (reader and Minho's baby) be chilling and sleeping in her cradle in the other room, we stan Haneul in this household.

A/N: Series ending everyone! And I'm ending it with who I started this series with, the love of my life Minho! Thank you so much for the support and love on this series everyone I had a shit ton of fun writing this! I've been planning this ever since I started writing on this site and now it's over wah. Let's see what else I have up my sleeve hehe

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

You loved your husband. Truly you did. You loved him for all the joy he gave you, for all that he cared for you and for the tiny little baby you just put to sleep in her cradle.

"She's so adorable." You cooed, staring with starry eyes at your sleeping baby, Haneul in the cradle. Minho's arm was wrapped somewhat protectively around your waist.

"And unusually calm." Minho strode you out of the room, "You know I thought a combination of both of us would be screaming her lungs off by now."

Breaking a laugh out of you, Minho leaned into your scent as be kissed your neck gently. It was already 9 pm, and even though he wouldn't have admitted it to Seungmin, he had been enjoying going to bed early nowadays. Especially with his arms wrapped around his beautiful wife.

"Minho?"

"Hmm?" Minho's answer came quickly, as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

"Do, do you ever think about having another one?"

Minho pondered on your question for some time, tapping his fingers slightly agaisnt your waist. "Would you want one?" He asked at last.

"Would it a sin to say I do?" You giggled.

"Why didn't you say so before?" Minho growled in your ear, before flipping you over onto the matress, so that you were facing him.

"How about a baby boy this time?"

For some time, he gazed intensely at your blushing face, committing each detail to memory, before he bent down and connected his lips to yours. You tentatively reciprocated his tender kisses, moving your mouth in ways that were unfamiliar yet exhilarating, and shutting your eyes slipped the ground away from your feet and made you feel like you were floating. He let go of one hand to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, which grew into him absentmindedly caressing your cheek like you were made of glass. Your neck tickled. Your ear burned. every single touch felt like fire on your skin. every kiss was slowly melting your body into mush, melding your body with his.

"Get down on your knees for me, that's a good girl." His voice was commanding, one that you hadn't heard for so long. Ever since he became a father, you hadn't heard that cocky tone. Perhaps it was the fact that he was aware of your tiredness or maybe he felt more responsible as a father. But oh it felt good to hear that voice again.

Your thumb lazily dragged on the tip of his cock, precum sticking to your finger as you did. “Is this making you feel good?" You asked him, mustering up the most seductive voice that you could as you leaned in and pressed your lips against his thighs. You wanted to do nothing more than to ease the worries that might be brewing inside of him.

"Ah fuck you're still good at it." He moaned

"Better be quiet if you don't want to wake Haneul up." His brows raised as the words came out your mouth, his surprise morphing into pleasure as your fingers traced on the thick veins of his dick.

You pressed open mouthed kisses on his shaft, making your way up as you left one on the tip. you gave it a small kitten lick, hearing him let out a small groan as you continued to tease him. "Kitten please-" he requested of you, a smile forming on your face as you heard the sheer desperation in his voice. You'd been planning on teasing him for much longer, but you decided to concede and give in to his desires. Your lips were covered in your own drool as you started to suck him off, spit covering every surface that your mouth could reach. His hand came to the back of your head as he held you in place, his chest heaving with every swirl of your tongue.

Your cheeks hollowed as you struggled to fit him in your mouth, the sheer length and width of him making it hard for you to do so. He didn't seem to mind though, not with the way that your hand compensated for what your mouth couldn't reach. Your head bobbed up and down of what you could fit in your mouth, your tongue running across the thick veins along the sides. The hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock slightly tightened as you jerked him off before moving to cup his balls. "Don't stop, I'm almost there," he sounded so needy as he asked you for that simple request, almost like he needed the euphoric release.

His thighs began to tremble as his orgasm slowly approached him, shaky breaths becoming louder. "Right there, don't stop," he practically groaned out, his head leaned back as the sensation of your mouth filled him with utter bliss. You kept the same pace that you'd been going at, working him through his orgasm before ropes of cum shot into your mouth. Your tongue flattened out against the tip of his cock, eager to taste him in any way that was possible. Some of it dribbled down your chin as you closed your mouth to swallow the liquid, the slightly salty taste of it remaining on your tongue as a memory of what just happened.

"Im surprised your mouth could still handle that." Minho chuckled, raising you upto his level and flipping you onto the mattress. "Practice makes a woman perfect." You replied, feeling his lips touch your neck.

"At sucking dick?" Minho laughed quietly, "What have you been having practice with?"

Minho strokes his cock a few times with his hand. No matter how many times he had fucked you, no matter how long he had prepared you for, it’s always a stretch. He’s so big that he fills you completely, the head of his cock pressing against that spot inside of you perfectly. He parts your walls around him, an almost painful stretch.

Minho keeps a hand on your hip, using it as leverage as he pulls out and drives himself into you. He keeps a desperate, brutal pace, bottoming out with every thrust. The curve of his cock has him rubbing against your walls, pressing into your g-spot with every shift of his hips. His balls smack against your pussy, shining with your juices.

Minho's hand digs in hard enough to bruise, the other reaching around to rub your clit. “So tight,” he groans, “ It's like your pussy never wanted me to it.”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” Minho grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His beautiful eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Minho doesn’t say anything else and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This what you wanted kitten?” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“Look at me,” Minho cooed. You had no choice but to pry your eyes open and look at the disheveled state of the man who had made you a mother. “Keep looking at me when I fuck another baby into you.”

You had to use your last amount of strength to keep your eyes open, losing all control of the noises coming out of your mouth. Both of you were glad that his hand was clamped over your mouth. You tried to hold back your orgasm just a little bit, something you did often in these scenarios, you wanted to hold on just a little bit longer.

“Cum for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good- I want everyone to know whose you are kitten.” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “ah fuck kitten, ready to be a mother of two?”

“Minho, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”

“I’m cumming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Minho…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

The snap of Minho's hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.

“Fuck…!” Minho curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. Minho shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.

Breathing heavily and holding each other close to each other, Minho stayed in you for a while before pulling out and falling onto his back next to you. He stayed like that for a while before getting up and getting a towel. Minho cleaned you up in silence and once he did, pulled you into his arms.

Still breathing heavily, Minho rubbed circles onto your back to calm you down, which had its effect.

"You think it took?" You asked him with a breathy giggle, melting into his familiar warmth like ice cream on a hot day.

Minho replied with chuckle, "If it did, get ready for another 9 months of no dick."

"We can check tomorrow." You shot back, "I'm surprised Haneul still didn't wake up, that's the calmest baby I've seen."

"We'll make sure the next one is louder." Minho chuckled, as both of you fell warm asleep under the blankets, silently grateful to have each other wrapped in sweet harmony.

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weareapackofstrays · 3 months

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Great Escape

Genre: Non Idol au, Angst, Smut

Pairing: Minho x Fem!Reader, Bang Chan featured (referred to as Chris)

Warnings: Extramarital affair (Reader is the cheater. Cheating is never the answer, please don't do this!), Oral (Male receiving), Gagging, Death of a loved one mentioned, unprotected sex, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: 4,985

Summary: After an argument with your husband, you seek solace at a nearby bar and in its bartender.

2024

I think we made a mistake.

Your husband’s voice echoes in your mind while you replay the argument you just had. Without a word you left your apartment, bag in hand without a destination. It didn’t matter where you went. You just needed out. Needed to escape. To finally breathe. You wander aimlessly until the blinking neon of an open sign lures you in. A chime rings above your head as you push open a door. You find the nearest barstool and take a seat while you stare ahead in a daze. The bartender takes notice of you. He can tell you seem frazzled, but gets taken away by a customer before he can reach you.

It's a quiet Tuesday night. They aren’t very busy. You hear the clinks of ice in glasses and the quiet hum of intimate conversations around you. The lights are dim, basking the large space into a romantic glow. Your eyes focus on the wall of liquor bottles in front of you, getting further lost in thought. I think we made a mistake.

Minho, the bartender, approaches you cautiously.

“Can I get you a drink?” You continue to stare in front of you.

“Ma’am?” You blink a few times before turning to face the bartender. You look around and realize where you are.

“Oh, um, sure.”

“What would you like?” You notice a menu to your right. You're not much of a drinker so the ingredients to the house drinks are unfamiliar. Minho notices your confusion.

“We have food too.”

“Can I actually just get a jack and coke?” He smiles and nods.

“Sure.” Minho turns to leave.

You lean over the counter and reach out to stop him. “Excuse me,” he looks back at you, raising an eyebrow indicating you had his attention.

“Sorry, can you make it more coke than jack? I’m not a huge liquor drinker.”

“We have beer or wine if you would prefer that?”

“No, I don’t really like them either.” He chuckles.

“Ma’am, you know we’re in a bar, right?” Your eyes crinkle and you smile for the first time today.

“So we are. Jack and coke is fine. Can you actually put a cherry in it?”

“You got it, ma’am.” You wince.

“Y/n. Please call me, Y/n.” He nods.

“I’m Minho.” He walks to the other end of the bar to make your drink. You look around at the patrons. There is only one other person at the bar. The man nods at you and you nod back. The stranger knocks back his drink and grabs a few nuts from a bowl on the counter. He turns his attention to the game on the tv in front of him. You rotate in your chair and see a few couples or friends sitting in the booths. The bar has a modern speakeasy interior. It’s cozy. You had walked past it many times on your way to and from work, but never stepped inside.

Minho walks back and places a napkin in front of you followed by your drink. He leans over the bar a little and whispers, “I put in two cherries for you. But don’t tell anyone.” He winks and tends to the other man at the bar. You look into your glass and see two cherries speared by a toothpick and smile. You pop one into your mouth and let the second remain in the drink to soak up the alcohol and cola. You sip your drink and are pleased that it’s not too strong. Minho looks over at you gauging if he used a ratio to your liking. You take notice and nod. He gives you a smile in return.

You watch him as he wipes down the counter. He is wearing black dress pants and a button up shirt. A satin black tie complimenting the rest of his fit rests a little loosely around his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to just below his elbows and you take notice of the veins and muscle while he dries some tumbler glasses. Minho feels your gaze and looks in your direction. You look away quickly and stare into your drink, cursing yourself. The tips of his ears turn red, pleased by your attention. After a few more drinks Minho tries to think of excuses to talk to you.

“Is there anything else you want?” He places his palms on the bar counter in front of you giving you a better view of his healthy vascular system. You swallow the cold liquid with a gulp as you look up at him wide eyed. His deep brown eyes, almost black due to the atmospheric lighting, make your heart drum. Your eyes shift down to his cupid’s bow before finally landing on his lips. He’s truly beautiful and his lips look delicious. Looking away, you shake your head banishing your thoughts of him. He moves in the direction of your gaze to capture your attention again.

“Are you doing okay?”

You let out a breathy laugh before meeting his gaze again. “That obvious, huh?”

“Sorry, it’s just you seem a bit…lost?” He’s not wrong.

“Yeah, I think I might be.”

“Anything I can help with?” You sigh. Before you know it, you're confiding in Minho, revealing your earlier argument with your husband.

“I feel like I’m trapped. I don't even know who I am anymore and I will never know if I stay. I completely lost myself in this relationship.” Minho makes you another drink as your lips continue to loosen.

“I gave up on things in my life, my career for him. It’s not his fault though. Chris didn't make me do it or anything like that. I let this happen. I am to blame.” You rub your temples as Minho absorbs your words.

“Have you only recently realized you felt this way?” he asks.

“No, I think I started to feel this way a year into our relationship actually.” It was the first time you admitted that out loud.

“I know it’s not my place to ask, but if you’ve felt this way long before getting married, why did you?”

2021

“It’s time to say goodbye.” You hear and feel your heart shatter at the sound of your Mother’s devastated voice. Your boyfriend, Chris, takes hold of you and leads you to the car. The car ride to your childhood home is completely silent. The thirty minute drive feels like an eternity and you worry you’ll be too late.

When you finally arrive, you make your way upstairs to find your entire family gathered around your father’s bedside. Your mother had turned their bedroom into a makeshift hospice for him so he wouldn’t be alone at the hospital. You run to your father’s side. His large, bruised hand grasps yours. It feels cold. He’s wearing an oxygen mask making it difficult to hear him so you just tell him you love him repeatedly. Tears blind your vision as a man walks into the room to introduce himself. A chaplain. While your father grew up Catholic he wasn’t necessarily a religious man, but nearing the end he sought peace in the man’s prayers. You felt like you were floating in another dimension. Your siblings took to your side to be closer to him while the chaplain read your father’s last rites. You sobbed into his hand completely in shock. Chris stood beside you. His hand gently grips your shoulder. He wanted to make sure you knew he was there in case you needed him.

The chaplain was talking loudly to your father asking if there was anything else he needed. Your father points to you then to Chris. You don’t understand at first, but soon realize your father wants the two of you to marry. Unbeknownst to you at the time, Chris had swung by your parents home the previous day asking for their blessing once he knew your father wasn’t getting any better. You felt blindsided. Chris seemed more calm than you, but you still asked him if he was okay with this. He nodded his head and you decided to proceed, if only to help your father. You honestly don’t remember anything that was said. All you could think about was your father’s hand in your right and Chris’s in your left and how unbelievably devastated you were.

Did you want to marry Chris? Was this the right thing to do? Your father passed in peace thinking you were finally settled. You were anything but.

2024

You push away the memory of losing your father and continue telling your story.

“We got married kind of quickly, thinking it was the natural next step I guess.” Minho nods while listening intently.

“But maybe we were being selfish. Maybe we were both just scared of being alone.”

“It happens more often than it should.” You hum in agreement. “Do you have any kids?”

You swirl the remaining amber brown liquid mix in your glass. The melting ice clinking together.

“No, his job often keeps him busy. He’s still really focused on growing his career and doesn’t feel ready anymore. I don’t think he’ll ever want kids now.”

2017

Chris was making great strides at work, rising quickly. He felt he was at the cusp of success. The two of you had been dating for 10 months when you got into a small disagreement. It was going to be your first Valentine’s day together. Maybe it was childish, but you loved celebrating milestones together and always went above and beyond planning fun things to do each time. This relationship felt different from any you had before. Chris was special. A week before Valentine’s day, while you stood in line to get donuts, he casually mentioned you would have to spend the weekend alone as he was going to the beach to help a friend with a project. It was an exciting opportunity for him, but you pouted and got teary eyed at the thought of not getting to spend V-day together. Chris rushed you to the car to avoid a scene. It hurt your feelings and he eventually gave in. However, he looked at you seriously and warned you that if you ever got in the way of a job opportunity again, he was going to pick his career over his personal life. You understood where he came from, but it still stuck with you.

2024

“Do you want kids?”

“I do…I did.I gave up asking and eventually gave up on the idea altogether.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Like you said, it happens.”

“Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to live with it.” Minho feels his heart hurt for you. You weren’t the first broken heart to wander into this bar, but you were the first to capture him. “Did you ever tell him how you feel?” he wonders.

“I suppose I should have, but instead it was another brick I placed on my wall of avoidance I had been building since the start of our relationship. Now it’s too high to even climb over.”

“You want to leave him.” It sounds like a statement rather than a question. Minho wipes the wet spot underneath your glass absentmindedly while you take the final sip of your drink. As he takes the finished glass from your hand, your fingers accidentally touch making both your hearts flutter.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be spilling my guts to you like this.”

“I’m a bartender. We’re basically therapists.” You both laugh.

“What do I owe you for this session then?” He lets out a breathy snort and smirks. He places your discarded glass into the sink then turns to face you, arms crossed as he leans back against the opposite counter.

“I can think of a few things.” Your middle tightens, unsure if that comment was meant to sound flirtatious or not. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. The both of you stare deeply into each other’s eyes. Unspoken words being exchanged. Minho breaks contact first and leaves to step inside an office near the bar to grab something.

To distract yourself, you reach into your bag and grab your phone. No missed calls or texts from Chris. The time reads 11:55pm. Minho returns to clear off the booth tables.

“I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“You’re fine, we close at midnight anyways.” There is no one left in the bar.

“Is it just you here closing up?” You ask as he turns off the open sign. Minho walks over to the counter and sits in the bar stool next to yours.

“Just me.” A piece of hair from your loose, clipped bun falls in front of your face. Minho reaches over and tucks it behind your ear. You feel his fingertips lightly touch the shell of your ear and you shiver. He notices your reaction alighting a spark within him, but remains stone faced. As if tucking the hair behind a stranger’s ear wasn’t an intimate act. His fingers graze your shoulder as he returns his hand to his side. The room looks a little hazy, but you’re not completely drunk.

He rests his arm on the bar mirroring yours. His fingers landing millimeters from yours. Minho couldn’t help himself. He knew it was wrong. He was looking right at your wedding band, but he wanted you. Minho didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with the patrons here, but the moment you walked into the bar, dark hair mussed, round kissable lips in a permanent pout, he was a goner. He didn’t know you outside of what you had revealed. It didn’t matter because Minho knew if you let him in, he would fall for you. Taking his chance, he moves closer to you. His face now an inch from yours.

“Minho,” you whisper. You place a hand to his chest instinctively. He closes his eyes as the two of you exchange breaths. When he opens them he sees you haven’t moved away or pushed him away. He’s offering you an out and you want to take it. Minho closes the distance and places his warm lips against yours. Your eyes widen at the connection, but you can’t deny the spark that jolts down your body sending pleasure to your core. He places his hand on the side of your neck, resting his thumb on your jawline. You feel yourself melt into his touch and tilt your head to the side to let him in further. Minho takes the hint and opens his mouth pushing his tongue in to meet yours. Your tongue is cold and he can taste the jack and coke on it. He swipes the inside of your mouth collecting the flavors and moans. You wrap your arms around him and pull each other closer together. His other hand finds your waist and brings you between his legs.

Minho finally separates from your desperate kiss, still cradling your face. He looks into your eyes and knows what you want. He stands, taking your hand and guides you into the open office. He closes the door behind you and you're surrounded by darkness. You stand and wait for your eyes to adjust. You reach your arms out to search for him. Before reaching you, he hesitates momentarily. When you take another step near him he reciprocates. His hands travel up your arms lightly until they find your hair. He unclips it, letting your long locks fall. He burrows himself into your neck and inhales. The sensation tickling you. You smell of bananas and coconut. Delicious, he thinks. He nips at your skin and you finally let out the whimper you’d been holding back. Every cell in your body is aware of him. Each touch is an echo, reverberating intense pleasure throughout. You can’t remember the last time you were this aroused. You want to feel guilty, you know you should, but you don’t stop. Instead, you reach for Minho's tie to loosen it.

He places his lips on yours and continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. After discarding his tie you work quickly on his shirt buttons. Impatience taking over, he helps you and throws it off. You take your fingers and scratch down his pecs to his navel. He shivers under your fingertips and you smile into his kiss. Finally feeling his solid body your arousal starts to pool in your panties. You rub your thighs together. Minho reaches a hand down to provide relief. He tries to push the skirt of your pencil dress up, but it’s too fitted. You chuckle and turn around in his arms, his hands hovering.

“Take it off,” you command. He finds the zipper and undresses you. Cool air hits your body as the dress falls to the floor. Your nipples harden at the exposure. You turn back around and grab at Minho's belt. After removing the rest of his clothes with the exception of his briefs, you take hold of his arms and place him against the wall. You start to kiss down his neck, his chest. You swipe your tongue across one of his nipples and you can feel the goosebumps spread through his body. Traveling further down until you're on your knees, you graze your top lip on the edge of his briefs. His stomach tightens and he places a hand under your chin. Minho tilts your head up to face him. You can’t fully see him, but you can feel his serious gaze.

“Are you sure you want this? We can stop. I don’t want you to regret anything.” You press your check into his palm and nod.

“I want this. So badly.” He releases your chin and you reach for his briefs. You pull them down releasing his hardened cock. His shaft is soft and warm in your hand. Two thick veins run from his head to the base. You slowly stroke up and down before finally giving him a lick. He lets out a beautiful strangled moan and you feel the liquid courage hit you. You continue to lick and kiss up and down his cock for better lubrication for your grip. You blow a cold breath on his tip and he moans. Minho is putty in your hands and it frightens him how easily you affect him.

“Kitten, please, I can’t take the teasing,” he pleads. You're unsure where the nickname came from, but you don’t mind it. After tracing your lips with his tip you finally put him in your mouth.

“F-ffuck, baby.” Minho is worried he isn’t going to last long if you keep this up. You suck him in until he’s hitting the back of your throat and you gag. He brushes his fingers into your hair and takes a tight hold. You release him with a pop, momentarily.

“Fuck my mouth, Minho.” He doesn’t question you and pushes his cock all the way in again, immediately rutting into you. Each thrust makes you gag until you're crying on his cock.

“You’re so fucking hot, Kitten. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop,” he whines. You feel filthy, but it only turns you on. He makes you feel wanted, sexy. Minho knows he is getting close to coming so he pulls out. He brings you up and reaches around your body to unhook your bra. He grazes his thumb over your nipple teasingly then bends down to suck and bite. You hiss with pleasure.

“More, please!” You cry. Minho reaches down and slides his fingers into your panties. He feels how wet you are and releases another groan.

“Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you,” he says as he walks you to the desk. He resumes his ministrations and nudges your nose for a reply, but you’re too focused on how good his fingers feel against your clit. You begin to breathe heavily as your desire grows.

“Answer me.” His tone is deep and commanding.

“Yes, fuck me, please fuck me, Minho. I need you inside of me.” You grab him to bring him closer. He removes his hand and licks your wetness purring at the taste.

“When?”

“W-when what?” You stutter as you watch him suck his fingers clean.

“When did you know you wanted me?”

“The moment our eyes met,” you say without hesitation. His heart beats faster and he wonders if you can hear it.

“I knew the moment you walked in,” he says back. You pull him into a kiss while he removes your panties and his briefs. His hands roam your naked form and he can’t believe you're real. Minho is starting to salivate.

“Shit,” he whispers angrily.

“What is it?”

“Um, I don’t have a condom.” You take hold of his cock rubbing it against your folds. He closes his eyes and bites his lip.

“Fuck, kitten!”

“I don’t care. I just need you.” Minho grabs hold of your thighs just below your ass and lifts you up onto the desk to sit. As he guides his cock inside you, you tighten your legs around him pushing him further in.

“Ahh, baby, yes!” He shouts once he bottoms out. You feel a slight burn before it quickly turns to pleasure as he starts to slowly move. Minho connects his lips to yours as you swallow each other's moans.

“You feel so amazing, kitten. Like you were made for me.” You had forgotten how fun sex with a stranger could be.

“Faster,” you beg. “Harder!”

Minho reaches a hand down and pinches your clit as his pace quickens. He’s fucking you so deep you start shouting his name.

“Say it louder, baby.”

“Minho, ahh, M-Minho, yes!” Explicit sounds of skin slapping and wetness surround the two of you as you fall further into ecstasy. Minho makes the prettiest sounds as he grows closer to his own orgasm. It only turns you on further as your hands caress and knead every inch of him. Minho’s cock is repeatedly kissing your delicious spot perfectly sending shivers through your entire body. You wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly to be as close as possible to him. Your mouth rests at his ear. Your cries filling his brain. Reaching your high, your body convulses as you finish riding out your orgasm. Your lips suck and lick his ear lobe. Feeling your wetness surround him, Minho lets out a final grunt and comes inside you. The warmth of him reaching every corner within you. You can feel tears prick the back of your eyes. Not from sadness, but from the relief of your release. You know what your heart wants now. While you blink back the tears, Minho lets go of your legs and places you back on the ground, literally and figuratively. Your legs wobble a little so he holds you up until you're steady. He brings you into his arms, holding you and you're quite taken aback by the sweetness of his hug. You rub your hand through his hair and down his back. He places kisses all over your face and you giggle.

Minho doesn’t want to let you go, but he knows he has to. You feel him hesitate, but he finally releases his arms from around you, allowing you to get dressed. Once your bra and underwear are back on he searches for the light switch. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness, but once they do you see Minho is completely naked. You stare at him in awe. He’s as beautiful as you imagined. Why on earth did he want you? You continue to watch him while he pulls his briefs on, followed by his pants. He leaves his belt unbuckled.

You turn your back to Minho once you slide your dress on.

“Can you help me?” you ask. Minho walks over to you and places a hand on your waist. His other hand takes hold of your zipper. He watches as your bare skin disappears with the rise of the zipper. He seals your dress with a soft kiss to your nape. You smile at the intimate gesture. You turn around and thank him. His eyes search yours expectantly, but he can only see sadness.

“I should go.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Y/n?” Your name sounds foreign leaving his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Can I see you again?” Minho is pretty sure he knows what your answer will be, but he falsely hopes. You look down to think. “I know you're married. I know it’s complicated, but-” You place a finger against his lips, cutting him off. You shake your head.

“Minho, you don't need to inherit my mess.” His brow furrows while you can see him work out other options. You gently smooth out his forehead then cup his face. You place a peck on his lips. Minho melts into your kiss, deepening it as he knows it will be your last. You force yourself to pull away from Minho and walk out the office. He trails behind you as you grab your things. You turn to him to look into his beautiful brown eyes one more time.

“Thank you, Minho.” You blow him an air kiss and walk out the door.

Minho watches you leave. His heart is utterly shattered. He wants to shout. He wants to chase after you, but he knows he shouldn’t so he doesn’t. Instead he watches you disappear from his life as quickly as you entered it.

Your key hovers before the door knob while you work up the courage to go inside. Taking a deep breath, you push the key in and unlock your front door. You find Chris sitting on the couch in darkness so you turn the living room lamp on, illuminating his face in warm light. His eyes look heavy and bloodshot, as if he’s been crying. He had been. Chris knows you're there, but he doesn’t want to face you. Not yet. You walk further into the living room, but keep your distance.

“Chris?” he doesn’t respond. “I’m so sorry.” That grabs his attention as he looks in your direction. He notices you look a little more disheveled than you were before you left him. You're looking at your feet knowing you need to come clean. The two of you broke a long time ago. You were never going to repair this and it was time to face it.

“I…I slept with someone.” Chris doesn’t even react. He just faces forward again. He doesn’t know if you mean just now or in the past. It doesn’t really matter.

“I was just hurting so much and for a few short minutes I didn't feel any pain for the first time in years.” His lack of reaction hurts. You know you don’t deserve to feel that way, but you do. He’s still not engaging so you continue. “I can’t go on like this. I can’t keep pretending.” You step in front of him so he can’t avoid you. He still won’t meet your eyes, but he finally speaks.

“What did I do wrong? When did it all go so wrong?” You seriously ponder his question and struggle to reach an answer, but you try.

“I’m not sure if there was a specific moment. It feels more like it’s been piling up gradually. We just don’t have the same goals anymore.” You let out a shaky breath. “And I realized too late what I wanted.”

“And it’s not me?” You’re unable to answer his question. You refuse.

“I am so sorry, Chris.” It’s all you can think to say.

“Deep down I knew we were broken. I’ve known for a long time,” he confesses. Tears threaten to escape you, but you look up hoping they’ll go away.

“I should have talked to you. After dad died…I should have asked for help, but I was too afraid. You threw yourself into work and I just felt like a burden.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he says emotionlessly. His tone frightens you a little. You crouch down in front of him and look up. Chris looks into your eyes and finally sees you. Sees how tired you are. How sad. His hands rest on his knees. You place a hand on top of his and he closes his eyes at your touch. It felt foreign and familiar all at once. He wanted to grab hold of you and push you away. Sensing his internal struggle, you remove your hand and get up.

“I think I should go stay with my mom until we get things sorted.” He nods.

You head upstairs to pack an overnight bag. Chris leans forward and places his head in his hands. He wants to cry, but he wasn’t sure if there were any tears left. His ring captures his attention and twirls it between his fingers mindlessly. You come downstairs and stand before him to say goodbye. His body acts before his brain and he pulls you into him. You’re surprised as he slots you between his knees and places his head against your waist. He takes in a deep breath then exhales an unexpected sob. Turns out he still had a few tears to shed. Your own tears shortly follow falling down your face. Hands shaking, you brush through his dark curls one final time memorizing their softness. You love him. You always will, but what was left for either of you staying together? With the last of your strength, you remove yourself from his grasp and grab your bag. He can hear the sound of metal touching the side table next to him followed by the closing of your shared home’s front door. Chris looks over and sees your wedding band abandoned. He remains frozen for the rest of the night engulfed by the traces of your scent left behind.

A/N: Sorry for the lengthy one shot. Wrote this one kind of quickly so there may be some spelling errors. Also, major apologies to Chris. I just needed to pick someone and he seemed to fit for the husband role. This is a fictional version of Chris. No one is really breaking his heart irl (I hope!). Gonna go watch fluffy Chris videos now.

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