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ch4nb4ng · 11 months

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Give it to me Straight

Pairing: Minho x afab!reader

Genre: Best friend's forbidden older brother

Word Count: 9.1 k (yeah we got carried away once again)

Warnings: Based off of inspo (here) and (here) that is also literally porn so dont click if u dont want to see you have been warned.

Also contains: smut, worshipping, angst, mentions of alcohol and intoxication, fingering (f receiving), kissing, penetration, lots and lots of praise, semi soft smut

Notes: HEY!! this is a fic i wrote hald of last year and just forgot about it and found and decided to finish it, hope oyu enjoy !!

Summary: You had enough of your best friend brother, Minho, giving you mixed signals as you grew up, but this. This was the night that you were finally going to do something about it

The night was pretty much over, or well, it should have been. But here you were, sitting on the floor of a random person’s apartment, giggling over and over as you looked at the other 8 people also sitting down in a circle next to you. There were your friends, Sana and Hyunjin, and there were the others. Actually, quite frankly, you did not know these people until tonight. There was one person that was there, that you did know, all too well.

Minho, Lee Minho. Friend, foe? You weren’t sure what to call him, but all you knew was that you were grinding on him in the club an hour ago, hands roaming across your body, lips, teeth on your neck. It was fun, one shot after another had your mind racing, thinking about the possibilities of what could happen after you went home, with him. What wasn’t helpful was the guilt that came with such excitement.

“Fuck okay,” the stranger yelled, clapping his hands before swinging them, taking the empty vodka bottle off the kitchen bench, “let’s play a good ole fashion game of spin the bottle. Who’s in?”

“Me me me!”

The small crowd cheered in unison, but all you could do was stare at him. More guilt, more excitement, more adrenaline. The thought of kissing him did nothing but intensify the want, the need, the desire to. Wanting to hook up with your best friend’s older brother was the worst thing that you could want at this very moment.

The relationship with Minho was always strange and never straightforward. Even from the first time the two of you met. Your best friend of almost 10 years since you had been in elementary school, he was just different towards you. When you were younger, all he did was pick on you. The short scrawny boy, only a couple of years older than you. Would always chase you around the school yard, always until you fell over, or hurt yourself in some kind of way. You hated him, and had no idea why he always picked on you specifically.

It changed in middle school, however, after puberty, well, more for him. His face changed, grew taller, much more attractive in your 14 year old eyes. You denied it though, remembering how cruel he was to you. Not much changed personality wise, he was still mean. Picking on you, your grades, his sister, her grades. He was ruthless, and it made you hate him even more. Minho’s looks were easy to overlook when everything that came out of his mouth was rubbish.

It wasn’t until he left for college, and came back for summer after finishing his first year, did things change. He had grown even taller, started working out, and had joined his college’s dance team. Holy fuck did things became different. His smile beamed as soon as he walked in and you in his house, sitting at the kitchen bench.

***

“Y/n?”

You turned around, jaw dropping the moment you laid your eyes on him. He dropped everything, fast walking towards you as he picked you up, spinning you around with a large chuckle erupting from his chest. He put you down, eyes doing a quick check up and down your body before biting down on his bottom lip.

“Minho?”

“Wow, you look, really, really good.”

His stance was close, almost lingering over you, that was, until your best friend walked in, causing him to step away, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked to the fridge so nonchalantly. Your friend gave you a weird look, mouthing a ‘sorry,’ solely for his presence in the room. They never were that close.

“I forgot to tell you that he got back a few days ago and is going to be here for the summer.”

“That’s okay,” you scoffed, overexaggerated manner, “why would you need to tell me that.”

“Because I know how he can be,” she whispered, “rude, mean, very obnoxious and super, super arrogant.”

The second half of her sentence was louder, looking straight at him to make sure she knew. You just laughed, nervously, unsure how to take in the interaction.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she sighed, “please don’t bully my only friend while I’m gone.”

The man rolled his eyes, laughing as he took a large gulp from his water bottle. He walked forward, waiting for her to leave before reassessing his position. His hands leaned against the bench, body pushing forward as he leaned towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips as he looked down at you.

“I have to go, meeting a friend at the gym, but it was really, really good to see you. We should hang out sometimes if you’re free, you know, without her?”

“We should?”

“Yes,” he smirked, biting down on his bottom lip, “definitely.”

***

“Okay,” the stranger announced to himself, “I’ll go first.”

The game felt like torture. Simply watching the bottle, casting your eyes on what seemed to be an infinite amount of times, spinning on an axis. It didn’t help you at all. If anything, it intensified how dizzy you truly were feeling. Concentration was getting harder, but you refused. Refused to give up anything. You did not want to prove Minho’s point. That you would always be this little girl that is easy to pick on.

“Oh my god,” Hyunjin nudged you, “Y/n, psst, the bottle is on you.”

His knock cloaked you out of your drunken daze, bringing some sobriety back as he pointed towards the bottle, eyes opening when you saw it land on you. You looked up, seeing the stranger was already there. He was attractive, short black hair, hazel eyes, freckles. He was really cute, and your brain melted the longer he gazed at you.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you whispered, hand in front of your mouth as you giggled at his proximity. You didn’t have to look. The feeling of a pair of eyes burning into the side of your head was more than enough to know who had their eyes on you, and who didn’t. Chan did not, already ditching the game and sloppily making out with the person next to him. Hyunjin followed in pursuit, and Jisung and Sana, well, that was another story, a long time coming. The glance was brief, not long enough to focus on anybody, but well enough to know your surroundings. Enough to see the girl, who looked very familiar, but not enough to be identified by name, whisk her fingers across his inner thigh. He stayed still, not paying any mind to her as he fixated on you. The man joined in the staring contest, noticing Minho’s obviously unimpressed glare.

He swung his head back in your direction, pushing his body weight on you in the slightest. You followed, back now adjacent to the floor as he leaned over, lips hovering over your own. You brought your index finger to his lips, curious to know more about the man before he kissed you.

“Wait.”

“Is something wrong?” His facial expression changed, unsure as to why or what made you hesitate.

“Oh, no,” you giggled, full of giddyness and intoxication, “your name. I just wanted to know your name before we, well, you know.”

The man smirked, cupping your face in adoration as he leaned closer, lips wisping across your ear as he spoke.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest?”

He pulled away, eyes back in level with your own as he spoke once more, “Felix. I’m Felix.”

That was all you needed, wrapping your arms around Felix’s neck as you pulled him in, eyes closing and mouth opening and lips attacking yours. The kiss in reality, from an outside perspective, would have looked very messy. Very sloppy as lips missed each other, teeth crashed together, and also the fact that you could feel Felix’s hips moving against your own in the slightest, already half hard member grinding against your thigh. It did feel good, you couldn’t fib to yourself. The gentle friction was delicious. It was enough to make you moan discreetly, the sound lost in Felix’s mouth as the two of you continued.

You were enjoying yourself, but you also remembered not to lose yourself in the moment. Felix was fun, but he was just part of the plan. A simple pawn in a game of chess, of course being the queen and Minho the king. Sometimes you have to make some unnecessary moves to win in the long term. Even with your eyes closed, you could still feel his own burning into the back of your head. If sober, you most likely would have been feeling some kind of guilt. It wasn’t like you to rub things in other people’s faces. But you felt like it was only fitting. Yes, you wanted Minho, but after everything, your timeline with him, having a crush on him for the longest time regardless that he made your life hard, it only felt right to drag this out as much as possible.

Your eyes fluttered open, empty lidded shooting daggers at him. Appraisal came to your mind when his daggers were returned, gaze still very much fixated on you, with Felix, making out with another man right in front of him. His blood was searing, reaching boiling point at a very rapid rate. He knew you were a lot of things. Sarcastic, blunt, ‘indifferent’ towards him as you got older, or so he thought. But he didn’t take you to be a tease. He was reaching the point of no return, and if you didn’t stop this act, this play scene just for him, he was going to do something he regretted.

“Hmm fuck,” Felix grumbled, pulling away from you, “has anyone ever told you that you’re a really good kisser?”

Your eyes flickered back to the man on top of you, quickly averting your gaze to avoid any deflections from Minho, Chan, or any of the others there that you knew.

“Hey man, what are you doing?”

You sat up immediately, looking up to see Minho’s friend, Jisung, standing over you. His tone was playful, but the adrenaline was kicking in. The several times you met Minho’s friends, they were decent enough to be nice to your face. Anytime you went over, you could hear them. Talking about how you look, always asking Minho about you. Just them teasing him about you. Maybe it was the reason as to why he had so much disdain for you. They were also protective, very protective of him, and probably the reason why they were standing over you right now.

“Oh hey man, you’re not her boyfriend are you?”

“Who, me?” Jisung laughed, hard, almost hysterically, bringing a hand to his chest to calm himself down, “no no, not me, but the guy over there might be a little mad that you’re making out with his girl.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing onto Felix’s arm, other hand tucking under his chin as you pressed another haste kiss to his lips. You gave Minho one more look, noticing his fists turned inwards, hard shaped as he watched your interactions with the new guy accelerating.

“Good,” He smirked, standing up, and reaching a hand out to you as an invitation, “Did you want to hang out in my room? It’s just down the hall.”

“Sure,” you replied bluntly as you took his invitation. You allowed Felix to guide you, taking one last look at Jisung. Before making your way, you were interrupted one more time. It made you scoff when Minho grabbed your wrist, finally able to do something himself, not his friends doing it for him.

“Y/n?”

“What do you want?”

“Where are you going?”

“What do you think?”

With a heavy grip, attempting to shake yourself out of his grip. There was no way you were giving up on this act yet.

“You just met the guy tonight?”

“Okay and? It’s not like that ever stopped you before. At least I’m not at home, forcing everyone else to hear you late at night.”

He looked down, knowing he had been beaten to the punch. You resisted once more, able to come out of his grip as you looked up and down at him once more, “Stop acting like you give a shit what I do.”

You watched him open his mouth, but missed out on whatever he was going to say. You laughed to yourself, the swift motion of the man from the other side, Felix, the one who was giving you the attention you needed right now. Without a word, he closed the door behind you, spare hand placed on your lower back as he lead you to what seemed to be his bed.You sat down first, Felix making quick work as he stood over you once more, index finger stuck on your shoulder as he effortlessly as he ‘pushed’ you over, torso hovering on top of yours, just like he did previously. You had to give it to him. This Felix guy was smooth. The way he looked down at you, raking your body with every single eye nerve, the gentle twitch when he noticed extra skin showing on your body for a slight moment. He definitely was contributing to your uprising arousal, but the thing that really turned you on was the mere possibility of Minho hearing this. Having his ear up to the door, curious to see what you would really do.

“Hey,” Felix whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, taking you out of your thoughts completely, “everything okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah, where were we?”

You brought a hand to his arm, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion as his own came back to your chin, pinching it forward, lips doting to reconnect with his. His lips were smooth, not a crack or dry spot in sight or in feeling. The kiss was a lot more connected, a lot more teamwork and passion. His tongue lazily slipped inside of your mouth, picking up with much brute and force as his hips charged, recreating the prior friction against your core. Felix had one hand on the side of your jaw, the one on your chin snaking around and cascading down, in between your cleavage, past your navel, brimming on the edge of your undergarment line. You gasped, immediately, not expecting things to move so quickly. A stifled whimper escaped your lips, enjoying the friction his fingers created around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh,” you groaned, slightly high pitched and confused at first, but once his fingers dived past your dress, underneath your core, right in the center of your sweet spot, you groaned again, a deeper, more gratifying noise bellowing in response.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you whispered, looking up at him, “feels so good already.”

Your hand felt dizzy again, a lightheaded texture adding. You weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the alcohol speaking, but it most likely was the loud bang that came from the east part of the room. You jumped immediately, bumping heads with Felix as you quickly covered yourself, given no time to fix your hair as you were being dragged out, Minho’s jaw clenched as he walked you out.

“Sorry, uh Felix, it was nice to meet you,” you yelled down the hallway, pushed all the way to the front door.

“Minho what the fuck?”

“Shut up and get in the car,” he growled, not putting up with any nonsense that you were about to spew at him, “Jisung’s taking us all home, your friends included.”

“Ugh, whatever,” you scoffed, the digging of his fingers becoming slightly painful. You opened the door, seeing Hyunjin’s smirk as soon as he saw you, hand in hand with Minho. He never had to say anything, he always knew how you felt about him, even when it wasn’t clear to you.

The midnight breeze was very apparent, hitting you like a truck. The goosebumps on your skin raised in an instant, shiver running down your spine as you walked. Minho let go of your wrist, removing his jump over his head, and plopping it on top of yours. You wanted to turn, scream at him for ruining your hair, not even thinking about your makeup. But honestly, you were just tired. It was late.

***

You pushed the button down in the backseat, letting the cool breeze smack you across the face as Jisung drove down the highway. It felt nice, distracting you from the imminent pressing of your best friend’s brother inconveniently pressing up against you, too big for the middle seat. Of course he had to sit next to you. Invade your personal space, your privacy. He was still overprotective of you, even when you were by yourselves. It was annoying, and you really didn’t know why he was always like this with you after the needless torture that was gorwing up with him around.

You decided to put the window up, a sudden drowsiness coming over you as you leaned your head against the window. Your eyes were fluttering, half lidded when you felt someone whispering, right up to your ear. His lips were cold, roughly but incidentally lingering on your lobe.

“Y/n,” Minho hushed, patting your arm lightly, “y/n, baby.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows, “what is it?”

“We’re here, wake up.”

“Oh,” you sighed, releasing your weight on the window. Your eyes opened, turning from the window, which was a big mistake. You caught yourself, inches away from your face. Apart from the club, it was the closest you had been ever to him. You saw him, looking down at your lips, causing you to gulp loudly. You wanted to lean in, push away all the doubt you had in your mind, and follow your heart. To have him on your lips, around your body, caressing every crevice, every curve. It was something you had fantasized about in your head several times, whether you wanted to or not. Your hand flew to his chest, truly speechless and unsure what to say.

“Minho. I-”

He licked his lips, fingers latching onto your jaw, thumb against the subtlety of your lips. He flipped, lip bouncing back as he leaned even closer. His breath had never felt so imminent, not even the first time the two of you had shared a kiss.

***

“Did you need help?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest, about to lose balance on the stool. The tea bags were high in the cupboard, and you weren’t the tallest person going around. Minho put his arms out, helping you adjust yourself before stepping down and back onto the ground.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “you know me, never able to reach anything.”

“It’s okay, they’re stored pretty high up.”

Without giving you time to move, he reached over, torso pressed against your chest, half of his body weight leaning on you as he reached up to grab one for you. Your face rose in heat as he placed it on the bench behind you, keeping firm in his position.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, still not moving, “I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh, uhm no, it’s okay” you mumbled back, pushing the hair behind your ear. He beat you to the other side, lifting his fingers, watching how delicately the fibers of your hair curved along your ear lobe.

Faces inching closer, it felt like do or die, but you would rather get hit by a truck than make the first move. Minho was the type to flirt, hard. He knew he could get anyone he wanted. College really changed him. For the better though, even if it meant he became a mass fuckboy.

“You have a really, uhm, beautiful face.”

He had become nervous all of a sudden, and you couldn’t help but smile. Smile at both his nerves and slight awkwardness, as well as his proximity.

“Uhm thanks,” you mumbled again, scared that if you attempted to speak at a normal volume, it would squeak, “you have a nice face as well.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, piercing eyes boring into yours.

“Make me.”

He hesitated for a brief moment, before bringing both hands to your face, pressing his lips to yours. It was soft at first, a series of gentle pecks you wrapped your hand palms around his neck, keeping him close. His body felt good, right when close to you.

It didn’t take long for things to heat up however, Minho’s tongue begging for access as you gave it to him willfully, a gentle hum as he simultaneously rolled his hips into yours once. A soft groan escaped your lips, causing him to pull away. The smirk on his face was priceless; you knew he was satisfied with himself. His hands snaked down to your waist, lifting you up and placing you on the kitchen bench. Minho nudged your leg with his left knee, spreading them wide, allowing himself to fit into the curve. He kept his digits across your fingertips, gently tapping as he leaned back in, skipping the innocent kisses and heading straight to a heavy, heavy makeout. The noises erupting were increasing in quantity, and it wasn’t until you heard footsteps running down the steps were you snapped back into reality. Hands on his chest, you pushed him off quickly, pushing your hair back in front of your face.

“Y/n what’s taking you so long?”

“Oh uhm, I was just trying to reach the teabags.”

“Yeah,” Minho joined in, helping you cover your ass, “I just grabbed it for her, seeing as she was already in my way to get to the glasses, annoying ass.”

“Okay whatever weirdo,” she replied to him, “stop annoying Y/n.”

***

The memory of the flashback playing in spurts, ones that your intoxicated mind was probably failing to accurately recall the event. It was, however, enough for you to pull away. Saying nothing, you turned away, opening the car door, semi-stumbling onto the ground as you jumped out the car, heading towards his front door. Luckily your best friend was out of town, away on a camping weekend with her boyfriend and her parents, because if she heard you walking in with Minho, it was game over.

“Y/n,” he whispered, tone harsh like he wanted to yell, “y/n.”

It was nothing but a faint noise in the distance. You stood there, in front of the door, impatiently waiting for it to be unlocked. It wasn’t until you could feel him. He grabbed your wrist, almost having to yank you back to stop you.

“What,” you whispered back, similar in tone, “what do you want?”

He waited. It looked like he was trying to put a thought together, knowing that he needed to say something very important. It could make or break: everything. He took a step closer, that familiar feeling of adrenaline, no, some other feeling that you couldn’t describe. Made your heart race, body sweat. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was. All you knew was that it only happened when he was around you.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him, adoration at how gentle his skin glowed in the moonlight. Fuck, this was annoying. Why did he have to be so hot? It would have been the easy way out to forgive him and let him do what you craved, yearned for. But it was simply too much to do so. This man had been toying with your heart for a long time. Whether he had a crush on you for the lingering amount of time that you had, you deserved better than someone who played with you for their own amusement.

“What are you sorry for?”

Your tone was calm, yet still firmly questioning him. It was easier to just deny the night events than argue about it.

***

The music was loud, deafening as Minho, dragging you by the delicacy of your poor wrist, locked in a spot right next to the speaker right beside the DJ of the club, aka pole position. At first the dancing was innocent, a bright smile of pure joy (and intoxication) plastered across your face, holding each other’s hands as you pushed and pulled them back and forth. It wasn’t until the motions of arms were not moving in the opposite directions, somehow were both pulling in his direction, right up against his waist. The music was much too loud to allow your rational cognitions to process the sequence of events. Facing him, not facing him. Appropriate distance, very much appreciate distance. It was hard to explain how you ended up with your back pressed against Minho’s chest, somehow in the monstrosity of alcoholic beverages and shots actually moving your hips in a synchronized way with his. Maybe it was the firm grip, thumb digging into the soft flesh that was hardly hidden under that dress, making sure that this was the only place you needed to be, that he wanted you to be.

Your hands easily followed too, palms on top of this tendon illuminating the side of his hands as his lips rested on the outside of the cartilage that made up your ear. The second time you could feel the magic that was his lips. The crowd that was Minho’s friends and the new, yet very much fun strangers that would end up making the later house party were long gone at this very moment. The only thing you could remember was coming with Minho, and the last thing you wanted to do was leave with him.

“Mmmm,” was all that could be heard, well no, felt from the man behind you. The vibrations of his lips were the only indicator that he was trying to say something. His teeth soon followed. Gentle, almost kitten-like nibbles nipped at the heated flesh of the neck and shoulder, head falling limp against his own shoulder as he continued to chuckle inbetween. There seemed to be an innocence to his antics, almost like he didn’t want to hurt you. Yet knowing the downright filthy desires, things he wanted to do, for a numerous amount of time was very much ironic.

Turning around, you pulled away, eyes boring into yours and his face came closer and closer. Eyes fluttering shut like a butterfly's wings for a brief moment, desire had never been stronger.

“There he is, Jisung!”

And just like that, it was over. Reality came back and your Minho clouded fog dissipated in a matter of moments, and it must have for him. You had never seen someone take their hands of someone with such speed. The timely reaction of Minho brought you back to a realistic part of your life. The one where this was nothing but a dream, and Minho was once again out of reach, and the many barriers that were his friends, your friend being in the way, made you nothing but a pawn in his chess game.

***

You stood there in silence, the only sound that could be heard was the ringing in your ears from the loud music prior. The want for him to explain himself was one of such desperation. A sign, anything at this point. Yes, you were very much exhausted from the games but if it was all worth it for him to finally do something about it in the end, the fatigue would be easily wiped away.

“I don’t mean to be this way. So, uhm, aggressive? Or the opposite, I don’t know I-”

“Minho in the nicest way possible, I’m tired and we’ve both had a big night. We can talk about it in the morning.”

Using the spare key that your friend had so graciously given you as a symbol of how much time you truly spent at her house, his house, over the years, the door was unlocked, you ripping your shoes off and letting them laz sprawl against the living room carpet as your body heavily dragged up the stairs. Your feet automatically knew the way to her room, 4 paces straight and two to the left. To get to his it was 7 paces straight 2 to the right. The 4th step on the second floor felt unnatural at this moment, body wanting nothing more than to be pressed up against him in a deep slumber, you craved it; but you knew better at the same time.

“Y/n.”

Silence. You could feel him coming closer, but it’s honestly just too painful at this point to even wait for anything more.

“Y/n.”

Silence, again. It wasn’t until you could feel the unintentionally harsh pull at your wrist, once again pulling back and up against him.

“Y/n wait.”

“For fucks sake Minho,” you huffed, yanking your arm away from his grip, “leave me alone.”

“No, I want to talk about it now.”

Nothing but an eye roll followed, ignoring him and storming into her room. He followed in pursuit, the first time any kind of behavior like this from Minho had happened before. Sitting on the edge of the side of her bed, you turned away as you took off your jewelry, precious earring and delicate chain necklace lying on this decorative plate placed on the bedside table.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Can we please stop pretending like there isn’t something going on between us?”

He was not serious. His bold statement made you stop, turn around and face him.

“You have to be joking right now.”

“Why would I be joking?”

“Minho” you yelled, standing back up and right in front of him, “this is nothing but a fucking game to you! We don't have a problem, YOU do.”

“I don’t play games with you,” Minho scoffed, eyes wide in his own disbelief, “you play games with me.” His voice was also beginning to rise in volume.

“That’s such a fucking lie! You’ve been playing games with me for years. Three quarters of my life! I know that you hated me or couldn’t stand me for most of that but then all of a sudden you come back from college and you want to be around me and all over me?”

“That’s not true-”

“Yes it is! You couldn’t stand me!! Then the kiss in the kitchen? Tonight, you were all over me and I could tell, drunk or sober, that you were enjoying yourself. Until your friends come along and I’m nothing but a secret little game-”

“No Y/n, shut up, that's not true!”

“Explain yourself then!”

Both of your chests were heaving simultaneously, the heated exchange taking the breath out of the two of you. There was no part of you that was wrong, and you knew better than to lack confidence, especially to someone who has kicked you around for what felt like your whole life.

“I never hated you,” he whispered, once again shifting the tense atmosphere in the room. He took a step closer, that goddamn palm resting on your cheek, fingertips pushing the baby hairs sticking to your forehead as you took him in, listening deeply to his words, “I could never hate somebody like you, Y/n.”

His tonality had become the softest you had ever heard someone speak. It was empowering to keep him on his toes, gaze fixated on him, but lips refusing to move. You could see it. The dip in his own gaze below your eye line, past the tip of your nose, and right to where you wanted his lips to be: your lips. The right thing, like your previous thoughts, was to pull away, save yourself the heartbreak.

“Let me take the time to show you how false that statement really is.”

But god, was it it easier to just give him. His approach was gentle, but the texture of his lips felt like the key to everything. The light weight of his lips were equivalent to a tuft of feathers falling from a clear sky. Your lips tussled in return, wanting to kiss the man you were in love with so much passion, yet so much reservation. His lips, unlike the first time, had so much admiration for you, somehow the feeling was communicated in the way his lips touched yours, the way his tongue slipped into your mouth, colliding with your own. The world stopped spinning, and the only thing that mattered was Minho’s lingering touch.

His hands scrambled to find an appropriate spot. His palms spread across your waist, the pressure of his weight pushing you to the edge of the bed, a small shriek escaping your lips as the sudden knock of balance leaves you lying against the material of the bed. His hands left your sides, one coming to your face as he broke away, taking a moment to admire you underneath him in all your beauty. He lifted his fingers to your forehead, brushing the baby hairs on your skin before smiling and leaning back in for another kiss. Hands around his neck, you brought him closer, gasping into his mouth when you felt the roughness of his knee conveniently sitting between your inner thigh, spreading to make room for his own.

You decided to take the liberty of breaking the kiss back this time, Minho rising on his own as he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. Even the way he moved his limbs was majestic. Eyes widening for a brief moment as the shock of Minho’s body that you had seen many times, especially post-college transformation, it still amazed you how attractive this man was. The proximity all these years amounting to this moment. All the teasing, ignoring, negative behavior came as the collateral of coming to this moment; and you would tolerate all of it again if this what it would lead to. Which is why you refused to rush things, savor the moment as much as you could.

“Minho, wait.”

“Yes?”

“Can we just,” you were hesitant to ask for what felt like a silly request, “I don’t want to rush anything. Can we just make out a little longer?”

His chuckle was one of the most adored. He nodded as he got up from the bed, sitting back down at the edge of the right side. As he turned to put his leg atop of the bed, he leant on his left elbow, patting the empty spot next to him, a very adorable invitation that you simply could not resist. You shooed over, facing Minho as he pinched your chin, bringing your lips to his again. The kisses, for the moment, stayed soft, sweet. He was allowing you to take your time because he was ready. Minho wanted you so bad, but he knew better than to rush. If anything, the anticipation made him fall for you more.

However, the heat was unconsciously beginning to turn up once bodies became involved. The subtle grind of his hips against yours was sending you into a frenzy, and the friction was something you needed to chase. At first you were holding back, only wanting the generosity of his tongue and lips, but now the selfish part of you was taking over, and there was nothing more that you wanted than to have sweet passionate sex with the man in front of you. Gently pushing his chest away, he looked up, confused as you turned away from him, standing up and undoing the zip on the back of your dress.

“Oh,” was all he could say, a smirk plastered on his face as he dragged your body back toward him, now covered in undergarments, back to the bed. His hands became a lot more adventurous, taking the signal of you undressing yourself as an acceleration of what you wanted. Still facing each other, Minho placed a gentle peck to your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you much closer to him, and exactly where you wanted to be.

Once the lack of space was established, Minho brought the tip of his digits just above your panty line. A small gasp elicited from your lips once his fingers dipped down to your clothing covering your core. Just above the center of the folds. Minho’s lips quiver at your body relaxing underneath his touch. The more vulnerable you became, the more in love he fell with you. Each second. Your eyes fluttering almost shut, hips gently bucking underneath the pressure of his fingers had his mind screaming with adoration. His gaze was making you shy, causing you to bury your head in his naked chest. You giggled with innocence at how good his fingers felt. The other times you reminisced, romanticized what this would be like was tenfold of what you actually expected.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered, a soft kiss to the tip of your forehead. Your head came out of his chest, a somewhat fucked out expression already coatign your face as his fingers traveled back to the top of your panties, fingers grasping the hem before asking, “Can I take this off?”

You nodded, this time without hesitance as you turned to your front, assisting Minho in letting the thin fabric subtracted from your body. Your bra soon followed, leaving you completely exposed. Minho still had his pants on which you felt to be a little unfair, but the tent that was beginning to form in his pants was a reason enough for him to keep them on longer.

Turning back to your side, you reached him in another sensual kiss, bodies now as close as they had even been. Minho’s fingers had much more to travel, left palm already reaching for a gentle squeeze of your best breast. His touch was noticeable enough to break away, a small groan at the digits brushing your nipple. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he watched your nipples get harder under his touch.

“Wow,” Minho gasped, gently pinching the soft flesh his eyes couldn’t help but be glued to, “you look amazing.”

“Do I?”

“More than I could have ever imagined.”

Your silence made him giggle, fingers snaking back down to where the two of you wanted them to be. It was almost embarrassing how easily his index and middle finger slipped between your folds, already coated in your arousal as his digits swirled around your pussy hole. It was evident that he wanted his fingers coated, so when he brought them up to his lips, tongue evidently out as he licked them clean, then slid them back down to your waist once more, spreading your folds apart and pushing on your clit like a button. Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders for support, the sudden amount of sensation in comparison to before sending you into a frenzy. Your jaw had already become slick, the gentle whines and moans spilling out sound after sound.

“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath, lips right in front of your tits, teeth grazing over the geneoristy of the skin, “you have the features of an angel.”

His shower of compliments caused a louder moan to slip from your lips. It really wasn’t something that you expected. The fantasy you had of Minho being a rough, man handling lover contrasted to the man that presented in front of you right now. But it was much better than anything you ever thought he was to be.

His fingers moved in delicate circular motions, Minho himself groaning at how pretty you looked under his fingers. He kept his curiosity peaked, fingers traveling back down to your hole before plunging them inside, tips instantly curling to bring his lips right up against his own.

“Minho oh my god,” you gasped, short breaths hinting at a rapid pace from your throat as he started to move them back and forth, “your fingers are so good.”

“Your welcome,” he smiled, wrapping his free arm around your chest to adjust for the way your torso squirmed against him. Your own hands soothing his arm that did all the work as he picked up his pace, a slight bump forming into your pussy. Minho’s pace became quickly unforgiven, a spill of curse words that made you feel extremely dirty coming from your mouth. The irony of feeling dirty from cussing and not from the two fingers being shoved into your whole was comedic.

“Lift it,” Minho grunted, attempting to fix his position so he could get a better angle to finger you from, “lift your leg and put it on my hip.”

You did as he said, a gut wrenching moan that was bubbling in your throat bursting at the seams as your maneuver allowed his finger to enter deeper, stronger, harder. The combination of skin slapping and wetness could be heard by anyone in the house if there was anyone in there, the noise echoing the room as you watch his eyebrows furrow, bitten bottom lip in concentration. All this time, Minho wanted nothing more than to see you be happy, make you feel good. It was in half disbelief that he was present in this moment that he had dreamed of several times. And his perception of you, with his fingers inside of you, moaning his name over and over exceeded expectations to say the least. The temperature that began to rise on your cheeks was spreading to your limbs, muscles slowly coiling as the pleasure continued to build at your core. Minho’s jaw clenched, increasing his effort and strength in, with much effort, fucking you with his fingers. His pace became even quicker, desperate and motivated to make you shake under his fingers.

“Minho please,” you cried, suffocating his lips with yours to muffle the continuous noise that baffled the room, “so good.”

Your sentences, if you could even call them that, were not coherent in the slightest. Yet it did not matter. All Minho could focus on was how beautiful you looked with your lips pouted, the gentle teeth marks under your bottom lip from biting down on your precious skin too hard. The condensation beginning to cover the skin of your forehead as your eyebrows scrunched together, your facial expression could have been interpreted as anger. However, Minho failed to see it that way. He saw you as nothing but an angelic woman that he had the gratitude of being allowed to share a moment of vulnerability with. There was no judgment in his eyes as he felt your tight pussy clench around his knuckles, knowing how close to what you were, and what he wanted to achieve for your sake.

“It’s okay baby,” he whispered, wiping the moisture glistening on the nose, half of your face shimmering in the moonlight as he withdrew his fingers, rubbing the sensual juices all over your swollen clit as your legs began to shake in response to the overwhelming stimulation you were experiencing.

“Can you feel it?”

“Mhhm,” you whined, suppressing your lips together as you focused on him, analyzing to him the intricate details of your body. His lips moved with vigor, leaving a string of semi wet kisses along your shoulder, kissing every little skin contusion, beauty mark, scab, wrinkle, dimple. You name it, Minho was eager to use his lips to analyze you, analyze the way your skin felt against him. The idea increased your arousal to a level you thought would not be possible.

“I’m gonna cum Minho I-”

“It’s okay baby,” Minho hushed you, wanting to relive any pressures or expectations you may think you need to fulfill “even the way you speak such vulgar things is angelic to me.”

“I’m cumming,” was all you could cry out. You know that once this was over, you would be appreciative of how gentle and warm his presence was to you during this unguarded moment, but right now all you could focus on was the tight coil in the pit of your stomach that would give out at any second. Like your foreshadowed, your body was coming undone under him, Minho unable to give up the succulent ability that was your pussy as he reinserted his two fingers back into your hole, thumb almost ghosting over your clit in an attempt to not overwhelm your body in sensation.

Minho thought you couldn’t get any more fascinating. Even the way you orgasmed was angelic. Legs spread wide open as you let him have his way. The trust you developed in him in this intricate moment was such an attraction but mainly an appreciation. He knew that he had not been the most trustworthy person to you. His mixed signals and just overall treatment of you was simply a mind of confusion.

On the contrary, every negative moment that you shared with him melted away. The part of him having his fingers inside of you, bringing you to climax was not what you were focused on. You were focused on the attention. Solely the attention, his words held so much more weight than his actions to you in this moment, and all he did was mumble sweet nothings, adoring every single part of you that you wanted Minho to love.

“Fuck baby,” Minho groaned, finally withdrawing his fingers entirely from your core as he palmed his own arousal. But he merely wasted any time on that as he stood up and discarded his pants in an instant. A half lidded gasp came from your throat as you watched his length spring free from the suffocation of his previous undergarments. Minho laid back on the bed, back against the bed as you extended a hand in which you willingly took, enjoying the sudden rapture that Minho had tangled the two of you in. His fingertips came to your face once more, brushing those delicate strands away as he took his precious time. Willingly ignoring the fact that your very slicked up pussy was creating friction against his tip, he was more focused on your face. The crinkles underneath your eyes that came up when you smiled. The way your lips turned upwards in the slightest. The longer he looked up at you, on his lips, body pressed up against his, the more he fell in love. Both of your hands now came to his face. It felt like hours upon hours that the two of you had been looking at each other. Calmness fell over the room as you leant down to kiss him again. The taste of him was simply nor enough. You needed him. On you, next to you; it did not matter. His presence was something that you truly craved. Sexually, platonically, romantically, it did not matter. Any closeness with Minho was more than adequate. Deciding to lift your hips slightly, your hands followed, gripping him as you slowly slid onto him, a deep groan leaving his lips, a soft moan leaving yours as he stretched you out. Before you could even initiate any moment, Minho grabbed your arm lifting your palm to his face as he sent kisses up your arm, almost as if he was in complete disbelief of what was happening in this moment.

“I just want to worship you my god,” he whispered, making you giggle in the slightest.

His lips traveled just under your shoulder, arms wrapping around his torso to bring you into another embrace. It was that his strength was brute enough to lift you up, and put your back down. Hisbody almost moved with vigor, wanting to make sure the experience was an equal one. A sharp whine came from you as he established a gentle pace, your whole body being used in an attempt to pleasure the both of you. Someone may have seen this as selfish, Minho controlling the pace, but really, he just couldn’t get enough of how much he wanted you. The amount of times he had thought about this moment over the years almost derailed him. But nothing could be more perfect than the moment right now.

Your arms were wrapped around his neck, then on his chest, across his face, you were too stimulated to be organized with your hand placements. It’s just what he did to you. Minho could tell that you were unsure, so instead he just put his head in your chest, almost wanting you to wrap your fingers though the bse of his scalp, the gentle texture of your fingers against his scalp could have honestly made his toes curl. Just like you, Minho craved your touch in any way shape or form, so the combined combainton of your closeness, tussling digits, and tight pussy was sending him into a headspin.

“Minho,” you hesitated, unsure, if he could hear you in the muffle of your chest, “Minho.”

You were desperate for him to hear you, yanking on his locks to pull him away from the darkness and back into your gaze. His eyes were glazed over for a moment, an innocent peaking on them as he looked up at you with intent.

“Yes my princess, my Y/n?”

“Yours?”

The skin slapping, volume of each time your ass landed on his hips was increasing, but no matter the crescendo, it was never loud enough to get in the way of the intimate looks the two of you had a silent agreement to fixate on.

“Mine,” he moaned, hands snaking back down to your hips, breaking this distance and once again guiding the speed of how fast he filled you up, “all mine.”

“You’re so gorgeous,” you mumbled, barely able to talk at this point, “I want you so bad you have no idea.”

“You have me,” he almost chanted, “you have me. I have you. Always.”

Your head rolled back, the intimacy of his words, rather than his cock, bringing you closer to the brink of pleasure. The attractiveness of finally putting his walls down, striking his fear of vulnerability was unmatchable. Even if things didn’t work out with Minho in the future, you knew that deep down, no one else could ever make you feel this way. Minho was a witch, and the spell he was casting on you was something that would be everlasting.

“I love you,” you cried, throwing your head back in somewhat embarrassment, “I love you Minho.”

“I love you too baby fuck,” he grunted, increasing the strength in which he filled your pussy. He couldn’t handle this anymore. Flipping you over, his body hovered, cock pressing your back into the mattress. On his knees, Minho trusted deeper and deeper, your eyes almost cloudy from how good he truly felt inside of you. Another sensuous kiss ensured, the combination of his deep moans and your vibrating whines slipped into each other 's, easily one of the most intimate things that could ever be done.

“Mhhm,: You whined, breaking away and placing a hand on his face, “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, my Y/n.”

“Oh god,” you breathe heavily, free hand gripping on his shoulder, “I love when you call me that?”

“What? My Y/n?”

“Yes,” you hissed, piercing into his eyes, this time with vigor, “it makes me yearn for you.”

“You have me baby,” he smirked, eyebrows soon furrowing as he realized his hips were getting sloppy in motion, “I’m all yours.”

You could not stop kissing him. He was just too hard to resist. His words, actions, everything, you were so in love that your chest began to hurt. That pit was developing again, and all he had to do was say the words and you were there. Minho took your hand away from his face, pinning them on either side of you as he slid his fingers in between, allowing your hand to intertwine with yours. The affection was the icing on your cake, because as you felt the swirls of his finger prints trickle onto your palm, your hips were spasming.

“Minho I’m-”

“I know baby, it’s okay, he cooed, “I can feel your pussy clenching hard.”

A little giggle escaped your lips as your body raked itself of an orgasm. Back arching, the loudest noise you could have possibly made erupted from your mouth, the unintentionally new angle allowing Minho to plunge even deeper, keeping it slow as he allowed you to come down from the high. He pulled out right after, pumping himself a few times before finishing just above your core. He fell to your side, immediately lifting your body, wanting to feel that constant warmth as he placed your head against his chest, arms wrapped around your back as he kissed the mount of hair in front of his face. His heartbeat was warm, fast, but stil, a sense of comfort felt over your body as you listened to the organ pump in his chest. The moment was silent, yet comfortable, the both of you simultaneously soaking in that delicacy of affection that you both oh so craved, longed for.

Even after all of that, you still had the energy to do so. Minho read your mind, giving you a quick peck before quickly pacing out of the room. The ache in your heart had already reappeared at his absence. The craving would never stop. Luckily he was quick, grabbing a paper towel, cleaning you up, running back to the bin, the running back and jumping onto the bed, your body flying in the air as he caught you, snuggling up to your side with his head pressed into your chest. Your hand came to his hair, letting those fingertips frolic across his scalp. A silence fell over the room as the two of you simultaneously stared at the ceiling, the dim shine of the moonlight shining through the window, lingering across Minho’s side profile.

“I was being serious, you know.”

“About what?”

“Hating you.”

Minho turned onto his chest, wanting to make sure that you were staring at him when he said this.

“I could never hate you Y/N, my Y/N.”

He crawled up to your side, tall enough to press one more kiss, lips lingering across yours as your eyes fluttered shut from his touch. Lifting the cover, Minho invites you under after climbing in first, turning to the side to hover over your now very tired frame. Lips nudged behind your warm Minho kept mumbling, a combination of kissing you and whispering, the tiny vibrations from his voice tickling the bare skin.

“You’ll have to kill more before I ever let you go.”

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minhxn · 3 months

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Early Morning — Lee Minho.

✧︎ I just want to spoil Minho :( :( ✧︎

Slow and tender touches ghost between the two of you as you lay tangled in each other’s hold.

The soft warm light of the breaking morning drifts through the curtains, but you find no strength to pull away from his arms, so you don’t. Minho’s lips pepper kisses across your cheeks and you melt further into his with each soft caress of his hand drifting on your thigh.

You can feel him harden against you when you shift your hips. He doesn’t say a word though.

Even as the dusting of rose across his cheeks grows darker. You can’t help yourself, trailing your hand down his abdomen to lightly palm his throbbing cock.

“M, you don’t have to, jagi.” Minho’s voice is gruff with sleep still and the words shake a little more than he wants when your hand slips beneath his boxers.

Your lips find their place on his, greedily swallowing the breathy moans pushing past his lips and yet again, you can’t help yourself. He’s always so good to you. never asking for too much. He isn’t even asking now, but you can tell what he wants from the way his hips rock against your hand in such a gentle manner.

“Its okay, let me take care of you for once.” You say, breath drifting across his skin. The languid stroke of your hand has his hips shifting and you can tell he’s trying not to push up into your hand even more. His stubbornness showing through his hushed groans once more.

When your thumb flicks across his sensitive swollen tip, smearing beaded precum already leaking he breaks.

“Okay, fuck. t-thank you.” He’s already breathing heavy as his head falls back further into the pillows. Staring up at you with nothing but love. The way you looked in the soft warm light shining through the curtains, you looked beautiful. He could cum just from that.

“Good boy.” You purr into his skin, and his hips jerk up into your hand once you place an open mouthed kiss to his neck.

He was melting into your touch, and a whimper fell from his parted lips from the praise.

You’d wake up early every day just to see him like this.

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taeandpuppies · 3 months

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I am looking for a fic, please help!!

I have been searching for a long time and can't seem to find it. I started reading it and this is what i remember.

It's Lee Know x reader. I don't remember if he had a child or not but the oc had one.

Lee Know was the child's dance teacher and had a studio the oc enrolled her child in, that's how they met. I think the oc's ex husband had died in an accident before.

That's about what i remember unfortunately. But i know that this 👇 outfit had a cameo in it.

If someone know which fic i am talking about please let me know 🙏

***EDIT*** It has been located for anyone wanting to read it!

Here is the link, read and support the author 😊

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mint-yooxgi · 10 months

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Victory - Yandere!Demigod!Minho

Yandere AU & Demigod AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Minho X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,848

Warnings: Implied murder, nudity, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, he's supposed to be the son of Nike, the Greek Goddess of victory in this. I really like how this one turned out, ngl, it's just the right amount of unhinged and feral in my mind, so I hope you'll agree! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Sixth of The Feral Drabbles

Last night still feels so surreal, like a dream come true.

Of all the trophies I have won, of all the hardships and trials I have been put up against, none are as valuable as you. Yet, you are not another conquest. You are my forever.

The euphoric taste of victory has never been sweeter, and I will revel in it for as long as I possibly can. As long as it wasn’t all a dream, and that when I open my eyes, you are still sleeping soundly beside me in all of your naked glory.

Thank the Gods, it was real. It was all real.

There you lay, as still as the moon in the night sky.

So peaceful.

So beautiful.

And all mine.

I’ll admit, getting this far has been no easy feat. Tartarus below, getting you to even look in my direction had been a challenge. A challenge that I had been more than willing to win.

For me, there is no one else. Only you.

All the others that demand my attention are so superficial, only seeing what they want to see. They only desire the Goddess’ son for what he can offer them, never for who I really am. They want the victories associated with my name. They want the fame and fortune I have worked so hard to gather.

But not you. No, never you.

Long have you ignored me. Long have you expressed your desire, or rather, lack there of, of what I can offer you. You never cared about titles. You never cared about trophies, fame, fortune, or any of that shit. Who I am, or rather, who my mother is never caught your attention. In fact, you couldn’t have cared less about me before.

I won’t lie to you. It annoyed me.

It- it- hurt…

Sure, everyone who usually demands my attention is superficial and annoying. Yet, I cannot help but live for their praise. Attention is still attention, according to my mother, so I’ve always thrived in it. I always love it.

Maybe that’s what drew me to you in the first place: the fact that you seemingly didn’t care.

Why didn’t you? Hadn’t you heard of me? The famed Nike’s son who singlehandedly defeated the hydra beast when he was only seventeen? How about the countless olympic victories I’ve garnered through the years, numerous statues being erected in honour of my strength and valued deeds? Surely you had heard my name before, even if just a whisper on the wind.

Well, you had, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that I was born of the Gods. You didn’t care that I have valour or strength.

You don’t even care about how attractive I am. Though, thanks to last night, I know now that you find me to be the most handsome of all.

Definitely doesn’t stroke my ego, or anything…

I can still remember how shy you became once you admitted to it. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve experienced something more euphoric in my entire life, or cuter for that matter. Knowing I have this effect on you is unlike any other, and I never want it to stop, and if I have my way, it never will.

We will be together for all eternity. I’ll make sure of it.

Anyways, I digress… finally, for the first time, I had found someone who wanted to get to know me for me, and not my conquests. All of my attempts to impress you through my grandiose accomplishments meant nothing. It’s the little things that truly mattered to you, like me helping that baker the one day when he broke his arm, or protecting that little girl from straying into one of the hidden labyrinth entrances. That is what seemed to make you notice me.

I’ll admit, for a time, I purposely did any and every little thing to make you look my way. It was worth it in the end, obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be laying here with me in my bed after the night we had.

Oh, what a night it was! Even now, I cannot help the way my eyes flutter at the memories that consume my mind. You are so sweet, My Love, that I desperately long for another taste. For now, I’ll leave you to sleep. After all, you’ll need your rest if we are to continue on today just as we did last night.

I won’t lie to you, My Love, getting to love you, to cherish you and please you, is the greatest honour that anyone, living or dead, could ever bestow upon me. There is no higher pleasure I have ever felt in my entire life than the feeling of being locked between your legs. Your skin is softer than any finery the Gods could ever craft. Your voice is the sweetest song composed of melodies meant only for me. Not even Aphrodite herself could compete with your beauty, nor Thanatos tear you away from me in death. I would crawl through the River Styx and rain my terror upon Hades were he to even attempt to keep your departed soul away from me.

Nothing could keep me away from you. I love you.

I never thought I was capable of love, other than the desperate acceptance I sought through my many victories. I wanted to be loved, not be in love.

You changed that. You changed me.

Now, there is not a single thing that I don’t love about you. There is nothing I would change. From the way you smile at me, only for me, to the way you sigh my name so sweetly. To the way you comb your fingers through my hair after a long day, to the way you hug me so tightly when you’re seeking warmth. Your laugh, which is the most melodic symphony I have had the pleasure of hearing, other than your moans, of course. Your eyes, your nose, your body…I love it all.

I can’t fight it any longer, My Love, I need to hold you in my arms once more.

There. That’s better.

Just the way your body moulds against mine is perfect. We were made for each other, wouldn’t you agree? Besides, no one else can have you. No mere mortal could ever please you in the same ways I have. Not anymore.

You are mine, and I am yours.

My lips will forever burn searing kisses along your skin, singing your praise as long as I still draw breath. I will spend all of eternity composing poems of my deepest love for you, and you alone. Only you shall have the honour of hearing what your name sounds like falling from my lips, for only you are worthy.

Worthy of my love.

Worthy of my affection.

More than all of that, worthy of me.

My hands shall grace no other’s skin, lest it is in defence of your honour. Then, I will never be afraid to reign my terror over them. My strength is unmatched, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, My Love, but when I set my sights on something, I do not stop until I have achieved my deepest desires.

My deepest desires…

You know, I never thought anyone would be able to understand me the way you do. How you can make me fall apart so easily - from just a single glance - escapes me. I have never experienced a love like this, and I hope to every God on Olympus that you haven’t, either.

I want to drown you in my love until all that you know, all that you can speak of, is me. I will surround you in me until you no longer can tell where you end and I begin. We are meant to be one, in this life, and the next, and all of the rest after that. I’ll make sure of it.

You are my greatest victory, and I will make sure to be your only prize.

Let the others say what they want, they don’t matter. They’re just jealous, anyways. However, if I hear even one of them so much as speak one negative or malicious word against you… I will not hesitate to rip their tongue from their mouth and feed it to the minotaur. Maybe I’ll just gift you their heart on a golden platter instead. Offer it in placement of my own. Mine only beats for you, anyways.

Do you feel it? It’s thundering right now. I’m surprised the intensity doesn’t wake you from your slumber. Not even my wandering hands seem to affect you at all right now.

That’s okay, I was pretty intense last night.

You can’t blame me, My Love. I finally had the honour of making love to the woman who owns my very soul.

I can still feel the way my fingertips sunk into your flesh, grabbing onto anything and everything I could reach, just as they do right now. Of course, I’m much gentler for the moment than I was last night. I couldn’t help it, I just had to pull you as close as possible to me. I wanted to feel every inch of your body pressed against my own. I’ve been longing for your touch for too long.

You’re additive, did you know that? There is no finer wine, no sweeter ambrosia than the nectar that flows from between those luscious thighs of yours. Seriously, My Love, I could get drunk on you, and I wish you had let me last night. My tongue longs to be back between your legs, lapping up every last drop that flows from that precious cunt of yours. I need my lips on you, bringing you to ecstasy again, and again, and again.

Pull my hair. Scratch my back. Moan my name. Scream your love for me, and say you’re mine.

Do it all over again until you are satisfied, because I fear I will never be able to get enough of you. I will claim you over, and over, and over again until I am satisfied, and Darling, when it comes to you, I’m insatiable.

Don’t think I haven’t notice how you keen into my touch when my arms are around you, pulling your body flush against mine. Don’t think I do not remember the way you begged for more as my cock buried itself in your tight little cunt. And don’t you think for one second I will ever forget the way I made you scream my name as you came for me.

I did that to you. I will continue doing that to you. Forevermore.

I will only ever be satisfied knowing that I have pleased My Goddess to the fullest extent. You will only know joy, you will only know happiness and love when you’re with me. My pleasure is your pleasure, and I hope that you can say the same for me.

For if not…

Well…

Let’s just say you don’t want this to be the start of another competition.

After all, I always win.

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hyunverse · 1 year

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antics ༊ lee know

lee know && reader.

genre — fluff, drabble, established marriage.

lee know's the type of lover to act annoyed but secretly bask in your antics. he adores every little thing you do — he'd watch you do your silly little things with hearts in his eyes, like he's ready to give up the entire world for you.

he’s already in front of a hotpot place you begged him for days to go to only for you to frown and say you’re craving for burgers instead. he’ll lecture you by saying that you need to learn to make up your mind — all while driving up to a burger place. you take ages to read the menu and decide what you want — sometimes you’d overestimate your stomach and minho ends up having to finish them up.

you're sitting on a couch with him — legs tangled, skin to skin. a movie plays in the background, but the only thing he's looking at is you. minho has his arm around your waist — he complains that he gets pins and needles this way yet his arm doesn't leave your waist all night. you like to switch between channels which he finds annoying but he stays by your side. loves the way you purse your lips and say that nothing interesting is on. without noticing, his pink lips purses everytime yours do.

you take ages to get dressed. lee know often finds himself asleep on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. you'd ask if an outfit is okay hundreds of times, and minho says you look beautiful everytime. he watches you put on your make up, finds the way you dab your cheeks endearing. at times he’d put your lipstick on for you, while stealing kisses in between. he watches your process of getting ready yet stares in awe everytime once you’re done. whenever you wear dresses, minho loves to give you a twirl. his phone is filled with pictures of you in your daily outfits.

you have many little antics, and minho’s in love with each one of them.

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yootaesowlwrites · 6 months

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Watch You Fall Apart - Lee Know / Lee Minho

A/N: Sleep has not been much while I was working on this, but hopefully future works for him will be much better.

W/C: 3.3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I like it when you touch me there.” + “I want to watch you fall apart.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, some humour, sassy!reader, sassy!Minho, sex in a public space(gym shower after hours), shower sex, nicknames, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, neck holding, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

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

You watch as Minho punches the punching bag, sweat coats his skin and his hair was sticking to his neck and forehead. You had joined him at the gym for support, you were supporting him, and he was supporting you, and by that you meant, you were just watching him, and he was supporting that completely. You push your legs together as you catch sight of his arm veins growing, there was a very good reason why you wanted to watch him workout, and that was to see him in such a state where he was covered in sweat and his veins were on full display for you. He grabs not the punching bag to stop it from swinging around before turning his attention to you.

“Do you have something on your mind?” He asks. He had felt your eyes burning into him while he was punching the bag. His eyes slowly move down your body and pause at your legs when he sees you were squeezing your thighs together. “Wanna go shower?” He begins removing the tape from around his hands. “I think I’m done for the day, and I need your help in the shower,” You stand from the bench you were sitting on and make your way towards him.

“I could use a shower too, it’s way too hot in this gym,” You say. He smiles and tosses the tape towards his gym bag once he had them off and takes your hand in his and makes his way to the showers with you right by his side. “You need your gym bag, genius,” He spins to you, and you watch his eyes darken.

“Well, I think the shower is a little more important,” He mutters before releasing your hand and walking past you to retrieve his bag, tossing the tape into the bag before he returns to your side. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you into the showers, shutting the main door to it and locking it. He drops the gym bag away from the shower cubicles before turning to you, you immediately reach for his t-shirt and pull it upwards, he lifts his arms, and you remove his shirt, tossing it towards his bag before your hand moves to his shorts. “You seem eager to shower.”

“It’s a very humid gym,” You mutter. He grabs onto your hands and slowly backs you into a cubicle before releasing your hands and moving to grab onto your shirt, he pulls it upwards and tosses it behind him once he removed it before moving his attention to your bra. “Remember your shoes,” You step out of your shoes and let him remove your bra.

“Got it,” He mumbles before stepping out of his shoes. He tosses your bra behind him before taking a step back to pick up his shoes and yours and tosses them towards the gym bag. He steps closer to you again and presses himself against you, you let out a sigh of contention once you feel his warm skin pressed against yours. “I love when you come to the gym with me,” His nose brushes against yours, and you feel his lips brush against yours, your eyes shut as you move your lips with his. His hands move to your pants, and you feel him tugging on them and pulling them lower, your hand moves to the back of his neck and comb your fingers through his hair before gripping his locks.

“Min…” You mumble as he pulls back from the kiss. His head drops, and you feel his lips moving down your neck and over your collarbone and down your chest while pulling your pants lower as he moves lower. “Here,” You pull your hand away from his hair and immediately grab your pants to push them down your legs.

“Why did you need to wear such tight-fitting pants today?” He mumbles against the curve of your breast. “I’ll get it in a moment,” You chuckle and lean your head against the tiled wall as you feel his hot breath moving along your breast before his mouth was against your nipple.

“To impress you,” You mutter and move your hand back to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his hair. You feel his hot breath blow against your nipple as he opens his mouth, you look down at him and saw him looking up at you through his hair.

“You already impress me,” He mutters before wrapping his lips around your nipple. His nose presses further against your breast as he sucks on your nipple, and it makes his breathing sound louder than it actually was. You could feel a shockwave sensation going down to your pussy, and you could feel yourself only growing wetter.

“Just wanna make sure of it,” You say and press down against his head. You feel his hands sliding over your stomach, feeling almost every part of you, before one hand cups your boob and his other hand cups your mound through your panties. His fingers press against your folds and slowly stroke along them. “Minho… hmm, I like it when you touch me there,” You feel him gently tug on your nipple with his mouth, which causes a tightening feeling to begin building inside you. You move your hand to his shorts and slide your hand over his clothed pubic bone before finding his hardening cock.

“Hmm…” He hums against your nipple as you cup his bulge. He pulls back, and you feel him sucking in a deep breath before blowing it out against your nipple, causing it to harden. “Fuck, your hand…” His index fingers slide over your nipple and slowly rub the pad of his finger over the bud. “Shit…” His fingers press against your folds, and you hear a slight squelching sound coming from you. “You sound wet.”

“That would be your fault,” You say. He lifts his head to have it almost level with yours, he was only a few centimetres taller than you, you were about the same height as he was. “You caused it, you should take responsibility and fix the problem,” He chuckles and leans closer, you feel his fingers push harder against your folds and your panties slip between them. “Oh…”

“Hmm, oh,” He mumbles. “You’re so sassy with me,” You feel the fabric touch your clit while his fingers were near your entrance. “There’s only one thing I can do to take that sassiness away,” His fingers slide towards your clit, and you feel him press against the bundle of nerves.

“Miinnn,” You whine. A tingling sensation goes up your spine, and you feel the knot inside you grow bigger, he circles his finger over your clit through the fabric, and you could feel your skin heating up more and the knot inside you tightening. “Minho, ohh, oh, shit…” You could feel your skin starting to become sticky with sweat. “Ohh, oh…”

“Not so sassy now,” He says, and you could see a smirk on his lips. “These little noises sound much better,” You roll your eyes and moments later you feel him release your boob and his hand move to your neck and his fingers press down against the side of your neck. “Fuck, you really want to test me,” You lick your lips before a smirk falls on them, and you gently squeeze his length. “Why are you so hot when you do this to me?” He releases your neck before he pulls his hand away from your pussy.

“Hey, no, no, don’t do that,” You whine. You watch him bend down and pull your pants down even further. “Okay, do that,” You lift one leg, and he pulls your pants down from it before you switch to the other side, and he does the same. “What about my panties, baby?” He could hear the teasing in your tone as he tosses your pants over his shoulder.

“Not yet,” He says and places his hands on your ankles before slowly sliding them upwards as he stands up straight, one hand slides to the inside of your thigh while his other hand moves over the crease of your hip, purposely hooking your panties into his finger and snapping it back against your skin.

“Minho!” You gasp. His hand slides higher and over your stomach before cupping your boob, and moves his thumb over your nipple while his other hand moves closer to your pussy. “Baby…” His fingers hook into the side of your panties, and you feel him pull them to the side before his fingers slip past your folds, and you hear a sucking sound from your wetness as he pushes his fingers through it. “Ohh, hmm.”

“So warm, and wet for me,” He mutters. His fingers slide towards your slit, and you feel two digits pressing against it before slowly sliding them in. “Ohh, how does that feel?” You watch your jaw slack and hear you breathe loudly through your mouth. “Good?” You could feel a light stretch in your walls as his fingers slide deeper inside you.

“Minho…” You breathe. “Fuck…” You feel him curl his fingers inside you before sliding them out as he uncurls them. “Ohh, shit…” His numb rubs your nipple, and you feel a tingling sensation going down to the knot growing inside you. “Min-Minho…” His fingers pump in and out of you, and the sloshing of your wetness quickly fills the air. “Fuck, ohh, my fuck, it’s good…” His fingers curl every few times inside you. You pull at his hair as you feel your high slowly building inside you. “Min…”

“Hmm, keep moaning my name, baby,” He mutters. You could see him staring at you with intensity as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Those pretty noises coming from you,” You could feel sweat rolling down your back and your skin sliding against the tiled wall.

“Minho, oh, my fuck…” You gasp and feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel the knot tightening inside you. Your toes curl into the tiled floor as a hot, tingling sensation travels up your legs and makes its way to your pussy. “Oh…” You feel his hand on your boob disappear before you feel it wrap around your neck once again, your eyes dart to his arm and saw the veins covering his forearm, and you could feel your walls clench as your insides twist and knot together.

“Keep looking at me, I want to watch you fall apart,” He says. You swallow as you feel your insides twisting together into a tighter knot. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” You feel your walls clench around his fingers, and it causes his smirk to widen. “Ohh, do you find that hot?”

“And what if I do?” You ask. You feel a third finger pushing past your walls and stretching them. “Miinnhhooo!” You could feel your lids fluttering as you fight to keep them from shutting in pure pleasure. “Minho, fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your mind spinning and a tingling sensation slowly going up your spine. “Fuck…”

“Keep looking at me, baby,” He says. You tug on his hair harder and move your hand away from his cock to press it against the wall, your fingers scratch at the tiled wall as you fight to keep your eyes open. “That’s it, you’re doing so good,” You were getting close to your release, and you could feel it becoming harder to keep your eyes open.

“Minho, Minho…” You chant as you feel a hot sensation coursing through your veins. “I’m gonna…” Your jaw tenses and you saw stars forming in front of your vision. “Miiinnhhhooo,” Your high was rapidly approaching, and you could feel your mind already starting to feel light as it was ascending into the clouds, he presses the heel of his palm against your clit and you feel your muscles tensing. “MINHO!” He watches as all types of emotions and feelings pass through your eyes before you couldn’t keep them open any longer and they shut. “FUCK!” He feels your walls pulse around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of your faster as you come undone around his fingers. “MIINNHHOO!” The tension inside you comes undone, and pleasure courses through your veins and your back arches. “FUCK, SO GOOD, HMM!”

“Fuck, so hot, you’re so hot when you come undone like this when you fall apart for me,” He says. He loved the sight of your face contorting into pleasure because of him, because of what he was doing to you. “I wish you could see yourself right now, you look absolutely beautiful,” Your body slowly calms down, and he pulls his fingers from you and slowly slides his hand away from your pussy. He moves his hand from your neck to your shoulder to keep you against the wall before he uses one hand to pull his pants down along with his underwear. They drop to the floor around his ankles, and he steps out of them before using his foot to kick them backwards. You feel his hand on your mound as he grips your panties with one hand and tugs it down your legs.

“Step up and outwards, baby,” He says. You do as he says and step out of your panties, and he uses his foot to pull the fabric away from between your legs before kicking it backwards. “Fuck, we need the water now,” He moves his hand on your chest away and reaches for the taps and opens the water. The sound of your heartbeat slowly fades away, and you hear the shower hitting the tiled floor, you open your eyes and look at the man in front of you. “I need you, now,” You lick your lips and push your hand down against the back of his head, pulling him closer to you.

“I’m waiting just for you,” You mutter. He reaches between your bodies, and you feel his cock move along your mound before slipping between your folds, the loud squelching sound of your wetness bounces off the walls before you feel the head of his cock slipping into you. “Ohh, fuck, Minho, fuck, yes, fuck, so good!”

“Uhhm, oh, fuck, shit, you’re sucking me right in, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls literally sucking his cock between them and squeezing down around him. “Fuck, so fucking warm,” The feeling of your warm wet walls causes his mind to start spinning. “Fucking, fuck…” You feel his cock slowly stretching and filling your walls, which was causing you to feel another tightening feeling building inside you. “You feel so good, you always feel so good,” His hips pause once he was fully buried inside you, and he takes in a few deep breaths.

“Fuck, Minho…” You mumble and move your other hand away from the tiled wall and wrap it over his shoulders, your fingers dig into his back as you feel him starting to move. “Fuck, so good, so good, Min,” Your moans along with his grunts fill the showers as he finds a pace quick enough to satisfy you both. The sinful sound of your wetness squelches loudly throughout the bathroom. “Minho, fuck, fuck, it feels so good,” Your nails dig into his skin, and you scratch at his back.

“Fucking,” He groans. Your bodies rub against each other as the water hits his back and your hand, steam was quickly filling the entire bathroom. “Scratch me up, fuck, it feels so good,” You lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, his hand grips the back of your thigh immediately to hold it there as he manages to thrust in deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out as you feel your back arch in pleasure. It felt like fire was going through your veins as the pleasure becomes more intense, your walls clench around his cock as they rub against all the right spots inside you. “Miinnnhhooo!” You push your head back against the tiled wall as you feel a tingling sensation going up your legs and up your spine. His other hand grips your hip and positions you in such a way that each time he would thrust into you, his pubic bone would hit your clit. “MINHO!”

“Fuck, do it again, fuck, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulse around his cock. Your breathing was speeding up, and you could feel the tightening feeling inside you only becoming more intense as the seconds went by. “Fuck, yes, again!”

“MINHO!” You cry out. You were on the edge of pleasure, your mind was spinning, and you were seeing stars once again, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your lids shut in complete bliss. “FUCK!” You scratch at his back as you feel the tension suddenly snap inside you, your mind falls into the clouds and your body feels like it was floating through the high. “MINHO, MINHO, MINHOOOO!” He could feel your walls clenching around him, milking his cock for an orgasm, and milking him to fill you with his load.

“Fuck, yes, fuck, more…” He groans as his hips snap forward. His balls tighten, and he feels a heartbeat starting to form in the head of his cock. “Fuck, fuck, Y/n, baby…” He closes his eyes as he feels his high getting closer. His movements were getting sloppy and uneven as he was chasing after his high.

“MIINHHOO!” You moan while going through your high. “Minhhhooo, fuck, fuck, so good, oh, my fucking…” Your grip on his hair tightens as you pull on it. “FUCK!” His head drops to the crook of your neck, and you could hear him grunting right into your neck as he rolls his hips into yours. “Fuck!”

“Fuck… I’m gonna… fuck,” He groans. His grip on your thigh and hip tightens before you feel his hips moving rapidly into yours. “Yyyy/nnnn,” You were slowly coming down from your high when you feel his load spilling into you, and him rocking his hips into yours to ease himself through his high and at the same time get you through yours.

“Fuck, Minho, fuck…” You moan and open your eyes. You blink rapidly to adjust your vision before loosening your grip on his hair and his back. “So good, baby, it feels so good when you do this to me…” His hips slow down before completely stopping against yours, you both breathe in loudly as you try to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. “You okay?” You gently play with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Hmm…” He hums and pulls his head away from your neck. “I’m good, more than good,” He looks at your face and gives you a lazy smile. “And you, are you okay?” He carefully lowers your leg and slides halfway out from you, making you take in a shuddering breath.

“All good,” You gasp out. He leans his head closer to yours, and leans his forehead against yours, making sure your noses are brushing together. You could feel his breath against your lips before you tilt your head and press your lips against his, softly kissing him. He slowly backs up and pulls you away from the wall and underneath the shower head, water quickly rushes onto your head and slips between your bodies, his hand moves to cup your ass before he pulls away from the kiss.

“Let me wash you,” He mutters and pulls his head out from underneath the water. You pull your head away from underneath the shower head and tighten your grip on him. “I need to go get the soap.”

“Let me wash you too,” You whisper. “It’s only fair if you wash me, then I wash you,” He nods his head, knowing this is an argument he won’t win if he started one. “Okay, then you can go get the soap,” You release the hold on , andand he takes a step back, you move your body underneath the water to let it run over you and wash some of the sweat coating your skin off. “Can we get a punching bag for you at home?”

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rose0catcher · 9 months

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sstarlessstay · 1 year

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taking your pet to the surgery with minho

minho is always there for you. that is why when you called your best friend for help, he reacted immediately. he picked you from your home and took you to the vet clinic.

when your cat was taken for the surgery, you stayed in the hall together. you sat on the small couch and grabbed your knees trying to stay calm. anxiety started to crawl up your spine and hands are started to go numb. minho was rather in a cheerful mood, however when he noticed that you started trembling, he squated in front of you, locking your legs between his knees. everything felt so surreal that you didn't even notice that his hands were caressing yours, trying to prevent you from shaking. his hands were warm and yet strong, giving you some sort of safety.

it's okay. he whispered, looking at you. you managed to finally take a look at him. blonde haired man tilted his head to the right and chuckled, looking you straight in the eyes. it is going to be okay.

i am just so scared. you said. minho knew that you loved that cat. moreover that cat loved purring on minho's lap while he stayed at your place. he also used to bring some toys or some food for that cat.

i know, dear, I know. he took your hands in his as if trying to warm you up. we just need to wait a little. do you trust me?

you silently nodded. minho chuckled and you both felt the look of an old granny that was sitting on the other side of the hall. she smiled looking at you two,imagining a couple being nervous about the surgery of their pet child.

do you want some snack? he asked, you didn‘t answer, but simply shook your head in denial.

you sat there in the hall for half an hour. it was a long time waiting where you wandered around the hall, asked for water and ended up sitting next to minho, resting your had on his shoulder. you almost fell asleep when you were invited to the vet's office. you slowly opened your eyes and felt that you are lying on minho's shoulder. he didn't even move while you were having your short nap.

do you want me to go there with you? he asked, caressing you hand, when you stood up. you haven't noticed such skinship before but you needed it. everything you could think about is your pet.

yeah. you nodded. your fingers wounded around his and you locked your hands together.

minho followed you to the vet's office, holding your hand tight. it gave you some sort of safety, that in that room you will be told something good.

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #lee know scenario #lee know imagines #lee know #lee know fluff #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #skz lee know #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n

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blu-joons · 2 years

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He Comes Home To You After An Argument ~ Lee Minho

A sigh came from you as you dropped down on your sofa, reminding yourself of just how empty your apartment was. Whilst you finished your work, your mind was clear, but as soon as you came back, you were reminded that Minho was nowhere to be found.

Your argument was a little hazy in the back of your mind, the source something that you had forgotten about. Everything seemed to escalate, and before you knew it your hand was against the small of Minho’s back ushering him towards the door.

He didn’t quite know what had gone on either as he walked out of the door, taking a chilly breath in amongst the winter breeze. It was cold and it was uncomfortable for him, but Minho knew that on the other side of the door you needed some time to calm down after everything.

Unlike you though, Minho could remember exactly why the argument started, and that reason was him. His mouth had runaway from him as he came home from work, as usual, taking the stress of it all out on you without even realising he was doing it.

He couldn’t blame you for fighting back, he couldn’t blame either of you for escalating things when you both just tried to stand your ground and not let the other walk all over you by shouting.

Before he knew it, he was in the middle of the city walking around as Minho tried his best to judge how long to give things before heading home. His footsteps led him, his mind elsewhere, looking around the city at the various things that were going on, admiring the hustle despite how cold the weather was getting outside.

The only thing that brought him back to the real world was the wave of an old woman in front of his face, stopping him in his tracks. Her hand pointed across to her flower stall that was on the corner of the street, offering him the chance to take a look.

As she showed him around, the corners of Minho’s mouth quickly turned up. With what was left of the money in his wallet after the day, he bought the biggest bouquet that he possibly could, throwing in a tip too as the woman seemed to solve part of Minho’s problem.

With the flowers in hand, Minho turned back around and started walking back along the path that he had already walked down. It was instinct in him to know the way, finding his feet carrying him in the direction of your apartment without even needing to give it any thought.

Once he was there, a cautious knock at the door followed, impatiently standing as he waited to hear your footsteps. The sound of the lock turning made Minho jump, extending his hand forwards just as the door opened up.

“What are you doing?” You sighed as you peered around the door, unable to see Minho through the flowers before you.

“I’m saying sorry,” Minho simply replied to you, moving the flowers down so that he was able to see you. “I shouldn’t have started the argument with you earlier, it was stupid, but for some reason I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Minho, slowly stepping back and opening up the door to your home. Minho took that as a sign to walk in, taking cautious steps as he moved through into the living room, with you following behind him.

“These are for you,” he told you once you were beside him, holding the flowers out once again, letting go once your hand was around the stems.

You couldn’t help but smile at the warming colours of the flowers in the bunch, bringing them underneath your nose. Apology flowers were never something that you received from Minho, but they certainly let you know just how bad he felt.

“These are nice,” you told Minho.

The smile on his face grew as he quickly realised that the flowers had gone part of the way to apologising to you. There was still plenty that needed to be talked about, but if nothing else, the flowers definitely softened the blow.

Although at times Minho liked to think that arguments weren’t his fault, this time around he knew he was the one to blame. You had done nothing, as you usually seemed to do, even if he didn’t want to necessarily admit that things weren’t your fault.

“I’m really sorry for taking things out on you, it was unfair on you,” Minho whispered, “no matter how hard I work, I shouldn’t let that frustration out here.”

“I was trying to help you earlier, trying to be nice to you.”

Minho nodded in agreement with you, knowing that all you tried to do was be there for him. Things always got taken out on those closest to him, he expected people to just take it, but unfortunately for Minho he had taken things too far tonight.

A sigh came from him as you continued to stare down at the bouquet of flowers. “Have you got a vase to put those in?” He timidly asked, wary about changing the subject.

“I’m sure I’ve got one somewhere.”

There was still a slight tension between the two of you as you walked into the kitchen, finding a vase in one of the cupboards as Minho followed behind you.

“I really am sorry,” Minho told you once again as you started busying yourself tidying up the flowers in your hands. “I promise that I’m going to try and get better at not getting angry, especially when I’m around you too.”

“Minho, you don’t need to keep apologising,” you smiled back across at him. “I know that you’re sorry, I know that it was a mistake too. I mean you bought me flowers, that tells me just how sorry you are this time around.”

His head nodded as you filled up the vase with some water, carefully filling it so that it didn’t end up drowning the flowers that Minho had bought you.

“Is this what it takes to get you to know that I’m sorry? Will I have to keep buying you flowers from now on when we argue?”

“The flowers were certainly a nice touch.”

You couldn’t deny that you were impressed by Minho’s sudden gesture, not expecting it from him at all. He had tried his best to impress you, to let you see how remorseful he was, and although you tried to hide it a little, you were definitely touched by what he had done.

And as you placed the flowers into the vase after trimming the stems, you knew that they were going to be the perfect addition to your home for a while.

“I hate arguing with you,” Minho told you as he met your eyes, “we’re supposed to enjoy ourselves and laugh together.”

“Then stop being a stroppy bugger when you come home from work,” you teased in reply to him, “relax, like I try to get you to do.”

His head nodded once more as he moved around the table to where you stood, draping his arm over your shoulders, feeling your head rest down against his shoulder.

“I’m still sorry,” Minho told you once again, wanting to make sure that you knew just how apologetic he was.

Your hand hit gently against his chest, “you can stop saying sorry, you’ve already buttered me up enough by buying me flowers.”

“I’ll definitely have to remember flowers for next time,” he joked.

“I’ll expect them every single time now.”

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lyramundana · 9 months

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Poly MinSung dynamic in (most) of my AUs:

Minho-Jisung-MC

(Bonus points if MC played matchmaker)

(Bonus points if the both can't function without MC now)

Taglist: @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams @queenmea604 @linlinaert

#poly minsung #minsung x reader #lee know x reader x han jisung #minsung #lee know scenario #han jisung scenario #minsung scenario #skz prompts #skz scenarios #skz imagine

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ta3mint · 2 years

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either a minho best friends to lovers or enemies to lovers with an angry confession 😩😩

Promises

Contains: university au, best friends to lovers, Minho x fem!reader, angst with a fluffy ending

Warnings: toxic relationship with an on/off male lover, mentions of gaslighting behavior/emotional abuse, insecure reader, harsh language/cussing, yelling from both Minho and reader

Word Count: 2,411

It wasn’t that you meant to keep going back to him every time he begged you to. It just kind of kept happening. It was a cycle; after every break up would come a make up, so to speak.

You knew that he was the reason you felt like you did everything wrong, as well as the reason you were afraid of everything. He would blow up about something and take it out on you, and you just let him. Deep down, you also knew he was no good for you.

But you fell for it every damn time, his apologies laced with a certain something that lured you in like a predator does its prey. Truly, they were nothing but pretty promises woven in between festering lies.

“Just give me one more chance, (Y/N). You know I love you; it was me, it wasn’t you that was in the wrong. Please forgive me. Please take me back. You just misunderstood me, that's all.”

His words from today’s conversation kept replaying in your mind, and you tried not to think about how every time it was just a different combination of the same ones. Over and over again... but you just couldn’t stand the thought of being alone. That was what you hated the most about this whole thing. When you were lonely was when things got the worst in your mind. Even being with him made it a little better. You supposed it was the comfort of familiarity. Besides...what if this time truly was the time he would change?

You shook your head suddenly to clear the thoughts. You didn’t have time to think about it right now. This was a problem for later, and it was one that could be solved with a few texts. Minho was waiting for you to study with him in the library for a big test coming up, and you couldn’t leave him hanging. He was your best friend, after all.

Only a few minutes late to your scheduled meet up time in the library, you made your way over to Minho sheepishly. He was buried in a thick book, flipping a pencil between his fingers in concentration.

As you got closer to him, you thought he hadn’t noticed you. But he quickly proved you wrong for the umpteenth time in your relationship.

“I was just wondering to myself if I should text you,” Minho said quietly, not looking up from his book.

You bit your lip, sliding into the seat across from him as quietly as you could.

“You okay?”

Minho looked up this time when he spoke, making eye contact with you over the edge of whatever he was reading. But his neutral expression quickly turned into one of confusion once he noticed your tension.

"Is it him again?"

You gulped, scolding yourself for being so easy to read.

"And don't say it isn't. I know that look," Minho sighed, shifting in his seat to sit up straighter.

Damn, he's good.

"Let's just not talk about it. We came to study, remember?"

Minho nodded, not sparing you another glance before looking back to the text in front of him. He seemed more gruff than usual today. Weird.

"That we did. Glad you remembered."

You blinked a few times, stunned into silence. What had gotten into him?

Trying in vain to shove it out of your mind, you dug through your bag to get your book out, not totally sure what you were in for today.

Thankfully, Minho seemed to be in a better mood as time went on. You knew he would scold you at some point though, just like he always did when you went back to your ex. Part of you knew Minho was right and you deserved every bit of his lectures and it made you beat yourself up even more.

The two of you stayed in the library studying until it got dark, only taking a few breaks to use the bathroom and grab snacks occasionally. You glanced down at your phone and mentioned to your study partner that it was getting really late.

"Well," Minho said with finality, clamping his book shut, "I think we're as knowledgeable as we'll ever be anyway, (Y/N). What do you say we go back to my place and watch a movie or something? I could really use a break from thinking. The test will just have to be what it is tomorrow."

Minho laughed, his face scrunching up in the cute way it always does when he's truly happy. It made you stop and think for a second.

What if Minho were your boyfriend? I mean, the two of you already do basically everything together. Would it really be much different? And he was pretty cute... You would be lying if you said you hadn't always thought so.

Nah, there's no way Minho would ever want to date you anyway. His girlfriends had all been so beautiful, he would be way out of your league even if you were interested in him. Which you weren't. He was your best friend. Nothing else. That's all.

Right?

Minho's fingers snapping inches from your face drew you out of your thoughts instantly.

"Helloooo?" He whined at you as he took his hand away.

"Ah, sorry, I was thinking about... something. Yeah, let's go back to your place! Just don't pick something boring."

Minho's eyebrow twitched and he started to open his mouth to say something, but decided against it, seemingly satisfied.

Once you were at his apartment, you threw your stuff down and kicked off your shoes like you always did when you came over, and breathed a sigh of relief. Minho's place really was like a second home to you.

He chuckled at you, nudging your stuff out of the way and placing his own things next to them.

"You pick. I have to use the bathroom really quick."

Minho padded down the hallway to the bathroom, but before entering, he poked his head around the corner.

"And don't pick a girly movie!"

It was your turn to chuckle when he glared at you playfully, going back on his previous path slowly for emphasis.

Before you could make your way over to the tv, your phone alerted you to a text. You pulled it from your pocket and turned the screen on, not at all surprised at who sent it to you.

"I thought you were going to text me tonight? Can we please talk?"

A pang of guilt hit you in the chest for not texting him like you said you would. Truthfully, you had just forgotten because you were with Minho.

With one hand, you held your phone, thumb hovering over the keyboard trying to think of a reply. The other hand picked nervously at the hem of your shirt.

As soon as your thumb pressed the first key, a hand jerked the device from you out of nowhere.

"What the fuck, Minho? Give me my phone!"

He stood before you, having quietly come back from the bathroom, your phone gripped tightly in his hand.

"No," he said firmly, "I know who you're texting, and you don't need to text him back."

You ears burned red and your fingers curled into your hands, forming tight fists by your sides.

"I don't know what is up with you today, but I need my phone back. Give it to me."

You held your hand out expectantly, hoping he didn't notice it shaking in the dim light of his living room.

"I said no. I'm not letting you do this to yourself again. How many times has it been, anyway?"

Honestly, you had no idea. You had lost track a long time ago. But it didn't matter.

"You're not letting me? You don't control me, Minho. I can do what I want and talk to who I want. Give me my phone, right now."

You hadn't meant to raise your voice at him, but you felt like you were going to lose it. Minho had no right. He didn't know anything about this. This was your choice, your relationship.

"Do you even realize what you're doing to yourself?" Minho yelled at you, raising his voice as well.

Tears pricked the edges of your eyes and it took everything in you not to wrestle the phone from him right then and there.

"You don't understand, Minho. I have to go back to him."

Minho groaned, gripping the phone even tighter in his hand as he brought both of them to his head, rubbing the edges of them against his temples.

"I understand a lot more than you think. You go back to him because he's familiar, (Y/N). That's all it is. You don't love him. I don't think you even like him. You stopped doing that a long time ago!"

The tears finally fell, and it didn't go unnoticed by Minho even in the middle of a full-on yelling match between you.

One of your hands still balled up in a fist flew to your face, rubbing the tears away violently. But another bout of anger bubbled up inside of you and spilled over before you could stop it, in the form of a scream directly at poor Minho.

"Why do you even care, Minho?! Why now?"

"Because I'm in love with you, (Y/N)!"

The room fell silent in a matter of seconds. So silent, in fact, that you were sure the echoes of Minho's loud, angry confession weren't just a figment of your imagination.

The desperate anger on Minho's face dissipated the second your bottom lip started to tremble, and he instantly felt horrible for yelling at you. God knows you had had enough of that before.

He assumed you would push past him, out of his apartment door, never to speak to him again. Instead, you took one hesitant step towards him, reaching your arms out to him as if you were a child looking for comfort. He instantly got the message, making his way over to you just in time for you to collapse into him, the two of you slowly sinking to the floor tangled in each other's arms.

"I'm sorry," Minho whispered hoarsely, rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. "I didn't mean to yell so much. But I couldn't hold it in anymore. You don't have to say anything. Let all of your tears out, okay? Don't feel guilty."

Your phone clattered to the floor as it fell from in between you, and Minho decided to hold onto you with both hands now since he was given the opportunity.

Your fingers tightened around the front of his now tear-stained shirt. He was right. He always had been, and you felt dumb for just now letting yourself believe it fully. It took all of this happening for you to realize that the familiar one, the one you needed, had been right by your side the whole time, unwavering. It had never been your ex, it had been Minho.

"Say it again," you hiccuped through your tears timidly, cracking through the quiet veil that had fallen over the two of you once more.

"Say what again?" Minho asked, looking down at you in confusion.

"That you love me."

Minho tensed up under your grasp. He hadn't expected you to say anything for a while, and especially not something like that. But it was now or never.

"Only if you look at me, so I can say it to you properly- like I've always wanted to. That first time doesn't count."

His fingers found your chin, and he held onto it gently to steer your gaze up to meet his.

You blinked a few times so you could see him all the way, and he had the tiniest, most shy grin on his face that you had ever seen. The way it was slightly crooked only made your heart flutter more.

"I love you, (Y/N). I always have. It tore me up inside every time you went back to that asshole, knowing that if you kept doing that to yourself, you would never know what actual love felt like. You deserve so much better than him, and I want to be the one to show you what it feels like to be loved. I'll tell you every single day how much I love you, and how much you make my heart flutter every time you laugh or smile. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, inside and out. And if you give me the chance, I will make sure you never feel the way he made you feel again. You'll never even have to think about him again."

He gently swiped your stray tears away with the pad of his thumb, gazing into your eyes with nothing but concern and love for you. It felt good to finally tell you how he felt.

He made eye contact with you for a split second, and searched your face for any type of answer. But it occurred to him that he might be pushing you into it.

"I understand if you don't want to. Take your time okay? I know it's a lot."

Minho was going to say more, but he didn't get the chance to before you crashed your lips onto his.

He froze for only an instant before melting into your kiss, holding onto your face with both hands as if you might break in your fragile state. However, your grip on his shirt only tightened as he kissed you back, and he couldn't help but smile against your lips, the taste of your tears lingering near the corners of your mouth.

The kiss didn't last long, but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever experienced. When you pulled away, Minho once again looked at you for a response with a raised eyebrow and a breathless smile.

"I love you too, Minho. Now kiss me again for real."

Minho smiled so wide, he thought it might split his face in two.

"I promise, I'll kiss you every single day from now on."

As Minho dove back in to meet you again, you decided that his promise was the one you needed to hear. It was the most beautiful, because it was genuine. There wasn't a doubt in your mind.

He was what you needed, and this was where you needed to be.

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