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wineauntie · 9 days

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evie and mom surprising Quinn with adoption papers🥺🥺

OH I LOVE THIS! (This is one longggg blurb, basically a fic without all the formalities)

Also I wrote this in under 25 mins and it’s severely unedited due to it being 2am

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Evie was seven when she asked if Quinn was her real dad. Your smart girl knew she looked nothing like Quinn and that Quinn was her ‘Winnie’ up until she’d started calling him dad when she was four.

You’d never actively hidden the fact Quinn wasn’t her dad, but Evie had never been fully interested in the fact or conversation at all.

She’d popped the question in the car on the way to school and despite your preparation for the day you knew would eventually come, you found yourself hurriedly taking Evie to a small diner nearby instead of school that day.

The two of you had sat down with hot chocolate and pancakes as you explained that Quinn wasnt her dad by blood, but he was her dad by heart, and that’s all that really mattered.

Evie was curious, she asked about her ‘blood dad’ and why she had never seen him. You treaded carefully around the subject, cautious so as not to hurt Evie in any shape or form.

Evie’s biological father was a horrible man whom once told that you were pregnant, had broken up with you, told you he was sleeping with your best friend, and then demanded you got rid of Evie, or ‘it’ as he’d called her.

You avoided saying any of this to Evie, simply saying that “he wasn’t ready to be a dad and then he had to go away.”

Evie looked a bit confused and as you expected a wave of questions from her, she shrugged saying “Dad was ready to be a dad.” And then proceeded to ask for more pancakes, knowing you’d give into her every whim at that moment.

After another plate of pancakes later, and the two of you cuddled side by side in a booth Evie had yawned, and curled into you, her voice small and tired as she whispered “I wish dad was my actual dad.”

Your heart cracked at her defeated voice, but a niggling thought arose in your head. A thought that pestered you to the point of restlessness, to the point where the world ceased to exist outside of your little family.

You’d told Quinn what had happened that day and he supported you whole heartedly, even going as far as having a one-on-one conversation with Evie about it. You allowed the both of them to talk in private only hearing snippets like “you’re my kid, bug, no blood will change that.”

And

“I love you too, now why don’t you go grab a movie and you, me and mom can go watch it?”

You spent days upon days mulling over the thought that lingered and grew exponentially by the hour and before you knew it, it was two weeks later and once again, you were driving Evie to school.

“Hey, Evie?” You asked tentatively. Your sweet little girl’s head bobbed up and down with a small hum as you pulled over the car to face her. “You know our talk we had about dad not being your blood dad?”

“And that dad is my heart dad!” Evie excitedly added, her teddy bear, Ted, held in one hand as her eyes twinkled. No matter how old she got, the teddy gifted to her by Quinn’s brothers, always accompanied her in the car on the way to school and remained there until she was collected afterwards.

“Exactly,” You smiled softly, your face completely losing any tension at your girl’s words. “Well, how would you like it if Dad became your real dad…your legal dad?”

The thought had been floating around for the past two weeks and it hadn’t been the first you’d thought of it. What you had with Quinn was undeniable– the two of you had been together for five and a half years, almost six years and he had become so ingrained in every aspect of your life and being.

He loved you to the moon and back, his care and love shining through with everything he did. He’d even gifted you a promise ring a year ago, an act of complete and pure commitment to you and Evie. Your daughter had gotten a small, dainty necklace, that mimicked the design of your ring.

Quinn was in it for the long run.

He knew it, and so did you.

“My legal dad?” Evie questioned, sounding out the sentence like an intricate problem.

“It means that he’ll sign an adoption paper, saying that the world recognises him to be your actual dad, and not just your heart dad. He’ll adopt you.”

“Mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Is that like what people do with dogs?”

You tilted her head at her question with a light laugh. “I suppose it is,” you shrugged.

“I like dogs…I want Dad to adopt me.”

And that was how you arrived at this very moment. It was the beginning of playoff season with the Canucks dominating their first game and Quinn playing incredibly.

The three of you had decided to have a nice family night with a dinner consisting of food you’d ordered in and a movie night, where the three of you would watch whatever Evie desired.

Evie was like a spring, bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement, glancing towards you every now and again. Your girl was smart, when you told her that you guys should surprise Quinn with adoption papers, she was all for it.

Quinn was chatting away to Evie and you all dinner, explaining the playoffs to Evie and catching up on the day with you.

Things were running smoothly under Evie eventually cried out and whipped her head towards you, unable to contain her excitement.

“Mom, can we do it now?!” She pleaded, her wanting eyes shattering any resolve you possessed.

“Do what?” Quinn paused his chewing and placed down his utensils, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Evie beamed at him as you handed a large envelope to your daughter. “What’s that, Bug?”

Evie, now holding the envelope, felt a sudden wash of doubt cross over her, her eyes flitting towards you in worry.

“It’s okay, my brave girl,” you murmured, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “Take your time.”

Quinn, unsettled by the sudden drop in Evie’s excitement looked ready to pounce into protective mode, with Evie wrapped safely in his arms. He remained quiet as you shot him a reassuring look, his gaze following Evie as she tread close to him.

“Dad?” Evie mumbled, her eyes pointed at her feet. Quinn felt his lips twitch up at the name. The name itself never failed to elicit the most glee-filled feeling he’d ever felt, and hearing it from Evie, his daughter, warmed his heart and soul.

“Yes, Bug?” He answered, his fingers lifting her chin carefully so that the two were looking at one another. His hand cupped her worried face, as he tried to rub soothing circles on her cheek. “Is everything okay?” He watched as Evie took a deep breath in before holding out the envelope.

“This is for you,” she explained meekly, glancing at you for support before focusing back on her feet.

“Me?” Quinn mused, cautiously taking the it from her. His fingers flipped open the unsealed envelope, pulling out a set of papers, neatly paper clipped together. His eyes scanned the first few words, which were big and bold across the top.

APPLICATION FOR ADOPTION ORDER

Quinn’s jaw went slack, his eyes immediately jumping to you, as you bit your lip nervously, urging him to react.

“You…me…you want me to adopt you?” Quinn’s raspy voice cracked as he refocused his attention on Evie.

“Not like a dog, but like my actual dad,” Evie supplied as if she was teaching him to understand it. She turned to you as you graced her with a smile for remembering what the two of you had talked about.

You didn’t often see Quinn cry. He wasn’t much of a crier you see. When he got upset, he got tired or quiet, so when tears tumbled down his cheeks you and Evie were lost in what to do.

“Oh no, we made dad upset,” Evie whimpered, looking at you in panic and devastation.

“No…no! I’m not upset,” Quinn choked out, his hands dropping the papers as he moved to fully face the small girl. “I’m just…I’m really grateful, Bug…this is, it’s just…thank you.”

Quinn captured Evie in a tight hug, her head burying itself into the crook of his neck as it once had whenever she was younger. Her own little arms had thrown themselves around his neck, clutching onto him as if he’d disappear if she didn’t.

You watched, with your own hot tears spilling over onto the cushion of your cheeks as your daughter hugged her dad. Watching the two together seemed to mend whatever your ex/Evie’s dad had broken inside of you.

“Mom, come join,” Evie’s muffled voice called out from its position. That was all it took for you to rush towards your family, enveloping they both in a tight hug. You watched as Quinn lifted his face, his reddened eyes, filled with love and happiness meeting your encouraging ones.

“You’re sure about this?” Quinn whispered to you and only you. He loved the two of you more than words could ever deny, there was no buts about it. He just wanted to be sure that you were one hundred percent certain on it.

You pressed your lips to his, feeling the saltiness of his tears against his plump lips before slowly drawing away to lean your forehead against his.

“I have never been more sure of anything.”

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lovingseventeen · 1 year

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can you do svt crying in front of you for the first time? (established relationship) 🥺

svt crying in front of you for the first time ✧˖*°࿐

a/n: the occasional mild angst, some are less serious than others. also sorry this took a bit, sometmes it's so easy to write for all 13 of them but other times i feel like i'm stretching ideas thin.. so i wanted to try to make this as good as i could .. i hope you enjoyed!

seungcheol:

○ it was after an argument with the members

○ really, it was just something stupid that got blown out of proportion and everyone went home with a hot head. he didn’t say much when he got home to you and you could sense that something was off

○ you decided not to hover around him and just let him come to you and vent if he wanted to

○ up until he was on the couch and you saw him check his messages and angrily throw his phone. you flinched at the sound but you also softened when you saw him angrily wipe his eyes

○ “hey.. what’s wrong?” you asked softly, carefully placing a hand on his arm

○ he just sat down and you followed. soon after, he lays down to put his head in your lap, voice muffled by his hands covering his face. “just something stupid” he sighed

○ instinctively, you start running your fingers through his hair bc you know it soothes him. you don’t say much to him in these moments but you’re glad you can help him calm down when he’s so upset (10 mins later you realize he’s fallen asleep while you trace your fingers)

jeonghan:

○ it was after an argument between the two of you

○ words were thrown around and he was being far too nonchalant and somehow that made you even more irritated

○ " i don't even know about this anymore!" you spit out

○ you'd never looked at him like that either. it's like he unlocked this new level of disappointment and he wondered if he could come back from it

○ "is this it, then?" he said, voice still far too quiet for the emotions that were running rampant in the room

○ angry and hurt tears fell from his eyes but he wouldn't break eye contact with you

○ he didn't want this to end, and he really didn't want this image of you to be the lasting one in his mind if it did

○ you softened, looking away, "i don't want it to be"

○ a small wave of relief washed over him, he could still hold onto you. he walked over to you to gently hold your hand, one that was crossed over your chest

○ "i don't want it either." you let him pull you into him

○ "can we please restart this conversation? i'm sorry it got here" he whispers into your hair

○ you embrace him back "yeah, i'm sorry too"

joshua:

○ he's a bit of an empath

○ you were crying during a movie so in the end, so was he NYDSDHSJ

○ "darling.." he says softly, heart aching over the sight of tears running down your face

○ there wasn't much he could do but to let you cry it out and feel your emotions but he wasn't expecting himself to get so sad either

○ he just wraps an arm around you, running a soothing hand up and down your back

○ he tries to look back at the movie but every sniffle and hiccup from you makes him turn back to you

○ when you notice his eyes blotchy too, it almost makes you stop altogether

○ "you're crying too, josh?"

○ "can't really help it when you're crying, baby" he chuckles, as both of you dab each other's tear's away with your own sleeves

○ "we're being a little silly right now, huh?" you slightly laugh

○ he does his little signature eye crinkle with a little snort, "maybe we are"

jun:

○ it was when he sprained his ankle pretty badly dancing and he was told to take a rest for two weeks

○ inevitably, it felt like the world was turning without him and that he wouldn't be able to keep up when he returned

○ you caught him trying to watch over a dance practice and following along in your living room

○ all was alright up until he put too much weight on his injury and fell over, landing on his bum

○ "ah, shit" he cringed, getting up to drop himself on the couch

○ "aren't you supposed to be resting, hm?" you asked gently, sitting down next to him

○ he leaned forward, placing his head in his hands, "yeah" followed by a sniffle

○ "you know the rest will let you come back and dance even better, right?" you asked gently

○ " i know, but i just want to keep up"

○ "darling you'll be able to make it up easily, you're literally the best" you encouraged

○ "you're just saying that because i'm your boyfriend" he mumbled into his hands

○ "not just because of that" you assured, wrapping your arms around his middle, "but because you're just that amazing"

hoshi:

○ he didn’t want you to find out that he was an emotional drunk. but of course, this was also kind of inevitable

○ one of the boys had texted you asking if you could pick him up after they all had a bit to drink while filming

○ by the time you drove your car up to the hybe building entrance, hoshi was waiting with an arm slung around mingyu’s shoulders (mingyu had an arm around his waist). anyone passing by would think that they were dating

○ “thanks for coming by, y/n” mingyu says, half carrying hoshi into the passenger seat and buckling him in. “any time” you laughed

○ you drove for a little bit in silence as you assumed that hoshi fell asleep. but suddenly you heard your name called out in a small voice

○ “what is it bub?”

○ a deep inhale. “myungho said i wasn’t a tiger”

wonwoo:

○ he didn't cry often in general, so you never really saw it

○ both of you were surprised when it was when he first heard circles

○ "woozi sent this over to me and said it's what he's always wanted to say so i wonder what it is"

○ he places his phone down on the table as you both listen to it

○ you're watching him more than you're listening

○ wonwoo himself is caught off-guard when he finds himself trying to hold his face back from frowning

○ suddenly his breathing is a little heavier as he's trying to control this heavy lump in his throat

○ it's by the second chorus that the tears start falling and you only reach over to hold his hand

○ he can't stop the tears by now so all he can do is wipe them away with the end of his sweater

○ you both wait for the song to finish (you yourself had to hold back from watching your boyfriend cry) and just sit in silence a little after

○ "it was beautiful" you say

○ a chuckle. "yeah it really was"

woozi:

○ it happened rarely, but rarely doesn’t mean never

○ he couldn’t come up with new ideas for his music

○ you visited him at his studio, but little did you know it was his nth hour of replaying the same clips over and over to jog his brain

○ “i brought you something~~” you announced as you closed the door behind you

○ he was hunched over his laptop, barely acknowledging your presence

○ you knew this was unusual, so you made your way towards him, setting the food you brought down on a table

○ when you sat next to him, he turned his face away but you didn’t miss the deep and slightly broken inhale he took

○ immediately you’re filled with worry. “what’s wrong?” you ask, reaching to give his knee a squeeze

○ “i’m gonna ruin our next album i can’t come up with anything”

○ “hey,” you said softly, “hey, you know that’s not true”

○ he finally turned to you with a stray tear falling down. he didn’t say anything out of fear of just crying more

○ “how about this,” you offer, “have you taken a break?” he shakes his head.

○ “have you maybe asked some of the other guys for help?” yet another head shake.

○ “have you left this room in the last 48 hours- not including the bathroom!” you clarified, this finally made him laugh.

dokyeom:

○ it was during a movie (bless his heart)

○ it wasn’t even a particularly sad one, it was actually quite the opposite

○ something about a child reuniting with their parents after being lost for so long and it touched your heart too

○ though it surprised you to look at your boyfriend hurriedly wiping tears away from his eyes

○ maybe you fell in love with him a little more, “you okay?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek

○ he sniffled but smiled nonetheless, “yeah, ‘m just happy they found each other again”

mingyu:

○ it was after a particularly grueling day of practice

○ his body couldn't seem to keep up with the complicated choreography and he was missing half of his marks

○ the other members were making jokes at his expense with no malice whatsoever, but little did they know they were hitting a little deeper that day

○ during one of their breaks he checked his phone

○ i'm in the area getting lunch, do you want me to drop off something? you texted

○ yes please, he replied, texting a simple order

○ when you arrived at the hybe building, he met you in one of the quieter spaces meant for employee lounging so he could talk to you for a few minutes, you did come all the way

○ "hi baby" he greeted, so so glad to see you

○ "hi gyu," you smiled, but something in your gut told you something was off, "you okay?"

○ for a moment you saw his smile falter, but he quickly tried to mask it again. "yeah i'm fine, the new dance is just kinda hard"

○ you didn't want to press too much further so you just reached up to cup his cheek, "i trust that you'll get it gyu, i really do"

○ he sees how genuinely you believe your words through your eyes and this is enough to make him smile but not enough to let him fully hold back a tear

○ you wipe it away and he leans into your touch

minghao:

○ you were partaking in a little tea ceremony with him

○ maybe there was something in the air that day, the weather was beautiful, warm, but not enough to make you sweat, a simple breeze passing through

○ he snuck a peak at you sitting across from him while you were meditating

○ he was hit with a sudden sense of fulfillment

○ there you were, putting your utmost focus into something he cared about and he just felt so happy

○ your face looked so relaxed as the gentle sunshine made your skin look like it was glowing

○ since the two of you think alike, you snuck a peek at him too and caught him wiping a tear away

○ "are you okay, hao?"

○ "just happy" he smiled

seungkwan:

○ it was after one of their tours and seungkwan had been away for 3 months

○ you had started dating a month before the tour even started so he was concerned that he was leaving you too soon

○ would you still like him when he came back? what if your met someone who you could be with more often?

○ so on his day back, his stomach was flipping in excitement and in anxiety. he missed you so much, but what if you realized you didn’t miss him?

○ while he unlocks your apartment, he takes a deep breath, preparing himself to accept whatever comes

○ when he opens the door he sees you (with a biggest smile on your face) with a small cake in your hands that says “welcome home my boo!”

○ there’s also some balloons decorating your living room and he just can’t believe you did all of this

○ “y/n” is all he can say, unsure of what he could to convey how much his heart was swelling

○ “welcome home, baby” you smiled, placing the cake down to make your way to him

○ his arms opened up to you like second nature, quick to wrap around your middle to pull you close to him

vernon:

○ dang it's really hard to come up with a scenario where vernon might cry

○ either it has to be a genuinely tragic moment or something kind of random (like him)

○ maybe he was trying to cook or something and rubbed a pepper in his eye because he forgot he held it with his bare hands

○ "babe i need help" you hear from the kitchen

○ there you see your precious boyfriend with his eyes squinted and a little red, not knowing what to do with his hands

○ "what happened?"

○ "rubbed the pepper into my eye.."

○ "ah" you nod, quickly wetting a paper towel to dab at his eyes that are watering

○ pls his hands are still out as he tries not to touch anything else so he looks a little silly

○ "you're trying not to laugh aren't you" he mutters, barely able to open his eyes

○ "no" you deadpan

○ "you can't be mean like this, y/n" he pouts and frowns. if you didn't have the context of the pepper you'd really think you hurt his feelings

○ (lowkey curse him for looking kinda good even if he's crying)

○ "uh huh, poor you" you scoff, making sure to wipe his hands too

dino:

○ cried because drunk you wouldn't get into the damn car (funny how karma hit him after doing the same exact thing to jeonghang)

○ "but i wanna party some more!" you whined, barely able to stand up by yourself

○ he's struggling to carry you as you randomly drop your weight

○ he doesn't know if the tears coming from his eyes are from laughing at your state or genuine frustration that this is so hard

○ the two of you end up plopping on the pavement next to your car as your legs have magically decided to stop working

○ "baby please, my love, my darling, the love of my life, get into the car" he practically begs

○ "but i barely got to drink!"

○ "but you've drank too much!" he half-argues, he finds himself almost losing it because why is he arguing with a drunk person?

○ "honey, please" he even goes to the extent of clasping his hands together, "let's go home"

○ suddenly drunk you decides to bargain

○ "will you buy me ice cream"

○ "baby i would buy a store's entire stock just for you to get into the car"

○ your drunken self softened at this, "you would?" by this, you're also tearing up

○ "okay chan, i'll get in the car"

○ he's thanking the heavens as he helps you up and eventually fastens your seatbelt.

○ but you do make up for things when you mumble what sounds like an 'i love you' before you proceed to pass out in the passenger seat

○ (he still stops by a convenience store to buy you ice cream even as you snooze)

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jazzsonly · 7 months

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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ

pairing(s): maddy perez x fem!reader (no pronouns used.)

warning(s): angst? arguing? none technically. old fic meaning old ass writing.

summary: you can't understand why Maddy won't save your failing relationship

part two. (coming soon!)

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you were laid against fezco's couch while you, him, and rue shared a blunt. tv on, with a random movie blaring from it. you don't know, you weren't really paying attention. maddy was clouding your mind as she usually did.

you had your sixth argument alone this week. you were tired—you couldn't understand. everything was fine. you were fine—more than fine, you were happy. so was maddy or at least you thought because all she seemed to do was start an argument lately. the weirdest part: she'd get even more mad when you tried to deescalate the situation and understand her.

"i think jules is cheating on me." rue announced, blowing smoke from her nose.

"oh word?" fezco let out while I was hummed in response.

was that it? was maddy cheating on you? no. you held her too high to think of her doing that.

"she’a been hanging with elliot a lottt." rue dragged her words.

"maybe you should ask her..." you trail off.

“you know, communicate.”

"yea’ that's word. communication is key." you both turn to fezco.

"when have you been in a relationship?" rue asked the question you were both thinking.

"don’t worry about me—I know a little some." you snort, you loved fez. you knew if you needed anything he had you.

"yo, there's this weird ass old guy out back." everyone looked at ashtray who held a shotgun in his hands.

"fuck, man."

fez stood and turned to both of you, "y'all should head out."

you didn't ask any questions, standing up you made your way to the door. rue behind you as well, grumbling about how she was comfortable.

"you need a ride?" you asked the Bennett.

"nah I got a bike."

✬

maddy's house was on the way to yours so you figured why not stop by. you weren't in the mood to argue so you thought maybe you could get her relaxed and watch a movie.

you knocked on the door a totaled or three times before her mom open it,

"y/n?" she seemed oddly surprised to see you.

"hey mrs.perez, is maddy here?"

"yeah, she's in her room." she pointed to the familiar stairs, stepping aside to let you.

you followed the route upstairs, knocking on the bedroom door twice before peaking your head in. maddy on her bed, phone to her ear. her eyes met you face and she rolled her eyes before telling whoever (assumed Cassie) on the phone she'd call them later.

"hey—I was on my way home and wanted to stop by, hope you don't min—

"come here." you followed, closing the door behind you. surprisingly, she pulled you into a hug, after placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"listen, I don't wanna argu—

"were you smoking?" she questioned, sniffing your shirt that had a light scent of weed.

"yeah, just a little." you mutter already having an idea where this was going.

"you've been doing it a lot—and you've been hanging with rue."

"i’m not on that shit, maddy. just some weed and light drinking. just to relax." you huff at her accusation.

"drinking too? what? you gonna end of like my dad AND rue?" here you go.

"maddy—"

"you’re so fucking selfish." here come the insults.

“i do it because of you!" you blurt of out, voice rising.

"me? no you do because you're fucking self and only think about yourself. god—i should've known when i found you were friends with rue and fez."

you perk up, pointing your finger. “they're good people. don’t you fucking look down on them."

you weren't normally defensive but you weren't gonna let her shit talk your people.

"look, maddy, i didn't come here for this shit. so call me when you get your head on right, bro." you stood, trying to exit of the door you came in but maddy’s hand caught your wrist.

"stay."

"i just—

"we can watch a movie." she gave you doe eyes and you contemplated for a second.

if you stay you know you'd probably argue again but there's also a chance you can be civil. but that was a 75 to 35 ratio

"please, baby."

you sigh, sitting back down.

━━━ 👩🏽‍💻

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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what about sub minho with dom felix? like all the boys think felix definitely gets topped by minho and then they hear felix ruining him in the dorms…

He deserved it

Pairing: Minlix (mention of OT8 | Chanin)

Word Count: 1324

Summary: Felix marks his territory after listening to Minho drooling for Chan all day.

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!min, rough!dom!lix, degradation (slut), spanking (shortly)

A/N: Loved that one...might post a 2nd part if you want🤭

PART TWO

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

The boys were all sitting on the sofa watching a movie when their front door opened. The two missing members came inside, and Chan greeted them with a wave, frowning at how pissed Felix looked. The rest couldn't help but stare either as Minho put his sneakers aside, tensing up as Felix grabbed his wrist tightly. Minho blushed heavily as Felix whispered something to him and nodded timidly.

Felix pulled him into the living room and pushed him past their friends. Minho was waving at them with a small smile before getting pushed up the stairs.

The door to Minho's bedroom fell closed and Chan blinked a little in surprise. “What the hell did we miss?”

“God, Lix looked pissed,” Jisung chimed in.

Hyunjin frowned gently. “Did I just see that right?”

“Felix's in charge when it's those two?” Changbin asked, stunned.

“I always thought….,” Seungmin started, blushing a little and stopping himself from finishing that sentence.

“Minho…a bottom? Minho being submissive?!” Jeongin finished it for him.

“Nah, that can't be. Felix is way too-” Chan trailed off at a sudden noise, the bedframe hitting the wall.

Jisung grabbed the remote, turning the volume down. None of them protested. All of them had been sleeping with at least two other members. None of them really remembered when that started, but they didn't mind having seven pretty guys at their disposal whenever they needed someone.

“Felix can be dominant,” Jeongin told them and blushed, thinking of their last encounter. “But with Minho?”

“He can?” Chan frowned, surprised. “He was sobbing last time; I can hardly imagine that,” he giggled. What made him even more curious was the thought of Minho being submissive. They never hooked up yet because they both liked to be the one in control. A loud moan of Minho answered his question and he sank deeper into the sofa as they rose in pitch, matching the bed frame hitting the wall. “Oh god,” he whispered to himself, and Changbin threw him an amused glance.

Minho's face was buried in the pillow, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack, leaving him no way to silence the noise. He could only hope the others wouldn't hear him getting ruined by Felix; they'd never take him seriously after that. He gripped the sheets as Felix pounded into him, pulling his bum up high and making his back arch beautifully.

“Not so talkative now, huh,” Felix gritted out between his teeth, and Minho moaned in response. “Behaving like such a little slut instead of asking.”

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered and cried out in pleasurable pain as Felix slapped his bum.

“No, you're not,” Felix shook his head, picking up the force of his thrusts, shoving Minho up the mattress. The older one weakly reached up to brace himself against the headboard and stop himself from scooting up even more. “Talking about Channie hyung all night, saying he'd make you cum harder than I ever did.”

“I wa-ahh-s joking,” he moaned out in pure bliss. “Needed you, wa-wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah, so needy that you started talking shit?” he asked and slapped him again.

Minho grew slack with a loud whimper, tears shooting to his eyes. “Mhm, so needy.”

“Needy little slut,” Felix growled and changed the angle of his hips. “You're mine.”

Minho nodded dumbly and gripped the sheets tightly as another harsh pain shot through his left cheek as Felix's hand hit it. “Only need you, don't need Cha-ahhnn,” he moaned out obscenely loud as Felix hit his prostate and made his body shake.

Chan's ears burned up, eyes widening and lips parting at the sound of Minho moaning his name so loudly it could be heard in the whole house. If he hadn't been hard before, he definitely would be now. He didn't dare lift his gaze and check if the others had caught it as well and shifted a little on the sofa, getting uncomfortable. Looking up, he noticed Changbin and Hyunjin had started kissing, and Jisung was seated in Seungmin's lap.

“Hyungie?” Jeongin spoke up, and Chan turned his head to his maknae. He was sitting on his knees next to him, eyes teary at the neglect of the others, and his sweatpants did a bad job of hiding his arousal.

Chan's face softened, and he patted his thighs. “Come here, baby,” he said, and Jeongin quickly shuffled over, straddling his lap and pressing down against him with a soft sigh. Chan gently cupped his face, soothingly rubbing his thumbs across his cheekbones, and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Need your hyung to take care of his little baby?” he asked quietly enough for only them to hear.

“Please,” he whispered, needily grinding down against him.

Minho was seeing stars by now, unable to form a clear sentence. He couldn't stop the noise from leaving his mouth, and it had him writhing with embarrassment. Felix had never gone so hard on him before, and fuck he loved it. “Close,” he whimpered, and Felix laughed.

“Forget it, you're not cumming before I say so,” he told him. “I'll show your beloved Channie just how fucked out you are once I'm done with you.” An obscene moan spilled from Minho's lips, and he clenched hard around him. “My baby would like that, huh? Such a needy little slut.”

“So needy,” Minho slurred, completely out of it by now. “Please,” he whimpered, a tear falling from his face.

“Please, what?” Felix asked sharply, dragging his dick across his prostate with every harsh snap of his hips.

“Need to -ohh- cum,” he choked out, curling his fists in the sheets so tightly his nails drew blood even through the fabric. “Please, can't-” he breathed out before breaking apart with another loud moan.

“Go on then, cum and make a mess, like the needy little slut you are,” Felix told him, and Minho's body shook intensely only seconds later. He came with a broken shout of his name, sobbing into the pillow weakly as Felix kept chasing his high.

Chan gently kissed Jeongin, rubbing his hips after tucking him back in. “How the fuck are they still going?” the younger one asked, and Chan laughed.

“No idea,” he said, noticing they were the only ones left in the living room. Jeongin curled up against his chest and Chan soothingly rubbed his back. His ears burned up at the sound of Minho stumbling over the edge, and closed his eyes, hoping they'd stop before he'd lose his mind. It got quiet soon, and after another few minutes, Felix strolled down the stairs, looking pleased with himself. “You menace.”

“He deserved it,” Felix shrugged and smirked at Chan. “Didn't stop talking about you ruining him. Should've seen him when I told him I'd show you how wrecked he is.”

“Felix,” he gasped, and Jeongin stared at his friend in wonder.

“Never thought you'd be so jealous,” Jeongin snorted.

“Well, I am,” he laughed and exchanged a glance with Chan.

“Please tell me you didn't leave him there like that?” he said, barely above a whisper.

“He's fine; he gets emotional, that's all,” Felix shook his head. "Come on, hyung. Do him the favor and take care of him. I'll cuddle Innie. I promise he's fine; I wouldn't leave him if he weren't.”

Chan reluctantly handed over Jeongin to Felix and made his way up the stairs, heart thumping in his chest. Seeing Minho like this, he hadn't imagined it to happen like that. Chan pushed the door open, jaw dropping at the sight. “Oh my God,” he breathed out. Minho was sprawled out on the bed, sobbing quietly as cum dripped from his hole. His hair stuck to his face, tear streaks painted his cheeks, and his body shuddered. “Lix, we have dance practice tomorrow!” he shouted downstairs, and Felix cackled in response.

“Channie,” Minho whimpered, and Chan's stomach flipped at the sound of it.

Oh, for fucks sake.

PART TWO

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dearestaussiechannie · 4 months

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✿ Pinky Promise ✿ — Kim Seungmin

Word count: 1.1k

Paring: Seungmin x Gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: I don't think there are any warnings, just pure fluff.

Authors Notes: I've had Seungmin HEAVY on my mind lately so I really wanted to write this. I'm falling asleep as we speak, SO please enjoy! Not proofread btw so if there's any mistakes lmk <3

It’d been well over two hours since your beloved Seungmin said he’d be home. He had left around noon to head to the studio, rushing to put his shoes on and kiss you goodbye.

“I should be home by 8, when I get home let’s watch a movie?” He asked, more coming across as a statement than a question. You simply nodded and kissed him goodbye, closing the door and patiently awaiting his return.

Now though, you weren’t so patient. You’d texted him a few times, they’d all gone to delivered but never read and your calls were going straight to voicemail. Disheartened by this, you stopped trying and simply started the movie that you’d picked out for the two of you to watch.

Without realizing it, you dozed off during the movie. Rubbing your eyes a bit harshly as you looked around, calling out softly. “Min? Are you home?” You say, voice barely above average volume. After you get no response, you get up and look around, finding that you’re still the only person in your apartment. Looking at the clock on the wall for the time, it displayed “12:30am”.

How’s it so late but Seungmin still isn’t home? You’ve given up on waiting for him as you crawl into your shared bed, pulling his pillow closer to yourself and wrapping your arms around it since you know that the smell of Seung on his pillow and the warmth of the bed will quickly lull you back to sleep and it does wonderfully.

Not long after you've fallen back asleep, there’s a jiggle at the front door. Seungmin is rushing inside, kicking off his shoes and leaving them where they land, throwing his bag onto the kitchen table as he hurries to the living room. In your haste to get into the bed, you’d left the TV on, leading Min to thinking you were still up but he’s sadly met but an empty couch and a TV playing something random after whatever you’d been watching.

He looked around the room, noticing the chunky-knit blanket that you like to use while cuddling slightly wrinkled up on the couch from where you’d crawled out from under it. The snacks he always likes on the table, his favorites in front of where he normally sits and yours where you do and then the empty plate that he assumes you ate dinner off of.

Slowly, he sits on the couch for a moment, hands raking through his hair as he slightly pulls at it. He’s frustrated with the way his day went and at himself for not making it home in time for the plans he’d made with you. The second is what’s really bugging him though, he never misses plans. Sure, they may have been spur of the moment but he made them so he wanted to be there.

As he stands, he grabs the plate you’d left on the table and drags himself to the kitchen with his head hung low. Once in the kitchen, he once again takes notice of the things you’ve done. Dinner has been cooked and put away, the dinner dishes have been done, kitchen has been cleaned as well as the table that he’d just thrown his backpack onto when he walked inside. Your plate slips from his hands into the sink with a small clink before it’s being put away, cleaned by Seungmin.

Once he’d cleaned up everything he could find, he slowly made his way into your shared bedroom. Quietly, he gets some clothes and goes to the bathroom, wanting to wash the day away with a shower hoping to wash away his guilt. Once he’s done, he quickly dresses and dries his hair, making his way over to the bed as he hears the blankets moving against the sheets. He looks up at your side, seeing that you’ve rolled closer to his side and you’re hugging his pillow. The sight makes his heart flutter, a big smile spreading across his face.

Crawling into the bed beside you, slowly lifting your arm off his pillow and wrapping it around himself instead and putting his pillow under his own head. He gently kisses the top of your head, brushing the hair out of your face as he admires your sleeping face, the way your brows are slightly frowned and the way that your lips are just ever-so-slightly parted, the feeling of your breath fanning against his skin. How did he get so lucky to come home to you everyday? While lost in his thoughts, he misses the way that the dip in the mattress has now shifted with you now leaning your weight onto your elbow, free hand rubbing your eyes.

“Seungmin? When did you get home?” You ask him, breaking him from his thoughts. He looks over and gently pulls your hand away from your eyes as he shushes you softly. “Not too long, just got outta the shower. Don’t rub your eyes so hard, they'll hurt when you wake up.” He replies, rolling slightly so that he’s now face to face with you. He reaches up, cradling your cheek in his hand as he brushes it with his thumb, you leaning into his touch.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t home in time for our movie night that I suggested..” He says, voice barely above a whisper. “Oh Minnie, it's alright. I knew you were busy, I will admit I was frustrated at first but I got over it since I know that you were doing something important.” You say to him, moving your face a bit and kiss the pad of his thumb. This small action on top of your words makes him light up in a smile, pulling you closer to him to place a small peck on your lips. When he pulls away, you're left chasing his lips for more, pouting slightly. He can’t fight the laugh that he lets out when he sees your face.

“No it's time to sleep, we can kiss more tomorrow while we watch that movie we talked about okay?” He says through his laugh, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. All you can do is nod as you stare into his eyes, laying your head on his chest as you hum. “Pinky promise?” You ask putting your hand up with your pinky out. It’s childish you both know this but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his pinky around yours as your eyes start to flutter closed.

“Pinky promise.” he says and it’s the last thing you hear before falling back asleep, dreaming about your lives together.

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atinyniki · 6 months

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100 things i like love about you.

group: stray kids !

pairing: nonidol!lee know x f!reader

genre: romance, slow burn, fluff, little angst???

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, drinking, vomiting, kissing, other members of JYP groups are side characters, overthinker lino, whipped reader, lee know is referred to as minho and min.

authors note: hiii im niki (nikita) ! this is my first time writing a fic and i decided to try and make one for lee knows birthday. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 6191

(pt. 2)

it’s mid july and you’re sat at your computer at home, unable to think about what you should get your roommate for his birthday.

it’s never too early to plan right?

minho had given you the best birthday you could have possibly asked for. he brought you all of your favorite snacks and you two pulled an all nighter watching dorky kdramas.

you truly didn’t know how to feel about the gift he gave you at the end of the day though. all he gave you was an envelope before he headed to bed.

you still remember everything that was said in the note he gave you. you didn’t know minho had it in him to write such a beautiful letter. inside were a few cute polaroids you guys took over the years as well.

you wanted minho’s birthday gift to be as special as his was to you.

then it hit you.

the best idea ever.

you decide to call it “100 things”. you knew minho deserved a thoughtful gift, and you knew he’d appreciate it. you immediately went out to buy cute notecards and kitty print washi tape.

once you returned, you got back on your laptop and check the date.

july 16… perfect !

you decided that you’re going to use this extra day to plan. you open an empty document and start creating a list.

at first, you thought it’d be too difficult to think of so many things, but once you actually started writing it was difficult to stop yourself. you start wondering if minho would realize your true feelings towards him after reading all those cards.

it was no secret to you or your friends that you’ve been head over heels for lee minho for the past two or so years.

you make sure to brainstorm carefully. you don’t know what you would do if he were to find out, and quite honestly you didn’t want to pain yourself with the thought either.

you were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a loud knock on the door. you quickly saved your progress, and shut your laptop.

“come in!”

as soon as minho opened the door, you were met with a toothy grin on his face.

“i made your favorite, are you hungry?” you nodded quickly, blushing a little at the gesture, but not enough for minho to notice.

slowly, you got out of your chair and made your way to the door. you senses were immediately filled with the savory aromas, and you couldn’t help but smile.

you’ve always loved minho’s cooking, and minho loved cooking, so it worked out perfectly for the both of you.

what you didn’t know though, was that the main reason he always cooked for you was to see that adorable smile on your face while you were eating. he loved the way your cheeks would puff up whenever you stuffed more food in your mouth and how you’d thank him with a grin after every meal.

he didn’t mean to be weird, but he always found himself staring at you while eating. normally, he’d try to focus on finishing his food but he couldn’t help but watch your cheeks inflate more and more.

this time was no different. you used the chopsticks to quickly fish out the bell peppers, something minho noticed you’ve always done.

you glance over at minho to see that he’s not even half done with his plate yet.

“what’s wrong? are you not hungry?”

“oh no, sorry. i just zoned out i guess” he continued eating but stopped again when he noticed your eyes soften.

“do you want to watch a movie after this? you don’t have to, i just thought you needed a break from all your wo-“

“yeah of course y/n.” he cut off your rambling, and chuckled a little at your words. you smiled back, quickly finishing your food and getting up to wash your plate.

minho finished not too long after, and he went to go meet you at the couch. “so what do you want to watch?” you asked. “we can continue watching that show we were watching earlier if you want”

you put on the show and laid back, grabbing a blanket from your side to lay over the both of you. minho stared intently at the tv, and you were starting to think he loved this show even more than you did. soon you found yourself staring at his eyes, his gaze still focused on the tv. you made a mental note to add it to the list. there was just something about his brown boba eyes that you found so perfect.

soon, you started to doze off, but tried your best to stay awake. it was the best part of the show, when the leads find out they’ve been in love with each other for months, but you were tired. you’ve studied for so long today, and you just couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.

your eyes slowly fluttered shut, your breathing becoming even. not too long after, the episode ended and minho was broken out of his trance. he was so focused on the plot that he didn’t even notice you had fallen asleep. a smile slowly appeared on his face, you looked so peaceful when you were sleeping.

minho carefully pushed himself off the couch, not wanting to wake you, and went over to your room. he pulled up the covers and kept the door wide open.

quickly, he made his way back to the living room and picked you up, making sure not to shake you that much. he carried you to your room, silently giggling at the way you nuzzled into his warmth. he placed you down on the bed carefully, and tucked you in.

he left your room and shut the door behind him. he wondered if you could hear how fast his heart was beating. he noticed the kitty washi tape on your desk, and reminded himself to ask you if he could borrow it later.

you woke up the next morning, not remembering how you got into your bed. you got ready for the day ahead, even though you were gonna spend most of it inside.

you quickly made yourself a bagel, and headed back to your room to write. you decided on writing about his bunny teeth first. his cute bunny teeth that would peek out whenever he was sleeping or focused on something. you thought his bunny teeth suited him wonderfully.

you made sure to make the note sound as friendly as possible, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship after all. you kept writing, but it all sounded too sappy. when you finally got it right, you put all the wasted notecards in the bin, and headed to the living room again to watch the last of the episode you missed last night.

on your way to the living room, you passed by minho’s room, but you didn’t expect him to still be asleep. his bunny teeth were on full display, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his face is still puffy from his sleeping state.

you quickly make your way to the kitchen, cooking breakfast for minho to surprise him.

noticing that he wasn’t awake yet, you left the house as quietly as you could and ran to the local convenience store to buy him some pudding.

once you reenter your house, you see minho walking out of the corridor, indicating that he’s probably just gotten ready for the day. he was surprised to see food on the table, and even more surprised to see 3 cups of pudding in your hands. the second he saw what you were holding, his eyes lit up and he grinned.

“awhhh you did all this for meeee?” he teased. “shut up, this is just for last night” you retorted. you made your way to minho and handed him a pudding cup, storing the remaining two in the fridge to cool.

“thank you, y/n”

you were a little thrown off by the sincerity in his voice, contradicting the teasing voice he had just used. your heart fluttered at the tone, “your welcome” you quickly mumbled.

you watched as he quickly finished his food and headed back to his room. you didn’t really feel like watching your show right now anymore, so you walked back into your room to quickly complete your list.

a week later, you were working on an upcoming assignment, and you jumped a little when you heard your phone ringing. you smiled when you saw the name, “jinnie” written in bold at the top.

“hyunjin! hey, what’s up?”

“hey y/nnie. i was just wondering if you were coming to the party tonight!” you weren’t much of a partier, it wasn’t really your thing. “probably not, why?” hyunjins exaggerated groan made you laugh.

“but you never come to parties! please?” he begged. “no, there’s nothing to do there anyways”

“what do you mean? there’s lots to do! we play so many games and…”

“and…?”

“minho’s gonna be there”

“wait what? minho never goes to parties though?” you were careful not to talk too loudly so minho wouldn’t hear. “yeah, he wanted to see chan since it’s been so long”, hyunjin started giggling at how invested you were now.

“fine, i’ll think about it, but only if minho agrees to drive me.”

“fine with me! hopefully i’ll see you there y/nnie. bye now!” you laughed a little at his excitement. “bye jinnie”

minho was deep in his work during your phone call, trying to think of new lines to implement into his song. all of a sudden, he heard a knock on his door. “come in!”

you make your way into his room stepping over the mess on the floor. you know he always gets like this when he’s working on new songs. “are you going to the party tonight?”

“yeah, you going?”

“yeah, hyunjin somehow convinced me to” you awkwardly chuckle.

“i’m guessing you need a ride?”, you laughed. “well yeah, obviously”, you retorted, rolling your eyes. he chuckled at your actions, “i’d be happy to drive you”

you walk over to him and ruffle his hair playfully “thanks min!” and you trotted out. all he could do was stare at the door as left, still in shock. he started to wonder if you’d play with his hair like that if you two were actually together, but he quickly snapped himself out of it and decided not to pain himself with such thoughts.

a couple hours later, you pick out a nice red dress and do your makeup. you know jisung’s parties are always crazy, hyunjin’s always talking about them. you expect there to be a lot of partying, so you dress nice.

you make your way out just on time, minho’s exiting his room too, but halts his movements when he sees you. he’s never seen you like this before, and suddenly he feels underdressed. he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

you seem to notice this, and your confidence has suddenly boosted. “you can stop staring now”, a smug smile plastered on your face.

minho meets your gaze and suddenly realizes what he’s been doing. “oh what- wait sorry i didnt realize i was-“, you giggled at his stammering.

“dork”

you quickly made your way to the entrance of your home. minho’s ears start to turn the same shade as his crimson cheeks, frozen in the corridor.

“COME ON WE’RE GONNA BE LATE” you yell from the hall.

he rushes to the door and grabs his keys, locking the door behind him and settling in his car. he waits for you to get in, and then you’re off to jisung’s.

the drive wasn’t too far away, but it felt like forever for minho. you were sat there humming a song in peace, but he couldn’t get his mind off of what happened before in the hall.

could you see how much he liked you? did he make you uncomfortable? thoughts like these were running through his mind the entire time, but he was just hoping that he could forget about them at the party.

when you both walked into jisung’s house, you were instantly greeted by changbin, who was sitting on the couch near the front door with hyunjin.

“Y/N! YOU MADE IT” hyunjin yelled out of excitement.

“YAH! keep it down hyunjin” changbin scolded.

you laughed and made your way into the kitchen, where you saw chan greet minho with a smile. you were met with ryujin and yuna, who squealed at the sight of you.

“y/n… finally at a party hm?”, yuna said as she pulled you in for a hug. ryujin chimed in, “that dress is gorgeous by the way”. you smiled, “thank you”. you don’t wear dresses very often, but they make you feel pretty. maybe you should start wearing them more.

the drinks were all set out on the table, you haven’t had any alcohol in a while. minho had already told you beforehand that he wouldn’t be drinking so he could drive you home safe, so you figured you might as well. you took a shot with yeji.

and another.

and then another…

it was too early in the party to get wasted, but to be honest you didn’t really care. it’s been a while since you drank and you wanted to let loose.

“shall we start the games?” asked jisung.

“what types of games?” questioned changbin.

“oh you know… the usual”

you haven’t been to any of ji’s parties, so you weren’t really sure what the usual was. it’s not like you were sober enough to care anyways.

the set of games started with 7 minutes in heaven.

minho’s heart dropped. he was scared. the thought of you kissing one of the guys here made him sick to his stomach.

“y/n’s turn first!”, seungmin slurred.

you slowly went over to the hat to pick a name out.

“chan” you read aloud.

slowly, chan got up and led you to the room. it was dark, but the rules were the rules. you sat down on the bed with chan, a small frown on your face.

he laughed a little at your disappointment, “what’s wrong, were you hoping to pick minho?”

your eyes widened and you stared up to look at him. “how did you-“

“you’re not very good at hiding your feelings you know”, he cuts you off and smiles at you again.

“i’m sorry chan, i know this isn’t how the game is really supposed to be played but i want to save my first kiss for someone special and-“

“FIRST KISS?!” chan screamed.

you smacked a hand over his mouth, “shut up they’ll hear you!” you whispered

“sorry, sorry” he mumbled

minho heard chan through the thin walls of the room. it wasn’t too hard to hear considering the fact that chan practically yelled it. minho’s heart dropped straight to his stomach. did chan just steal your first kiss? were you even thinking straight considering that you were drunk?

questions ran through his mind, and hyunjin noticed minho’s eyes darting around the room. hyunjin holds on to minho’s shoulder, “you okay min?”

“yeah i’m fine, i’m gonna go grab some water”

once minho returns, he sees that you and chan have already left the room.

“have fun you two?” jeongin teased.

“you know we did”, you replied with a wink.

chan started laughing, and the lump growing in minho’s throat started growing bigger.

suddenly, you felt sick. it was probably the alcohol, so you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.

worried, minho followed you there, only to see you on the ground in front of the toilet. he quickly rushed to you and held your hair so it wouldn’t get wet. you were embarrassed but it’s not like you could really do anything when you’re throwing up buckets.

you had finally calmed down and looked at him. his hands were intertwined with yours, and you made sure to add his touch to the list too. pure worry swirled around in his chocolate eyes.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-“

“it’s okay. are you feeling better? do you want to leave?”

you really did just want to go home and rest, but didn’t want minho to miss out on the fun.

“do you want to stay?”, you asked hesitantly.

“if you’re feeling sick i’m more than happy to bring you home now y/n.” ‘you’re my top priority’ he wanted to add.

he helped you up and dried your face after you washed it, he preferred you without makeup anyways. it was easier to see your perfect features clearly. he tucked a stray hair sticking to your forehead behind your ear, and walked out of the bathroom with you.

“guys y/n is feeling a little sick so we’ll have to be leaving now. sorry to cut it so short” he quickly announces. he leads you out, listening to the “get well soon!”s and “hope you feel better”s. the drive back home is silent. minho can’t stop thinking about what happened between you and chan today. he didn’t know that you’ve never kissed anyone before. and now that he knows, he wished you had saved it for him.

you arrive home and he walks you back into your room. minho brings you your sweats and a t-shirt, his t-shirt, along with a pair of undergarments straight from the dryer. you reminded yourself to add to the list later. you admired how caring he was towards people, even if he didn’t show it much.

“call me if you need help okay? i’ll be right outside the door. tell me when you’re done changing”

not too long after, you call him back in your room. he smiled at you, the oversized t-shirt hanging off one of your shoulders. he probably thought you’d be too drunk to notice, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if you were to steal his clothes everyday to wear.

you make your way into the bed, exhausted and tired from what had happened earlier. minho places a glass of water next to you, and sits down on the bed next to you. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t stop yourself from cuddling up into the warmth of his body.

he let himself sink down a little in the pillows, so it was more comfortable for you. his heart was beating so fast that he thought you could hear it. he couldn’t control his thoughts, and his mind drifted back to what happened between you and chan.

“was chan really your first kiss?, he asks softly. you suddenly felt a pang in your chest. “no, we just talked. i told him i wanted to save my first kiss for someone special and he kind of freaked”

minho let out a light sigh of relief, and prayed you didn’t hear. he began to rub soothing circles on your back with his thumbs.

you know minho isn’t a very big fan of physical touch, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. in fact, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. you felt tears well up in your eyes, no one has really taken the time to care for you like this.

as much as you tried to fight it, light sobs shook your body. you’ve been so overwhelmed with your feelings, you truly just needed a hug. minho felt your body shake, and pulled away in panic.

he slid down further on the bed. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”, he made sure to speak softly. he didn’t want to overwhelm you. you clutched his shirt tightly in your hands, balled into fists.

he was scared. he didn’t know what was wrong, but the least he could do was be there for you. he stayed. he made sure to stay awake till you fell asleep. and soon after, sleep overtook his body as well.

you never talked about that night after that. you woke up in his arms that day, you still remember the way your heart started doing somersaults. he later brought you all the essentials for your hangover, and cooked you some food too. you couldn’t get over the domesticity of it all. you wanted him to be there for the rest of your life. you just couldn’t spit it out already.

you never returned his shirt.

a couple weeks later, you’re writing another card again, this time about his ears. you found it adorable the way they would get red whenever he was flustered.

you hear the door open and check the time. it’s late, almost half past midnight. you open your door to see a disheveled minho staring at you. your heart cracks at the sight.

“sorry, did i wake you? i just got back from dance, i didn’t-“

“no it’s fine, i was up working on… a couple assignments. are you okay?”

minho didn’t answer your question. not because he was ignoring you but just because he didn’t know how to.

you tell him you’d be right back, and run over to the bathroom, leaving him in the hallways confused. while he waits for you, he places down his bag and gets out a comfortable shirt and some sweats.

you run a warm bubble bath for him, making sure it wasn’t uncomfortably hot, and put in a couple bath salts to color the water a soft shade of pink.

you make your way back to minho’s room. “min”, you spoke softly, “i ran you a bubble bath”

his heart twists at your tone, he wasn’t expecting something like this. he wanted to thank you, but he was too exhausted to do so, so he just smiled. he walked over to the bathroom and locked the door. you hoped he’d feel better soon.

it was early september now, and you were writing another one of your notes. you thought minho would really appreciate your gift, you just had a lot of trouble making it sound more platonic.

minho knocked on your door again, handing you a plate with cut up fruit on it. you smiled at him, “thanks min”. and got back to work.

“what’re you working on?”

“oh nothing important, just a present”

he didn’t think anything of it so he left it alone. as he was walking out, he saw your trash bin filled to the brim. “i’ll swap this out”

“oh sorry! i didn’t notice it was that full already. thanks again minho”

now, minho wasn’t trying to snoop. he was honestly just trying to help you. he was taking out the trash when one of the scrapped notecards fell out the bin. he picked it up and read the title. ‘your lips’

he wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but he was curious, and couldn’t stop himself from reading the rest. ‘i love the way your lips sit-‘ and just a bunch of scribbles.

his heart drops. were you writing love letters to someone? he picked up another one. ‘your warmth’ ‘i love the way your warmth makes me feel like im wrapped in a safety blanket-’ and more scribbles

who was making you feel this way? minho decided not to ask about it. he didn’t think you’d appreciate his snooping. he trashed the letters and made his way into his room. he wrapped himself in a blanket, but his room just felt cold.

everything felt cold. minho felt cold. maybe he was too late. maybe he should have confessed to you a year ago. he felt empty. he couldn’t sleep that night.

it was nearing the end of october now, meaning minho’s birthday was coming up. you two have gotten closer over the past couple months, and you couldn’t be more grateful, but recently he seemed off.

when you wake up, you quickly go to the convenience store to grab some flour. even though you already had a gift, you wanted his birthday to be special. he had no plans so you figured why not?

while at the store, you also made sure to pick up some blue food dye for the frosting.

recently, minho couldn’t get seem to get out out his mind. he wondered if you were a secret admirer of someone, or maybe you were seeing them. he hasn’t been as affectionate recently either, he didn’t want to ruin anything for you.

it’s october 24th now, just one more day until his birthday. you prepare your cards, and place them neatly in a decorated blue box. you decided that you’d write the last one at midnight on his birthday along with a small letter.

you leave your room to see minho at the kitchen table, quickly eating lunch before he went out for groceries.

you groaned “oh come on, stay home! it’s your birthday tomorrow for gods sake.” he laughed at your whining “i’ll go, just text me the list.”, you continued.

“nah i need some fresh air anyways. do you want to…”, he trailed off.

“want to what?”

“would you like to come with me?”

you didn’t understand why he was so hesitant, but you nodded and just grabbed your jacket.

you both arrived at the shop and you immediately ran off towards the pastry section. minho had to chase after you so he didn’t lose you.

“do you want the cherry or the peach filled ones?”, you asked him excitedly.

“cherry”

minho couldn’t help but smile at you. he wished he could go grocery shopping with you for the rest of his life, but he couldn’t. he stopped his mind before it could get off track, and decided to focus on his time with you instead.

you two finish grocery shopping, and you made sure to grab an extra two cups of pudding.

it was now nearing the end of the day, only two hours before midnight. you set up your gift, and got your last card ready for writing later.

as the time got closer, you suddenly became nervous. you were worried that minho would be able to see right through you and discover your true feelings.

it’s was only ten minutes before his birthday. once you had finished brainstorming what you would write on his last card, you made your way over to his room at 11:58.

you knocked quietly on the door. “min? can i come in?”. no answer.

you thought he’d fallen asleep, so you opened the door and peered through the crack, not wanting the hallways lights to wake him. to your surprise you see minho at his desk, busy with some work. he hummed along to the tune of the track, his voice low.

he hadn’t heard you come in due to his noise-canceling headset. you checked your phone. october 25. you slowly walked over to his chair where he was sitting and put your hands over his.

he shook a little bit, a little surprised by the sudden touch and he took off his headset. “sorry i didn’t mean to startle you…”, you paused. “happy birthday min”

he teared up a little at the softness in your voice while saying this. he felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips, and soon it became a grin. you were happy to see him smile, and wondered if he’d feel the same way after opening your gift. “thank you y/n”.

you heard a small quiver in his voice, but accounted it for his tiredness.

“go to sleep soon, we have a long day tomorrow”

“oh yeah? what are we doing?”, you giggled. “making you the best cake you’ll ever have”, he smiled at your confidence. he was a great cook, but isn’t all that great at making sweets.

“thank you, y/n. it means a lot that you waited down to the minute”

your eyes widened a little at his sincerity. he only uses this soft voice when you’re sick or dozing off.

“of course min, goodnight”

you walked into your room and you felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. you packed up all the cards and decorated the box with cute little cat drawings.

you decided to head to bed for the night, and set your alarm at the same time as minho’s. you didn’t want to miss a single second with him.

you got ready for the day ahead, meeting minho in the kitchen. you got the cocoa powder out from the pantry. “what do you say we have some chocolate cake for breakfast?”

“hopefully you don’t set the kitchen on fire again”

you thought back to the last time you tried to bake something last time. you got distracted watching tv and couldn’t smell the poor pie burning.

you and minho began to make the batter, some splattering on the counter. while mixing, some of the batter got on your finger, and you couldn’t stop yourself from tasting it. even though it probably isn’t safe to eat raw eggs, a drop can’t hurt right?

you turn to see minho staring at you, laughing. “you just couldn’t resist, huh?”

you turned back to your bowl and continued mixing, and minho couldn’t help but smile. he wondered what it would be like if you could always cook together.

minho began to work on making the frosting, a light chocolate buttercream. you put the cake in the oven and waited for it to finish while minho brought out the cooling rack and placed it on the counter.

you checked the time. 1:47 PM. you didn’t expect this to take so long, and your stomach was grumbling just about every second.

minho laughed at your groaning. “would you like some pudding?”

“no i’m okay, i’ll just wait for the cake”

minho grabbed a spoon from the drawer and picked up some pudding.

“here, you’re hungry”

all you could do was smile. you wanted minho to enjoy his pudding, but if you were going to be honest, you were really hungry.

you finally gave in, the vanilla coating your tongue. you hummed in satisfaction. “thank you minho!”

he couldn’t help but smile at how you sounded like a child. the cake was finally finished after a while, and minho went to go chill the cake while you enjoyed your pudding.

once the cake was fully baked through, you grabbed the piping bag and started icing the cake. you drew pretty chocolate rosettes around the top.

minho admired your skill, surprised that you knew how to pipe perfect rosettes. he continued to let you do your thing, and soon the cake was done.

it was about 2:38 now, and you both were so hungry. you each cut yourself a slice of cake and sat down at the couch.

“oh my gosh this is amazing, genuinely the best chocolate cake i’ve ever had”

after hearing minho’s reaction you were glad you had looked up so many recipes.

“thank you”, you replied, mouth still full.

minho loved seeing how happy you were while you were eating. it’s great to appreciate good food.

not too long after, you both finish your cake and put the rest in the fridge. you both sit back down on the couch to watch a movie. you decided to treat minho to a horror movie, since he loved them.

you were a little skeptical about it, since you get scared easily, but figured you should make an exception today, for him. minho didn’t understand why you were being so incredibly caring, but he didn’t mind it.

you started the movie, and the intro was already unsettling. you started to shift in your seat uncomfortably next to minho. you tried not to move too much since you didn’t want to bother.

the movie started getting more suspenseful. you were practically on edge, trying not to make a noise. all of a sudden you feel something warm under the blanked. you tore your eyes off of the tv to see minho staring at you.

“are you okay? if it’s too scary i can shut it off”

as much as you wanted to be honest, you couldn’t. “no it’s okay, i don’t mind”

minho’s hand never let go of yours during the duration of the rest of the movie. it was heavily comforting, and you didn’t seem to be as scared anymore.

“i can’t believe you did all this for me y/n. i was really just planning on treating myself to some pudding today.”

“well, im not done just yet”

minho was appalled. “there’s more?!”, he exclaimed. “it’s nothing much, just meet me in your room in five, i have to get it ready.”

minho was curious as to what it could possibly be. he made his way back to his room, while you grabbed the decorated blue box and made sure the notecards were sorted in the right order.

you make your way to minho’s room, your heart beating loudly. you suddenly felt incredibly nervous, but it’s not like you could change your mind now.

minho’s eyes drift to the blue box in your hands. “what’s that?”. you sit on the bed next to him and hand him the box.

“open it”

he removed the lid of the box and his jaw dropped. the notecards. he picked one up, the first line had the date and time. ‘your smile’

‘you have such an amazing smile. i love the way your eyes crinkle and how you smile with your whole being. it warms my heart to be able to see it so often’

he was speechless. he could feel the tears pricking at his eyes. he picked up another card. ‘the mole on your nose’, and then another, ‘your lips’, except this time, the description was complete.

you were practically beaming at him as he shuffled through the cards. but you didn’t expect him to look back up at you with tears in his eyes.

i love you so much

your eyes widened.

shit. did he just say that out loud?

“i’m sorry, i didn’t- i didn’t mean to say that out loud”

“you love me…?”, you stared at him in complete shock. you didn’t know what to say.

fuck. he knew there was no turning back now. “of course i love you. how could i not? you do so much for me y/n. you make me feel like i can be myself. your touch feels like im being lit on fire. my heart feels like it’s going to beat out my chest every time i see you. not to mention you’re absolutely gorgeous and-“

before he could say anything else, you crashed your lips into his. you didn’t know where it was going or what you were going to do, but you knew you wanted to save your first for someone special. you wanted to save it for minho. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. the kiss wasn’t really urgent or needy, and instead it was comforting. you loved the feeling of his lips on yours.

you slowly pulled away from him, foreheads touching and breath fanning just under his nose. “you don’t know how long i’ve waited to do that”, your words coming out breathy.

you can’t get over how beautiful minho looks right now. his hair is a mess due to your hands pulling at it. his lips swollen and pink from the kiss you had just shared.

“i love you y/n”

you kiss the small mole on his nose and smile at him.

“i love you more minho”

his entire face lit up at those few words. he let the tears fall freely now, burying his head into your shoulder. “thank you for everything y/n. you’re the best gift i could have ever asked for”

his voice was honest. sincere. soft. you knew he meant it, and you could hear the raw emotion that his words contained. you brought you hand to his face to wipe away a stray tear.

“i can’t wait to experience so many new exciting things with you.”

he looked back up at you and smiled, picking up the box behind him and setting it on his dresser. there was the familiar look in his eyes again, and you were stupid not to notice it before. he pulls you into bed and wraps you in a hug.

“min? what are you-“

“shhh. please, just for a little while”

you smiled at his words, and held him back. you peppered kisses all over his face, listening to his soft whines. you could definitely get used to the feeling of minhos skin on your lips.

slowly, you heard his heavy breathing turn into light snores. you reached over him to turn off the lights, and held him for the rest of the night. you wanted him to sleep peacefully now. he deserved it.

you two would talk about what happened in the morning, but right now this moment was too special to waste.

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it's stupid, he knows, but sometimes minho thinks you love chan a little more.

there are no ill feelings to the sentiment, and he doesn't harbour any bitterness towards either of you for it. in fact, sometimes, he considers it only natural that you do. you've known chan longer than you've known him; not by much, but he understands there's a certain familiarity that comes only with time. the two of you are similar in a lot of ways, leading to constant sighs and eye-rolls on minho's end. especially when you and chan start a slew of terrible jokes or fuel each other’s squeals during movie nights. it’s common that minho falls asleep trying to keep up with the hour-long conversations you and chan have in bed, and, more often than not, he chooses to bury his head into the pillow rather than participate in your early-morning sweet nothings. you and chan simply share more love languages, minho concludes, and it's never bothered him before. if anything, he finds himself annoyingly endeared by your antics. for some reason, though, he can't shake the thought of it today.

☾ ･*˚⁺‧͙ :-゜・．

the following day, minho is reading in bed when you come home. he hears your keys drop into their place by the kitchen counter and your footsteps as you pad into the entryway. he knows your routine like clockwork: you deposit your things and have a glass of water in the kitchen; you check to make sure the door is locked and survey the shoe rack to determine who's home. then, on the way to your room, you head into chan’s studio to straighten his desk, and say hi to minho before stepping into the shower.

this time, as minho mentally maps your route, he hears you head straight for the bathroom. his brow furrows and he places the book down. a minute later, the water runs.

:-゜・．

"min?" your whisper of his name wakes him.

he sits up and rubs a hand over his face, blinking to make out your figure in the dark. you hadn't come to bed after your shower, mumbling a 'no thanks' when he'd asked you to join him. you didn't want to sleep yet, you said. the television was playing distantly in the living room when minho fell asleep.

"kitten?" his voice is raspy. yours is stuck in your throat.

you crawl into his arms without waiting for him to open them. minho doesn't miss a beat, gathering you towards him as he pulls the covers over both of you. his hand comes away wet when he runs the back of it over your cheek.

"what's wrong, angel?"

you sag against him, unwilling to respond.

"are you hurt?" he feels you shake your head, but you don't say anymore, so he opts for the question chan always does when you're upset. "do you want to talk about it?"

you're quiet for so long that minho thinks you might have fallen asleep; that is, until your breathing becomes uneven and he feels his shirt dampen where you lean against him.

"shh." he hopes he sounds soothing, rocking you gently in his hold. "it's okay." you tighten your grip on him but the pace of your breaths only seems to quicken.

minho feels his own worry rise; it's rare that you ever cry in his arms. of course, you've found comfort in him plenty of times before, but usually chan is the one wiping away your tears. he's good with words in a way minho thinks he’ll never be. instinctively, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand.

"it's okay, kitten. i'll get channie, okay?"

you shake your head quickly, reaching out to grab his hand. "no," you croak.

"he's not here?" minho frowns. chan always makes an effort to be home by midnight, even if he’s in his studio.

"want you," you whimper, wrapping his arm back around you.

minho's heart stutters. you want him to take care of you?

"just me?" he whispers, because he can't help but be a little selfish when it comes to you.

your words are muffled by his shirt, but he hangs onto each syllable. "just you."

if you weren't so upset, he would have laughed. not at you, but at the sheer ridiculousness of the thought that bothered him yesterday. how could he have missed it before?

it’s you who nags them about eating regular meals when minho isn’t around or feeling up to it. it’s you who hums songs around the apartment like he does, singing in the shower when you think no one’s listening. it’s you who indulges minho in his pudding fixation, searching new ones out and sending pictures to him at the store. and it was you who sat alone, craving your love’s affection, before remembering all you had to do was ask for it.

"i'm here, kitten. always here for you, hm?" you snuggle into him, breathing calmer than before. "always gonna be here for you. channie too."

you shift positions so that your head lays over his chest, listening intently to his heart beat. he wonders if you can hear just how hard it thumps when he thinks of you.

it's stupid, he realises, to think you ever loved one of them more.

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kinktober #oo1 | costume party

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows costume party (knife play) || lino x fem!reader summary: you and minho have been together for some time now, and you two get invited to an adult costume party at your local community center. not otherwise having an excuse to get dressed up, you convince him to go with you... warnings: knifeplay and all the things that entails (like SHARP BLADES and the DANGER OF BEING CUT, knicks, blood, etc), suggestively dub-con if you literally SQUINT, non-idol AU word count: 2.5k masterlist - click here

You have to admit, when the two of you agree on your Halloween costumes, you don't expect his choice to elicit such a reaction from you. You find yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting the fluffy bunny tail attached to your costume. You crane your head over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of the reflection to figure out what's happening. Just as you're struggling to make sense of it, your boyfriend enters the room. He's fully dressed as Ghostface for the annual Halloween party downtown. Kneeling down, he positions himself at eye level with your derrière, taking the tail into his hands with meticulous care.

With skilled fingers, he expertly repins the tail where it should be. Standing up, he lifts the Ghostface mask off his face, revealing a grin that speaks of mischief and excitement.

“I look pretty badass, don't I?” He asks, holding up his prop knife and pulling his mask back down over his face. "You do," you admit, trying to hide a smirk, "but the Fisher-Price butcher knife ain't cutting it, get it? Cutting it." Minho slides his mask back atop his head. He’s not amused.

His lids drop, and there isn't a trace of a smile on his face. He has taken your comment personally, particularly your jab at his choice of prop.

Your playful banter continues, and he retorts, "I could always get a real one, you know. We have plenty in the kitchen."

"And we would get arrested? You can't have real weapons at a Halloween party, Min. Are you crazy?"

His response is simply, "Yes."

You exchange a bemused look for a few seconds before grabbing your purse off the bathroom counter.

"Come on," you sigh, a grin breaking through the tension. "We're gonna be late." -

You both arrive at the costume party just in time to socialize with everyone and start drinking. It's right in the middle of the peak attendance time, so various creatures and ghouls with intriguing costumes fill the venue.

Amid the crowd, you notice a few Ghostface costumes, a popular choice for Halloween. As you stand in the hallway, waiting in line for the bathroom, you don't pay much attention to the people passing by who are also dressed like your boyfriend.

You've had a couple of drinks, and your tolerance isn't high, so your battery is rapidly running out after almost two hours at the party. You lean against the wall next to the bathroom with a sigh, growing annoyed at how long the person in front of you is taking. You pull out your phone and start texting Minho:

im over it.

Almost instantly, the bubbles indicating his reply in progress pop up,

me 2

wya?

You start typing your response.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

In the dimly lit hallway of the community center, the presence of someone behind you initially startles you. However, when you turn around and see the person in a Ghostface costume, you roll your eyes.

"Haha, you got me, asshole."

The individual tilts their head to the side, extending their arm and flicking a thumb to reveal a very real, very sharp switchblade.

You step back immediately, your eyes wide with shock. This isn't your boyfriend; it has to be one of the other partygoers.

That's when you hear it—Minho's laughter, muffled underneath the mask as he slides it atop his head.

"Fisher Price, huh?" he teases.

You shove him with the heel of your hand into his chest, and the person ahead of you exits the bathroom, glancing between the two of you standing on either side of the door before walking away. You manage to catch the door before it closes and enter the stall, your earlier fright quickly dissipating. As you lock the stall, you can hear the DJ outside, urging everyone to hit the dance floor at that very moment.

"Good, perfect timing for us to slip out," you think to yourself.

You finish up, clean yourself, and go to wash your hands, rubbing them together with soap until they get nice and foamy. As you look up at yourself in the mirror, you notice that your makeup has lasted far longer than expected, and your nose is still marked with bunny whiskers drawn onto your cheeks.

You can't help but crinkle your nose at your reflection. You actually look really fucking cute.

The doorknob twists and pushes open, and you scramble across the room, an immediate realization dawning upon you—you'd forgotten to lock the door.

"Back up." Minho commands with a hushed urgency through the slender crack in the doorway. Instinctively, you grip the other side of the door, momentarily mistaken, thinking it might be someone else. However, the recognition in his eyes eases your anxiety. You yield, taking a few steps backward, granting him entry. As he crosses the threshold, you efficiently swing the door closed behind him, the definitive click of the lock resounding through the room. “There’s no way you had to go to the bathroom that bad.” You say, turning away from the door and facing the mirror. Leaning forward, you meticulously adjust your bunny ears, finessing them to sit perfectly centered. In the reflection, you observe your makeup once again, and pinch your upper eyelash, delicately securing the tiny, unruly section that threatened to lift.

In that moment, Minho's hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a close embrace from behind. His chin nestles atop your shoulder, the mask he was wearing still perched atop his head. A contented smile spreads across his face, his eyes sealed shut. He's intoxicated, not just from the night but from his deep affection for you.

“You make such an incredibly cute bunny, you know that?” He whispers, his lips tenderly pressing against your cheek. “Yeah, I do. That’s why I dressed up as one tonight, duh.” His smile drops as he opens his eyes. Again. He’s not amused. He sighs thoughtfully, the air in the room thickening. “You know, sometimes I fantasize about strangling you in your sleep.” You struggle to stifle the snigger that bubbles up from within you. "Yeah?" you taunt, subtly pressing your body back into his, playfully swaying your bunny tail as laughter escapes your lips. You secure his hands that rest gently on your tummy, holding them in place. “What part gets you off more? The struggle, or my last breath?” “Oh I don’t know…” Minho's response carries a sudden shift in tone, his voice adopting an unexpectedly innocent quality as he slyly slips his hand from underneath yours. His fingers trace along your hips, leisurely making their way to his back pocket, all the while maintaining unbroken eye contact with your reflection in the mirror.

“If I had to pick, I’d say that fear,” In one swift, chilling motion, he retrieves a switchblade from his back pocket, the audible click of its deployment making you involuntarily wince. The cold metal of the blade is brought swiftly to your neck, its back pressed gently against your throat, and you instinctively clutch his thighs behind you, a tremor of unease coursing through you at the unsettling contact of the knife against your skin. “That, right there, the moment before you die, when you really realize it’s about to be over.” Minho continues, his gaze dropping from your eyes to focus on the delicate curve of your jaw, which tilts slightly to the left. Your chest rises and falls beneath the ominous presence of his weapon, your breaths growing more pronounced. A heavy silence ensues, broken only by the sound of his sharp inhale through his teeth. “Yeah, that’s the part that gets me off.” “Min, this isn’t funny-” His left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as his warm breath brushes against your ear. “Y/N, nobody’s laughing.” A lump forms in your throat, noticeable even through your thick swallow, as you feel the cold edge of the blade he's holding.

The sudden change in your posture prompts a furrow in his brow, his gaze shifting downwards to where your cheeks curve beneath the sides of your bodysuit, creating a tantalizing silhouette that pushes further against his growing erection. “You’re really getting hard…at the idea…of murdering me. Min, that’s–” “It’s not to the idea of murdering you, I was fucking kidd–” “-kinda sexy?” It's enough to halt Minho in his tracks, a wry, half-hearted chuckle escaping his lips while a faint smile lingers on his face. With a casual gesture, he lowers the knife to his side, shaking his head in amused disbelief at your side before he returns his gaze to your reflection in the mirror.

Your own response is an infectious giggle, and he simply shrugs, readjusting his mask over his handsome features. “You’re so weird,” Minho remarks with a touch of humor in his voice, his dark chuckle gradually subsiding. His left hand gently cradles your jaw, tilting your head upward. With precision, he places the tip of the knife right at the junction where your ear meets your neck. You remain entirely compliant, entranced by the sensation of the blade's subtle pressure against your skin. It's a subtle reminder that even the smallest movement could lead to an inadvertent cut. Surprisingly, both of you find yourselves unexpectedly at ease. “Is this seriously turning you on?” he inquires, curiosity tingeing his voice as he traces the blade's edge down the side of your neck, towards the apex of your full breasts. You watch him in the mirror, and yeah, Minho is pretty to look at, especially when he fucks you, yet, in this moment, his disguise as Ghostface adds an intriguing layer of taboo to the situation, as if you're venturing into uncharted territory.

"Hey," his voice pierces the air, sharp and commanding, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “I asked you a question, and you know I don’t like being ignored.” “Y-Yeah,” you breathe, your voice trembling slightly, “I don’t know why, but it's turning me on.” “I know why,” A soft chuckle escapes Minho's lips, and he allows the blade to glide toward the V-shaped neckline of your bodysuit. Applying the gentlest of pressure, the fabric splits almost instantly, without the need for any sawing motion. As he pushes further down, the knife cleanly separates your suit into two, stopping only when it reaches your navel piercing. “Because you’re the one fantasizing about me killing you.” As soon as he says it, it becomes clear. Those nights you’ve spent with your hand around your throat, stars bursting behind your eyes as you would work yourself into a state of frenzied pleasure, gasping out his name. It wasn’t just about being choked, Minho does plenty of that in the bedroom with you, instead, it was about pushing the boundaries, teetering on the precipice of discomfort, and riding the exhilarating edge towards climax. It had always been a deeply personal exploration, something you'd never shared aloud, let alone admitted.

Yet now, as Minho uncovers your secret desire, you find yourself rendered blissfully ecstatic by the mere sensation of a switchblade brushing your skin at various points on your body.

“You ruined m-my costume,” You make a poor attempt at resistance as his left palm squeezes your breast, causing you to grip the edge of the ceramic sink harder.

“You wanted me to,” Minho presses the flat side of the blade flush between your folds, your breath quickens as he grabs your chin, directing your face back to the mirror.

“Say it.”

“I wanted you to.” You give in.

“Wanted me to what?”

You swallow. “I wanted you to ruin my costume.”

Minho takes the knife away, pulling his mask up and off, shaking his hair out as he looks at you in the mirror. “My, you do make a reaaally hot bunny, baby, do you see yourself?” His voice is getting raspier as his gaze falls onto your body in front of him, down your back, and he angles his hips forward, against your tail.

“Thank you, baby.”

You have no choice, his grip underneath your jaw is still tight. You move your head up and down, barely, acknowledging yourself the way he’s asked you to.

Your submissive tone takes him by surprise as he looks back up to you. “Where’d all that attitude go?” He cocks a smile, and you flinch as you feel him slip his knife between your skin and the fabric of the gusset of your bodysuit. He wastes no time in cutting it, the stretchy fabric snapping against your skin as it separates.

Minho puts the knife between his teeth, using both hands to rip the nude stockings, another senseless layer keeping him away from your delicious pussy, followed by your thin g-string that he slides aside, bringing his hand back to pull the waist of his pants down, gripping the base of his cock that sits so perfectly at your dripping entrance.

Then you have the audacity to speak up.

“Min, hold on,” Your sense returns, if only for a few seconds, “We’re at a party, what if we get caught?”

It’s enough to get him to remove the knife from his teeth and hold the dull side against your throat, but pressing in enough to make your breathing more audible.

“We won’t get caught if you keep your mouth shut.” His eyes watch you from the side, his mouth slightly ajar, as he slides himself the rest of the way inside of you to the hilt. He laughs under his breath, thrusting inside you again, a little harder this time.

“Good bunny,” you bite your lip hard to contain yourself as he slaps your ass, holding onto your hip as he fucks you, never, not once, letting up off your throat.

“M-Min-“

“Shh,” he whispers, the tip of it against your lower lip, “Be quiet and let me fuck you, you’ve been asking for it all night.”

You extend your tongue, the blade flattened against the moist muscle, and your eyes roll back involuntarily as you release an audible, desperate moan. Sensing his proximity to climax, you feel the pressure ease on his blade, his ragged breaths escaping through his flaring nostrils. His head falls back, the blade clattering into the bowl of the sink, warm, sticky spurts of cum painting your walls, his hips spasming while you contract around him. You instinctively push back, stimulated by the feeling, your inner muscles squeezing him, while his hands come to rest on your hips, torn between wanting to stop you and being too ensnared in the pleasure's aftermath to act.

Finally, he regains his composure, blinking and widening his eyes as he lets out a sigh, his cheeks puffing up momentarily. He gazes at your reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah, you definitely get off on the idea of murdering me.” you remark, picking up his switchblade and securely locking it back in its place. You turn to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "And you'd better escort me out the back; I'm completely exposed now, you asshole." You gracefully move past him into the stall, tending to the remnants of his release running down your bare thighs and legs.

He chuckles,

“Ah, there’s the attitude.” - fin

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 6 months

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The Weeklong Date (pt. 1)

main masterlist

spencer reid x famous!reader Universe

word count: 1.5 k

warnings: suggestive (no smut)

Y/N had been staying with Spencer for 2 days now. The first day was slightly awkward, although Spencer and Y/N had met before, even kissed. This felt different, she flew out to see him. It felt more intimate.

Once the two got past their initial discomfort with each other, it was pure bliss. Sleeping in the same bed together, kissing each other good night. They hadn’t had sex yet, and usually that would cause Y/N to overthink, that maybe he didn’t like her, or wasn’t sexually attracted to her. But with Spencer it felt like all her normal worries, were just silly, nothing that surface level mattered. Just that he cared for her. And he did.

Y/N listening to Spencer talk about what book he read in the last 20 mins, while Y/N made them dinner. They couldn't exactly go out together with the possibility of Y/N being spotted, so they had been staying in the last couple days.

Today, the third day of Y/N being there, Y/N had forced Spencer into a movie marathon day. Spencer had to back to work tomorrow, still not being on cases, just a couple paperwork days.

They had already watch '10 things I hate about you' and 'When Harry met Sally' now onto 'You've got mail' one Spencer had a few problems with.

"But they've both been cheating on their partners! How am I supposed to root for them?" Y/N turns her head from laying on Spencer's chest to be able to face him when she says, "Spence, it's a romcom! You're supposed to throw out all logic!"

“What good is a piece of media, if I’m not allowed to apply critical thinking?” Seeing Spencer so worked up from one of her favourite romcoms, whether he likes it or not, makes Y/N’s chest fill with warmth. Y/N staring up at Spence, not saying anything, just smiling, and listening to him rant. Because Spencer showing this much emotion about it, no matter if it’s about how much he doesn’t understand or like it. It’s that he cares enough to watch it and have a strong opinion on it. No guy she’s ever been with had cared about the movies she liked like that.

“Spence. Can I kiss you?”

This causes Spencer to stop mid-sentence, turning away from the credits shown on the TV to look at Y/N. “Baby, you don’t have to ask.”

His words cause Y/N to smile, they hadn’t called each other pet names before, but that all leaves her mind when she feels Spencer smash his lips into hers. Y/N reacts instantly, her tongue licking at his bottom lip, begging for access. Spencer’s lips opening, allowing Y/N’s tongue to explore his mouth.

Spencer’s hands moving from their spot by his sides one to Y/N’s hip, the other pulling at one of her thighs to help her swing it over his legs, her hips now straddling his own. The kiss heating up, Y/N breaks their lips apart leaving them hovering over his, her lips brushing against his as she says,

“Can we move to your bedroom?” “Yes.”

Spencer rises from the couch, Y/N legs clinging around his waist, hands taking their place around his neck. Her lips finding the spot on his jaw, she had found the first time they had kissed in the pool.

As Spencer starts walking down the hall, towards his bedroom, Y/N starts untucking Spencer’s shirt from his pants pulling it over his head. When he shirt is removed she moves her lips to his collarbone and leaves kisses down his chest.

All the while, Spencer gets to his door and opens it, only after a slight bit of struggle to find the door knob. He then walks them both to his bed, letting Y/N fall onto the bed Spencer hovering over her, sliding his knee between her spread legs. Spencer reaches to the bottom of Y/N’s shirt pausing before tearing it over her head, asking, “May I?” “God, yes Spence.”

Lifting Y/N’s shirt over her head, showing her lace bra. One she wore just for him. He begins leaving kisses down her neck to her breasts kissing her clothed sensitive nipples, causing Y/N’s breath to hitch, letting a moan leave her throat when Spencer sucks at her skin below the underwire of her bra.

“Spence, please..” Y/N says, her chest heaving, just from what little Spencer had done thus far. She can’t imagine how she’ll act when he actually does something, but God she’s begging to find out.

“What do you want, baby?” Spencer says, looking up at her with an innocent look. Yet not stopping his kisses along her ribcage.

“You.”

A few rounds later the two lay, tangled in Spencer’s sheets, cuddling, Y/N’s head laying on Spencer’s naked chest, her left leg swung over Spencer’s thighs, his right hand laying on her thigh and his left arm cradling Y/N’s head.

“Tell me something about you.” Y/N says not looking up at Spencer, only gently tracing shapes on Spencer’s chest.

“What do you mean?” Spencer leans down to look at Y/N’s face, her leaning down to look at him.

“I feel like… I don’t know, I want to know everything about you.”

“Okay, where do you want me to start?”

“I guess, do you have any other hobbies? Other than reading every piece of Russian Literature?”

“I haven’t read every piece of Russian Literature-”

“Close to.”

“-but I also can do some close up magic-”

This causes Y/N to stop tracing shapes across Spencer’s naked chest, sitting up, the sheet around her body slipping down slightly, distracting Spencer momentarily until Y/N speaks again.

“What?! You can do magic? Oh my god, show me!”

Spencer sighs, leaning over Y/N to his bedside table to grab a pen and his journal, ripping out a piece of paper, then coming back to leaning his head on his pillow.

“Okay, here, I have this pen. Inspect it, no tricks?” Spencer hands the pen to Y/N. She inspects it more closely than Spencer thought she would, Y/N pulling off the cap, testing the ink on her skin, after deciding there was nothing out of the ordinary with the pen she hands it back to Spencer. He chuckles, taking the pen back from her hand.

“Okay, now I’m-”

“Wait! I didn’t inspect the paper.”

“I didn’t think you would need to.”

“Of course I need to.”

Y/N grabs the piece of paper from Spencer, quicking checking over the paper before handing it back to Spencer.

“Okay now, with just a bit of sleight of hand, I can slip the pen right through..” While talking the pen in Spencer’s hand goes right through the paper in his other.

“Oh my god! How did you do that?” Looking at Spencer in shock, turning from looking at him to the paper, then back to him.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Spencers says leaning over to his side table putting the pen and paper in his drawer, turning back to Y/N, shock still still written across her face. “Why don’t we wash up in the bath together?” Spencer says, smiling widely, while wrapping his hands around Y/N’s waist.

“Ooh, yes please.”

The two were in the bath together. Spencer sitting behind Y/N, bubbles floating around them, the bottom of their wine glasses dipping into the water. Talking, not talking, just comfortable being with each other.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?” Spencer asks hesitantly, the question had been plaguing his mind all day, knowing he has to go back to work tomorrow.

"Do you want me to?” Y/N wasn’t planning on leaving tomorrow, she had packed her bag for a week long with Spencer.

"N-no, no I don’t want you to leave, just… I have work tomorrow, and I just assumed you wouldn’t want to sit around my apartment..” Y/N hadn’t even thought of what she would do while Spencer was at work, but thought of sitting in Spencer’s apartment cleaning, and cooking.. It felt domestic. And she loved it.

"I don’t know.. I could clean, and I could cook lunch and you could come back here during your break. I can keep myself busy. I could read one of your millions of books.”

“I don’t have millions of books, I have closer to a hundred.”

“Oh, sorry. I could read one of your hundred books.”

“Okay, and I’ll come back here for lunch.”

Y/N turns her head to face Spencer, smiling, and leaving a kiss on his cheek, turning back to face the end of the tub. Spencer sets his wine glass on the edge of the tub to wrap his arms tightly around Y/N’s waist, leaving kisses along her back and up to the back of her neck. His slight stubble tickled her skin, causing Y/N to laugh and spill her wine in the bath. Spencer chuckling, continuing to kiss across Y/N’s skin

“Stop! Spence- that tickles!” Y/N laughs out, raising her shoulders to her ears, in a way to stop Spencer. Even though she didn’t really want him to stop, if it was a choice she would choose for him to never stop.

#spencer #reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fic

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silv3rswirls · 1 year

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Their s/o falls asleep beside them

Note: I lost the ask for this one as well, so I’m unable to tag the person who requested this, but I hope you enjoy! It was a very cute ask 💕

♡Chan♡

You decided to go and sit with Chan while he worked in the studio. You had been having trouble sleeping lately, so you figured being there with him was better than laying awake and bored at home. “I have to go get something” he announced, waiting for you to pick your head up from his shoulder, only to find you fast asleep against him. He hummed with a small smile, forgetting whatever it was he wanted to get up for. Instead, he moved you closer for comfort; just happy you were finally getting some well-deserved rest.

♡Minho♡

You had gone with him on a visit to his parents, having dinner together and spending some downtime there. He had been sitting and playing with the cats when he realized you had stopped talking to him. He smiled, moving closer to find you asleep on the sofa, Dori fast asleep at your side as well. He’s relieved to see you sleeping finally, with how often you complain of trouble sleeping. He sits on the floor next to you in comfortable silence.

♡Changbin♡

He had noticed you sleeping and got up to turn the movie off and cover you up, making sure you were comfy and cozy before he went off to the kitchen to clean up the dinner you had made for the two of you. You had been stressed lately, on top of always mentioning that you don’t sleep well at night, the least he could do was help you out around your apartment. He melts when you come shuffling out of your bedroom a few hours later, sleepy-eyed and hugging him from behind. You tell him you feel safer and sleep better when he’s around.

♡Hyunjin♡

He stopped by the morning after a hard night. You were supposed to go out for brunch together, but as he watched your trudge around your room trying to get ready, a small frown and heavy bags under your eyes, he decided a peaceful morning in would be better. “It doesn’t matter, I never sleep well” you complain as he pulls you back to bed, settling best to him with his arms around you. Eventually, you drift off listening to quiet conversation and playing with his hair.

♡Jisung♡

He wasn’t sure how he felt when you told him you weren’t comfortable sleeping around him yet, but he respected the boundary. Until one evening while watching a movie with you he fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night worried he had intruded. But you’re curled up beside him, gripping his sweatshirt loosely and in a deep sleep. He falls back asleep with a smile, glad that you felt comfortable enough to sleep with him

♡Felix♡

He had had a rough day and came to you just wanting some affection. So, the two of you got comfy on his bed and he sighed; wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your stomach. He keeps his eyes closed and just takes the moment in, but when your hand running through his hair stops he looks up to find you dozing off. He smiles, watching you drift away.

♡Seungmin♡

It had been a rough few weeks for you. Seungmin’s schedule had been too busy for quality time, and your own obligations were growing heavy. When you and Seung-min started talking one night, finally free enough to have it to yourselves, you couldn’t help but start to cry. He hugged you, let you bury your face into his shoulder, and let it all out. You weren’t someone to get comfortable easily, so he always feels happy when you come to him with your problems. You fell asleep in the safety of his arms.

♡Jeongin♡

You were having trouble sleeping on such a long flight. Uncomfortable with the noise and strangers around you, Jeongin could only watch as you tossed and turned restlessly, growing frustrated for you. You feel a little better when he offers his hand to hold, and eventually, your grip on his loosens a bit as you doze off. He makes sure not to let go and checks on you often; happy that you have been able to calm down and rest.

#stray kids reaction #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #Bang Chan #Lee Minho #Seo Changbin #Hwang Hyunjin #Han Jisung #Lee Felix #Kim Seungmin #Yang Jeongin

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skzdreamz · 1 year

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Missing you

pairing: idol!lee know x fem!reader

word count: 1.0K+

warnings: cussing, pet names, suggestive MDNI!

"y/n I'm home!", Minho yelled while kicking his shoes off and placing them on the rack. he had a busy schedule this week and felt like he didn't get to spend enough time with you these past few days. that's why he decided to come home earlier today.

you just finished making dinner when Minho came home and you welcomed him warmly as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. "hi, you're home early? how was your day?", you say. "I noticed I haven't really been able to spend time with you lately and I just miss hanging out with you. what about a movie night tonight?". you smile at him and nod. "but first a shower, wait for me yeah?", he says.

as he finishes up his routine you set the table for the two of you. you can't deny you missed him these last few days, but you understand he's busy. he's doing something he loves and as long as he's happy, you're happy.

you were just about to change in some more comfortable clothes when Minho walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower body. you can't help but stare at his well defined abs as he walks towards you. "shit.." you mumble. "what was that honey?", he smirks. "ah.. nothing.. I was about to tell you dinner's ready".

while eating dinner you were catching up on the things you both have been up to these days. you haven't had much time to talk whenever he came home, because he came home late and exhausted most of the days.

"dinner was great, thank you". you nod and smile at him. "I'll just do the dishes and I'll be back yeah?" you say. "no I'll help you, you've done so much already", he says while placing a kiss on your forehead.

you walk to the kitchen as he follows you. "have I already told you you look beautiful today?", he says as he wraps his arms around you from behind. "that's so cheesy Min, what do you want?", you giggle. "I've just missed you, you know?".

you turn around is his arms and look up at him. "I know, I've missed you too, but we finally get to spend some time together so let's finish up the dishes and then we can watch a movie or something?", you tell him. "we can watch a movie and I won't say no to the 'or something' part", he says while kissing your cheek. you feel your cheeks burning up as he turns you around and starts washing the dishes. the things this man does to you...

after cleaning you two sit on the couch looking for a movie to watch. "what do you want to watch? there's too much to choose from", you sigh. "I'd rather watch you the whole night", he says. you want to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. "a movie Min, m o v i e, okay?" you say as you try to act annoyed. "you don't want to do the same thing? your eyes said something different when you watched me walk out of that shower babe", he says with a grin. you blush as you look away.

you eventually figured you'd just watch an action movie. the only problem is you can't get Minho's comment out of your head. the more you think about it, the more you want to just jump him right there and then. as if he read your mind he spoke "what's going on in that pretty mind of yours huh? you're not even focussing on the movie". you sigh "I'm just tired I guess. do you want to go to bed instead?". he nods as he turns off the tv and leads you to the bedroom.

as you want to climb into the bed Minho pulls you by your waist and places you on top of him. "now tell me what you were really thinking about".

"nothing I was just tired"

"okay, let's go to sleep then"

"are you tired?"

"a bit yes, why?"

"..."

"you want to confess something baby?", he smirks.

"oh come on you can't just walk around like that and expect your girlfriend not to drool over you"

"well thank you for the compliment", his eyes darken "now tell me what you want from me"

his stare is so intense you want to hide from embarassment, but he stops you just in time. "tell me baby, no need to be shy all of a sudden", he flashes you a comforting smile.

it melts your heart to see his eyes soften a bit. even in situations like these he wants to make sure you're comfortable and let you know he wouldn't do things you don't want him to.

while softly stroking his chest with your fingertips you manage to say "I've just missed you so much these days, but I didn't want to bother you because I know you're busy". he shuts you up by kissing you passionately. the kiss gets intense quickly and not soon after you gasp for air. "I've missed you just as much, you never bother me baby. tell me what's on your mind and we'll always make it work, okay?"

the next morning you wake up to Minho's alarm going off. you turn towards him and notice his side of the bed is empty. moments later you hear Minho running towards the bedroom to turn off the alarm. "shit, sorry I thought I turned off the alarms.. I didn't want to wake you just yet", he says. "it's okay, but why are you still here? don't you have a busy schedule today?". he flashes a smile "I wanted to be here with you today so I told the boys to go over the choreography theirselves, they'll figure it out. my top priority right now is you"

you smile and give him a quick peck before saying "what is that smell?". "ah!, pancakes! you coming? go freshen up and I'll wait for you downstairs", he gives you a quick kiss on the lips and turns around to go back to the kitchen.

Times like these makes you wonder how you ended up with a man this caring and handsome. you smile to yourself before washing up and putting on some clothes. you come downstairs and see Minho proudly holding a plate of pancakes for you.

"I'm all yours today. so besides taking my breath away, what else do you want to do today?

So, this is the first thing I've wrote, please do let me know if there are things I can do better! I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'll be back with more.

Also! You can always recommend a story just let me know and I'll try my best to write it for you as quickly as possible!

Thank you,

skz dreamz

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gimmeurtmi · 11 months

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bestie i am so– i just. all this minho & kiddies content is making me sick! all i can think about is him (yes we're switching it up a lil there's no reason he shouldn't be just as whipped) asking, begging, to put his baby in you. like when you finally start trying for kids man is obsessed and desperate to fill you with his cum over and over and over again because he needs to make sure it sticks.

he goes a little feral every time he starts to imagine how pretty you're going to look with your stomach growing bigger and rounder each day carrying his baby. a baby that's going to have his big sparkly eyes and your pretty smile and his nose and– yeah.

just imagine him fucking you over/on/against every surface in your home. like how that one time after a date he presses you up against the main door because he was too desperate to make it any further. And on your lazy days he fucks you doggy style on the carpet in the living room, movie and takeout forgotten, because he has an appetite for something other than food, another type of bone deep craving he's looking to satisfy.

like just... imagine him taking you from behind, face down ass up on the bed, his arms wound so tight around your waist as he pounds into you. he's breathing so hard, skin sweat slick like he's run back-to-back marathons in a single day, thighs trembling every time he fucks his cock back into you because his muscles are sore and he's so fucking sensitive but he just needs!! to cum inside you again.

"one more, baby. i know you can take it. just let me give you one more."

two more loads later and he's got you on your back, skin flushed so pink from exertion, hair sticking to his forehead, basically whimpering into your mouth as he kisses you. you're both a lil dumb from all the sex and definitely tired and sticky but. he just. can't stop moving. "one more," he'll whisper, kissing your cheeks. "need to make sure i breed you well," he'll tell you as he intertwines his fingers with yours and holds your hands down near your head. "need to get you pregnant, honey," he chokes out as he starts pounding into you again like the world's ending, eyes watering from the overstimulation but he just. can't. stop.

sigh. want me a desperately needy husband!min who goes a lil crazy, a lil stupid, trying to knock me up 😔🤞

bestie i—

there’s nothing more to say. just minho getting so pussy drunk he can’t stop until he’s bred you. his eyes getting glazed over and his lips all swollen but he won’t stop fucking into you. his knees and his thighs and his hips are sore but he can’t stop. even when you go to pull away and start your aftercare routine he gets all needy and whiny and pulls you close and “please one more baby one more” until you have to shush him and calm him down. and he does one more but you’re both on your sides cuddling and holding each other close and his thrusts are weak and slow but he’s so so close. he keeps mumbling into little kisses things like “mine, you’re mine, gonna make you mine bunny. the baby’s gonna be mine. you’re gonna be the mother of my kids, yeah? you’ll always be mine that way. always mine.”

and obviously minho tracks your ovulation cycle and everything and when the window is very low he goes just a little bit easier on you. he maybe uses those nights to do other things like make sure your body is at peace and ready for a baby so he’ll give you a massage and cook you food that’s really good for your hormone levels and so on.

also when the window is very very high he goes absolutely crazy. somnophilia ahead but, maybe that’s how you two find out you’re into that too because the schedule means he’s only gonna be home really late but he has your permission to breed you even if you’re asleep (you have to text him a green light every time before you fall asleep otherwise he won’t do it) and you always end up kinda waking up because mans just can’t stop talking it makes him so feral and he hopes maybe all his praising will enter your dream somehow and you always wake up just as he’s about to cum and you mumble out a little moany “min..” and he explodes inside you.

ugh you’ve corrupted me now i can’t stop thinking about thisssssss

#ask #anon #minho thoughts #hard thoughts

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guillotinebypierre · 8 months

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This is a direct continuation of the chapter prior to this, read the Yuna fanfic before in order to understand some of the plotpoints

Rina Noona❤️

Y/nn~ can you please come over to the dorm? I'm bored and you still owe me for making me go home during the after party :( The members aren't here right now as Gi, Ning and Win are in Japan for a photoshoot :(( I'm lonely rn but we can work on a song together in the meantime! I already talked to PD-nim about it and he said we can work on a collab song together if we want!

-3rd Person POV-

"FUCK Y/N JUST LIKE THAT MY GOD", Karina screamed.

The couple had been going at it....for the past three hours. Of course they took small breaks in between but those small breaks couldn't be heard, seen or smelled if one were to walk into Karina's room this instant. Karina was laying on her bed, her back had been blown out and now she could barely stand. Multiple creampies deep, now getting fucked in a missionary position. The bedsheets were wrinkled and damp, with a puddle of cum building up between her legs. Y/n relentlessly drilled into his lover as her moans and pleas for him to 'go harder' and 'don't stop' got louder and louder. The pair's original plans of making music and working on a collab song being long forgotten as their lust took over.

It had all started with Karina's teasing throughout the day, opening the door in only her bathrobe with the excuse that she had 'just gotten done showering' before changing into a crop top and short nike shorts that accentuated her curvy body. She 'accidentally' dropped things. Often. Her phone, her wallet and keys (the reason why she had them in her hands in the first place while in her own dorm still unknown), her chopsticks, you name it. And she didn't stop there as she made sure to bend over as far as possible and spending her sweet time with picking them up, making sure Y/n got a nice view of her ass and her pussy lips whose shape could be seen. After eating, Rina asked if Y/n wanted to see a movie, purposefully picking the scariest one she could find in order to cuddle up to Y/n throughout the whole movie. Her scent was driving

Y/n crazy, she smelled like fresh roses and strawberries, her hair smelt like vanilla and her skin had a faint but nice touch of cocoa due to her lotion.

Karina's efforts to get Y/n's attention, romantically speaking, however, fell to deaf ears as Y/n acted oblivious to her and wanted to get her to make the first move, like a REAL first move and not just empty teasing. It was frustrating, really, as she was overtly touchy, using the heavy blanket they were under as an excuse to grab onto Y/n's arms and hid her face by hugging his chest tightly. 40 min into the movie and she was basically on top of him, sitting on his lap, facing him instead of the movie, her original plan long thrown out the window as she now opted for a hail mary approach. She grabbed the neckline of his sweatshirt and smashed her plump lips against his.

Y/n quickly gave into the kiss, leaning forward tot deepen it while pushing his tongue into Karina's awaiting mouth. He reached around her ass and squeezed it. It was soft and its shape resembled a peach. Her legs wrapped around his torso and pulled her closer into him. Their bodies we're as close as they could get and the tension and heat grew and grew. Things started getting hotter, both figuratively and literally, as Karina's hands made their way under Y/n's sweatshirt and undershirt, pulling them over his head and throwing them away.

Y/n was getting frustrated as his pants grew tighter by the second. He stood up and made his way towards Karina's bedroom. The dorm was dark, the only light source being the television, but Y/n still maneuvered his way through the living space. It was large and rather open, with different furniture being placed around the room. They had been in the shared kitchen/living room space, which housed a large table next to the kitchen paired with two large, black, comfortable couches, a small table and a big television in front of them. Y/n carried Karina through an empty hallway, his lover never once stopping doing what she was doing as she continued sucking on his tongue and touching and grabbing whatever part of his upper body that she could.

Her room was at the end of the hallway, marked by a large 'J' in the upper middle portion of it. Y/n threw the door open before throwing Karina on the bed. He took his pants off and walked towards Karina who had a lustful expression on her face. Her lips were swollen and red, even redder than before. Her eyes traveled along his body, taking in every inch of him, from his eyes all the way to his legs, landing on his crotch and staring at the visible bulge. She grew wetter with every passing second, anticipation practically killing her as she watched her man crawl on top of her before undressing her, too.

And that brings us to where we currently are. Karina had been done by Y/n, insanely well one might add. From otherworldly oral sex to dicking her down better than she had ever imagined. To her, this was something straight out of fiction. She wasn't sure whether she could practice the following day and she was damn sure she would not be walking normally again for the near future but she was satisfied. Semen dripped down her pussy, also coating her inner thighs. Her ass was red, her neck filled with hickeys. Her breasts were filled with kiss and bite marks and her lips somehow even more swollen than before. She wasn't alone on that end, though.

Y/n, too, had his fair share of 'souvenirs'. His back and chest full of scratch marks, his neck and abs full of hickeys. Surely his face had a few lipstick marks as well but he wasn't one to complain. He continued pummeling Karina's insides as he rearranged her guts, giving her the night-

Right, they had been going at it for so long that night time had rolled around. He was sure their neighbors hated him but he didn't care at this point.

Y/n felt an oh so familiar feeling as Karina once more tightened around him. Her body showed what was coming, or who was coming, as her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes shut, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out. Her back arched as she connected her legs together behind his back and pulled him closer into her. Her body lit up, moans getting louder and louder until finally the dam broke and she squirted all over Y/n's body. Her pussy made it seem like it was raining, her insides clamped around him as he reached his breaking point. With a final stroke he pushed himself and buried himself as deep as he could. His cum found its way into a familiar place, painting whatever little crevice of her walls wasn't already painted. Karina let out a final drawn-out, satisfied moan before hugging Y/n closer to her face and giving him a long kiss.

This kiss wasn't like any other they had shared throughout the night. It was much more calm, much more..intimate. Although they had been intimate with each other the whole night, this kiss in particular was different. It was as if all the lust had been stripped from them, leaving them two young lovers, yearning for each others warmth. Their hug continued for a while, comfortable silence surrounding the two as they laid next to each other. Y/n hugged Karina, the ladder drawing circles on the former's chest.

Y/n looked down to his side. Karina had a peaceful look on her face. Her ethereal features being lit beautifully by the rising sun. The night was almost done, yet no sign of fatigue or exhaustion making itself known within either of the two.

Karina grabbed Y/n's face before slowly getting up and sitting on his stomach. The blanket slowly draping down her shoulders, allowing the faint sun to illuminate parts of her body. It was as if she had jumped out of a painting, her body resembling a sculpture made by god himself. It was as if she was a goddess.

She leaned down and kissed him, hard. Lust finding it's way between the two lovers again and slowly taking control over them. She was grinding on him, deepening the kiss. Y/n looked her in the eyes and saw a familiar look. A look that said one thing- She wanted to go again.

-Timeskip-

It had been a week since Y/n and Karina slept with each other. A week during which a lot had happened. They had kept in touch, of course, this time closer than ever, going out on hidden dates and such but also interact in front of cameras with each other. Due to Karina being a MC for Inkigayo and Y/n currently promoting his music, the two met each other on the business side of things a lot more. Y/n, being flirty by nature and being known as someone who flirts a lot, naturally 'hit' on Karina in front of cameras a lot, causing her to blush and act really shy, something most fans thought was scripted. Nevertheless foreign fans and Korean fans had started shipping both of them, which in their opinion was something they could live with.

-Karina POV-

fæmily<3

Ningx2

>Rina unnie do you have something to tell us?

Win

>Yeah unnie I feel like you're hiding something

Aeri

>I agree, it's almost like you did something while we were gone, or should I say you did someone 👀

Rina

I have no idea what you girls are talking about.<

Ningx2

>Is that so unnie?

Win

>Thats really odd you know, bc I was cleaning yesterday and I found a few things that don't really look like they belong in our dorm🤔

Rina

I'm still lost<

Aeri

>Unnie we know you fucked Y/n while we were gone stop acting oblivious

Rina

ME?<

Y/N??<

You got the wrong person! No way y'all are accusing me out of nowhere like this<

Ningx2

>Unnie. you forgot to give him his clothes back and it happened to be a hoodie we have seen him wear before

Win

>Yeah and your dumbass forgot that we know what his cologne smells like. You ain't slick Rina unnie we can smell your room and 'your' sweatshirt

-seen-

This was not how it was supposed to go! FUCK

Why did I forget about them! They're way to nosy for their own good. Now how the hell will I get out of this

Aeri

>Unnie we know you're still there we can hear you walking around in your room

Rina

Please don't tell manager-nim<

Ningx2

>Unnie what do you think we are! We're damn near family why would we snitch on you.

Win

>^plus you haven't told us anything yet

Aeri

>Is he big?

Ningx2

>How big is it?

Win

>is it really as big as that one fan on twitter calculated?

Rina

Why are you girls like this ://<

Aeri

>What Unnie you HAVE to tell us! It's not like we can fuck him ourselves, atleast not now anyways :|

Ningx2

>^Yeah it was unfair of you to snatch him while we were gone! Atleast lets be competitive about it :(

Rina

What if you could fuck him tho?<

Win

>What

Ningx2

Aeri

>Thats the thing! We can't because you snatched him up and let him wife you already :/

Rina

You girls aren't understanding me<

What if-<

What if we share him?<

You know like all 4 of us at the same time<

Ningx2

>Rina are you seriously suggesting a fivesome?

Aeri

>I'm in.

Win

>I'm in too

Ningx2

>What-

>Alright fine I'm in too

Rina

Great! I'll get him to get here but I won't tell him of our plan<

I can't believe I got out of that one alive. I really need to be more careful next time, but now I got to somehow help Y/n not pass out.

Y/nn🫶🏼

>Hey Rina! How are you? I just wrapped up promotions for the week and now I'll have a few days off. Would you like to do something?

Rina Noona❤️

Heyyyy Y/nn<3 I'm doing fine but I really miss you. I've felt lonely recently. Do you wanna come over tonight? We can 'work on a song together' again ;)<

Y/nn🫶

>oh-

>but aren't your members back?

Rina Noona❤️

That just means we'll need to be extra quiet<

Y/nn🫶🏼

>Noona you're the loud one whenever we have sex

Rina Noona❤️

Then you better start thinking about ways to shut me up, lover boy<

See you soon baby❤️<

I turned my phone off and got out of my room. He'll be here in a few hours, we need to prepare ourselves!

--time skip--

3rd person POV

Y/n arrived at Aespa's dorm pretty quickly. This place strangely became like a third home to him, after his own place and the studio, of course.

He got on the elevator and waited for the doors to close. He had no idea why but he was a bit anxious of today. He had missed Karina a lot recently but something about her message seemed odd. Normally she wouldn't be so straight forward, but then again, maybe he was just overthinking it. Without knowing it he had already arrived at his destination. He rang the bell and after a few second the door opened. Karina stood in front of him, once again only in her bathrobe. Her skin was shining, her hair was healthy and silky. She smelled just like she had smelled last week. She gave him a large smile, the same smile that made his knees weak. Karina ushered him inside before closing the door behind him. She grabbed his hands and ran along the familiar hallway, all the way to the door at the end of it, the door with the 'J' he had come to love.

Karina opened the door and they made their way inside. She led him towards her bed before closing the door. Karina let her bathrobe fall and thats when he saw what she was wearing. A dark blue lingerie set. Her breasts filled out a soft cup bra, the dark blue floral pattern covering her pink nipples, her flat stomach contrasted the dark colour beautifully and the soft light shining from the city into the room defined her abs even more. Her lower body was clad in a matching panty set, the same floral pattern evident here, this time hiding her pussy. Above her panties she wore a matching garter belt, which held same coloured stockings that had the same floral pattern on their top part.

Y/n drooled at the sight, mouth open and eyes wide open as he looked at the woman in front of him. He may have described her as a goddess before, but this time he was sure that Yu Jimin was something even Aphrodite herself would be jealous of.

Suddenly he felt hands behind him as three different voices spoke.

"Oppa close your mouth before I stick my tongue down your throat", Ningning told him.

"Take a picture and it'll last longer Y/nn", Winter continued while rubbing his chest

"I think you broke him, Rina unnie", Giselle finished while rubbing his shoulders.

The three girls walked in front of him and it was at that moment that Y/n almost had a heart attack.

The three women all wore lingerie sets, each of them in a different colour and each of them different than the one Karina was wearing.

Giselle wore a black set, her underwear contrasting her pale skin perfectly while also accentuating her features. It matched her eyes and her hair, two things Y/n particularly loved about her. Her breasts filled out her bra nicely, however, unlike Karina's top, her nipples could be seen through her bra. Her wide hips filled out the bottom portion as well as her upper body did, her thighs and ass full and her panties already showing a small wet patch.

Winter wore a ivory set, her colour matching her skin instead of contrasting it. It was a calming colour, more subtle than the other two but still beautiful. It had an elegant, yet sultry feel to it. Her small, perky breasts filled out her bra, too, and her petite body looked gorgeous in that colour. Her midriff made Y/n go insane as his eyes stared her down going lower and lower until realizing that her underwear was see-through.

Lastly, Ning wore a violet set. Probably the most beautiful one if Y/n had to choose. She seemed shy, her face being red and her arms almost trying to cover herself. Her bra had a floral pattern, too, however hers resembled violets while Karina's resembled roses. Her waist was very small and her legs seemed to go on forever-

Y/n was suddenly shaken out of his trance as he felt a weight on his lap followed by three other people surrounding him.

"Baby I know this is sudden but we were wondering if you'd like to, you know, have sex with all of us?", Karina asked hime while cupping his face.

"A- All of you noona?"

"Yes all of us baby. You can do it, just remember how many rounds you went when it was just me? You have more then enough for all of us, I know it.", She continued while whispering in his ears

Y/n nodded, almost like he was hypnotized before a few hands grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt and ripped it off him. His bare upper body was exposed and soon he felt two mouths licking and kissing his abs. His face was pulled to the left as he now stared at Winter's face.

"Can I kiss you Y/nn?", she said, almost in a whisper.

Y/n nodded before she leaned in. Her lips tasted sweet, like cherries. She was more dominant than Karina, fighting with him for control as she tried to explore his mouth. He felt someone grab his hand before suddenly feeling a pair of soft breasts. He grabbed and kneaded them before hearing a soft moan, realizing that it was Ning, meaning that Karina and Giselle were now at his waist, trying to take his pants off.

The room filled with muffled moans all in different pitches. The two girls at the bottom fished his dick out, Aeri being surprised at it's size while Karina immediately jumped at it and went to work. The girls took turns with sucking and deepthroating it, also licking it together at some point.

Meanwhile Ning and Winter took turns making out with Y/n as he was now feeling Ning's tongue inside his mouth. Her lips were soft, even softer than Karina's and she was surprisingly aggressive while kissing. it was almost like she didn't want to fall behind her members in the race to see who'd win Y/n over.

The two at the bottom now switched positions again, as Karina took his balls into her mouth and sucked them while Arri sloppily bobbed her head up and down his large cock. She used her hands to jerk him off whenever her mouth wasn't on his dick while taking advantage of the amount of saliva to use it as lubrication.

The room was filled with sex again, just like a week before only that now five bodies laid on the bed instead of two. The girls changed things up once more as Rina and Aeri gave Y/n a titjob while Winter and Ning took turns sitting on his face and using his fingers as a dildo.

Y/n was in heaven. He tasted what he could only describe as the elixir of life itself as Ning continued riding in circles with his tongue inside her. She tasted sweet, almost like honey. Ning was a creamer, unlike Karina. Her moans were breathy, almost like whimpers. She held a hand to her mouth in the hopes of shutting the noises off while throwing her head back and clamping her thighs against Y/n's head. Her ass was being held by Y/n, using it as a way to push her even harder into him, her ass cheeks showing finger imprints. She rocked her hips in a circular motion as Y/n sucked her clit.

In addition to his tastebuds getting a taste of eternal life, Y/n felt like he was in heaven. He had never gotten a titjob before but it was a sensation he wanted to feel forever. It was like two soft pillows embedded his dick, it was better than any hand job he had ever gotten, better than any pocket pussy, it was something unique. He held on to dear life, taking every fiber of his body to not cum and instead distracted himself.

He reached around for a bit, the lack of vision showing to be quite an obstacle, until finally finding what he was looking for. He put three fingers in, starting off where he left and continued finger fucking a sensitive Winter, who he had just let rest for a bit after orgasming prior. He curled his fingers upwards as he knew this was where her sweet spot was before upping the pace. Her moans got louder as she was grinding on his fingers. Y/n used one of his arms to adjust Ning on his face before reverting his attention back to Winter. He used his thumb to attack her clit, the stimulation becoming too much for her as she soon reached her orgasm again, squirting all over Y/n's midsection.

Almost instantly Y/n felt Ning's thighs tighten around his head again as she came for a second time, too, falling forward and catching herself while Y/n tried to drink every single drop of cum that Ning gave.

She got off his face and that was when Y/n saw what the other two members had been doing. While giving him a titjob they were making out themselves, while also fondling his balls. Y/n threw his head back, moans growing louder and just as he thought he could hold out a bit longer he felt two tongues on his tip, a feeling which broke the dam. His cum shot out of his dick coating the breasts of Aeri and Karina and also landing on their faces. The girls, seemingly happy with the results crawled towards him before Aeri jumped on his lap and inserted his dick inside her pussy.

She was even tighter than Karina, yet still wet as fuck. She bounced up and down, her breasts moving rhythmically, almost hypnotic in a way. She threw her head back as her moans got more frequent and resembled screams of pleasure. The picture was vivid, however not eternal as Y/n's vision was taken by a familiar pussy sitting on his face. Karina's familiar taste seeped it's way into his mouth as Y/n got to work.

He lapped up her juices like his life depended on it, his tongue doing overtime as he licked every inch of her. He attacked her clit viciously and tongue fucked her, hitting her sweet spot expeditiously. All the while Aeri continued using him as a fucktoy, moving her hips rhythmically in circles, making sure Y/n felt her walls contracting around him. She played with her clit while Karina found her way to Aeri's nippes, pinching them and playing with her breasts. Y/n's arms grabbed Karina's thighs, sandwiching his face between them and pressing her sweet center even more into his hungry mouth.

Soon enough everyone reached their breaking point and it was as if an choir of moans had found it's way into the room. Aeri came first, as her motion slowed down and her walls tightened, her head getting thrown back one last time, back arching and eyes rolling back before she shouted out in pleasure. Her pussy creamed around Y/n and soon enough he himself erupted inside her, painting her walls white with his semen, emptying every last drop inside her, before she fell down onto the mattress and succumbed to exhaustion. After that, Karina came, too, with a loud moan of Y/n's name. Her thighs pressed together, almost suffocating Y/n as her juices leaked like an open faucet and he thirstily tried to drink up all of them. The girl fell to her side and so, the second one was defeated.

Winter jumped onto Y/n's lap next, not even giving him time to relax and catch his breath before pushing her panties to the side and fucking herself with his cock. Y/n grabbed her below her thighs and stood up, walking towards the nearest wall and pressing her back against it. He fucked her relentlessly, knowing full well that, while he could reach her sweetspot easily this way, he could't hold her in this position for too long, even if she was small. He pounded her against the wall, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that rippled through her body. Her arms reached around his muscular back, scratches from the nights with Karina still not healed completely, hugging him tighter into herself. Her eyes were sealed tight, her mouth was open and her mind was focussed on one thing: the pleasure she was receiving.

Her legs were draped around his torso, too tired to wrap around him entirely as she felt like she'd pass out from pleasure if this were to continue for much longer. Minute after minute, second after second, the fucking was relentlessly and merciless. Flesh slapping against flesh, her head now thrown back, too, mimicking the two other girls, her mind going ballistic and praying to any godly entity out there that she'd still be able to walk tomorrow.

Her orgasm came soon enough, hitting her like a truck, opening gates to pleasure that she had never felt before. Winter let out on loud moan, a moan that sounded much like a shriek, hitting notes so high she'd feel the need to use Y/n during recording sessions. Her walls clamped around Y/n, tighter than anything or anyone he had ever felt before. His body was unable to move as exhaustion from fucking Winter in that potion washed over him and so- he came.

His dick throbbed inside her walls before his inevitable climax came and ended with him painting her walls like an empty canvas. He came for a good 30 seconds until both of them felt hot gooey liquid dripping down Winter's thigh.

Y/n strutted towards the bed before laying Winter down and turning towards the last girl- NingNing.

She had a look on her face that showed determination. Her fingers were sticky and there was a small wet patch on the bedsheet between her thigh, evidence that exposed that she was playing with herself throughout all of this.

Y/n grabbed the girl and laid her on her stomach. He whispered something in her ear and she almost instantly raised her ass up and got into position.

Y/n stroked himself back into a full mast before entering Ning's body.

Her pussy was different from the other three. It was a lot hotter and she was definitely wetter than the rest. He thrusted hard and slow into her, earning moans which she tried to shut up before Y/n grabbed her hands and held them firmly behind her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ears again.

"I want to her your voice Ning"

A sentence which made her clamp down on him tighter. He continued fucking her, now hearing loud moans come out of her mouth. It was like an angel singing to him, if you ask him.

Ning's eyes were shut as she focussed entirely on what she was feeling. The sound of skin slapping against each other, the burning sensation on her ass whenever Y/n slapped her, the juices dripping down the sides of her thighs, the pleasing pain she felt when he grabbed her hair and made her look up at him. Ning was feeling euphoric.

Her breasts swayed with each thrust, her moans getting stuck in her throat as a wave of pleasure overtook her body once again. She screamed out before getting muffled by Y/n's lips smashing against hers. Her body shook, her thighs losing strength, making her fall down onto the bed and her pussy creamed around his dick.

Y/n felt the familiar sensation making it's way through his body. He felt his climax arriving for the final time that night as he drove deep into the tired body of Ning one last time. His thrust reached as deep as possible before finally emptying everything he had inside her.

He stayed inside her for a bit before finally pulling out and watching his cum leak out of her tight hole.

Exhaustion washed over his body as he, too, finally fell down and succumbed to his body's fatigue, joining the sleeping figures of Aeri, Winter, Ning and Karina.

-time skip-

Y/n woke up, his body aching in parts where it had never ached before. He tried standing up before feeling weight around his body. He looked down and saw four familiar bodies on top of his, Rina to his right, Aeri to his left and Winter and Ning on top of him.

A small smile crept its way onto his handsome face as he gave them all a small kiss, careful not to wake them up, before closing his eyes again and drifting off into sleep before...

"Y/nn~ you neglected me yesterday baby. You're mine, got that? Even if my members and I share you, your Rina noona should be your priority, got that!", Karina whispered into his ear while pouting.

Y/n could only nod before giving her a quick kiss and telling her to go back to sleep.

"Hmph I better get some dick later Y/nn. You're lucky I like you so much", she finished before snuggling up to him and going back to sleep.

Safe to say he wouldn't be getting much sleep the next night either.

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