First and foremost, I’d like to gauge whether or not this idea is worth writing!!
So question, is anyone still interested in Hwarang?
If I make a Hwarang fanfic where the reader (most likely fem, very sorry) is a True Bone Painter and Calligrapher that occasionally gets commissioned by the officials (and maybe the the royal family), would anyone read it? You can also suggest what you'd like to see! I personally am just strict about keeping the "Painter" part, but the bone status of the reader can be worked around!!
(More below the cut)
I initially had this idea that the reader would be mixed race/looked like the descent of a different race while maintaining their bone status by having one of the parents out of the picture and be unable to clear up the nature of their ancestry. (Essentially just plot armor so that they don't question you don't look a certain way/to make anyone fit into the narrative regardless of their natural features.)
I'm also not super strict on the reader's status! It's just that generally speaking, it would be more convenient for the reader in every sense of the word to traverse the Hwarang Universe with a little help lolol
So you can suggest to have be, "a half-breed" but just keep in mind the obstacles that might come this person's way!
To add to this, every other chapter (maybe) will feature an inked artwork to portray what the reader has worked on!! Like this;
This is an example of something I made in preparation for this idea (with random sketches of men with long hair, and a funny-looking Ji Dwi lolol) to make the story a little more worth looking into!! The "paintings" will most likely be of random characters that may be some of the reader's commissioners, or maybe even one of the main cast depending on the scenario!!
Anyways, here are some ideas I have for the reader!! Feel free to vote on what you’d like to see more :DDD
Reader’s Character:
True Bone Painter/Calligrapher (stationary)
True Bone Painter/Calligrapher (traveling)
Half-breed Painter/Calligrapher
Half-breed Painter (can’t read and/or born outside the capital)
Synopsis: The members of Super Junior act as if they are your partner without being aware of it.
Warnings: Use of (Y/N), maybe some grammar mistakes, written with female pronouns.
w/c: almost 1k for each character
a/n: I really think I posted this almost a week ago, don't know what happened with that draft so rewrite it again take me more time than expected.
MASTERLIST
DONGHAE
You were Donghae's inseparable companion when the cameras weren't around.
If there was a rehearsal, you were there looking after his belongings.
If he wanted to practice a little tennis, there you were holding a racket and swaying your body from left to right, waiting to hit the ball with enough force to respond to his attacks.
The dynamic had always been like that. You two were a combo. A tandem.
But that night was different; that cozy silence had everyone spellbound and lost in their own thoughts.
Donghae wanted to compose a song, something memorable to sing with the group, a melody that would recount the highs and lows of his career.
His fingers danced across the guitar strings, creating chords and emitting notes that radiated melancholy.
"Has the genius composer run out of ideas?" you joked, lightly nudging the idol's side with your elbow.
"No, I was just thinking," he murmured without taking his eyes off the horizon, as if that was where the answer to all his musings lay.
"Quite a high-risk sport."
Hae finally burst out laughing as he slapped your shoulder in camaraderie. Just like he always did.
Then he felt the bare skin of your shoulder against his hand, and his fingers didn't leave that spot. He traced circles on your skin with them, distractedly, almost absentmindedly.
His mind was once again far away, immersed in some other thought, but his fingers continued to caress your shoulder. Feeling your skin burn, you moved that joint slightly, as if a mosquito were bothering you.
Donghae turned his head when he felt the movement and finally removed his hand, but the touch of his fingers was replaced by the softness of his lips.
A light kiss was placed on the exposed skin of your shoulder, and that act was noticed by everyone present.
"Hey lovebirds, if you were going to get affectionate, you should have warned us before forcing us to witness it," joked one of the singer's friends, causing the rest of the small group of people to laugh.
"It's no big deal. That's how we get along," the idol excused himself, struggling with all his might to keep the blush that was beginning to show on his neck from reaching his face.
You let that gesture pass, even joking about it with the others, but what you didn't expect was Donghae to overreact as time went by.
It was obvious that he had been avoiding you; it was clear that something between you wasn't right.
Things were tense within the brotherly dynamic that you both maintained, and the bowling game that Siwon had organized with the members of Super Junior was proof of that.
Everyone looked at each other, noticing how Hae avoided looking you in the eye, how your interactions had remained strictly professional.
When you won the duel against Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk, Donghae forgot his own inhibitions and hugged you, lifting you into the air and spinning with you around in his arms.
"You were amazing!" he beamed amid the excitement.
As soon as your feet touched the ground and everything seemed to fall silent around you, the idol took your hand and kissed your knuckles affectionately.
"Remind me never to team up with Donghae," Kyuhyun said, "I don't want to receive all those displays of affection."
"That's how we get along," he argued, getting into a silly argument with his friends.
Suddenly, the looks the other members gave you seemed to hide too many questions, as if they doubted your best friend's words.
"Isn't he like that with other people?" you dared to ask, doubting a routine that seemed normal to you.
Everyone shook their heads, letting doubt take root inside you.
You didn't want to see beyond the details they had been told you. You refused to let mistrust grow between you, but then he came running up to you as if he had good news to share with everyone.
All those moments when he had held your hand tightly flashed through your mind, how his fingers had absentmindedly caressed your skin, or the countless times he had covered your exposed skin with kisses.
None of it seemed innocent; none of those gestures could be seen as something that would happen between just friends.
Realizing that felt like a physical blow. Your previously cheerful expression changed to one full of concern.
"Hey (Y/N), can we talk?" The question came out in a casual tone, followed by a nervous laugh.
You nodded, fearing that your mixed feelings would betray you. You needed to talk to him too.
Your steps were slow but sure, your fingers played with the hem of the cotton T-shirt you were wearing, and your gaze never strayed from the idol's back.
Once away from the hustle and bustle, Donghae turned around to face you. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he knew that if he didn't seize the moment, the courage he had mustered would evaporate.
"Do you like me?" you asked out of the blue.
"I like you," he blurt at the same time as you.
He laughed. It was a loud laugh that made him double over in pain.
"Yes, (Y/N), I like you. I've liked you for a long time," he confessed with relief. "So what now?"
Instead of responding with words, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it down so you could press your lips against his.
Any declaration of eternal love would fall short of that gesture.
For Dongahe, that kiss was enough, as was continuing to maintain that relationship full of affection, camaraderie, and the love that had always existed between you.
SIWON
Your relationship had been forged with more physical contact than usual.
Sometimes you would high-five each other to celebrate, walk hand in hand, or put an arm around each other's waist.
Physical contact was something you were both used to, as much as you were used to each other's presence.
You had been through so much together. Variety shows, some dramas, and now an award ceremony. The Blue Dragon Awards had invited you to present the award for Best Soundtrack, so you were both waiting your turn in the dressing rooms.
The makeup artists had done their job, touching up your appearance along with Siwon's.
You were nervous, too nervous. You had taken a seat in front of the dressing table and your gaze never strayed from the screen in the corner of the dressing room.
Siwon, noticing your nerves, sat down next to you, your legs brushing against each other, as did your shoulders. Trying to instill a little confidence in you, Siwon's hand covered yours and placed it on his leg while slowly caressing the back of it.
That gesture had the desired effect, but when he brought your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, the dressing room fell silent.
While his touch was something you were used to, you couldn't say the same about the kisses. His lips had never touched you. Never. No kisses on your knuckles, your temple, or the top of your head. Nothing at all.
The makeup artists exchanged knowing glances while your face showed an expression of amazement.
"How sweet," commented one of the makeup artists, "my husband treats me like that too," she sighed dramatically.
"He must be a complete gentleman," murmured another, clasping her hands together as if she had witnessed the most romantic act in the world. "Don't worry about us, we'll be leaving soon to give you more privacy."
While your face flushed with embarrassment at the comments, Siwon remained unperturbed, just smiling. What set off your alarm bells? He never clarified the nature of your relationship.
After that display of affection, it seemed like a whole new world of possibilities opened up for Siwon.
When you two won an award for best supporting couple, his arm wrapped around your shoulders in camaraderie, but his lips planted a light kiss on your temple. A gesture that silently planted more doubts in your mind.
You tried not to read between the lines. You didn't want to see beyond his harmless displays of affection —until one day you visited the recording studio for Super Junior's music video.
Your hands were full carrying bags overflowing with food for them and their staff. Leeteuk was the first to come and help you with them, while Siwon slowly approached to wrap you in a hug.
The gesture that had previously seemed simply friendly now appeared to have some other connotation. The hug was reciprocated as usual, but the feeling was completely different.
Siwon separated you, holding you by the shoulders, his gaze traveling across your face, searching for signs of discomfort.
"Is everything okay?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"No."
Your answer surprised you as much as it did him. You didn't expect that burst of honesty, much less that the word would come out as if you were confirming your suspicions.
The silence had gone on too long to back down.
"I'm confused," you murmured, feeling that that voice and those words did not belong to you. "Since when did you stop seeing me as 'just a friend'? I mean, all those caresses, the kisses, the way you act with me it's all... confusing."
Your hands reached up to your head, your confused gaze increasing the impact of your words.
The expression of surprise always visible on the idol's face relaxed, giving way to a huge smile, the kind you had often seen him make for dramas. Only this time it wasn't acting, it was a broad, genuine gesture.
His hands took yours and placed them between you, intertwining his fingers with the same delicacy he had always done.
"Does that matter?" His arched eyebrow only served to dramatize the moment. "What's relatable here is that you noticed it. What do you plan to do now?"
You blinked in confusion, slowly processing his question.
Silence spread between you again, but the feeling was not one of awkwardness but of expectation. His hands continued to hold yours, and his gaze, those expressive eyes, conveyed the whole world of emotions he had kept locked inside.
"I don't know, Siwon. I… I don't know."
Confusion was clouding your judgment.
"If you don't mind, then I'll do what I have in mind."
He leaned toward you, bringing his face close to yours with the clear intention of kissing you.
The movement was slow, deliberate, calculated. Your breaths mingled in the small space between you, your hands clasped his, but you didn't pull away. You wanted that contact too.
Freeing your hands from his, you threw your arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and brought your lips close to his.
No words were needed to define that relationship, not when your feelings were mutual and the members of the group had witnessed it.
RYEOWOOK
The constant banter between you was commonplace. The arguments were something to behold, and although you could both say hurtful things to each other, you knew your limits and respected them.
The debates always ended in tears of laughter. With him laughing loudly and you doubled over, your stomach burning with pain from the effort of holding back your laughter.
Those moments could happen just between the two of you or in the company of someone else. It didn't really matter; you enjoyed that dynamic of teasing each other.
What Ryeowook could never conceive of was someone else getting involved.
No.
Arguments with you were something reserved solely for him, a tirade that made him selfish and monopolized your time. And you? You saw it as normal, completely blind to the suggestive glances or malicious comments from friends and strangers alike.
"You argue like you're a couple," someone commented at one point, laughing foolishly at their own remark.
"Maybe because we are," you declared, completely unaware of the reddish hue that spread across the singer's face. "Like a team. A dynamic duo. Isn't that right, Wookie?"
He nodded sheepishly as he let that idea sink in. Was that an admission of your feelings for him? Was not denying it at first proof that you had moved beyond friendship to make way for something more?
He didn't know; in fact, he didn't understand what had happened, but if you had made your feelings clear, the only thing he could do was show you that they were reciprocated.
The change happened gradually. Discussions about random topics slowly stopped, there was no more debate about whether a bear could beat a tiger or whether wearing a blue shirt made someone look superior compared to wearing a yellow one.
"Come on, change that pink hoodie for something else or people might think we're wearing matching outfits," you complained, pulling on the drawstrings that hung down from the sides of the fabric hood.
The idol shook his head and linked his arm through yours.
"Whatever, you were the one who said we were a team and that these things didn't matter."
And it really had been that way, until everyone started saying the same thing over and over again "You two make a cute couple."
You had never shown any interest in denying it; everything was supposed to be fine as long as you knew what kind of relationship you had. But him? Ryeowook just smiled and said "Thanks."
You noticed it, of course you were aware of the change, but you weren't the only one. When the Super Junior KRY subunit got together for rehearsals ahead of a music festival, they noticed it too.
"Don't you think Ryeonggu has changed?" Yesung suggested, nodding toward him. "You haven't argued, and he seems lost in his own bubble with you."
"Of course not, he's just spent more time with me than with you guys," you excused, waving your hand in front of the idol to downplay his words.
Then the singer returned to the meeting room with your exact order—one he knew by heart—and something random from the menu for his two companions.
"We've known each other for more than twenty years and he don't even know that I like iced americano," he pointed out with a mocking smile. "It's not about time."
"Ryeowook," you changed the subject, "Yesung says that we act like a couple."
"Maybe because we are."
His statement caused Kyuhyun to choke on his coffee and Yesung to nearly spill his. They hadn't expected that answer.
You laughed happily that everything had finally been decided. If he said you were a couple, then you were.
That's how you had always understood each other. After hearing a good reason, you accepted each other's decisions when you knew they were right.
The singer sat down next to you and planted a fleeting kiss on the tip of your nose, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His fingers intertwined with yours under the table, and your head found its natural place on Ryeowook's shoulder.
KYUHYUN
Everyone on the team was trying to make the performance memorable. The script had been memorized by everyone, and the relaxed atmosphere in the rehearsal room encouraged improvisation.
Loud laughter, changing song lyrics just to make them funny, improvised scenes, and forgotten lines were all things you were used to.
Part of the job.
But the camaraderie between Kyuhyun and you, the two stars of the show, went beyond the understanding of all the actors and actresses.
It was as if you were two people sharing the same brain cell.
He would say something, and you immediately knew how to complement it perfectly. Your exchange of funny and intelligent comments had everyone's stomachs aching from laughing so hard.
That's why no one was surprised to see you eating together, isolated in your own world, exchanging jokes in low voices and laughing in whispers so as not to disturb the comfortable silence in which the others were eating.
During the last rehearsals, while you stepped aside when you weren't supposed to be on stage, Kyuhyun always made sure no one stepped on the hem of your dress or smoothed your hair so it wouldn't look messy.
Every gesture was normal for you, but for everyone else it couldn't have been stranger.
Some of those actors had had the opportunity to work with him on previous plays and had never seen him behave like that with any member of the cast.
It was strange, too strange, the way he laughed so easily by your side or how accustomed he was to taking care of you and allowing you to take care of him.
So one day, when rehearsals were coming to an end and everyone had to double their efforts to put on a polished performance, sleep overcame you and, curled up in a sofa, you fell asleep.
Kyuhyun watched you there, curled up and hugging your own body as if you wanted to keep warm. Without thinking too much, he sat down next to you, placed your head on his lap, and began to stroke your hair as if you were a cat resting in the sun.
The idol was talking to everyone, enjoying the brief break while you pretended to continue sleeping.
Everyone chatted, unable to ignore the familiarity with which Kyuhyun stroked your hair and brushed the strands away from your face. Everyone waited for someone to make the inevitable comment, until it came.
"Have you made your relationship official? Congratulations on that," he said, raising his water bottle in a mock toast.
Your eyes widened. You had gone from a state of rest to one of alertness, where you turned to look at everyone as if they had misunderstood everything.
"That's not true, we don't… I don't… ugh" —your mind was a complete mess.
"We haven't made it official yet," Kyuhyun joked, but no one seemed to take it as such. "Oh, come on. We're not dating. We're just good friends."
You nodded repeatedly to leave no doubt among your colleagues, but when the day of the first performance arrived, everything fell apart.
Kyuhyun was too attentive, overly aware of your surroundings. If something was wrong with your makeup, he was the first to notice. An exposed thread in the seam of your costume, and he was already on his way with scissors, ready to fix it.
"Kyuhyun, you're suffocating me. Enough already," you muttered as you waited with him behind the scenes. "Everyone is whispering that we're dating."
"Do you want them to stop spreading those rumors?" he asked, smiling.
"Of course, that's why you need to give me some space. Go talk to the other actors," you said, weakly punching his chest to force him away from you.
"It would be easier if you just decided to date me," he offered casually.
You remained silent.
Speechless.
Your mind? Short-circuiting.
"Don't you think that would be more effective than continuing to deny it?" he insisted, bending down slightly to be at your height. "Come on, give me some kind of answer."
"I… I guess so," you replied amid the confusion. "I mean," you shook your head to refocus your attention on the topic you were discussing, "let's date. Let's try it."
"It's a shame you already have your makeup on," the singer smiled again, "if I kissed you now, all those hours in front of the mirror would be wasted."
So he had no choice but to take your hand and kiss your knuckles, hoping to convey all his feelings in that tender gesture.
A small reminder that requests are open, if you don't feel good sending messages in english, you cand send your request in spanish too (since I can work properly with that language).
If you only wanna fangirling or make any question my messages are open for you too
[a/n]: I portray Salesman as a manipulative, possessive, condescending gaslighter so be wary of that. But if you follow me that's exactly what you're into :) also lol the best way to go through this M-list is actually to go back-wards, so like from No. 7 to No.1 but you can do whatever you want.
[a/n]: I portray Salesman as a manipulative, possessive, condescending gaslighter so be wary of that. But if you follow me that's exactly what you're into :) also lol the best way to go through this M-list is actually to go back-wards, so like from No. 7 to No.1 but you can do whatever you want.
Synopsis: Choi Minho and you never see eye to eye. After countless troubles you two caused in class, the professor pairs you for a group project as a form of ironic punishment… Which brings you to a heated night of push and pull, hours before the deadline.
Pairing: Choi Minho x fem!reader
Genre: university!AU, enemies to lovers-ish, smut, then it gets kinda fluffy at the end??
Word count: 9682
Warnings: alcohol, they’re in uni, profanities, they are HORNY, mutual masturbation, video call sex, domsub undertones, explicit dirty talk (implied exhibitionism, breeding, and a tiiiiny bit of degradation kink), panic attack - reader experienced post-coital dysphoria for a bit :(
AN: sometimes your thirsty hours turn into a 9k mutual masturbation fic - jk, I really enjoy writing this one, especially the dialogue. I hope you like it! [06/30: did some minor edits on typos and whatnot]
Mini part 2 here
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"Out of every topic, you picked this? Are you mad?"
First and foremost, Choi Minho and you never get along.
There are abundant reasons why you can't stand him. You don't share too many classes with him, but when you do it always ends up with heated and pointless arguments. During each one of your presentations, Minho will raise a hand and play the role of devil's advocate, earning intrigued whispers from your classmates. Until one day, the professor had enough and paired you up in a project, much to your unheard protests.
Quite inevitably, it ends up in half-hearted discussion through the Zoom Meeting, only two days before the presentation.
"What? Got a problem with that?" You snap while still uploading source data into your shared drive. Then, a bark of mocking laughter pierces your ears, positively grating your nerves.
"A problem? There's no theory that correlates to it. Guess we're not having any presentations are we?"
You roll your eyes at the sight of his irksome sneer. It twists his usually bearable face into horribly displeasing. Minho's eyes spark alight with mockery, and you wonder why your classmates keep saying Minho "has the most tender eyes ever." Sounds like a different person altogether to you.
"We can find connections through other eras." You push through.
He rolls his eyes. "Which means you're doubling our work."
"Check the drive." You say through gritted teeth, barely holding yourself to spit harsher words. Minho does as instructed, albeit still murmuring curses under his breath and hand rustling his gelled hair, quiet but purposely audible, perhaps just to push your buttons more. But you choose to wait.
As expected, his eyebrows raise in surprise before he scoffs, "someone did their homework."
"And someone's a useless ass." Minho whips a glare at his own laptop camera - at you. Before he can say anything, you mute him. And you can see him biting his lips, holding back more words, solidifying your win.
"Shut up and get to work, Choi."
Then, his mic icon goes on.
"Fuck you."
You smirk. With a finger on your lips, you speak to him like one to a child. "Shhh. Be useful for once, will you?"
Both of you are petty and nothing sort of professional, but you have no intention to be the bigger person, not for Choi Minho. Begrudgingly, he turns away, and an icon with a familiar photo appears in the google docs.
That should motivate him to work.
His voice suddenly rings. "Hey."
He hasn't typed a single word on your shared google docs, you note with cynicism.
"What?"
"Your vocabulary sucks." Then in a douchebag way you know only Choi Minho can manage, he deletes most of your bullet points as you stifle a scream. He did not - "Let me be useful and change it up for you.” He ends with a cruel smirk.
This is not going to be easy.
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After a short-handed discussion, both of you decide to work in the student center. The next day, grudging and rather worn out from your last class, you force yourself to go. As you rise from your chair, a voice calls you out.
“You look like you’re gonna have some fun.” Kibum snickers and Jonghyun stifles a laugh on his own as well. You pout at your classmates.
“And you know exactly why.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes.
“I paired up with him last semester and got a perfect score, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Jonghyun shrugs, gaining glares from both you and Kibum.
“Easy for you to say, he’s like a puppy around you.” Kibum scoffs, his platinum-dyed hair covering his eye, which must be rolling with annoyance. He then turns to you, “I’d like to say I feel you, but Minho really is worse with you.”
“Like, in comparison, he actually tolerates you all this time.” The shorter man adds to Kibum, perplexed.
“Right?!” He shouts, all dramatic and making you groan. “Seriously though, it’s a dick move from professor Lee.”
“To be frank, I can’t see myself finishing this assignment in one piece.”
“You should tell Minho to drop the class.” Kibum says mischievously, only to get pinched by the male with short brown hair, who’s impatiently shushing him. “Ouch, I’m just saying.”
Clutching your bag strap, you think about it for a second before waving the idea off. “Not happening. Professor Lee will still kill me.”
Your two male friends give off different reactions, Kibum is still finding ways to alleviate your pain (or to add more trouble), but instead, Jonghyun moves closer to put his arms around you.
“Listen, (Y/n), he’s not that bad. You’ll see.”
Chuckling at the positivity, you pat his arms in response. “Not sure about it, but okay.”
After arriving at the end of the hall, you go on separate ways with the boys. While they can go grab some dinner, you drag yourself to the meeting spot. The student center is quite empty, and to be expected because the facility is not too popular in the evenings. You find a table to sit at, and wait for your project partner.
You already have your laptop set up when Minho appears. Unlike you, he seems rather refreshed. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie and trousers for his long legs. In his hand is a large plastic bag which he dumps unceremoniously onto the table.
"What's this?"
"No 'hi' or something?" The male starts, rolling his eyes, with a hand on his hip. "Some snacks, in case we need it."
Oh. Resisting an urge to rummage through the colorful packages inside the plastic bag, you throw a doubtful look his way instead.
"Um, thanks."
As if not sensing your hostility, he shrugs in resignation, mumbling "sure" before sitting down and grabbing his own laptop from his bag.
Without much preamble, you both start working. Minho manages to focus on his screen, and the momentum breaks only when he calls your name to confirm a thing or two. At some point, he grabs a bag of chips for him to munch on, not forgetting to nudge the plastic bag in your direction. “Have you taken any?”
“Oh. Right.” You mumble, picking some chocolate stick that catches Minho’s attention for a split second.
Once in a while, your gaze drifts over to him, almost anticipating a weird movement or him slacking off. However, the only strange action you find is Minho blowing air towards the dark strands of hair covering his eyes.
In all actuality, you expect the atmosphere to be more sour and less productive. Yes, there's a strange vibe in the air, but it's more similar to awkwardness to cause discomfort.
Until suddenly, an insistent cursor on your shared google docs starts typing words that don't match your work. What the hell, anonymous tiger?
Growing exasperated, your fingers clack on the keyboard, furiously erasing the latest paragraph.
"What the fuck - I just wrote that!" The familiar voice shouts, and there's a split second when you think you should just kick him out, then do the presentation alone in class. That wouldn't be so bad.
"It's all wrong. And where are these photos coming from? Don't just put the bullet points there, they're meant to be the conclusion."
Minho takes a deep breath, shoulders visibly rising until he channels out his frustration with a noise that almost sounds like a growl. That sort of thing unfazed you, but you're still glad the student center is mostly empty.
"Listen, we can make a better statement than that." His eyes are like flames, and you can’t help but stare back and, as he wants, listen.
He pulls a chair, nodding to you in a silent gesture. Initially, you hesitate but you go over to him anyway. Minho clicks on the laptop and a new window pops up, showing a detailed page from a book.
"From this theory, I found a connection that can help us." With that, the temperamental male turns into a whole different person. He briefly explains the information he’s gotten from the book, all the while giving you the room to take it in. Then, with unmistakable excitement, he begins his train of thoughts he wants to implement into the assignment. With every sentence he says, your anger subsides, turning into something akin to awe. Not that you will admit it.
One thing for sure; for the first time, you think this project might work.
As he finishes, you blink rapidly. Minho leans back with his elbow on the desk, relaxed and undeniably proud of himself. You send a glare his way.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
His face scrunches, as if that was not the words he expected after the successful presentation.
"First, I wasn't done with the research." He says, eyebrows furrowing, then he points a finger at you. "Second, you muted me every time I said a goddamn word."
Oh, here we go again. Your two hands shot in the air, feigning a defense in front of the frowning man.
"Not my fault I don't want to hear your complaints."
There's a flash of something wild on Minho's face which you identify as his troublemaking expression. But as he leans closer, you realize it too late.
"This is why you should listen, (Y/n)."
In a snap, there's a pulling on your ear. Minho pinches your ear and pulls like you were a 5 year old with tantrums. The low level of pain causes you to winch, but it's the electricity from his touch that makes you jump back.
"Ow! What the hell!" You sputter and he snickers like this is elementary school, going with the theme in your head.
Satisfied, Minho releases you. But his hand lingers and it brushes the side of your neck, prompting you to hold a shiver from the ticklish sensation. It would be a drag to deal with more of his antics, so you get up from the chair to glare at him pointedly.
"You're a freak."
He challenges, fire in his eyes, "Care to say that again?"
Because you're not a university student who's not petty, you smirk and take the bait.
"You're a freak - hey!" His large hand pulls at your sleeve, halting your step. The sudden momentum startles you and you lose your footing. Ultimately, your body stumbles and falls with a yelp, and your bum hits the chair.
Grumbling, you shake off the shock before you attempt to get up once again. Then, a groan comes from beside you, too close, freezing you on the spot. A hand holds the side of your waist, and your suspicion is confirmed. Of course you did not land on the chair, you end up sitting on Minho's thighs, your back pressing against his.
"Getting comfortable?" Minho asks, his deep voice brushing your ears, and much to your dismay, you can imagine the leer that accompanies his voice. In panic and confusion, you attempt to leave his lap in a rush, only to be stopped.
"Can you get that hand off of me?" You ask, turning on him.
"I don't know, can I?"
His dark eyes clash with your glaring ones, gleaming with mischief and something else you can't quite decipher. All you can feel is his hand tightening its grip on your side, and the warm air of his breath, clouding your mind.
But this is Choi Minho, and you do not like Choi Minho, whatever the situation is. With a renewed willpower you push yourself off of him and be on your feet.
"We're wasting time." You declare. "Send me all your notes, we need to get going."
Minho only smiles sweetly, a one eighty degree difference from the man before, which only leaves you more frustrated. As he dives back into his work, you hide behind your laptop, calming your racing heart and ignoring the surge of familiarity you feel.
+++
The crowd was growing in number and in anger, too. The boys from the EXO house became more agitated with every word Minho said, filled with provocation and mockery. Jonghyun and Jinki were nowhere to be found, probably looking for chances to steal the mic. Taemin and Kibum were definitely loitering around the drinks bar.
You had no choice.
“Whoa, is that Jongin puking?!”
As expected, your shrill voice was enough to distract them before you literally dragged Minho by his jean jacket.
“Let me go,” he grunted, but his alcohol-induced state prevented him from doing it himself. Your smaller stature managed to pull him towards an empty room, which later you figured out to be the storage.
He tried to wrestle out of your grip, muttering curse words at no one in particular and you finally had enough. With both your hands, you slapped his cheeks, which were damp with sweat.
“You wouldn’t be able to win that fight.” You said sternly.
Minho froze, and while he was in that state, you quickly went out to get a glass of water. When you returned, he’s already blinking his eyes a few times, a sign of his returning sobriety.
And a sign you should leave the premises soon.
You handed him the glass, urging him to drink as you murmured, “I should go. This party sucks and, godammit, I just wanna go home. Drink this and… I don’t know, stay safe, I guess.”
The taller man drank slowly, but his eyes kept gazing at yours. When he finished, there was a soft look in his visage, and he suddenly smiled. Sleepy and tired, but sweet nonetheless.
Flustered, you left the glass in his hands, and ran away from the storage. The day after, Minho grumbled about his headache and loopholes in his memory from that party to Kibum and Jinki, and you sighed in relief.
+++
Sorry for the late reply! Was watching the campus baseball team
I added a few slides right before the first conclusion
Tell me what you think 🤔
These are okay.
But don't add more on that. We're almost reaching 40 slides.
Who said I'm gonna add more? 🙄
Idk, you seemed ready to add 10 more just to spite me.
Oh.
Why didnt I think of that
Are you free tonight?
Lets review the whole thing
Duh, tomorrow's the presentation
Do you think I'm that stupid lol
Unlike you I care about my grades
Yeah?
And you think I don't?
You don't seem to care if you get me into trouble
Right. Whatever.
Unlike you I'm not petty
Idc who I work with I can get my job done
I didn't mean it like that.
I'll join you at 11 pm
+++
There's a discomfort that can't be spoken.
You scroll through the slides, apprehensive not of the contents, but of the author, the one that finally snapped at you. Perhaps you deserved it. On the other hand, Minho should stop basing his mood on sports game results, it's stupid as hell.
Five minutes to eleven, the preparation is done. You could just text Minho there's nothing left to do, and both of you could catch some needed rest.
Suddenly, a loud beep rings in your ear. And you don't think twice before admitting Minho into your Zoom meeting.
"Hey, sorry for the wait." He speaks, voice crackling from the signal before it becomes more stable. "I just took a bath."
"At this hour?" You ask, disbelieving his decision, but trying not to stare for too long.
"Yeah. I just got back from a soccer game. Jonghyun's invitation." He shrugs, letting the towel drape against his broad shoulders, which may or may not be distracting.
Faster than a cat on a mouse, you force yourself to stop staring at him, and when you see Minho, there's an inquisitive expression on his gaze. He dismisses it quickly, relieving you.
"How's our work going?"
You clear your throat. "I'd finished checking them, maybe you want to see it first before we decide on the parts distribution."
"Sure."
And everything is awkward again.
Granted, it's not the most amicable atmosphere. Minho mumbles to himself, reading each point with focused eyes and not even minding your existence. After what seems like forever, he mentions a few slides that need to be double-checked, which extends your work time.
As the night heightens and the cold intensifies, you wish you were brave enough to break the ice.
Then, a loud yawn echoes in your ear.
"Can we continue this later?" Minho asks through more yawns. "It's like, almost 1 AM right now."
The time reminder doesn't quite surprise you. "Do you have morning classes?"
Minho checks his phone. "No."
"Then we're still doing this."
Your work partner groans, prompting you to hide a tiny smile at his antics. But suddenly, Minho raises his voice, startling you.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He snaps.
Something clenches in your stomach, and you force yourself to look into Minho's face on the screen. His eyebrows are furrowed, demanding answers which you are not sure you could provide.
"I don't."
"Then," he stops to hide a yawn. "Why?"
"I don't know." You pause. "But I don't hate you. Not at all."
His eyebrows shoot up, then he sighs.
“You’re just confused.”
“Yeah.” You pause. “I think I am… Like, really confused.”
Minho smiles in response, almost in relief. His eyes crinkle softly into crescents, like a drowsy pair of moons, and something within you softens at the sight. He should smile more often.
You quietly let out a relieved sigh on your own.
"Good. I'm taking a nap," he declares all of a sudden, standing up from his chair and ignoring your belated complaints. The camera view changes into something similar to a found footage movie, all shaky and blurry. Once it stabilizes, a sight of Minho clears up, showing him leaning back against a mountain of cushions and pillows on his bed. Then he sighs contently, the sound a little too soft in your ears.
But, he seems more comfortable on the soft bed. Unfair.
"Choi Minho, get back to the google docs or I'll - "
"You'll what? Mute my microphone?" A sleepy laugh. "I'm taking a nap. You and your ugly pajamas can suck it."
What the fuck.
"Excuse me? This is loungewear."
"Let me see." He laughs and you waste no time before adjusting your webcam to pan from your short sleeved top to the pants, all having the same pattern. They're cute, but from the way he frowns Minho doesn't seem too adoring of them.
"They're pajamas."
"It's loungewear, you caveman." You pout.
His full lips curl in a sneer, then he speaks with a voice surprisingly lower than before.
"Well I do prefer sleeping with no clothes."
Your mouth shuts. After a moment too long of trying not to imagine your classmate in his choice sleepwear, you grunt, exasperated.
"Whatever gets you off." You sigh, but internally cursing at your choice of words. Minho grins.
"You mean whatever gets you off."
"Shut up."
"Then mute me."
You let out a sarcastic laugh. "Mute yourself."
You stare at the pixelated image of Minho on the screen and he mirrors your actions, with a gaze more intense and drowning. It's as if he's not going to let this go easily. You are expecting more snides, but instead, with relaxed stretches and sighs, he leans back against the mountain of pillows.
"Okay." He shrugs. "Wake me up in 10 minutes."
The effort to speak fails as your throat tightens and you wish to go out, visit his dorm and strangle him in person. But Minho's already closing his eyes, tiredness taking over the man fast. And finally, you can relax.
If you're in a better state, you would have raked your mind to see how the fuck you let Choi Minho affect your this much.
At some point, you check Minho's camera, and sneak a time to take in his features. You won’t deny his handsome face and glorious physique. A small face, doe eyes, plush lips, broad shoulders, long legs that’s just unfair - okay yeah he’s hot. But it never occurs to you he'd look this calm even while sleeping. Gone are the angry lines on his eyebrows, and the tense clench of his jaw, all that’s left is a serene face that you don’t mind talking about for hours - okay yeah he’s still hot even when he’s sleeping.
If only he weren't such an asshole when he's awake.
Returning to your work, you never notice the rustling noises from Minho's mic. So when you see the Zoom window, you let out a yelp, surprised at Minho's face on your screen, peering with inquisition.
He laughs, and oh, his voice is huskier now after a short amount of sleep. "Surprised?"
"Uh, has it been 10 minutes already?"
"Not yet, but I can't sleep. Not with you staring all the time."
"Says the man who’s been staring at me for god knows how long." You respond, because the best thing liars can do is turn the table on others.
And Minho doesn't even deny it.
"Oh, yeah, about that."
"What?"
"Nothing." The quick response combined with his avoidance doesn't convince you in the slightest, and one wary look from Minho says he's well aware of it. After a few awkward seconds, he relents.
"That top, it's kind of…" he trails off, fingers touching his own t-shirt hem to emphasize a point. You look down, and - oh. The top button had slipped off, hence the generous view of cleavage that caught Minho's attention.
But you're in no mood to be embarrassed.
"That's the way you style it." You spit the lie with oozing confidence on a high level of bullshit. "You got any complaints?"
Minho's eyebrows furrow, obviously not buying it, but more amused. He’s holding back a mischievous looking smile, and despite not liking it, you have to suppress a bubbling excitement. Excitement of what, you have absolutely no idea. Or rather, you refuse to acknowledge you have fun teasing Choi Minho.
"No, not at all. And (Y/n)?"
You only move your eyes, not enjoying the apprehension because what now? As he finds your gaze, he smirks.
"That loungewear does look good on you."
You’re out of words to respond. As you ignore the jolt in your stomach, you let him be smug, satisfied, and winning. You don’t care.
However, minutes later, a small part of you relents and basks in the compliment in private, sharing little smiles to yourself.
Unbeknownst to you, Minho doesn't have his eyes on the presentation anymore.
+++
As late night approaches, your productivity wanes.
Minho is back on the pillows, playing on his phone while you both take a break. Swayed by the night air and your sore back, you're now sitting on the bed too, but still facing the desk which is right by the mattress. After the pajama accident, you decided to wrap yourself in blankets, and when Minho saw your cocooned form he laughed, voice like crackling fire. Truth to be told, your blankets turn cold in comparison to the warmth he exuded.
The train of thoughts grinds to a halt when Minho chimes.
"Done for tonight?"
The honest and spontaneous answer would be a yes, it's done and we can now sleep and rest. But the hazy night lulls you further into a state of daze, making you wonder of the unthinkable.
"I still want to look something up. You can leave though, it's fine." Hook, line -
"Let me hang out with you for a bit."
Sinker.
What are you doing?
Silence stretches, and you're positive Minho is doing that stare again, the one that is construed as smoldering.
"Not too feisty late at night, are you?"
Minho has left his pillows, now sitting upright and staring directly at the camera - at you. There you decide confidence looks fucking good on Choi Minho.
"You know what they say, nothing good happens after 2 AM." You avert your gaze from his burning ones, and it's bold of you to assume you could escape.
"Oh? Any cautionary tales?"
"Not exactly." You hum, "Maybe unfiltered conversations?"
"That can be fun, though. It's like you're drunk, but with no alcohol." He rambles. You take notice of the sway in his sentence and open the Zoom window to check your partner. Despite the dim light, you can see the way his eyes droop with sleepiness, along with his messy mop of dark hair, and it's rather adorable.
"I think someone's guilty of that."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, there's no booze here." He offers a crooked grin and the expression turns into a thoughtful one. "Do you drink?"
"What's it to you?"
He shrugs. "Just curious."
"Sometimes." You finally say.
There's a moment of silence before Minho rustles in his bed, sitting with crossed legs and scooting closer to the camera. When he speaks again, the volume is louder, startling you.
"Do you remember Kibum's party? The one on the weekend after Valentine's Day?"
"Oh God, that one was a bit too much."
"Agreed." He chuckles, low and nostalgic. He scratches the back of his head. "Thanks for helping me out back then."
You're barely able to hide the surprise on your face, and Minho answers the unsaid question for you.
"I remember. I was drunk, but I remember you dragging me off." From the tone of his voice, he sounds sheepish, but so are you, because the revelation throws you off guard.
"No worries. Just… Don't do that too often."
He laughs. "You hate parties, don't you? I remember you were so grumpy before you left."
Hiding your face in your hands, you groan. "They can be too much."
"You don't sound like you always have a good time."
"Sorry if my dull life offends you."
"It's not dull, per se.” He waves his hands around as a gesture. “But it's why you're such a bummer."
"Again, sorry if you're not having a blast with me."
"Forgiven." A pause. "But, you know." A longer pause, and the silence starts to test your patience. "You can just ask me. I provide spectacular good times."
Respectfully, you give him a side eye.
"Right now I can give you a whole different testimony."
"To be fair, we're doing homework. But… I can do better." He leans in closer, pupils dilating with an emotion you are afraid to iterate, furthering your confusion.
"What are you on about?" You minimize the Zoom window, an effort to return to your task at hand. From Minho's side, there's nothing but the sound of breathing, but when he speaks, his voice deepens.
"I can do better than this. I can make you feel good."
You freeze, throat tightening as you're lost for words. There's no way to stop your mind from wandering uncontrollably. Afraid to see him, you avoid checking his face on the screen.
After a few seconds of silence, he speaks up again, voice husky and more true to what he said.
"Like I said, all you have to do is ask."
Afraid to cross whatever line he's teetering on, you take one for the team, inhale, and take a step back.
"Then, can you shut up and let me do my work?"
Minho lets out a condescending laugh in response, like he's asking 'are you for real?' "Fine then. Let me know when that cursor starts moving."
Warmth rushes to your cheeks. It's tempting to blame the alluring night, but you know better than that.
And you should know better than to assume Minho would let this slide.
The awkwardness hangs in the air, blanketing the both of you with tension. You suppose this could push him away, making him sign off and do his thing - which, you don't want to imagine. But no. Instead, Minho is now lounging on his bed. And now you know, the more comfortable Choi Minho is, the more forward he becomes.
"Why won't you let yourself loose?" He asks all of a sudden, five minutes of silence brings him to the edge of his new found glory. Minho scratches his dark hair like he’s frustrated.
You snap your head towards him in disbelief. But before you say anything, he continues with a slightly raised tone.
"Like, come on, (Y/n). We're in university. You can have some fun."
"Doesn't seem worth my time."
"I can be worth your time, if you let me."
"This again?" You sigh. "What do you want from me, Minho?"
Another silence, and this time, you regret the question. From the corner of your eyes, Minho is getting up from his position on the bed to lean in, face uncharacteristically serious.
“I know you know exactly what I want.” He begins. “And I see the way you look at me.”
There's no teasing, just a plain observation. Those words alone kick your heartbeat into a stuttering mess. Despite the urge to confirm, there's still hesitation. You don't want to give in. Not to him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You internally curse when your words come out too breathy, and Minho definitely notices, judging by the crooked smile adoring his lips.
"Aren't you tired of teasing yourself like this?" He asks, languid and all knowing. "Why are we still here? Our work is done. You stopped typing ten minutes ago."
"Okay, that's it. We're done for today." You cut him off, closing your docs to prove a point. But it doesn't deter him in the slightest.
"No, we're not." He says with a finality, sleep gone from his voice.
Because without the presentation and all other student responsibilities, you're just two young adults who forget nothing good will come out this late at night.
And, despite the virtual presence, he still manages to corner you, and string you along into his game.
Perhaps, you let him do so.
"You don't know how tempting you look right now." He whispers, making shivers run down your spine. Checking your camera view, you find out your blankets had fallen off, now sitting on your lap while your skewed pajamas look rumpled and, once again, revealing too much of your skin. With your messy hair and dazed eyes, you can understand why Minho would say that. You look fucked out. And there's no action - not yet.
So you try again, "Minho - "
"I like that look on your face."
You scoff, then try again. "Like I want to strangle you?"
"No. Like you want me to strangle you."
And that's when you know you can't try your way out of this situation. A jolt of arousal unwittingly shocks your body and Minho sees enough of your expression before flashing you a knowing smile. "What's on your mind?"
"...Nothing." You answer a beat too fast.
"You're thinking about me, aren't you?"
"That's - that's enough. Aren't you tired?"
"Not really. Why don't you tire me out?"
"If doing a presentation with me didn't do shit, I don't know what will."
"You just won't back down will you?" Minho's form on the screen shuffles, adjusting his position to lean back against the headboard. "Can't say I don't like it though." Then, a low sigh startles you, and your eyes grow wide.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Helping you out."
Unfortunately, he's not. He's laid on the bed, leaning back with his legs stretched out, a hand lazily stroking his own thighs. And it's a sight you can watch forever.
"How does touching yourself help me out, Choi?"
"You're too tense," he says in between grunts, earning more reaction from your traitorous body. "Be thankful I'm showing you how to relax."
"You're a goddamn pervert."
"And you like it."
"Fuck, why would I - do you actually think your naughty little words will work on me? Try again."
There's blazing confidence in his eyes, as if he's holding all the cards and you're left in the dark.
"Challenge accepted, beautiful.”
He continues to tease himself as he stares at your form in the camera, hands getting closer to his crotch.
"You can tell me to stop."
Before you can say anything, he reaches low and begins to palm himself through the sweatpants. Even on camera, you can see the sizable tent. You unconsciously lick your lips, earning a mocking laugh from his end.
"You're drooling."
You throw a glare at him. "Fuck you."
"We can get to that later. But right now, can I continue, (Y/n)?"
The question surprises you as it offers your ticket to the way out, despite the expectation visible in Minho’s pleading eyes. You take a deep breath, sealing the deal.
"...You said you accepted the challenge."
And that's all Minho needs to exhale harshly, sounding more like a moan.
"I did, but can't you just - ah - do something?" The husky voice alone sends a wave of arousal to your core, and you instinctively snap your thighs together. A cloud of lust starts to muddle your brain, and you can't think straight anymore.
Of course Minho notices immediately.
"I saw it."
"You see nothing."
"You're a fucking menace." He grunts, and it sounds way more sexy than angry, like really sexy. With a hand still touching and exploring, he continues to sigh.
"A menace that makes you jerk off while zooming with me?" You can't help but tease, in which he moans in response instead of answering.
"Listen, we're both tired and I need this. So, fuck it."
In one swift movement, his hand dives into his briefs and grabs his cock by the hilt, at least from what you guess through the fabric. His mouth falls open in pleasure.
"Godammit, Minho, you shouldn't - "
"Shhh… Let me have this." His hand speeds up and he closes his eyes, face scrunching in pleasure as he lets out sensuous noises that tempt you more until a whimper escapes your lips. You hear him chuckle.
"Care to join me? I bet you're already wet."
You force a laugh. “I don’t think so.”
"Then prove it."
“Do it yourself then.”
"Oh baby, if I were there, I would do more than that." You're frozen on the spot, anticipating his words. As he hears no complaint from you, he continues. "I could pull you down on my lap, just like that night in the library - "
"It was an accident." You protest, voice small and unsurprisingly ignored.
"- put my arm around your waist, and then I'd slip a hand underneath those pajama pants - loungewear." He laughs while correcting the words and you can’t help but join him incredulously.
At this point, you can only hear Minho's heavy breathing, or perhaps they were your own. You have no idea anymore, your brain muddled with desire and anticipation. His brown eyes slide to the camera, right at you.
"I wonder how wet you are beneath all that?"
For some reason, you still try. "Dry?”
"Wrong. You'd be soaking wet, and I just know you'd instantly jump as soon as I touched your panties." He explains nonchalantly, but then the haughty tone is replaced by something mocking and exaggerated. "But I guess I am the one who’s wrong."
"What?"
He ceases any movement on his part, and you find yourself disappointed. "If you're really not into this," he begins, voice breathy but there's impatience there that comes from the built up frustration. "Tell me to stop."
Everything halts in your brain. The erotic display gets to you too much until you can't even say a word. Instead, you zoom in on his arms, and how the muscles rippled when he stroke himself. The way his neck tenses, pronouncing his collarbones more. You even wonder if you would be able to see droplets of sweat on his temples if he was in front of you. As Minho grows more impatient, his eyebrows furrow.
He's absolutely gorgeous.
"Tell. Me. To. Stop.”
You swallow, helplessly and undeniably holding yourself back.
“What do you want, (Y/n)?” He focuses on you, chest heaving with each pant. Only now you see how desperate he is.
"Minho…" You let out, brain short-circuiting with lust.
“Yeah, baby? Tell me. You want the same thing as I do?” Whatever he sees on the screen makes him start moving again. His hand finds his shaft again, and he moans loudly. "You want to feel good? I can make you feel good, I can help you out.”
With every word, you wish you can say yes, yes, and yes. Instead, with a sharp intake, you finally say meekly, “Tell me what to do.”
You hear Minho murmur some curses before turning to you.
“Get that blanket away. I want to see you.”
Nervously, you reposition yourself, taking the blanket aside and you hold the urge to sigh as the scratchy fabric grazes your hot skin. You're already oversensitive and you haven't even started yet. Minho is staring at you through the camera, shameless with his want and impatience.
“Touch yourself, baby. Start with your tits.”
With shaky fingers, you start by caressing your chest. Online video meetings are peculiar because there's always a delay before the other party reacts to what you do. In that short window of time, doubt arises. You wonder and think how this happens. But then, Minho lets out a guttural moan, the sound akin to someone who's about to reach his climax.
And the surge of confidence crashes to you like a wave.
"I'm just touching my tits and you're gonna cum already?" You ask with a smug smile.
Minho pays no mind to your comment, instead he scoots closer to the laptop. "Shit, you're actually doing this. Now we're talking."
"Just this one time." You hurriedly find your hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your clothes, wincing with pleasure. "I need this too."
"Yeah? Show me how much you need this. Take off that shirt.”
God, now that you're not lying to yourself and to Minho there's a relentless urge to seek more pleasure. And the thought of Minho seeing you masturbate lights a fire in your stomach.
So you unbutton your top, slow and deliberate to tease the man on the other end of the application. Because that's what he deserves. You hear an exasperated "Hurry up," before a smirk graces your lips for a change. As you shrug off the shirt, you already know his eyes are glued to the sight of your skin.
"God, that body…" He trails off. "You're so fucking hot."
"Likewise." You sigh as your hand slips under the waistband of your pants. "Dammit, I can't believe this."
He chuckles, delirious but still tantalizingly sexy.
"You know what to do. Go and touch that pussy for me."
His assertiveness flicks a switch inside you. Letting out a shuddering sigh, you move backwards further, making sure everything you do will be captured with your web camera. Then, you pull open your legs at a traitorous slow movement, pulling more curses from Minho.
"Touch it." He orders.
You obey him and tug your panties aside to touch your core directly. The contact makes you moan, and Minho knows he's getting what he wants. And so are you.
"See, that wasn't so hard."
"S-shut up."
"You're drenched, I just know it."
He's right, and your head spins with relentless want. Imagining that voice speaking directly to your ear, soft lips grazing your skin as his hand travels south, leaving fire in its trail.
Like your hand is his, you continue rubbing your body, even spreading your legs more, as if he's right there as your audience. You pull your pants down, letting it pool on one of your ankles, before raising one leg slightly to find the angle that gives you the most pleasure.
As you hear wet sounds in your ear, you return your gaze to the screen to enjoy the sight. Minho had his pants removed properly as well, and he has one hand gripping his stiff cock, which has a sheen from what you assume is his own precum. God, the whole visual on your screen is such a sin.
"Shit." You can't help but say, and Minho only laughs in response.
"You're allowed to imagine me fucking you, don't worry." He teases, lips curling into a sneer, and considering the situation, it looks devilish and way too seductive.
With a shaky breath, you scoff.
"Is that what you're thinking? What, fucking me from behind?"
"Not from behind, baby. I want to see your face as my cock pushes in you for the first time."
You hiss as you slide your fingers in your pussy, scrunching your face with ecstasy, and fuck, Minho's into it, because he even stops to take a proper look at you and the way you pleasure yourself.
"Enjoying the view, Choi?" You challenge, and he gulps.
"I wish I could be there, watching you fuck yourself with your fingers."
"Are you sure - ah - you can just stay there and watch?" Your fingers already feel so good dragging against your walls and you want to know how it feels to have his thick cock inside you.
He smirks.
"I can be patient, baby. I can watch you all day."
"Why don't you help me out?"
"Oh? What do you want me to do?"
You groan. "You know…"
"What? Use your words, (Y/n)." Minho stops only to look at you straight from his camera, eyes almost begging. And you fall for it.
"I want your fingers in me."
He hums, a silent encouragement for you to continue.
"Mmhm. Keep touching yourself, baby girl. What else do you want?"
You groan at the nickname, feeling more wetness now inside you. In a daze, you manage out in between gasps.
"I need you to fuck me."
"What was that?"
"Minho, fuck me, please." You say as you add another finger, pushing inside your drenched pussy, making you moan your words.
"Oh baby, you're so cute begging me like that. I'm gonna fuck you hard, you hear me? You will be shaking and crying when I'm done with you."
You're whimpering, hands still furiously sliding in and out of your wet folds as you watch Minho throw his head back in immense pleasure. He's loud - groans and moans fill your ear, and the sounds coming from him are so lewd, and wet.
He's going to be the death of you.
There's a moment when you soak in each other's voices, each moan and squelch increasing your pleasure instead. Minho, dark eyes so clouded with lust it's clear even through the screen, demands another question to you.
"What do you want, (Y/n)? Tell me what you want to do to me."
Oh, you don't even know where to start. Flooded with many scenarios, you answer him with the first thing that comes to mind.
"I want to ride your face." You admit sheepishly, only to earn a low chuckle from the other side.
"Shit, that's hot. I wish you were here. I - " another low grunt. "I would have you sitting on my face, my tongue lapping your cunt as you scream out my name. I bet you taste like honey. You're going to grab my headboard, my fingers stuffing your mouth because I know you're going to be loud, aren't you baby?"
As if following his command, you whine out a "yes", voice high pitched and it sounds utterly pathetic.
With two fingers pushing in and out of your cunt deliciously, your other hand joins to rub your clit, and you hiccup a moan.
"Minho, please I want your cock inside me," you cry out, drowning in the euphoria of lust. All because of him, only him.
"Me too, baby, me too. I want to fuck you all day long. I want to take you in our classroom. Would you like that, huh? After class ended, I could just bend you over the desk and have my way with you."
You won't even deny how much wetter you get after imagining all his words. Public sex doesn't usually excite you much, but this is Minho, and everything with Minho sounds exhilarating and turns you on like hell. Your breath becomes shakier, and everything is intense. You can't feel your hands anymore.
"I'd like that. Hell, you can take me at the student center for all I care."
Minho, ever the sadist, sneers. "I knew it. You like having an audience huh? How about the next time we visit you sit on my cock? I bet you're going to have a hard time shutting up."
A gasp. "Like you're any better, you're freaking loud."
"Don't blame me, I bet your pussy will be so tight around me." He groans, enjoying his own imagination as he continues to pump his cock. "God, this feels so good. Touch your tits for me, baby."
You do as he says, enjoying the jolt of pleasure coming from pinching your nipples. As Minho keeps encouraging you, your breath quickens, tensing up as your climax approaches fast.
"Keep going - shit I need to taste you when you cum. Are you close? I'm so close."
"Minho," you moan, words slurring. "I'm so close, too. Fuck, I need your cum inside of me."
"Shit, (Y/n) - "
"I would hold you with my legs and I wouldn't let you go until you fill me up." There’s no more filter so you keep rambling, and before you know it you hear Minho groaning loudly. You check on the screen to see him cum, ropes of white getting onto his bed sheets. Not expecting him to cum first, you let out a delirious laugh. Minho catches you, still panting from his afterglow. He looks gorgeous -
And dangerous.
"You want to be filled, don't you?" He begins, voice still stuttering, but low and immediately freezing you in place. "You want my cum so bad you actually beg for it."
Your breaths pick up in pace.
"I don't think you're done yet. Get that hand working."
You grumble a word or two before resuming to touch your body, hands shaking with heightened pleasure. You hold back a hiss as you touch your stiff nipples, and continue to push in two fingers in your pussy.
"Faster, (Y/n). Rub that clit for me."
Biting your lip, you do as he says and feel the approaching climax. As you gaze at the screen, Minho has a hand propping his head as he looks at you with a challenging expression, like he's waiting for you to fall.
"What else do you want, baby? You want more of my cum? Want me to fill you up until you get knocked up?"
"Ah!" You slip, hands pinching your swollen nub too hard, but that's all Minho needs. With half lidded eyes, he peers at you, like he’s proud of the new discovery.
"Oh, look at you. You're enjoying this."
"N-no, I'm not," you breathe out, sounding too much like a moan.
"Yes you are."
The humiliation burns but not in the right place, it ignites a new flame inside your belly, and you can feel yourself clenching on your own fingers.
"I'm - I'm so close."
“Yeah? You wanna cum? You wanna squeeze my cock with that tight pussy, and make me fill you up?” He presses and presses, voice low as a whisper but all the words shoot straight to you like an arrow. Your breath grows more shallow, and you’re starting to see white behind your eyes.
“Yes, please. Please Minho, please - “
"Go on, cum for me, (Y/n)."
Like a tight string that is cut, you snap and release with heightened senses, all pleasure that washes over you.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He murmurs with eyes looking at your panting self.
Your chest heaves with short breaths, and you let it slow down as you lean back into the pillows in your bed. You take a peek at your wet and shiny fingers in disbelief, giggling at the sight.
At the sound of your laugh, Minho joins in. "Damn, that was fun." Minho grins, the adrenaline seeping through the way he smiles. He leans in closer to the camera, eyes going all over. “I think we need to clean up, huh?”
You hum nonchalantly, but you notice your breath is not getting any slower. The thought hits you hard. You just masturbated with - in front of -
“Thank god I have no morning class, I need some good sleep after that.” He yawns, but then he gives another soft smile. “I wish you were here though, a cuddle would be perfect.”
The vision of both of you cuddling on your bed soothes your mind for a bit. You just know he’d be a great cuddler, and for some reason, it sounds nice. Lovely, even.
“Hey, after class you wanna grab dinner?”
After class. You will be meeting Minho, the person you just masturbated with, only in a few hours. Then you will present your work together.
Like a freight train, the embarrassment slams you in the face. You can't even say a thing, mouth only gaping open soundlessly, but you notice your heartbeat kicking abnormally in your ribcage, the sound starting to invade your senses.
"(Y/n), you okay?" Minho’s voice cuts through the racing thoughts in your mind. Gosh, he really does have tender eyes. He looks so worried, and genuine.
But your panic wins.
“I - I need to - I need to go - “
“Hey, tell me what’s - “
You never hear him finishing his sentence, because you already leave the meeting without saying another word.
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Despite knowing how much this presentation is worth for your grades, you want nothing more than to bury yourself in the nearest soil. And obviously, it’s not because you lack sleep. Because surprisingly, after that incident, you manage to sleep.
Probably because orgasms can make you that tired.
"Oh my, look at her, she's still alive!"
Barely, you think as Kibum walks to your seat, a sleepy Jonghyun in his trail, looking like he just woke up from a nap. Afternoon classes can either grant you extra nap time, or give you the most unfocused study time in the whole day.
In your case, without your morning classes, you can catch up with your needed sleep.
"Hey there, Kibum, Jjongie."
"You shouldn't be here. One of you must've dropped the class." The male with platinum hair gasps. "Minho dropped this class, didn't he?"
"What? No one's dropping the class." You groan, to which Jonghyun shouts in victory, startling you but not Kibum.
"You owe me 10 bucks."
"Whatever," Kibum rolls his eyes. "We still have one more run."
"Yeah but that's - "
You glare at them both. "You made bets?"
"Taemin put 30 on you dropping the class."
"Me? Dropping classes?” You almost shout, which makes Jonghyun cringe in understanding.
"Yeah he's not the brightest."
"See? It's more probable to have Minho leave." Kibum insists.
"Listen, Minho and I - "
"Me and (Y/n) are what?"
You freeze, recognizing the voice that lulls you to the peak of pleasure only a few hours prior. The blurry images of last night resurfaces in your mind, just like on the screen. You keep staring at the other way, not knowing how you will keep your expressions in check as soon as you see Minho.
"She’s not lying, you're still alive!"
Minho raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Of course I am, what would she do to me, kill me?”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Jonghyun chimes in, getting a laugh from Minho. The latter suddenly takes a seat beside you, and though you still hesitate to face him, you can smell his cologne that almost immediately makes your brain short-circuit.
“So you both actually managed to finish the assignment?” Kibum asks, his head turning from you to Minho. You have no choice but to turn to your partner, and he’s already smirking at you.
“We did. Not without sacrifices, though.” The taller male answers, looking at you with unmistakable fire in his eyes. You hold the urge to glare at him but only nod and force a smile in agreement.
“Huh.” Jonghyun murmurs, almost like an encouragement for both of you to elaborate more. But Kibum already cuts him off.
“Man, professor Lee will have a field day - “
"I probably will.” The said professor chimes in, making Kibum shout and the class laugh. “That's enough, Kim Kibum. Now let's start the class. Today's the presentation day, yeah? Let's begin with Sungjae's group."
Minho stays sitting down on your left side, leaving Kibum and Jonghyun bickering over some badly designed presentation slides from the others. As your eyes meet Minho's dark ones, the noise around you fades away, and you're left with a tight feeling in your stomach.
"Are you ready?" He asks and you jolt in surprise at how calming his eyes are to you. So you just grin, letting yourself relax. Because despite everything, you know you’ll get the presentation part right.
"Of course." Your smile grows wider as you find the need to push his buttons further. "I hope you slept well."
He smirks. "Couldn't ask for a better rest."
In the end, despite Minho keeps bumping into you, or his hand lingering on yours as you click on the next slide, or him giving you that weird stare publicly, the presentation goes surprisingly well.
Professor Lee compliments the presentation you both give, even mentioning how this might be the first time the two of you are on the same side, and it creates great results, detailed and insightful. Minho manages to look smug and say, “She just took control of the situation, that’s all we need.”
You almost choke.
As soon as the class is dismissed, you know exactly what Minho is going to do.
“Hey, (Y/n) - “
“I need to talk to you.”
Minho’s eyes widen in surprise when you say it at the same time, then the surprise look melts into a goofy grin, like he’s relieved. You mirror it unconsciously.
“Sure, wanna go somewhere?”
As you both bask in each other’s presence, you don’t notice Kibum and Jonghyun staring intensely when you leave the class side by side. Kibum nudges the brunet curiously.
"They seem different, don’t they?”
"But did you see? Minho is clearly eye-fucking her."
Kibum smirks. “I win.”
“Fuck you.” Jonghyun groans in realization, preparing his wallet.
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The walk back to Minho’s dorm room is in silence. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but you still prefer a lighter situation with the tall male by your side. He seems to understand the hesitance, or rather, he prefers to wait until you start.
So when you sit down on his couch, shoes, and bag discarded neatly, you know the ball's on your court.
As you will yourself, Minho only stares at you longingly. He can’t believe you’re here in his room, although not in his bedroom but his common room instead (he internally cheered when he opened the door and saw no roommate to be found). Yes, he has questions regarding your actions on him last night, but he has a strong guess, and he just can’t wait to have it confirmed.
You always drive him crazy, and it makes him mad that you shared such a moment last night but it doesn’t guarantee him to get to know you more. Or having you more.
“So.” Your voice interrupts his thoughts, perking him up.
“Yeah?” He immediately pushes. Patient, Choi.
“I think we did great just now.”
Minho can’t help but bark a laugh. “Seriously? We fucking did, though.” He begins proudly, earning a pretty smile from you. “Never heard him compliment students so bluntly.”
“Right?” You scoot closer to him, now your knees touching. “I guess something good comes out of this.”
He takes the chance and puts himself on your eye level. “Only that?”
Your eyes widen, shyness taking over as your reply, “Well, not only that.”
Realizing now you both are on the same page, Minho presses even further. "Mm-hm?"
The girl beside him finally sighs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Minho replies truthfully. “But what happened?”
“I just panicked, you know. Dysphoria and all.”
And with that, his worries are confirmed. He understands that more than anything because those kinds of reactions after reaching climaxes are not uncommon.
“Hey,” he begins, hand reaching out to touch your knee. “I get it, it happens.” A pause. “I had it once, too.”
From the way you stare at him, he knows you’re surprised by the information. But he’s still teetering on the edge, so maybe next time he can indulge you in the story.
For now, he has more things to confirm.
“But did you regret it?”
“No!” You answer a tad too fast. “No, I didn’t.” You finally look him in the eye. “I really loved it.”
“Did you now?” He pushes, a smirk gracing his lips, and his anticipation grows rapidly.
You nod, slightly leaning in closer to his face. “And I’m also wondering if all you said were just words.”
Minho’s breath hitches, “Fuck. Should I prove you wrong again?”
Exceeding his expectations, you grab his hand which is sitting on your kneecap, then move it higher up your inner thigh. Then, you smile mischievously, the sight making Minho dizzy because damn, you’re way prettier in person than in those Zoom calls.
“If you want me that bad, sure.”
He groans. “Oh come on, you’re the one who suggested visiting my room.”
You laugh, and the sound is way too husky to be considered playful. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, you lean in to capture his lips in a kiss, which makes Minho groan immediately.
Minho takes control of the kiss as soon as it starts, cupping your cheek in his palm, and holding your waist with his other hand, gripping them tightly and making you gasp. His tongue immediately invades your mouth, and god you taste so good -
“I’ve wanted to do this since forever.”
“Really?” You pant.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to finally have you all to myself.” He dives back in, devouring your lips and swallowing your whimpers. All his imagination from last night pales in comparison to this, to you actually being in his arms, making the sweetest sounds for his ears.
“I suggest - “ You begin with stuttering breaths after parting so suddenly, “We move to your bedroom.”
Shinee’s reaction to...you pulling him in for a kiss by his belt
Backstory: In a rush, he forgets to kiss you goodbye
Warnings: Kissing, Suggestive Scenes
Rating: 18+
Genre: Fluff | Established Relationship
a/n: we need more shinee gifs! it was so hard to find any 😠
Minho
He is so confused seeing your sock clad feet in his line of sight as he pulls his shoes on. Standing up straight, he would look at you with those wide eyes and the moment you grab his belt, his eyes get even bigger. As you tug him forward, he huffs a laugh seeing the pout on your lips. He cups your face and kisses you deeply, pulling away with a laugh ‘cause now he doesn’t want to leave.
Summary of Request: Hwarang member reacting to another hwarang flirting on their s/o.
H/B/N (hwarang boy name of choice) Gifs are not mine, credit to owners
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Moo Myung (Sun Woo):
Moo Myung would be walking with no expression on his face towards you and H/B/N. He’d seem cool on the outside, but on the inside he was ragging with jealousy.
He’d wrap an arm around your shoulder an look at H/B/N and ask him, “are you alright?”
H/B/N would nod his head in confusion. “Well you won’t be alright if you don’t start leaving about right now,” Moo Myung would say bluntly.
H/B/N would start to walk away nervously giving one last glance, then completely walking out of both of your guys’s sight. “You didn’t need to scare him,” you’d scold Moo Myung while turning facing him. He’d grunt and just start walking the opposite way H/B/N went with you in his arms.
Sam Maek:
Sam Maek would be on his way to see you, when he saw both of you and H/B/N talking, well more like H/B/N flirting and you awkwardly looking for a way out of the conversation.
He’d come up to you guys say nothing, just pick you up and toss you over his shoulder. “What are you doing?” you ask trying to make him put you down.
“Well right now enjoying this amazing view,” would be his response.
“Hey!” He’d chuckle and set you back down on the ground once you guys are in private. He wouldn’t let you say anything else because both of you guys would be to busy sharing a kiss.
Soo Ho:
Soo Ho would stare at you two for a while coming up with an idea, he’d cut into the conversation wrapping his arms behind you. “Y/N,” he’d drag out your name with the voice of a little kid.
“Yes Soo Ho?” you’d send H/B/N a sorry glance. “When are we going home, I wanna have some fun” he’d whine, but then sending you a wink.
Your cheeks would heat up, a tint of red appearing. H/B/N would cough awkwardly, Soo Ho would look up and grin, “Oh! H/B/N didn’t see you there, but anyways Y/N, ready to go?”
You tried getting mad at him, but who could stay mad at him.
Ban Ryu:
(Ignore his tear or don’t… my heart)
To say he was displeased would be an understatement, he’d want to just go up and start beating the crap out of H/B/N. But, he didn’t instead he watched and waited for it all to end.
Once H/B/N would leave, he’d walk up to you and hold you in his arms tightly. Both of you wouldn’t say anything, you’d know why he was acting this way and just let him hold you.
“I love you, don’t forget that,” you’d mumble to him kissing his cheek. He’d hum in response and a small red tint would appear on his face.
Han Sung:
Han Sung would be very pouty about it, he doesn’t like the idea of you talking to another guy that isn’t him or family. You’d be coming home to seeing him on your bed with a frown on his face.
“Han Sung what’s wrong?” you’d sit next to him on the bed, but he’d just move away from you. “Do you love me Y/N?” he’d ask staring at the wall.
“Of course I do Han Sung, why would you ask that?” “I saw you with H/B/N earlier today and I just got a bit jealous.”
You giggled and hugged him tightly, “I’d never choose H/B/N over you Han Sung, I love you so much.”
He’d smile using this as an advantage, “You love me? Prove it.”
(I’ll leave the next parts to your guys’s imagination)
Yeo Wool:
He’d smirk and laugh, “who does he think he is, Y/N will never leave me for him,” he’d think. Which is sadly true. He’d watch as you reject H/B/N and awkwardly make your way towards him.
“Hello beautiful,” he’d say while grabbing a hold of your hand and kissing it. “Yeo Wool, did you just-”
He’d cut you off short with a kiss and smile, “I know you will never leave for that fool, besides I’m way more attractive than him.”
“Yeo Wool!” “You know it’s true love.”
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If I missed anyone please please tell me or if you have a suggestion on someone else I should add.
Disclaimer: I will be using some scenes from the series, but they will not be following the plot of the actual episode unless requested so. Also, I apologize for any mistakes when using some parts of the episodes if the translation is correct.
