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warnings: swearing, cockwarming, a lil masturbation, stressed reader, use of “bunny”, “baby,”, minho being ambidextrous in a hot way. this was supposed to be dirty but it’s mushy as fuck and not even that sexy. if you let an ace write smut don’t be surprised when that happens.
inspo: minho’s bubble messages and recent academic overwhelm
notes: can this be classed as my valentine’s day fic? here it is anyway. the title is a reference to sunshine which is my go to destress song. to anyone who relates to reader’s situation, may all your stresses be lighter from today my lovies 🩵
{ wc: 2003 }
you arrived home after another long day, one of many—maybe too many—and as soon as you put your things down and got rid of your shoes you walked over to the sofa, pouting at your boyfriend.
“oh, come here,” he said, putting his laptop away and opening his arms wide.
you crashed down on the soft sofa, head rolling onto minho’s thick thighs.
“how was it?” he asked, sympathetically. you rolled out of bed early, so early even minho wasn’t awake yet, and the sun had set hours before you’ve arrived back home.
he knew how hard things have been lately.
between all your work and deadlines and commitments, minho could see the stress was getting to you. minho could always tell.
“so many things to do,” you mumbled into his lap.
“i know. here,” he said, grabbing your arms and moving you to where he wanted you to be. he manoeuvred your thighs, placing them on either side of his lap and tucked your head into his warm chest. you sighed.
“bunny,” he cooed, his hand sinking into your hair. he slowly scratched at your scalp and quickly a warmth settled into your bones. you leaned further into it, further into him, and nuzzled your head against his chest.
minho wanted to ask you what else you had to do, what he could do to help, but the way your body fell pliant against his made him think maybe now all you needed was his fingers in your hair and his arm secured safely around your waist. he was right.
the soft glide of his blunt nails against the root of your hair, and the warmth radiating from his body—all of it enough to slowly melt away your stress. it was there, you knew the deadlines were coming, but for now all you could feel was the floaty feeling from minho playing with your hair and knowing you were there, in his arms, where it was safe.
maybe you accidentally deleted a three page essay you needed to hand in the next day or maybe your boss had a go at you or maybe your phone stopped working in the middle of your presentation and your notes were gone. but all of that didn’t matter now that it was over, now that you forgotten it completely, and now that your present was filled with lee minho.
“min?” you asked softly, after however many minutes passed.
he hummed underneath you, the vibrations soft against your cheek.
“i was reading something before you got here,” he mumbled into your hair before planting a soft kiss on the locks.
“oh?” you lift your head up, eyes peering up at him. “what was it?”
“best positions to surprise your partner with this valentine’s day,” he recites the article headline. his ears change into a soft pink—it’s one of your favourite colours.
you giggle softly, straighting up to be eye levelled with him.
“and what did you find?”
“it wasn’t anything new,” he says, hand softly rubbing up and down your back, “but i was thinking of you doing them and…” he spares a small glance at his crotch.
at that you laugh loudly before tucking your head into his neck.
you breathe in softly, slowly, following the rise and fall of minho’s chest while his warm scent takes over you. you kiss his neck with a small peck.
“maybe i can help you?”
“bunny,” he rubs against your scalp, “you should be resting after a long day. another long day.”
“but min, i—“
“—did you even eat today?”
“of course! i ate the lunch you prepared yesterday and a few of us grabbed some food before the meeting. don’t worry,”
“good job,” he nods, resuming his soft scratching. you lean into it instantly. “i don’t want you straining your body too much. it needs rest.”
“i am resting,” you mumbled stubbornly. “it’s just i also want you inside me.”
the last part was quiet, defeated almost, and minho smiled against your forehead before peppering a few small kisses on your skin.
his other hand left your back and you felt him fiddling around near your thighs, before he softly told you to lean up. you silently followed his orders, looking down to find he pushed his sweats and boxers down to his knees.
you slowly sat back down on his bare thighs—but didn’t reach out to him. perhaps he was right, you were too tired to even move forward.
minho kept your head pressed into his neck, his ability to control both his hand and his dancer coordination proved exceptionally useful. he kept scratching your head, moving up and down and occasionally pressing softly into the back of your neck where most of your stress lived.
with his other hand, he stroked himself. once you realised what he was doing, you started leaving a few open mouthed kisses on his skin, kissing his pulse point and beneath his jaw.
“you need to prep too, bunny,” he said softly, voice breathy as it vibrated against your lips. “if you still want to.”
“i want,” you said quickly, tucking your hand into your pants and rubbing slowly. you were surprised to find just how wet you were, but then again, minho was right next to you stroking himself.
you needed him inside you.
you knew the prep you gave yourself probably wasn’t enough, but you needed him—you needed his warmth and his closeness and so you quickly lifted yourself up and rid yourself of your pants and underwear.
minho didn’t waste any more time, lining himself up to your entrance and guiding you down with a hand on your hip.
the pair of you sighed softly and you slowly and carefully sunk all the way down.
the stretch was more prominent than usual, but it was nice. so nice, and you let your eyes softly close at the fullness of having him inside you.
“there, baby,” he smiled at you, running his hands up and down your arms. he squeezed them softly before moving his hands to your back, rubbing up and down.
you didn’t realise how sore your whole body felt from the stress of everything the past few days had brought you, and you instantly relaxed.
“you’ve been working hard,” he said softly, nodding slightly as you lean your head back onto his chest. “you’ve done well, baby. so well.”
you melt at the praise, body weight pressed entirely into minho’s strong body as your mind slowly starts clearing up.
you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself even closer to minho as his arms both wrap around your back.
normally, you would be begging minho to start moving, to fuck you fast like he does when you’re stressed and need to forget the world around you. sometimes, he goes slow, when you need to be reminded of just how important you are to him. but now, he isn’t moving at all. and now, you think that’s exactly what you need. minho always knows.
you close your eyes, listening to the steady and reliable thumping of minho’s heart.
all other thoughts fade away. it’s nothing but minho, his smell and his warmth and his arms solid and strong around you. just minho.
———
your eyes are heavy, you must’ve fallen asleep as your brain feels empty and vague about the last few minutes. you slowly move your head to peer up at your boyfriend—a comforting smile on his face.
“did i fall asleep?” you grumble. you can still feel the fullness inside you, the pleasing pressure on your stomach so you know neither one of you has moved. you try slightly stretching out your thighs that have fallen asleep too, a soft tingling running through your feet at the numbness from the prolonged position.
you don’t move too much, but your pussy does instinctively squeeze around minho, and he lets out a delighted sigh as he leans his head back. still, he doesn’t move.
he runs his hands up and down your thighs, his smile still firmly in place as he looks up at you. he softly kneads your muscles, still working on helping you relax. your eyes lock together and the brown in front of you is swimming with adoration and a hint of pride you don’t know if you can even accept.
you feel yourself blush at the thought, know minho would scold you if you voiced it, and decide you’ll have to work harder on accepting the praise he gives you.
sometimes you think minho is the only person you’d ever let yourself be loved by.
most times you think that isn’t such a bad idea.
he licks his lips, swallowing in the way he does before he readies himself to say something important.
you tell yourself to accept his love, to let yourself be loved by him.
“you didn’t get me chocolate,” is what he says, “give me chocolate.”
you blink at him for a second, a habit you picked up from spending too much time around minho, trying to process what he’s even talking about.
it clicks a moment later.
“you never even asked me to be your valentine’s, so why should i?” you smirk at him.
he’s appalled by such an answer, eyes wide and mouth gaped enough for his bunny teeth to peek out slightly. you think you’d never love anyone as much as you love lee minho.
“you’re mine,” he says, simple. “why would i need to ask when you’re very clearly mine.”
you can’t help the way your body reacts when minho talks that way, and your pussy clenches tightly at his words.
minho doesn’t tease you, as you’d expect him to, but instead his eyes turn serious.
he runs his hands up to your hips, pushing you forward as your clit rubs against his pelvis.
“min,” your voice comes out high pitched and airy.
“i’m here,” he nods, “i’ll take care of you, okay?”
you nod.
he leans forward, kissing you firmly before bringing a hand back into your hair—softly scratching.
“my bunny,” he says, and it sounds like a promise. “and always my valentine’s. always mine.”
“always yours, min,” you echo firmly, and it sounds like acceptance.
minho brings a hand between your bodies, softly rubbing slow circles against your clit.
“and when things get stressful i’m here,” he reminds you, “and whatever it is you need.”
“m-me too, min, i’ll give you anything,” you moan softly.
“not chocolate, evidently,” he grins at you, his evil smirk out on full display.
you try and protest at his unfair accusation—you literally texted him earlier to ask if he wanted chocolate and he said no due to his personal trainer’s demands—but minho stops you with a fleeting kiss on your lips.
“i don’t need it anyway,” he decides, “you’re better than chocolate.”
at that minho grabs that back of your head and pulls your forward, kissing you urgently as his tongue softly moves against yours. he swallows down your moans as his hand moves faster against you, building and building and building.
you let the feeling take over you as you’re consumed by it, by minho and his familiar taste. the stubble on his chin and the softness of his lips and the way his soft hair feels between your fingers.
you let yourself forget everything else. the dates circled on your calendar and your unanswered emails and your appointments.
it doesn’t matter much when minho starts giggling into your mouth because you’ve knocked your teeth against his.
it doesn’t matter much when minho is all around you, inside you, kissing you. telling you, “mine, baby, mine,” as he starts lazily thrusting into you.
your thoughts, your anxieties, your responsibilities. for a moment they can all fade away—for just now. for as long as you and minho are together, connected.
for now, it doesn’t matter much. all you can think about is minho. just minho.
okay wait this isnt a drabble or anything but OMGMFM i need jisung so bad actually like i know sex with that man is the most nasty desperate sex ever i need him so horrendously bad.
his hands would be all over you, your tits, your hair, your hips, your wrists, his grip would be bruising, focusing on nothing but the feeling of your tight, warm cunt sinking on to his throbbing cock, he would let out the most delicious moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
he would get so pussy drunk :[ clinging to you so tightly as his hips snap into yours, every inch of his body aching with need, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips as you bounce on him.
as soon as your hips started to falter in the slightest, he would push you on to your back, pinning your wrists to the bedsheets beneath you and going absolutely feral, his length driving in and out of you with such intensity that you would be rendered speechless, your mouth parting with a silent scream as your nails dig into his biceps.
"fuck fuck fuck, so fucking wet 'nd tight- tight around me, fuck, god i'm gonna fucking cum, gonna fill you up so good baby, fuck."
he would babble mindlessly as he continued to piston in and out of you, so lost in pleasure that he didn't even notice you came already, five minutes ago.
i know hanji would be sososo obsessed with marking you, your skin would be littered in hickeys and bruises, his grip always harsh and unforgiving during sex. he would love seeing you in his hoodies and tshirts, the thought of you wearing something of his because you wanted to smell like him? immediate boner.
and i know he LOVES to eat pussy, this man worships your pussy like it was jesus itself, he could spend hours with his nose pressed against your clit, his hands wrapped around your thighs as his tongue swirled and sucked at your entrance, he knew how to make you cum in less than five minutes.
basically what i'm trying to say is han jisung is hot as FUCK and i would sell my soul just for a minute with this man. this is what watching jisung edits on tiktok does to a woman.
[ 5.34pm ] tw : heavy degradation, choking, chan gets a lil mean !
sex with chan in the studio is always mind numbingly good, the male always seems to have pent up stress or frustration.
you, being the lovely girlfriend you are, offer to help him out.
"fuckkk, chan- channie." you stuttered out inbetween loud whimpers, taking advantage of the studio's soundproof walls. he had you bent over the couch, his hand tangled in your soft hair as he railed you into the next month, his lower torso snapping against your ass.
"feel good, princess? like it when i use you like this?" chan asked teasingly, a soft groan spilling from his plush lips as you clenched around his length, his hips stuttering momentarily. the hand he had on your hip trailed up your front, wrapping around the fragile skin of your throat gently, a warning.
his body draped itself over your back, his toned torso pressing against the sweat covered skin of your back, his lips finding themselves to the shell of your ear.
"answer me, baby. you like it when i use you like this, yeah? when i treat you like my little breeding bitch?" he snarled against your neck, his length reaching places you didn't know existed, causing your eyes to roll back as your mouth parted ever so slightly.
"y-yes channie- yes! love it so much, please- m' gonna cum." you babbled absentmindedly, only able to focus on the feeling of chan's hand around your neck as his length drilled into your abused cunt. his hand fell from your neck and started to rub quick circles on your clit, causing your thighs to tremble as your orgasm washed over you, your vision turning white as pleasure enveloped you.
a loud grunt fell from chan as he buried himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck, his abs tightening with pleasure.
you both laid against eachother as you came down from your highs, heavy breaths filling the studio as you basked in eachother's presence, you wouldn't trade him for the world.
[ 7.25pm ] hyunjin is a man who absolutely worships you during sex. his hands trail down your body ever so lightly, treating you as if you were made of the most fragile glass. his plush lips press feather light kisses down your front, starting at the bottom of your jaw. his fingers toy with your nipples as he kisses along your soft breasts, pulling and pinching at the sensitive nubs as he watches you whine and squirm, your brows furrowed ever so cutely as you beg him to stop teasing you. he continues his journey downwards, narrowed eyes looking up at your face as he kisses down your cute tummy, the skin rising and falling with uneven, quick breaths of arousal. his hands slide around the upper parts of your thighs, raising an eyebrow at you as you try to close them shut, hiding your soaked panties from his view. "open, baby." he murmured softly, rubbing light circles on to the skin of your thighs, his gentle touches feeling like honey pooling over your figure. your thighs would open hesitantly, slowly, and his tongue would dart out to lick his lips, immediately pressing his face against your panties. a shaky whimper would fall from your rosy lips as he inhaled deeply, his tongue pressing flat against the wet patch of the fabric. "h-hyun, please." you stuttered shyly, your voice small and timid as you looked at him with flitted eyes, your face flushed while your hands gripped the bedsheets beneath you. "please what, sweetheart?" hyunjin replied, a teasing lilt to his voice as he grinned, causing your heart to grow heavy with adoration. "want ... want you- want you inside, inside of ... me." you mumbled shakily, bottom lip quivering as your eyelashes grew wet with tears, causing the male's cock to twitch with interest.
