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🚨this is a dead blog- i do not post here anymore and am in the process of moving all of my works to my new blog @hyunjins-orange-slice-too - any new works that i create will be posted there🚨
tysm ily 💕
okay, yall. the new blog has been created. so sad to see this one go. but i feel like i have no choice.
the new one is @hyunjins-orange-slice-too
its still bare, shes just been created. but im working on it rn.
now i can’t even reply to comments? 😭 what is going on? i can’t message and now i guess i can’t reply. i can’t even comment on my own posts. i’m sorry i can’t reply. i see you and i appreciate you immensely. my blog is messed up for some reason.
my poor blog 😭 i don’t want to start a new one. i love this one.
i feel helpless.
maybe i’ll just start a new one.. repost all my fics and then delete this blog. that sucks so bad.
if i decide to do that.. would y’all follow me to a new blog? 🥺😭
now i can’t even reply to comments? 😭 what is going on? i can’t message and now i guess i can’t reply. i can’t even comment on my own posts. i’m sorry i can’t reply. i see you and i appreciate you immensely. my blog is messed up for some reason.
my poor blog 😭 i don’t want to start a new one. i love this one.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRTFup4a/
😭😭 it’s still like my favorite video.
he looks so happy! and everyone is calm and it just seemed like a good experience.
i love him and i just want him to look that happy all of the time 🥺❤️🩹
Skz texting you while drunk
Pairing: ot8 x fem reader
Genre: crack, fluff
Warnings: alcohol mention
my blog is so dead- like i’m seriously shadow banned. there’s no way i’m not.
it’s so sad. and frustrating.
gonna try to post something soooo good this weekend and hopefully breathe some life back into this blog. 🙄
Daddy 2Chan
Daddies Chan and Changbin, who are polar opposites.
Daddy Changbin who encourages you being as spoilt as possible. Chan says no? Changbin says yes and that's all he cares about. His baby should be spoilt rotten!
Daddy Chan who tries so hard to say no and keep you in line, but when you're pouting with wide eyes and Changbin is telling him you're so precious to say no to, he caves!
Daddy Changbin who helps you play out how you can get Chan into rough mode when he knows he needs to let some frustration out.
Daddy Chan who forces you to your knees with a hand around your throat as he argues with Changbin about letting you act like a needy slut.
Daddy Chan who makes Changbin hold you down with your head in his lap as he abuses your dripping pussy, pouding into you with a harsh grip on your hips as he moans and growls!
Daddy Changbin who pets your cheeks and praises you for taking Chans punishment so well. Tells you you're doing so good for them. Their pretty little toy.
Daddy Chan who cums all over your pussy, painting it with thick white steaks.
Daddy Changbin who eats you out after, licking you clean until there's no trace of Chans release and his face is wet with the evidence of how your cunt gushes when they treat you like this.
Daddy Changbin who forces you into overstimulation while Chan works up his strength, eventually ready to start fucking your throat while Changbin inches his thick cock inside of you. The stretch is almost too much but you can't complain when Chans cock is breaching your throat and cutting off your air supply :(.
Daddies Chan and Changbin who use you like a worthless fleshlight for hours like you're nothing but a toy for them, but immediately wrap you in a fluffy blanket when they're done.
Daddy Changbin who holds you close and cleans you with a warm cloth as Chan runs you a hot both, Changbin climbing in with you as Chan changes the sheets for you.
Daddies Changbin and Chan who think they hit the lottery when they met you and they cherish every moment they get to be yours.
need. gimme. *makes grabby hands*
the urge to delete as much of myself off of the internet as possible and leave everyone i know and move somewhere where no one knows me so i can start all over… is real.
joking, but like.. 🥸😬
i couldn’t do it. my dumb ass would be back on this app in .25 seconds reading a writing smut again.
𐙚 : THINGS BANG CHAN SAYS DURING SEX ֶָ֢ !
request: please please pretty please Bangchan next
authors note. this was requested in my comments and i didn't know if you wanted me to tag you or not , i hope you like it.
"pretty girl — gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you yeah?"
"you can be a brat and not get fuck , it's your choice baby."
"good girl."
"spread your legs , let daddy see that pretty pussy — that's it."
"so wet baby — who made you this wet?"
"stay still princess , didn't i tell you to be good?"
"say please."
"fuck , you're clenching — daddy is gonna cum if you keep doing that."
"fuck yourself on me , yeah just like that."
"you can take it , you've taken it before"
"keep moaning my name like that — daddy is gonna fill your pussy."
"fuck cum for me baby — yeah that's it."
"no no , daddy isn't done using your pretty body."
©️LUVYENI
• Boyfriend Stray Kids being jealous | OT8 x you
warnings: nsfw content, jealousy
jealous bang chan… 🫠
Can you plsss write something about the reader not touching her bf bc she's worried that he might be embarrassed about her or that he will feel like she's too clingy? But he's like wtf no i want you to touch me all the time etc etc. Idk if this makes sense i just have this thing where i never touch ppl, even my best friends cuz im scared they'll hate it and i'm trying to get over it bc its kinda stupid so yeah
Sorry this has taken me a while but im pretty happy w how they came out. I hope you like them 🥺
When you don't touch them
Masterlist
Walking in on Roommate! Chan | Pt. 2
❣ Summary: A lot can change in a month, but was it truly a change, or simply a realization? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 7.41k ❣ Warnings: Non!Idol AU, Roommate! Chris, fluff, smut, slice of life, slight humor, friends to lovers, slight! dom Chris, Dom/Sub dynamics, smut with feelings, sir/daddy kink ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Sir, and Daddy, Reader is referred to as Baby, Good/Pretty Girl, and Princess, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Pt. 1
It had been a month since the incident, and though you thought things had gone unchanged between you and Chris, your reality couldn't have been more wrong.
You seemed to linger more on every interaction with him, your brain working double time to process things he'd say or do as of they had a deeper meaning behind them - which they didn't.
He always left you little notes whenever he'd go out with Changbin for an early gym session, so why were you smiling at the hastily written messages and cutely drawn dragon-worm signature?
He always texted you on your break at work to remind you of any plans he made, so why did your heart flutter every time his contact popped up?
He always made sure your favorite snacks were in the pantry, and if you were running out he'd stock them up before you had the chance to add them on your grocery list, so why did you swoon every time your favorite bag of chips was sat on the kitchen counter?
There was no way your world flipped itself upside down over one incident, absolutely no way...
Unless.
"I'm screwed." You groaned woefully, dropping your head to the table in front of you.
Jeongin laughed, taking a piece of meat from your plate, "I told you to stop laughing at that guy's terrible jokes, now look at you!"
"What?"
"Jongsoo, the coworker you kept saying was trying to flirt with you but couldn't catch a hint?" Felix mused, tilting his head slightly, "Isn't that what we're here to talk about? 'Level three red alert', and all?"
"What? No, no," sitting up, you leveled him with a soft stare, "if this was about him, I would've picked a bar - he doesn't deserve the glory of being talked about over barbecue."
"Okay, so why are we here?" Minho huffed as he flipped a strip of beef on the tabletop grill, "Actually, better question, why am I here? Last I checked I never signed up to this whole 'red alert' code talk."
"Hyung, the last time we shared tea that you didn't know about, you ignored me and Felix for a week for 'leaving you out'." Jeongin spoke pointedly, recalling the way he practically cursed them out for 'disrespecting your elders'.
The former groaned, rolling his eyes, "Why didn't you just say you needed to shit talk someone?! Why are we speaking in code?"
"Because one of our friends has a big mouth, the other one forgets a secret is a secret the second you finish talking to him, another one likes sharing gossip online through subs and secret callout posts, one couldn't even buy a fuck to give about any gossip, and the final one... he's not allowed, he knows too much as it is already." You listed simply before taking a sip of your drink, "The group we have right now is formed out of the strongest tea holders, understand?"
"Anyways," Felix snapped you back into business, "what's happening? Why are you screwed?"
Steeling your nerves, you mentally prepared yourself for the word that were about to come out of your mouth.
"I might have a crush on someone..."
"I knew it." Minho announced smugly, taking another piece of perfectly cooked beef from the grill top.
"What?! There's no way you knew anything about this, Hyung!" Jeongin argued, sitting up in his seat next to you, "You don't even like people! How are you suddenly an insider?"
"Look at her!" He pointed the tongs in your direction, to which you tilted your head in confusion, "The past few days she's been watching her phone like a hawk whenever we all go out, she's been way too happy, and she spaces out more than usual-"
"Okay, that part could just be because of Lix's pot brownies!"
"Hey, hey, hey - ex-nay on the pot brownies-ay, okay? The whole world doesn't need to know - I only do it cause people ask me to!" The blond gritted out, pointing his fork in the direction of the youngest as a threat.
"Yeah, sure, next you're gonna say you only model for Hyunjin because he 'asks you to'."
"You little-"
"Hey!" The eldest of the boys snapped the tongs three times, effectively quieting them, "Shut up! We're here to get information, not talk about Felix's entrepreneur business, got it?" He pointed the utensil toward you yet again, "Talk. Now."
"Well- Uh... I don't know, it's not like I wanted it to happen, I was completely fine as friends with this person but then..." Shrugging your shoulders, you felt the events of the past month play back in your head, "I guess things just changed one day? Like, suddenly I could see them in this new light and now every time he does something so stupidly normal I find myself wanting to kiss him until I can't breathe."
"Ugh, that's both disgusting and cute - why did we have to talk about this over barbecue?" Jeongin whined before stuffing his face with a lettuce wrap. "Whosh th' lucky guy?"
"You really think I'm gonna reveal-"
"I swear to god, please don't say it's your coworker," Felix pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes, "you can do so much better than him - you don't have to do the charity work, I promise you."
"Lee Felix-"
"I know your heart's in the right place, but you don't have to cater to him, please."
"Would you please-"
"40 bucks says it's Chan." Minho hummed through a bite of his bulgogi.
The youngest nearly choked on his drink, swallowing a hefty gulp before coughing, "That's such a bad take! Chan Hyung? The man with negative rizz? The man who stays up long enough to say good night and good morning?"
"You say that like it's impossible!" The freckled blond argued, "It happens all the time in sitcoms!"
"Lix, please, I'd rather you not compare my life to a sitcom, I have enough happening for two seasons and a reunion episode as it is." You groaned, dropping your head in your hands with a sigh, "Can we just move on from the confession and talk about the movie night? I don't think my brain can handle the topic of my non-existent love life much longer."
Through a silent agreement, Minho ordered another round of food and the four of you continued onto much lighter - yet somehow more argument filled, conversation.
The coveted movie night was a monthly event that originally started with you and your friends, using the time Chris would be working late to have a movie marathon loaded with snacks, drinks, and cozy pajamas. It wasn't until Changbin caught word of the activity that the small gathering turned into a merged group affair; it was even enough to convince Chris to take time off to join in on the fun.
In the whirlwind of work and the existential crisis of realizing your crush, you'd completely forgotten that the event would be taking place tonight.
Funny, how fast time flies when your world is in shambles.
"Alright, that's all the blankets and pillows from the closet." Chris huffed, stepping back with his hands on his hips as he admired his handiwork; the large couch draped with various blankets and piled high with pillows that were sure to be rearranged in less than a minute of everyone's arrival.
You snuck a glance from your spot in the kitchen, a soft smile growing from his look of personal accomplishment. "Looks great, hopefully we won't have Han and Hyunjin fighting over who gets what pillow again."
He snorted out a laugh, heading over to you, "You think so? Those two could fight over who gets the last chip with an unopened bag right next to them - it's happened before!" Leaning his hip against the island, his eyes glanced over the various snacks covering the surface, "D'you need me to help with anything?"
"Um- Yeah, actually, can you get me the bowls from the cabinet? We can open the chips now, it's almost time for everyone to show up." You turned to look at the stove's clock; 7:33 PM, a little less than half an hour until your shared apartment would be filled with a sea of people.
Chris hummed, pushing himself away from the countertop, and you found your eyes drawn to his frame; a black tank top - sleeveless by his own doing - showing off the subtle build of his biceps, and a matching pair of black shorts you'd seen time and time again.
It was his staple look, simple, perfectly cozy for the impending activities, yet somehow you still felt your heartbeat racing the longer you stared.
Yes, you knew he was attractive, your friends gawked about it for weeks since you first moved in with him, but when was he this attractive?
"The big bowls, yeah?"
Snapping yourself out of your stupor, you nodded, even with his back still turned to you. "Mhm, those are perfect!"
You were in, deep.
You turned your attention back to preparing the chips, opening a bag and sneaking one of the plain potato chips when you felt a hand at the small of your back - the stack of bowls sliding onto the counter a second later.
"Here you go."
This was normal, it was normal for him and his affinity for physical touch, but you still felt a rush of electricity shoot up your spine from his touch - your body freezing as you registered just how close he was behind you.
"Ah- Thanks, Channie!"
Normal. So very, very normal.
"You need anything else?"
Lifting your gaze from the snacks in front of you, your eyes immediately found his; warm and kind, a shade of brown you caught yourself daydreaming of time and time again - distracting enough for you not to realize the mere inches between your faces.
He smelled like mahogany and lavender, a faint musk of the cologne he always wore tinted with your laundry detergent he claimed made his clothes feel softer.
"I, um..." His stare was hypnotizing, sending every productive thought in your brain out the window, "I-"
The sound of the doorbell snapped you out of your reverie, but you could've sworn you saw a hint of sadness in his eyes as he stepped back.
"That might be Han, he said he'd be coming a bit earlier."
"Yeah, no, that's fine - can you finish opening these when you get back? I'm gonna go get changed."
Chris hummed out a short "Yeah" before heading toward the front door, leaving you to collect yourself amongst the colorful serving bowls.
This was going to be a long night.
It wasn't long before everyone showed up; comfort clothes on and ready for the night's movie queue and rounds of snacks.
The seating arrangements remained in their usual layout with the mix of your friends between the couch or the floor, while you somehow always found yourself tucked between Chris and and the corner of the couch - arguably, the best part of any couch in your opinion.
This time, however, the arrangement was met with knowing side eye glances from your half of the friend group, a few of your girls sharing barely hidden smirks and whispers.
Before you could throw a pillow as a warning sign, a blanket of polyester blocked your vision and filled your nose with an all too familiar scent.
"Here," Chris hummed softly, rounding the edge of the couch to take his place next to you, "in case you get cold."
"Aw, you thought of me?" You teased, nudging his shoulder with yours as you unfolded his blanket and draped it across your legs.
"I always think of you."
His words made you freeze, your heart stuck in a limbo of floating to your throat or falling to the pit of your stomach while he carried on with the rest of the group.
I always think of you.
Always.
The revelation had the gears in your head working double time, the events of the past month playing like a movie in your mind - akin to the one currently starting on the TV in front of you.
He always thought of you, his caring nature shown in so many ways besides the ones you grew used to while living under the same roof; if you were running late coming home, you'd always have a text making sure you were safe - or, when you had important dates in your schedule, he'd be the one to remind you when they were a few days away.
Chris always did little things to show that you were on his mind, he always made it clear that you were important to him, that he cared about you as much as he did his friends.
But maybe... Maybe there was more behind it.
Your fingers glided along the blanket covering your lap, the fabric soft and welcoming like the hug of a close friend.
I always think of you.
It was like the three movies passed in the span of seconds, some of your shared friends tapping out after the second film, while the stragglers and self proclaimed cleanup crew stuck around to take in a cheesy family comedy of a man taking his family on a wild vacation.
"Min, you don't have to do that, you know," you chastized the black haired man as he washed the empty chip bowls, "I would've gotten to it in the morning!"
He scoffed out a chuckle, throwing you a knowing side eye, "Yeah, says the person who told me how much she hates the dishes with a passion stronger than Han's coffee addiction."
Deciding to protect your pride - knowing full and well he was completely correct - you wandered back into the living room where Felix and Jisung were folding one of the blankets, while Jeongin rearranged the pillows and Changbin gathered any missed trash lying around.
Felix shot you a sleepy smile, nodding his head toward the stack of folded blankets, "D'you want us to put these back in the closet?"
"No, you guys have done more than enough, seriously! I'll put them away, don't worry."
"What about this one?" Jisung held up the navy blanket you were using, Chris' navy blanket. "Want it folded? Are you still using it?"
"It's actually Chris's, I'll give it back to him."
Said man slipped away to his bedroom in the middle of the third movie, mentioning something about double checking some files for work before wishing you all a good night.
Humming in acceptance, the remaining boys gathered their belongings and headed toward the door, giving each of them a hug and making them swear to text when they each made it home safely.
Minho gave you a soft smile, though a certain glint in his eyes raised warning sign in your head, "Have a good night." He hummed with an air of mischief, slipping through the door before you had even a second to question him.
Frowning at the wood, you clicked the lock into place before gathering everything you needed to close off the living room for the night; tucking the navy blanket under your arm while balancing the other blankets in your hand. You stuffed them back into their bin in the hallway closet with ease, sliding the door shut and making your way toward your last stop of the night.
The sound of your knuckles against the door echoed through the empty hall, "Channie, you up?"
"Yeah, you can come in!"
Turning the knob, you were bathed in a soft purple light from his LED's, walking into the cozy atmosphere to see him laying on his bed with his phone in hand, "Hi."
He smiled, dropping his phone to the side as he sat up, "Hey, you - is everyone gone?"
"Yep, they helped clean up as usual, I'm just here to return this," you held up the blanket, stopping just short of the side of his bed, "thanks for letting me borrow it."
"You know, you can keep using it if you want, it's not like I won't know where it is."
Rolling your eyes, you held it out to him, "Chris, you and I both know I don't need anymore blankets in my room."
"What if you get cold?" He grinned, challenging you with glittering eyes.
"Then I'll use one of my blankets!" You laughed at his cheekiness, tossing the blanket in his direction just for him to catch it before it covered his face.
The room filled with your combined giggles, warmth settling over you as you watched him unceremoniously ball the blanket up and toss it toward his computer chair.
Just as you were about to announce your leave, your mind seemed to have a mission of its own the minute you opened your mouth.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course, always - what's up?"
Always - god, was he trying to drive you crazy on purpose?
You needed clarity, something to confirm that you were seeing things that weren't truly there - making a purpose out of words that were simply meant from one roommate to another, one best friend to another.
"So... About what you said in the living room, when you said you always think of me..." You dropped your gaze from his, your fingers suddenly becoming the most interesting thing to you, "Did... Did you mean it?"
"Of course I meant it, you're one of my best friends - I think about you all the time!" The smile he gave you was genuine, warm, filled with so much truth that it made your heart skip a beat.
Steeling your nerves, you looked up at him with a firm stare, "All the time?"
"Yes...? I mean, I think about other people and things too, but for the most part you've always been there... Why are you asking-"
"Did you think about me last month?"
His smile faltered, eyebrows furrowing as he searched your face for a hint of an answer. "What are you talking about?"
"Chris, did you think about me last month - when I walked into your room and I saw you-" Taking a sharp breath, you calming yourself before looking at him with pleading eyes, "Did you think of me?"
The silence was thick, the sound of your own heart filling your ears - you were certain it would beat right out of your chest and run out of the room to save you from this conversation.
"Would..." He cleared his throat, dropping his head as he picked at the sheets underneath him, "Would it be weird if I said yes?"
Your stomach flipped, your knees threatening to buckle and send you straight to the floor but you stood strong. "Would it be weird if I said I wanted you to?"
His head snapped back up and he stared at you with a look crossed between shock and awe, "Are you serious?"
"Honestly, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." The confession took you by storm, though you couldn't find it in yourself to stop talking, "And it's not just from that night - well, some of it is, but since then it's like... enhanced? Like, every little thing you do just lingers and sometimes I think I'm just going crazy because it's not like you've done anything new - it's just you, yet my heart feels like it'll explode after every text you send, or whenever we're in the same room, and I-"
The sound of your name from his lips stopped your panicked ramble, though the look he gave you did little to calm your racing heart.
"Come here."
Offering his hand, you cautiously accepted it and let him guide you onto his bed, straddling his lap at his instance while trying not to completely evaporate from the close proximity.
"Honestly, this isn't how I thought I'd end up confessing, but I guess there's a lot about us that isn't traditional," he chuckled to himself, his hands naturally finding their home on your hips, just below the waistband of your pajama shorts. "First, I want you to know that I think about you no matter what - you're always somewhere in my mind and at first I thought it was because you're my roommate, someone I care about just like everyone else in my life. But, recently things have been changing and I..." Taking a deep breath, his eyes found yours, a firm, yet comforting gaze holding you captive in those brown irises, "I have feelings for you- I like you, more than just a roommate or a best friend, and I didn't want to ruin things between us if you didn't feel the same w-"
You cut him off with your lips against his, swallowing the rest of his sentence with a small hum of delight - soft with a hint of cherry chapstick.
He melted almost immediately, tugging you closer as a hand slid up your back to keep you pressed against his body - almost as if he allowed anymore space between you, you'd somehow disappear into his dreams.
When you went to pull away, he followed like a desperate puppy and you had to fight the urge to laugh at him, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from coming any closer. "Just so you know, that kiss means I definitely feel the same way."
Chris huffed out a giggle, narrowing his eyes playfully, "No, really? I would've never guessed!"
"Well, I know for a fact you also feel the same way." The lilt in your voice was teasing, making a show of rolling your hips against the mass that was quickly making itself known between your legs.
Biting his lip, he leveled you with a firm gaze, daring, "Don't start something you can't finish, baby."
The pet name made your heart flutter, and you tilted your head up in defiance, "What makes you think I don't wanna finish it, hm?" Grinding your hips yet again, you were able to work out a low groan from those wonderfully kissable lips, "I can finish it, Channie, just show me how."
Before you knew it, he had you wrapped up in another mind melting kiss that had you letting out a shivering moan against his mouth as you tried matching his ferocity.
"You," he panted, nipping your bottom lip, "are gonna be the death of me, you little minx."
He kissed his way down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive spots he miraculously had no trouble in finding, leaving you wondering how much he truly knew about you to discover this information.
However, all of your critical thinking skills flew out the window when he sucked at a spot just underneath your jaw, turning you into a whining mess that only craved him and him alone.
Tilting your head to the side to grant him more room, you simultaneously tugged at his shirt - almost offended that he decided tonight of all nights to wear one in the privacy of his own room.
"Off, Chris."
He pulled himself away from the paradise that was your skin, gazing at you with simmering eyes, "Say please?"
Pouting, you pulled at the offending cotton once more, "Chris-"
His hands immediately found your wrists, tugging them gently behind your back as he tilted his head, fixing you with a tsk of disapproval. "Use your manners, princess, you know how this goes."
Your body temperature spiked, flashes of him saying the same fated words as a tease just to get you to beg for him before he inevitably gave you what you wanted, playing back like a film reel.
You know how this goes.
Swallowing down the demand threatening to bubble up, you relaxed in his hold and softened your undoubtedly needy gaze, "Please, Chris? Can you take your shirt off, for me?"
The smirk that stretched his lips had your stomach doing flips, the mere glimpse of the cocky energy he had inside of him making your mouth water and your pussy flutter with need.
"That's my girl."
He let go of your wrists to hike the hem of his shirt into his hands, before tugging it up and off with the coveted crossed-arm maneuver that he never failed to use as his prized flirting trick - and, god, was it a good trick.
Despite having seen him shirtless countless times, seeing him shirtless up close had your brain melting.
"Remind me to thank Changbin for keeping you in check with his gym routine."
"As much as I appreciate the compliment, could we maybe not talk about our other friends while I have you in my lap?"
Barely holding back your laughter, you nodded and slipped your own pajama shirt off in one go as a peace offering, tossing it to the floor where his currently laid. "Yes, sir - won't happen again." When he went rigid underneath you, you arched an eyebrow, "Oh? We have a sir kink, do we?"
Before you could tease him any further, he surged forward and caught your lips in a feverish kiss, passion fueled and determined as his warm hands found the new, uncharted territory of your back.
"You're playing with fire, princess." His tone was firm, laced with warning as he nipped at your plump bottom lip, "You really think you can handle it?"
The tantalizing threat of a challenge had your heart skipping a beat; you'd seen him get into one of these moods before, asking an open ended question that he already know the answer to, and playing that game now held too many promising rewards in the end.
Preparing yourself for the next words coming out of your mouth, you gave him an innocent smile, "I know I can handle it, sir."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, graciously earning you the split second of weightlessness before you were pinned on your back with every sense of yours surrounded by Chris; the feeling of his soft, cool sheets against your back, the smell of him ingrained into the cotton threading, and the heart stopping sight of him hovering above you bathed in that soft purple glow.
"Tell me you want this." His eyes locked onto your own, brown irises filled with caution and hope, "If you want me to stop, I'll stop, and we can pretend we never let it get this far, I promise."
"I want this- God, I need this, I need you, Chris - keep going, please."
With your consent given, his fingers danced up your thighs and over the cotton shorts you wore - a matching set to the shirt that was long forgotten - before dipping past the elastic waistband to drag them back down the expanse of your thighs.
They were unceremoniously tossed to the ground with the ever growing pile of clothes, and when he turned to give your panties the same, eventual treatment, his jaw nearly dislocated from the rate it dropped at; a bright blush turning his ears and neck red.
"Holy shit- I-I mean, fuck- Please... Please tell me you planned this"
You were now laid in his bed fully nude, which meant you weren't wearing panties for as long as the movie night went on, and that thought alone had his dick painfully straining against his own shorts.
Shaking your head, you timidly knocked your knees together, bristling at the exposure of cold air against your pussy, "I, um... I really wish I could say I planned it, but I didn't." Blinking up at the ceiling, a sheepish laugh shook your shoulders, "It's more comfortable sleeping without them, you know?"
Of course, you knew he knew from a few fated encounters with him early in the mornings, courtesy of wandering eyes and a not-so-small situation he tried keeping tucked away - it seemed that between the two of you, underwear was a foreign concept in the privacy of your shared apartment.
Chris groaned, a low, aching sound that begged for mercy to be taken on him, "You're absolutely going to be the death of me, there's no way you're real right now - this has to be a dream." Resting his hands on your knees, he silently waited for your hum of permission before pulling them apart, following the angle of your thighs down to catch his first glimpse of your pussy. "Fuck, if this is a dream, please don't wake me up."
"Chris."
Your insistent whine didn't fall on deaf ears as he wasted no time in scooting down his bed and ducking his head between your legs; plump lips peppering wet kisses along your soft skin, from the inside of your knee down to the highest point of your inner thigh, before skipping entirely over your cunt to repeat the process to your other leg.
Each caress of his lips sent chills up your spine, sparks of electricity shooting through your nerves and powering the growing desire within the pit of your stomach. Thankfully, you wouldn't have to suffer much longer as his second trip down ended with the warm sensation of his tongue swiping through your lower lips with a careful curiosity.
A sound crossed between a sigh and a moan floated through him before his hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs and he all but dove his head toward your pussy; lapping messily at the arousal dripping from you while aiming to explore your fluttering walls.
"Oh, shit-" Hands flying to his hair, you gripped at the roots as shock tinted pleasure shot through you, "Oh my god, Chris- Oh, god!"
The only sounds coming from him were muffled moans and lewd slurps, the only instances of his mouth leaving your pussy being him shifting his head up to focus his devilish tongue along your clit, and him pulling away for mere seconds of air before getting back to work.
He was eating you out like a man starved, and all you could do was lay there and take it with wanton moans and whines of his name.
"Chris, baby," you panted breathlessly, fingers tugging at his roots in hopes of gaining his attention, "baby, w-wait-" Pulling a bit harder, you were met with a groan of pleasure, sending your back into a small arch as the vibrations flowed through you.
With a small gasp of air, he pulled away just enough for you to catch the shine of your arousal coating the tip of his nose and lips, pupils blown with a fog of desire that made your mouth run dry.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? D'you wanna stop?"
"No, no, you're amazing - if we stopped now I might actually die," giving him a reassuring smile, you brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead, "but as wonderful as your tongue is, I'd rather come on your dick first."
"Fuck." Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, he sat up with a groan, "We're going to have to do something about that mouth of yours."
Blinking up at him with faux innocent eyes, you tilted your head, "I'm just telling the truth, sir."
He smirked at the pout set on your lips, leaning over you to nip gently at the flesh, "That's fine, I just wonder what else it can do." Sweeping you into a feather light kiss, he murmured softly, "You'll show me later, though, won't you, princess?"
Your pussy fluttered, clenching around nothing as you nodded without hesitation - only focused on getting those pretty lips, tinted with the taste of your arousal, back on your own.
"Good girl."
Chris pulled back, laughing at your whine of disdain while his hands got to work sliding down his black shorts with ease, shifting to get them fully off and added as the final item to the pile on the floor.
In the midst of all of his moving, you were able to catch a glimpse of just exactly what he was packing and your jaw dropped - the accidental peek you'd seen a month ago barely comparing to the full on staring contest you were having now.
He was big, bigger than most you'd had before in almost every way, and you nearly began to consider if it would even fit; your gaze trailing up the slight curve it held, mouth watering at a prominent vein running along the side.
"I'll go slow."
Your gaze snapped back up to meet his own, the previously cocky aura he held now warm and comforting, and your - admittedly needless - worries subsided.
"And I meant what I said earlier," reaching over to his nightstand, he pulled open a small drawer to take out a small, obvious box, "if you want me to stop, just say so."
Leaning up on your elbows, you watched as he pulled out a foil packet, "Do you know about safewords?"
"Yeah," bringing his full attention back to you, he tilted his head, "d'you have one?"
"Pear, for a hard stop, or the light system if it's easier for you to work with."
Scoffing out a laugh, he shook his head, "Whichever works for you, baby - I'll remember."
As you laid yourself back onto his bed, he made work of ripping open the condom packet, taking out the rubber and sliding it on with careful, yet experienced ease.
"Y'know, I never thought someone could look hot while putting on a condom, but I don't mind being proven wrong." When he ducked his head in embarrassment, a familiar sheepish blush beginning to turn his ears red, you giggled at your small achievement.
"It's our first time together, I didn't want to just assume that... you know." Growing past his shyness, Chris settled himself between your legs once more, one hand holding the back of your knee while the other wrapped around the base of his cock - a shiver of brief relief running down his spine. "Ready?"
Taking a deep breath, you nodded, "Ready."
Dropping his gaze, he leaned forward to press the covered head of his dick against your glistening entrance, biting his lip at the warmth emanating through before pushing onward - working the tip past your walls slowly.
The increasing stretch had a low moan escaping you, each inch introducing a new wave of pain tinted pleasure that shot from the top of your head to your toes. "Fuck, Chris."
He wasn't faring any better on his end, the lack of attention given to his dick since you first sat in his lap had him beyond sensitive and holding fast to his promise like a lifeline - go slow, go slow.
"Relax for me, baby," he gritted out, shivering as your walls clenched around the half of his length he managed to sink in, "just a little more, okay? Just need you to let me in."
"'M trying - you're so big." You couldn't find yourself to care about the desperate whine that took your voice, not when you were being deliciously filled with more to come.
Abandoning his hold on your thigh, he licked the pad of his thumb before bringing it to your clit, rubbing gentle circles in hopes of helping you relax further - and it worked. He was able to slowly sheath the rest of his dick inside of you, breathing a sigh of relief, while you shivered underneath him, canting your hips against the consistent flicks of his thumb against your sensitive nub.
"M-Move- Oh god, please move, Channie."
"Are you sure you're ready for that? I can wait-"
"Channie," looking up at him, you tried your best to give him a firm stare through the mind fogging lust, "I need you to fuck me; the color's green, it's so green, I promise - please, just fuck me already!"
He took his thumb off of your clit in favor of holding onto your hip instead, hovering over your body and keeping himself balanced with his left hand.
Licking his lips, his eyes searched your face for any signs of doubt, but he was simply met with desire and need. "Okay, only because you said please."
A smile lit up your face, and just as you went to give him a teasing reply, your body jolted forward and a surprised moan shot past your lips instead.
Another sharp thrust rocked your body and your hands scrambled to find purchase on his broad shoulders, latching onto him to take every quick, deep thrust he delivered before he fell into a regular pace of thorough strokes that had you seeing stars.
Chris watched every subtle shift in your expression after each thrust, drinking in the cute pinch of your eyebrows and pout of your lips while the sounds of your moans created a symphony in his head.
"Beautiful," he murmured, shifting his knees to allow him to drive deeper into your dripping cunt, "my pretty girl, taking me like you're fucking made for me."
The shift in his hips led you to lift your own, and the resulting graze of his cock against your g-spot had a near pornographic moan leaving you - neighbors be damned.
Swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, he made a mental note to keep that angle as long as he could. "There it is - Fuck, look at you."
Your nails scratched down his shoulder blades, earning a sharp hiss of pain from the man above you, yet he continued on without hesitation.
"I wish I told you sooner," stifling a grunt, he switched up the pace with slow, shallow rolls of his hips, "could've had this pussy wrapped around me every fucking night."
A helpless whine vibrated through you, but the following moan was something neither you or him was prepared for.
"Daddy!"
There was a brief pause, not even lasting a full minute though it was glaringly obvious to you - even in your blissed out haze. Blinking up at him with worried eyes, you were ready to apologize for the mortifying slip up until you realized he wasn't looking down at you in disgust - but, rather, unrestrained lust.
"Daddy, hm? Is that what my pretty baby wants?" Sliding his hand down your thigh, he maneuvered to hook your leg in the crook of his arm and bring it up higher, evidently opening you up more. "I don't mind, it's fitting - you don't need sir right now anyways, isn't that right, princess? So," rutting his hips into yours, a cocky smirk curved his lips, "keep being a good girl and tell daddy just how good he's making you feel."
You could've died right then and there and considered it a fulfilling life; pinned underneath your best friend, your roommate, fucked within an inch of your sanity while he murmurs the dirtiest sentences you ever imagined from those glorious lips of his.
"O-Oh, god- P-Please, daddy-"
"Please, what, baby? I love hearing you beg, but you have to tell me what you want."
He knew what you wanted, he could feel it with each pulse of your cunt, the way your leg tensed in his hold while your body writhed underneath him - you were close, and he wanted to see just how far he could push you.
"I-I want- Fuck-" You squeezed the flexed muscle of his bicep, while your free hand fisted the pillowcase underneath your head, trying your best to gather the brain cells to make a comprehensible sentence through his unrelenting pace. "I wanna come- wanna come for you," blinking up at him with glossy eyes, you submitted instantly, "please, daddy, can I?"
Chris' pace faltered for the smallest of seconds, his heart swelling and his dick aching for the release he'd been fighting back since he entered your warm pussy - there was no use in stalling for more time, not when you needed him as much as he needed you.
"Hold it for just a little longer, princess." When you gave a displeased whine, he leaned down to kiss the pout off of your face, "It won't be long, I promise - ten seconds, you can count with me, yeah?"
Nodding desperately, you snuck another kiss from him before waiting for his next instruction, trying your best to suppress your lingering orgasm.
"Good girl - now, can you use your fingers to play with your clit for me? You can keep holding onto me, just use your free hand."
You followed his directions diligently, quickly licking your index finger before managing to work your arm between your bodies and finding your puffy clit with ease; the lightest touch sending a shock of pleasure through your system.
"'S too much, I-I can't-"
He shushed you, "You can, I know you can, just count with me, okay? Focus on me, baby - starting from ten."
Swallowing back a whine, you took a shivering breath, "T-Ten."
"Good, keep counting."
As your slow, broken countdown continued, he took the time to adjust his position one final time; sitting up straight and using his left hand to gather your leg in the same position as your right, holding you spread open and fully subject to his will.
"Seven... S-Six- Oh my god-" Your eyes rolled, your body feeling like fire was liking at each of your limbs as you rubbed quick circles around your clit.
"Don't stop counting, princess," Chris grunted, licking his lips as sweat beaded along his forehead, "come on, five."
A short sob broke past your lips, eyebrows pinching together, "I c-can't- I can't, daddy!"
"Four." He continued on, angling your legs slightly higher and focusing on the almost hypnotizing wet slapping sound of your pussy all but drenching his cock and the sheets underneath. "Three - almost there, baby, keep holding it for me."
You made a noise, not caring what it sounded like as long as it was known that you were still hanging in there, if only by a thread.
"T-Two - my perfect girl, doing so well for daddy, s-so fucking proud of you," he gritted out, breaths coming in bated pants as he exchanged the speed of this thrusts for more power, watching your back arch off of the bed in the process. "One - come, come for me, baby."
Your body followed through before your mind had the chance to comprehend his words, white-hot pleasure flooding through your veins as you came with a cry of his name - at least, you hoped the sound that came out resembled his name.
Chris groaned, doing his best to fuck you through your orgasm until he came with a shivering gasp, almost pained, high pitched whines falling from his lips with each wave; his dick quickly being surrounded by the warmth of his cum filling the latex.
Hours could've passed before you were able to come back to your senses, blinking your eyes open and dazedly looking at the man above you.
Even after sending you to the moon and back, he looked as breathtaking as ever; chest heaving and head tossed back, large hands now caressing your thighs as your feet met the mattress once more.
"Fuck." He laughed breathlessly, lifting his head to look at you with glittering eyes, "You okay? That- I didn't go too far, did I?"
Oh, he was going to be the death of you.
Shooting him a tired smile, you shook your head, "I'm more than okay - that was amazing, daddy."
You didn't miss the way his dick twitched inside of you from your words, his hands squeezing you softly.
"Princess, as much as I love hearing you say that, I might end up fucking you through the mattress if you keep it up."
Biting your lip, you not-so-subtly glanced at the open box on his nightstand before looking at him with daring eyes, "If I call you my boyfriend, can you fuck me into the next morning?"
He paused as if heavily pondering your words, then slowly pulled out of your sensitive walls with a grunt, "If you let me call you my girlfriend and let me take you on a date, you can call me both and I'll fuck you until you can't walk."
A bright smile found its way to your face and you nodded happily, "Deal, boyfriend."
With a grin as bright as the sun, he made quick work of taking off the used condom before tying it and tossing it in the small trash near his nightstand; returning to hover over you with warm eyes, "Deal, girlfriend."
Safe to say, he upheld his end of the deal with flying colors, and you planned the date as soon as you regained the ability to walk a day later.
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connected ch5
pairing: chan x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
word count: ~1.5k
an: yay it’s finally here! thank you for being patient while i went through a little slump. i hope you like this. 💕☕️
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you felt like time had gone by so fast. the couple of months since that video call, has felt like minutes. you talked to chan every day in some form. it was usually texting, he’s too busy for much else. but the occasional video call on nights when he really needed to sleep but couldn’t, those were your favorite. it had become sort of a ritual for him. you were about the only thing that could get him to relax enough to sleep. and that made you feel pretty special. though you would never admit that to anyone.
but the day had come. today is the day to be in chicago. he had let you know a while ago the specific date they would be there. and he had texted you selfies of him on the plane. so as you climbed into your car that morning to take the couple hour drive to chicago, it all started to feel very real. and because of the realness, you were very nervous. you had let him know you were headed his way and wouldn’t be able to text him for a couple hours. he responded with a ‘okay, drive safe~~” you turned on your playlist, and hit the road.
the drive was pretty uneventful and boring, the occasional bouts of traffic, but thankfully when you approached chicago, it wasn’t during rush hour. chan had picked a location for you to meet him at. that was the address in your gps and when you got close and were at a red light, you texted him.
“i’ll be there soon. gps says about ten minutes.”
wow ten minutes until you meet bang chan? you had to let that thought sink in. who were you? and what decision in your life, or your past life, led you to this point? what had you done to deserve such a thing? your stomach churned with anxiety. you told yourself it’s not that different from a video call.. right? it’s basically the same thing. you’ve pretty much already met him and you talk every day. everything was going to be fine. so why did you feel like throwing up?
the meeting spot was in downtown chicago. and you weren’t very comfortable with your parallel parking skills. so you pulled into a multi level garage. these types of garages always made you feel a little uneasy. you put the car in park and made sure you had everything you needed. your phone, your wallet, and your pepper spray. exiting the car, you put your phone in your pocket, safety first, and your wallet in your other pocket. leaving only your keys and your pepper spray in your hands. maybe a little over cautious, but better safe than sorry. though the walk to the meeting spot was uneventful. it was just a few buildings over.
you approached the little coffee shop, its large windows facing the street, its chipped metal sign hanging above the door, the smell of coffee permeating the air. you cautiously entered the store, the little bell above the door announcing your arrival. you looked around a little before seeing a black hoodie and a black beanie in the far back corner, seemingly hiding from everyone else. the butterflies in your tummy felt like professional mma fighters the way they were punching at your stomach. but you took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other and slowly approached him.
his back was still to you once you reached him, scrolling on his phone.
“um.. hello?” you said, your voice shaking with nervousness.
he turned around and you thought you may fall over at the sight of him, a smile slowly filling his face, his dimples out. he stood from the table. “oh my god, hi.” he said excitedly. he opened his arms, offering a hug in greeting.
were you about to get a bang chan signature big hug right now? you had been here for all of two minutes. you reciprocated and moved closer. he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you close, your head on his chest. but it only lasted a moment. “how are you? it’s so nice to finally meet you in person. was your drive okay?” he asked, pulling away.
the smell of him lingered on your clothes and in your nose. it was musky, with a hint of vanilla. your heart fluttered in your chest as pulled the chair out for you to sit, before taking his own seat across from you.
“my drive was fine. not too much traffic. how are you? tired from your flight?” you asked, trying to portray yourself calmer than you actually felt.
“i am a little tired.” he said. “but im always tired.”
“oh yeah.” you chuckled nervously. why were you being so awkward? you scolded yourself for being weird.
“did you want a coffee? what’s your drink of choice?” he asked.
“oh i usually get an americano.” you made to stand up, to head to the counter, but he stopped you.
“i’ll get it. you stay here, yeah?” he smiled. and he was gone to the counter before you could protest. curse his handsome face, it made your brain all fuzzy and unable to focus.
you took a deep breath in through your nose and blew it out your mouth. you needed to relax. he is literally just a person. a super duper talented and handsome and kind and famous god like person, but just a person. you’ve been talking to him for months now. this is no different. your heartbeat finally started to calm down. you could do this. you could totally do this. and then he returned to your table with your drinks, smiling at you with his dimples, and all of those calm thoughts went out the window. oh my god look at him. was your mouth open? were you drooling. pull. yourself. together.
“thanks for coming all the way to chicago.” he said, sipping his coffee. “i really didn’t want to miss the chance to finally see you in person.”
oh my god you were going to fall out of your chair. you wished you could slap yourself in the face to try to bring yourself back to reality.
“i should be the one thanking you, mr celebrity.” you cringed at yourself for that one. “for taking time out of your schedule for little ole me.”
but he didn’t cringe. he laughed. and wouldn’t you know it, the little squeak was in the middle of that laugh. you heard the squeak in person. you could die happy now. all depression left your body in that moment.
“ah. i always have time for you.” he said, running his fingers through the condensation on his cup. “honestly, thank you.” his tone turning serious now. “you’ve really helped me these last few months. i’m actually getting some sleep. i feel.. at ease with you.” he was nervous now, saying these things out loud.
“well i’m glad i could return the favor. you’ve been making me feel at ease for.. years now.”
it got quiet after that. but not a weird silence where you felt like you needed to say something quickly. but a comfortable silence. he was smiling, but still looking down at his cup. you were starting to realize the small size of this table. you were sitting on opposite sides, but with both of your coffee cups on the table, with both of you hands wrapped around each cup, your knuckles were only inches from each other. you didn’t know if you were being a delusional crazy person right now, but you swear you could feel the energy between your hands and his. like a quiet tingly buzzing that radiated from his fingers to yours. and then he extended his index finger to brush a soft caress against the back of your knuckles. and it was like you were zapped with electricity. he must have felt it too, because he jerked back and looked shocked for a moment. your cheeks were on fire, blazing under his sudden attention.
and then his phone rang.
he answered and spoke quietly for a moment in korean before hanging up and looking sad.
“i’m so sorry, but somethings come up.” he says. “i need to go..”
“that’s okay.” you smile at him. “i understand. you’re a busy busy man.”
“i feel terrible that you drove for two hours to only get to spend ten minutes with me.” he frowned. “i promise- i promise i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”
you nodded and he stood. he hovered awkwardly by the table, so you stood with him. he pulled you into a hug, squeezing tightly and holding on longer this time, before saying “i’ll text you.” and then he smiled and exited the coffee shop, sparing a last glance at you over his shoulder before the bell above the door confirmed his exit.
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THE EXPERIENCE PROJECT | EP. 5 TWO AND TWO MAKES FIVE
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
“That’s so not true. I can be the dominant one too.”
Minho snickers, “I’d love to see you try.”
[ abstract ]: Hyunjin—your long time crush—finally wants to ask you out. One small issue: you’re absolutely inexperienced regarding that matter. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. Gladly, Minho—your long time enemy who is part of your friend group—is there to help, teaching you all you need to know. Going on dates and, yes, also everything physical. All while he dearly hopes you won’t find out about the crush he has had on you for years.
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, [ hyunjin + fem reader ], enemies → lovers, college au, smut + angst + fluff, experienced minho, virgin reader, sunshine x grumpy, he falls first but she falls harder, please refer to series m.list for more info
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ softdom minho, corruption kink, oral m receiving, semi public encounters ?? they are in a tent but alone ], very short mention of weed [ jisung ], mention of cheating
[ words ]: 6.3K
[ note ]: I sound like a broken record but thank you again for all the support. you guys are seriously the best. i haven’t been on here for that long but you are really the kindest and it means the world to me how much you enjoy this little story and how you come up with theories and all 🌸 I’m always grateful about every sweet comment, reblog, ask or DM!
Minho wakes up with a weird feeling inside his chest. Perhaps his heart is telling him that he’s playing dangerous games by what’s going on between you and him. He told you to keep your eyes on him when you come, despite the fact that he fully knows you’re in love with Hyunjin. You are, right? That’s why you have that odd agreement in the first place. There have been some moments that have made him a bit more delusional, that made him believe for a second there could be more between the two of you but he dropped those ideas rather quickly.
He should understand that you and him are never gonna be a couple.
But what if you aren’t into Hyunjin anymore? What if something about your feelings has shifted?
You definitely were only excited about his visit last night because you want to learn more. Minho is sure that has nothing to do with his presence. You probably still can’t stand him. Although he notices how comfortable, safe and calm you’ve been feeling around him these past days. He’s never had an effect on someone like this before. And he’s never seen you act like that. Not that he knows much about you but at least while being with your friend group, you’ve never behaved like this around Hyunjin.
Fuck. He should calm down. Or else he’s gonna break his heart into a million tiny pieces if that hasn’t happened so far.
Minho sinks down on his couch, pulling out his phone when he notices you texted him.
[ You ]: hey, is your sister still at your place? can i come over tonight? i have food hehe
Shit, he really wants to see you tonight. But Thursdays are rather inconvenient for that, unfortunately. And maybe his heart also needs a day off from all this drama. At least that’s how he tries to hype himself up about the fact that he won’t be seeing you today.
[ Minho ]: Hey, Y/N. Sorry, everything is okay with my sister’s apartment again but we have dance practice tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow for the camping trip, right?
He excitedly stares at his phone screen like a teenage boy, his eyes getting filled with sparkles when you reply.
[ You ]: yeah sure but we won’t be able to be together there. hyunjin is with us too. have fun at practice tho 😊
Fuck. Yeah. He’s totally forgot about that part. Hyunjin. God, why does he have to destroy this?
[ Minho ]: We will figure it out. Thank you. Have a nice Thursday too.
[ Minho ]: 🍇🖤
He’s sure, there’s gonna be some solution to this. Minho seeks to be close to you and he’ll do anything to make that happen. He does feel disgusted sometimes about himself. The fact that he’s secretly hoping for you to fall in love with him during this whole agreement but love turns us selfish.
He gets dragged out of his spiral of guilty conscience when you message him again.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: 😆🍋🤍
You are assigning him this emoji now?
[ Minho ]: I’m a lemon??
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: yeah, kinda fits you best
[ Minho ]: In what world am I similar to a lemon??
He rolls his eyes when he reads your reply. Then a smile makes it up to his face. You’re so adorable, his heart is gonna melt and turn into a puddle with him.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: you get sour quickly 🤭
Still, he plays cool.
[ Minho ]: 🙄🙄🙄
[ Minho ]: Whatever you believe in. See you tomorrow and remember to pack warm clothes. It’s gonna be cold at night.
He’d lend you all the sweaters and jackets he owns but then again Hyunjin will be there. And Minho would rather see you in your clothes than in the ones from his friend. God. The fact that Hyunjin is his friend makes this whole situation just worse.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: yes sir 🫡
His cock twitches inside his pants. God. It’s eleven in the morning and you’re flirting with him.
[ Minho ]: You’re playing with fire, princess.
He’s sure this warning will bring him nowhere, knowing you’ll just hop on it and provoke him more. When his phone receives another reply he knows his assumptions are right.
[ Y/N 🍇 ]: whoopsiiiee sorrryy, just trying to keep us warm in the cold 🤭 see you tomorrow min 🥰
Minho puts his phone away, still smiling brightly, before he feels someone plop down on the sofa right next to him. His sister is staring at her phone too, her eyes shining brighter than shooting stars, making him want to annoy her.
“Why are you giggling at your phone like this whenever you receive a message? You’ve got a boyfriend?” Minho asks.
She instantly rolls her eyes and puts the device away, “No, I don’t. It’s none of your business anyway.” His sibling turns around and looks at him. “Despite that, I saw you smiling earlier too when you looked at your screen.”
Minhos jaw clenches but he plays it cool. “What’s his name?”
“Tell me hers first unless it’s Areum then… Please keep that secret to yourself. You didn’t match at all,” his sister lets out with a sigh.
Minho is confused. He knows his family has never been Areum’s biggest fan but hearing it like this makes him wonder why exactly they’ve never quite liked her. “Why do you think so?”
She shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t know. She’s boring as fuck. I’ve always liked that other girl from your friend group more… What's her name again? Y/N?”
His heart stops. Why does she need to bring you into this?
“Yeah… Y/N. But that’s not gonna happen,” he quickly replies.
His sister tilts her head, “Why not? She’s funny, authentic and has a super pretty style.”
“You only wear black, you emo girl,” he teases her.
“And? I can appreciate when another woman obviously has good taste,” she explains.
“I don’t have a chance with her anyway. She’s dating Hyunjin,” he says, sounding a bit too hopeless.
His sister blinks twice. “Ugh. Why would she do that to herself?”
Minho has to hold back a laugh.
“What do you mean? He’s tall, handsome, creative. Spent last semester in Paris. He’s like a Disney prince,” he adds, knowing damn well he’s always comparing himself to these standards, knowing he’s never had a chance to begin with. Everyone seems to be in love with Hyunjin. Including you. The only woman he’s ever truly liked.
“A Disney prince that has dated the whole campus so far. Basically the reality TV version of a prince. Maybe he’s practising to apply for the next season of The Bachelor,” his sister reminds him.
“How do you know?”
“I went to the art exhibition with him yesterday—before you say anything, as friends, we have a bunch of classes together—and he was constantly on his phone texting different people.” She shakes her head, seeming quite annoyed. Until she notices that her brother’s mood has shifted. “Min? You okay?”
Minho knows that they’ve been friends for some time. After all, they’re majoring in the same field but his heart stings for different reasons. Hyunjin might just be playing with you, that son of a bitch. And he can’t allow that to happen, knowing you’re way to precious to get your heart broken by an asshole like this.
Okay, Lee Minho, calm down. This is still about your good friend. Hyunjin is your friend.
Yes, and? Isn’t he allowed to call his friends out if their behaviour isn’t acceptable?
He shakes his head, bringing his focus back to the conversation and switching topics a little, “Thanks for telling me. So… Who’s your crush?”
His sister smirks, one of her eyebrows rising up. “You’d love to know, don’t you?”
“I’ve told you mine too,” he emphasises.
“It was an easy guess, bro.”
“Come on, just a hint,” he says, nudging her shoulder.
“I’d love to tell you but it’s embarrassing…”
“Why? Is it Jisung?”
She nudges his shoulder. “Of course not. But the things is…I… I don’t know who he is,” she admits. “We’ve only been chatting online. I know, gamer girl cliché, and no, he isn’t paying for my Discord Nitro subscription.”
“You’re such a loser,” Minho teases his younger sibling.
“You too, you idiot,” she fights back, grabbing the nearest pillow that’s placed on the sofa and shoving it into her brother’s face but he doesn’t react anymore. He knows all her tricks.
“Anyway,” Minho says instead, getting up from the couch, “I’ve got a lot of classes today. Make sure to lock the apartment properly and if there’s still some issue at your place, call me, yeah?”
“I will. Thanks, Min,” she answers.
Friday comes quicker than you would have expected and once the sun is shining brightly—as if you’ve ordered great weather—you find yourself at the campus’ flea market of your university. Together with Hyunjin. On your second date. He hasn’t left your side for an hour now, telling you about all the things he’s seen and experienced during his stay in Paris while his hand desperately searches for yours. You let him, your fingers intertwined with his own a bit later and it makes you wonder if this could turn into something serious pretty soon.
Because—look at you—holding hands with none other than the one and only Hwang Hyunjin in public on campus isn’t something that’s seen quite often. He must be very excited and truly mean it. Hyunjin reciprocates your silly little feelings and you’re gonna be a couple in the future. Your long awaited dream is finally here.
Your crush drags you around the corner, before you approach a little booth with shimmering and glittering items, the most beautiful necklaces, gemstones and rings blinding your vision. You take a closer look, instantly falling in love with the odd looking ones—the ones that you also find when diving too deep into stuff suggested to you on Etsy—giggling about earrings in the shape of fried eggs on toast or the ones that look like rubber ducks.
Then you find a necklace that perfectly matches the grape shaped earrings you wore the other day. Your eyes hover over the material but you’re unsure if you’re allowed to touch the item so you don’t. Hyunjin is standing next to you, observing your motions and chuckling a little when he notices how adorable you look. He’s always liked this about you—how your eyes turn into stars when you see something that amazes you.
“You’ve always liked these fruit inspired accessories and clothings, right?” he asks, giving you a soft smile. Hyunjin has one of his hands inside his jeans’ pocket, the other one is still entangled with your own. He leans over to you, catching a glimpse of your beauty. He can’t believe it took him so long to confess to you. Hyunjin knows it wasn’t the best timing back then and it haunts him up until this day that he basically broke your heart—and his own—the day before he left for Paris when he admitted to you that he’s falling in love with you.
But he also knows that this was his only chance. After all, Jisung accidentally spilled that Minho might have a crush on you too. And Hyunjin couldn’t travel to France for half a year, wondering if his friend would make a move on you instead. Which is ridiculous and toxic, absolutely toxic, he knows that. But love makes him selfish. Although there’s nothing to worry about. You don’t even like Minho, let alone love him. The idea of his friend and you together in a romantic light is the funniest joke of the century.
“Yeah, I guess one could say it’s kinda my thing,” you say with a small giggle, which brings Hyunjin’s thoughts back to where they should be right now. It was a shame that he couldn’t go to the art exhibition with you two days ago, but then again another friend—Minho’s sister—went there with him and he was actually hoping to get some more details from her about her brother’s possible crush on you. Which didn’t work because that woman is the carbon copy of Minho, avoiding emotions at any cost except for when they include sarcasm.
“It’s cute, it suits you, Y/N,” Hyunjin says, still watching you look at the necklace with the grape shaped pendant. He’s seen stuff like this back in Europe too. Yes, he’s also thought about buying something for you but if he’s honest—sure, those fruit inspired accessories are funny and cute but he’d love to see you in something more… mature, too. Hyunjin knows a lot about art and fashion after all. And just imagining you wearing a pretty diamond necklace, while lingerie in the same shade is hugging your curves makes ideas shoot up to his head—and blood rush down to his cock—during a very inappropriate situation. Get it together, Hyune.
He reaches for a necklace with a violet jewel attached to it, making quick eye contact with the salesperson, before he shows the accessory to you. You catch a glimpse of it, adoring its glittering features but something feels… boring about it. You can appreciate the simplicity and beauty of the object but it doesn’t catch you, if that makes sense.
“But how about this? I’ve seen this in Paris everywhere. They made me think that they’d look astonishing on you. Purple is truly your color,” Hyunjin says.
He’s right about that part though. You love all the colors of the rainbow but purple is one of your favorites. Just like the grape necklace.
“What is this?”
“An amethyst. A symbol of peace and pure love,” he explains, picking the item up again and holding it in an angle so that the sun shines right through it.
“It’s pretty,” you admit. Because it is. It really is. But some weird—yes, this sounds so exaggerated—type of feeling spreads through your stomach. Hyunjin clearly saw that you looked at the other necklace, why is he trying to show you this one now?
“It really is. You wanna try it on?” he asks.
It’s alright, Y/N. He knows more about this stuff like you. And if there’s some spiritual meaning behind it, this makes it quite romantic, right?
You smile, “Sure. Why not?”
Hyunjin gestures to you to turn around and you follow suit. You do a little spin, until he’s standing behind you and you get reminded of how tall he is. His big hands reach over your head, until he puts the accessory around your neck and closes it. Gently, he lets it fall down until it lands right between your collar bones and your thumb and index finger instantly reach for it. It feels so special, so pretty and you’re sure it look just as beautiful on you.
“Woah, it’s amazing, it’s like it was made for you, angel,” you hear Hyunjin from behind you. Suddenly, his hands are attached to your waist and he turns you around again. One of his hands finds your face, before it wanders further and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’d love to buy this one for you.”
Your mouth falls agape, “Oh, Hyunjin, you seriously don’t have to. It’s fine.”
You don’t want him to spend money on you out of the blue. Although your subconsciousness knows that there’s another reason lying deep inside your heart. But you don’t let it free.
“I’d love to,” he reassures you. “Wait a second, yeah?” You watch him walk to the salesperson before he pays for the necklace and gets back to you.
His fingers reach for your own again. Hyunjin and you walk a little further, until you get around a corner and behind another booth, where it’s less crowded. You feel his hands glued to your sides once more, as he pulls you towards him. His fingertips graze over the gemstone for a second and you dearly pray that he won’t notice how loud and fast your heart is beating, basically threatening to burst out of your chest.
He tilts his head, as you watch his tongue brush his upper teeth, before he speaks, “Now everyone will know who you belong to, hm?”
You’re desperately trying to not lose your mind.
Who you belong to.
Hwang Hyunjin told you that. Your longtime crush. This is insane.
“Thank you, Jinnie,” you say, barely audible but he still catches it.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad I’m back. I’ve missed you so much,” he confesses.
Your eyes are still fixated on his own, “I’ve missed you too.”
Hyunjin scoots a bit closer, his mouth wandering right beside your ear, so he’s able to softly whisper, “I’ve also missed kissing you.”
You shyly giggle, impulsiveness taking over you, “What are you waiting for, then?”
All he does is chuckle before he seals his lips with your own. God, those plump and oh so soft lips. How you’ve missed having them against your own. They feel so incredibly good moving with your own. The other two kisses that Hyunjin and you shared were rather innocent ones, more of a peck if you will, but thanks to you making out constantly these past days, you’re quite experienced when it comes to kissing.
Hyunjin also realises how much more confident you are compared to half a year ago and he loves it. You can tell when you feel him smile between kisses. He takes the invitation and slips his tongue into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your own.
Kissing Hyunjin is on a whole new level.
Magical is the best word to describe it.
However, the sparkle vanishes just as fast as it appears, leaving you… unsatisfied. You’ve kissed Hyunjin before. Twice. But something is different now, perhaps something inside your head, you’re not quite sure. It’s not just the fact that you are making out this time because you do feel comfortable with him, absolutely. He’s one of the people you trust most in this world and entering a heated kissing session with him feels nice.
But that’s it. It’s nothing more than that. You don’t want your brain or heart to go that way but there’s something missing. Something that you experience whenever Minho solely looks at you. But you scrunch your eyes, push the thoughts away and a few seconds later, Hyunjin is letting go of you again.
He gives you the sweetest smile, not at all realising that he isn’t the only man on your mind. Fuck. You’ve catapulted yourself right into the middle of the worst drama of this century. Great work, Y/N.
“This was great,” he says, biting his lips.
“Yeah,” is all you manage to let out. Do something about the awkwardness inside your own head. Now. Change topics. Although this will make it perhaps even more suspicious but you can’t function right now. “Do you have everything for the camping trip later?”
Hyunjin’s eyes widen, “Oh, I’m not coming, I’m sorry. Felix said he told you.”
No, he didn’t. For whatever reason. You don’t question it.
What you do question though is why Hyunjin can’t tell this yourself and what his reason is. You decide to ask about the latter.
“Why not?”
He scratches the back of his head, “Ah, you know, I’ve never been a fan of this whole camping and nature thing.”
But I love it. And I even wanted to go to that art exhibition with you although I don’t even know when Vincent Van Gogh was alive or what the difference between cyan and turquoise is. Because I like you.
You ignore the ongoing weird feeling inside your stomach. “I totally understand this, Hyune.”
He smiles, “Thank you. We meet on Saturday anyway, right? For my ‘welcome back’ party at my place?”
You nod, “Of course.”
The conversation shifts again to other topics after this. There are still so many thoughts in your mind. Why did Hyunjin buy you a different necklace from the one that you looked at? It’s not like the prices differed that much and despite that he doesn’t have to buy you anything at all. Why did he mention stuff about Paris but never bought a souvenir for you? With whom did he go to the art exhibition? Is he in fact dating other people at this time as well?
You decide to stop worrying before your head explodes and when you catch a glimpse at your phone half an hour later, the two of you realise that you should really get going if you still want to go on this camping trip tonight. Without Hyunjin though.
But with Minho.
Well, and Felix, Changbin—your roommate’s gym crush—Jisung and the mysterious girl he met online. Yes, she told him she would be there too.
Before you two part ways, Hyunjin takes off his leather jacket and puts it over your shoulders.
“Don’t get cold, yeah? You can take this one with you. It matches quite well with the necklace, angel,” he says with a wink.
Hyunjin gives you one last kiss on your cheek, before your bus arrives and you hop on it.
“What do you mean she called off at the last minute?”
You come back to a very confused Felix and a pretty sad looking Jisung sitting in the living room.
“What happened?” you ask, taking off your shoes and the jacket Hyunjin gave you. You take a few steps towards where your friends are sitting and drop down on the couch next to them
“The girl from the Discord server… she’s not coming with us,” Jisung explains, his head hanging low, shoulders too, while he is staring into the distance.
“Maybe she doesn’t actually exist,” you tease him.
He looks at you like a baby that got his plushie stolen, “Stop it, virgin.”
You give him a strict glare but Jisung knows you can’t be mad at him for long. Instantly, your annoyed face turns into a laugh.
“So, what now?” Felix asks.
“I’m not coming. I’ll stay here,” Jisung says, shaking his head, while his arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks like a whiny toddler sitting there that got rejected choosing something from the candy aisle of the grocery store.
“You’re such a loser,” your best friend tells him.
Jisung sighs but tries to drown out a laughter. He gets up from the couch and takes the fluffy blanket with him. “A broken hearted loser. And if you excuse me, I need to play video games now, smoke some weed and cry like a real man like God intended.”
Right before he disappears inside Felix’s bedroom, you yell, “If you need anything you call us, yeah?”
“Yes, babes. I love you. Take care,” you hear him, knowing everything will be fine. He just needs to be alone for a bit and you respect that.
When you turn around, you notice your best friend looking at you. There’s a huge grin on his face. “Isn’t this great for you?”
You stare at him confused, “Seeing Jisung sad? What kind of a psychopath do you think I am?”
“Perhaps a pathological liar but not a psychopath, no,” Felix corrects his sentence. “But this isn’t what I meant. This makes the tent arrangement a little different. A win-win for the both of us, Y/N.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can share a tent with Changbin, and you with Minho,” he suggests.
Your mouth falls agape, “What?”
“Well, the other options are you and me in one but Changbin and Minho don’t know each other at all. Or you with Changbin which I bet is even weirder,” he reminds you.
Okay, this actually means Minho and you can continue where you left off. Given the circumstances that Changbin’s and Felix’s tent is far away from you and they are already asleep if you decide to get closer.
“Fine,” you huff. “Your gym crush won’t question it?”
“I doubt it,” Felix reassures you, shaking his head.
“Good.”
Camping has always been something you’ve enjoyed quite much. Luckily, your little group feels the same. You had some barbecue for dinner and talked a lot, finding out that Changbin is a really kind guy, making you cross your fingers that Felix and him will finally get together soon. In addition to that, you managed to place the tents a bit further away from one another. For privacy reasons and all.
Your best friend and his crush have gotten a little closer, being all cuddly and when Felix starts yawning with no end, they call it a night. Minho and you stay where you are, still sitting in the camping chairs next to one another, just enjoying the scenery above you. Stars over stars are filling your vision, giving you a way better view than you’d ever be able to experience in the busy city of Seoul although you didn’t even drive that far. It makes you want to stay here a little longer.
The night sky looks beautiful. It reminds you of the hoodie Minho gave you some days ago and the feeling of how soft the fabric felt against your skin. The silence spreads all over the fields, the only sounds are coming from cicadas echoing. But it’s nice. With Minho you don’t have to talk much. It’s nice to not speak at all too. In a good way.
“Uhm, Y/N,” he suddenly starts, instantly making you look at him. “I saw something the other day when my sister and I went to the flea market together.”
One of your eyebrows raises, “Yeah? What did you see? A squirrel?”
Minho rolls his eyes, you barely see it in the dim light of the night but still know for sure. “Jisung’s busy smoking and chatting with imaginary girls online, please. No. I meant something that reminded me of you.”
“Of me?”
Confusion is spread all over your face and Minho hopes you don’t notice how nervous he is.
“Yeah,” is all he says. He reaches for something inside his pocket, bringing out a small velvety bag in a pastel purple shade.
“I thought we were enemies and all,” you tease him, not even knowing anymore if this applies to you both. You could swear, one week ago you couldn’t be in a room with him alone for a minute because either one of you would start a fight and if the same situation occurred now, your first issue would be to withstand kissing him while your heart tries not to melt.
He scoffs. “I thought of you and bought it. Don’t put too much thought into it. It’s also okay if you don’t like it. It’s just… I think this one might still be missing in your collection. Of course—I don’t know. You have a shit ton of those funny accessories. But… you have earrings that are similar so I thought–“
You’re the one to roll their eyes now, “Spit it out, Min. What is it?”
“Here,” he gives you the small bag. “This. If you already have one like this or you don’t like it I can just–“
He gets interrupted when you open it and bring out a necklace.
Not just any necklace.
The one you looked at earlier. The one with the grape shaped pendant attached to it.
“You’re insane,” is all you let out, a bit too loud but you couldn’t care less. Your palm meets your mouth, covering it, while your eyes are widening and you let out a squeal.
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” Minho admits, unsure how to read your reaction.
You’re in shock. In a good type of shock. This is the best gift ever. “It means you’re amazing. I actually don’t have this one yet. Gosh. This is perfect. Thank you so much. I can’t believe this.”
Minho gets a little startled when he feels your arms getting thrown around his neck while you pull him into a tight hug. Tears are stinging in your eyes but he doesn’t notice because of the darkness that is surrounding you.
“Calm down, it’s just a necklace,” he says with an awkward chuckle.
You shake your head no, “A necklace with a grape shaped pendant. Fucking adorable. Seriously, thank you so much for thinking of me.”
Your eyes lock with his for another second, before you guide the accessory around your neck and secure it. What a shame you aren’t wearing the matching earrings today but this can wait for another time. You’re the happiest person on this planet right now.
“It’s nothing. I’m glad you like it,” Minho adds with a small voice but on the inside he thanks the universe for your reaction and the fact that he can spend time with you, just sitting here, listening to you talk about your interests and the world.
He’s always liked this about you—how your eyes turn into stars when you speak about a topic you like or do something that amazes you.
“So, what’s on today's schedule?”
You’re back inside your shared tent, after checking that Felix and Changbin have already fallen asleep in their own.
Minho frowns, “Schedule. Yeah. Well, I think you were a little too bold last time, hm? Teasing me like that just to fall right into submission the moment I tease you back?”
He’s going all in from the start. You’re in for a night.
“That’s so not true. I can be the dominant one too.”
Minho snickers, “I’d love to see you try. Despite that, you can be the one doing all the work and still be the submissive part.”
“Really?”
You weren’t aware of that. Well, you’ve never quite thought about it but the fact that Minho talks so openly about it and creates a safe space once again, makes you feel so comfortable and, of course, makes him even more attractive than he already is.
“Yeah. Dominance is about a certain dynamic, a role, if you will. Not what you physically do in bed,” he explains.
“Ah, okay. Well, then I’d like to be the… physically active part,” you confess.
He smirks, “I won’t say no to that. What do you have in mind?”
Take a deep breath. It’s gonna be okay. He’s here to help you, right?
“I liked… jerking you off… but I wanna learn more,” you admit with a small voice.
“More, hm? Why don’t you use your words like a big girl, huh?”
You roll your eyes and throw your head back. “Min…”
“Nah, we agreed that communication is key.” At least in bed. “So, tell me what you wanna do, yeah? It’s just me, remember?”
You nod, “Fine. I’d… Uhm, I’d like to suck you off.”
“Sure, baby.”
That’s how you find yourself kneeling in front of Minho a minute later. The tent is quite cramped, you can’t deny that. But you couldn’t care less. Not when he stares down at you like this, his piercing gaze hypnotising you. Your hands wander up his muscular thighs—making you think back to how amazing it felt riding them—going farther upwards until one of your palms lands on his crotch.
He’s already hard. You haven’t even done anything and Minho is already hard as rock. Why do you have such an effect on him? It doesn’t make any sense. You’re not exactly good at what you’re doing or at least you lack experience to scientifically evaluate this, right? Why is his body reacting to you so quickly then?
Because he’s in love with you, the subconscious part of your brain screams at you but you don’t hear it. You’re way too focused on something else anyway. Minho’s hand lands on your head, guiding you closer to his bulge and he chuckles.
“Come on, princess. Be a good girl and show me what you’ve got, hm?”
“Just start like last time, yeah? I’m sure I’ll like anything you do.” Why’s he flirting with you?
You nod, seizing your hand around his length, before you start pumping him. Minho hisses, throwing his head back from the little amount of motions you do. His grip tightens, when he tilts your head upwards, his gaze fixated on your face. You stare up at him with the eyes of a doll, while he feels himself grow even harder. You look so fucking adorable and he’s dying to be the one to ruin you, shape you just for his pleasure although you’re doing this for another guy and in the back of his mind he knows that quite well but pretending feels nice for a moment.
“I like it when…” he suddenly gets nervous. Minho knows exactly what he likes in bed. Although he hasn’t been with that many women. There was Areum and one high school girlfriend before his ex—yes, you’re the third girl he’s ever been in love with, believe it or not, and the second person he’s ever slept with. Yet, he calls himself a tutor, huh?
“Tell me what you like, baby,” you encourage him, being quite surprised about your sudden confidence.
“Start slowly. Just with some licks. I’ll guide you through it when I’m ready, yeah?” Minho has been ready for the past five or ten minutes now. Hell, even before you began this. But he can’t risk to come within seconds when it’s the first time you’re doing this.
However, you follow his advice and soon kitten licks erupt on his length, before you add a longer stripe to his shaft, making sure to keep eye contact. You’re gonna be the death of him, that Minho is sure of. He enters a state of pure trance then, watching you do what you seem to be naturally good at. Or it’s just his stupid heart and his stiffening cock speaking. It’s embarrassing what an effect you have on him. No one has ever achieved this. A simple look from you is enough to make him question everything he’s ever believed in. If someone told him two and two makes five, he wouldn’t even question it anymore at this point.
Minho catches himself, before he guides your mouth towards his tip.
“Whenever you’re r-ready, princess.”
It’s adorable how he’s stuttering and it gives you even more confidence, so you take the first few centimetres in. His length passes your lips before they wrap around it, letting him slide in deeper. Minho helps you with his hand showing you how to move, when you take him in and out, your head bobbing up and down. And when he watches you drooling all over him, obviously relishing the feeling of his dick inside your warm and wet hole, he takes the upper hand in this again.
You look perfect like this. Saliva is dripping down to the tent’s floor but none of you cares about it. You’re rolling your eyes to the back of your head, letting the sensation of being so close to Minho take over you.
“I’ve never expected you to enjoy sucking cock that much, baby,” Minho says, knowing damn well he won’t be able to hold back for that much longer.
“Is it… is it okay if I come inside your mouth?” he asks, not expecting anything from it. At this point, he would even thank you if you decided to edge him and deny him any orgasm for the rest of the night.
You hastily nod, encouraging him, while you continue with your movements. A little later, Minho allows the feeling to fully take over him, when he reaches that sweet sensation of pure ecstasy. His warm liquids shoot into your mouth and you make sure to swallow every single drop. You’re in trance too, watching Minho become absolutely powerless for you and you’ve never seen a more beautiful scenery like this, despite the fact that the night sky is right outside.
He suddenly comes to a halt and carefully slips his softening cock out of you, before he pulls his pants back up. Minho falls down to his knees, swiping away a few droplets of his come, before he places the sweetest kiss on the top of your head that earth has ever witnessed.
It’s in the middle of the night when Minho suddenly wakes up, feeling you attached to his body.
You fell asleep together. Right. Just after your little encounter, he took care of you and tucked you into your sleeping bag. He must have dozed off right away too.
He checks his phone, watching the time read 01:43. Then, he sees a message from his sister from not that long ago. The protective older brother he is, he instantly panicks and opens the chat.
[ Sis 🙄 ]: I didn’t wanna tell you this Min but I unfortunately value you a bit too much although you’re the most annoying brother on this planet.
He immediately replies.
[ Minho ]: What is it? Are you alright?
And when he reads the message, he realises that his sister isn’t in trouble but someone else definitely is.
[ Sis 🙄 ]: Hyunjin asked me out on a date. Despite the fact that I am not interested in him AT ALL and have only ever seen him as a friend I think you should know. Or Y/N should know, to be precise. I’m sorry. 😕
His heart sinks and then crashes into a billion tiny pieces.
[ Minho ]: Thank you for telling me. 🫂
He needs to talk to someone about it and find out how to tell you this nightmare of a story. Minho will protect you. Even if it means breaking the contract and telling Jisung about it tomorrow.
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😭😭 he bought her the necklace.. 🥺🍇
