SUMMARY : you really liked it when hyunjin came over to spend some time with your boyfriend, but today wasn't the good time because minho was needy. but luckily for him, you only want to satisfy him, no matter if hyunjin is still here.
-> pairing : bf!minho x fem!reader ft. hyunjin
-> words count : 1.7k
-> genre : smut
-> warnings : dom!minho x sub!reader, free use, voyeurism, use of 'kitten', 'slut', 'whore' & 'good girl', dirty talk, fingering, teasing, praising, biting, begging, spanking, unprotected sex
+ the way i'm depicting minho & hyunjin does not represent them, it's only a work of fiction
-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.
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Your relationship with Minho was a secret to absolutely no one. Both of you had always been very open about it, and even if he wasn’t the most demonstrative boyfriend in public, he often had one hand on you or reminded you of his presence by kissing your lips or your temple tenderly from time to time. Thus, your friends weren’t really used to Minho’s big public display of affections, always leading to them gasping or fake gagging whenever he would kiss you or slip his arm around your waist. But you both liked it that way, preferring to keep the love for your private sphere, when it was only the two of you, alone.
Though you had a contract - an agreement - that whenever Minho wanted you, he could get you without asking for it. He thrived on making you cum when you were having dinner with all his friends around and neither of them suspected anything. He loved knowing he could just make up an excuse to leave a party early and then fuck you in the car without you complaining about it because you loved it just as much. And most of all, he craved this feeling of belonging : it made him feel like you were completely his, like you let him think for you and use you whenever he pleased because you had that much trust in him. He loved that and it never stopped him from getting your pussy.
So Hyunjin’s presence wouldn’t be disturbing him. Yes, maybe he had forgotten that he had proposed that he came to your apartment to watch a new movie the three of you liked. Yes, maybe that what was supposed to be only a few kisses turned into an intense makeout session that made him hard and wanting more. And yes, maybe that he had much more self-control usually, but there was just something about you, about the way you looked so cosy and so… So wifey today that made him want to mark you, be deep in you. And yes, he did groan in defeat when he heard Hyunjin knocking at the door. But you just chuckled as you got off his lap, as if your panties weren’t damp as hell right now.
“- Don’t be a baby, he’s only gonna be here for a couple of hours, that’s all. And after that, I’ll be all yours.”
Minho mumbled out a yes, but in the back of his mind, his plan was already forming. After all, he was really close to Hyunjin. He had known him for years and he knew he would never steal his girl. Never. And Minho had enough trust in you to know that you wouldn’t leave him, that you loved him as much as he loved you. Moreover, he knew that Hyunjin was a freak, if his drunken confessions about his sex life and fantasies were anything to go by. So what was the harm in fucking you in front of one of his closest friend ?
Hyunjin noticed right away that Minho seemed to be much more handsy than usual with you - he was all cuddled up to you on the couch, his hands slipped under your oversized shirt and caressing your skin, his lips on yours every two minutes. It was unusual, but maybe he was trying to make up for something he did wrong by being extra sweet ? And anyway, it wasn’t any of his business. However, it started to be when Minho wouldn’t stop licking into your mouth. And he seemed so shameless about it too. Hyunjin turned his head away to focus back on the movie, trying to ignore the slurping sounds and your hums of pleasure.
“- Minho…
- What ? Didn’t you promise to let me use you whenever I want, kitten ?”
Hyunjin could see you biting your lips in his peripheral vision and then nodding eagerly. He could see Minho’s smirk as he pulled you to sit on his lap, his mouth immediately returning to yours and his hands finding their spot on your ass that he didn’t hesitate to squeeze, the action making you whine against his mouth. Hyunjin desperately tried to stay focused on the movie still playing on TV, but his throbbing erection was really distracting.
Maybe he should've left the two of you alone when Minho laid you down on the couch and got rid of your shorts and underwear. Maybe he should have found an excuse to run away and leave you alone. But something was holding him back, something was telling him that he should stay right where he was. His cheeks were burning red, but he didn’t dare look at what was happening, even if your moans and Minho’s dirty speech was enough for him to understand what was happening.
“- You’re such a nasty girl, kitten… You love my fingers don’t you ?
- Y-Yes, so much Min.”
Minho’s smirk widened as he heard your whimpered and breathless answer. He loved to have you squirming underneath him only because of his fingers or his mouth, and he loved it even more knowing you were willing to let him do all of this while Hyunjin was there - hearing and maybe also watching everything. It wasn’t so much about the exhibition or showing you off, it was just the trust you had in him to let him finger you in such a situation.
“- So dirty but so pretty…”
He was teasing you by murmuring the words right against the sensitive skin of your neck, blowing off air on it but never kissing, never licking, never marking you. You whined as Minho licked a path from your collarbone up to your ear, chuckling at how sensitive you were, at how tight you clenched around his fingers at the actions.
“- You’re literally dripping, kitten. Do you want to cum.”
You nodded eagerly, your eyes closed shut because the pleasure was overwhelming - his dirty words, his fingers hitting your sweet spot like it was a second nature, his thumb circling your clit in calculated motions to make you lose your mind and the whole situation - everything was getting too much. But Minho didn’t seem to be satisfied by your answer as he bit down on your neck.
“- Words kitten. You know what to say if you want to cum.
- Please, Min ! Please, I want to cum, need it so bad, please…
- Much better. Good girl.”
Minho kept his path going, adding just a little bit more pressure on your clit that was enough to make you moan out his name and clench hard around his fingers, your thighs trembling on each side of him as he looked at the way you unravelled with an insatiable hunger in his eyes. At this point, Hyunjin was unable to follow the plot of the movie anymore, your sounds of pleasure overpowering whatever the characters were talking about on the screen, and his length leaking and drawing a damp spot on his grey sweatpants weren’t helping him to stay focused either.
He could hear the lewd sounds again as Minho came up to your mouth to french kiss you after having licked your essence off of his fingers. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to you, his clothed boner pressing against your bare cunt, the friction making the both of you sigh in relief.
“- Need me in you kitten ? Does your greedy cunt need more ?
- Please… Please, I need your cock, Min…
- Fuck… You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Upon your approval, Minho didn’t waste a second to push you down on the floor, your forearms resting on top of the coffee table, your back arched to present your exposed ass and cunt to Minho’s avid eyes. He playfully slapped your cheeks, making you jolt forward and yelp in surprise. And now, Hyunjin couldn’t pretend to not know anything, to not see anything as your head was resting on your arms, your face turned his way and your eyes boring into his as Minho pushed his length inside of you. Your ecstatic face made Hyunjin gulp down the saliva pooling in his mouth at the view. From his half-turned position in the armrest, he couldn’t see the way his friend was pounding into you, but the way you were sliding forward with every thrust, and the way each one of them had you moaning was more than enough for his imagination to go wild.
“- You’re so tight kitten… You’re enjoying this, don’t you ?”
Only a moan answered him, and his smirk widened at your desperate state. He loved it when he rendered you unable to do something other than whine and beg for him. And he loved it even more when you were so shameless about it. He could see Hyunjin’s boner deforming his sweatpants, and he could see the way his gaze couldn’t help but drift to you every so often. Minho landed another slap on your ass, making you get even louder in response.
“- What did I say, slut ? Words.
- Y-Yes ! F-Feels so good, so good Min !
- You want to cum, don’t you ?
- Please, please let me… Please, I need it…”
You were almost cross-eyed, but you didn't stop looking at Hyunjin. And you didn’t know if it was the whole situation getting to your head or the pleasure overtaking your brain, but you enjoyed watching Hyunjin’s desperate state. He was too shy to fully touch himself, but he couldn’t help the way he was moving around, the way his cock was brushing against his clothes barely providing friction and making him grow even needier.
“- Go on. Cum on my cock like the whore you are.”
And maybe Minho was right, maybe you truly were a whore because his command paired with the way Hyunjin couldn’t seem to look away did it for you. Your moans elevated in high-pitched cries of pleasure as you came, your thighs trembling and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. And maybe that Hyunjin was a bit of a whore too, because when you opened your eyes again, you saw that the damp spot on his sweatpants had drastically increased. Your gaze crossed his, and as Minho shot his load inside of you with a deep grunt, you both sighed in pleasure. Maybe you were a whore, but your boyfriend liked it that way.
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✷hunger games au! based on the scene in mockingjay part 2 (the film), novel by Suzanne Collins
✷alerts: kissing, violence, injuries, murder/ mentions of torture, weapons, flashbacks, this was supposed to be a timestamp but I got carried away..
Panem is your home. Your world even. But when you go to bed at night, you always resist the reasons why you exist in it. You feel as if you don’t deserve to sleep, deserve to be comfortable. Your memories of sneaking past the gate with Chan, bows and arrows in your hands almost seems like a distant memory. When you entered the 74th hunger games, you and minho had gotten picked on the first go. You were thankful that you could rely on Chan, your childhood friend to protect the rest of your family from peacekeepers. Coming back from the games made you distaste the idea of being happy. You killed innocent children and teenagers so you could survive. It haunts you at night.
Sometimes, your memories and your nightmares blur together. You have to remember the little details to keep them in the back of your mind or they’ll become things that will consume your soul. Images of dead bodies, crimson stained on your hands, the sound of people’s screams- they’ve become too familiar. It’s not a good thing that you just accept it now.
Even if you refuse it, people will kill people for what they want. Humans can be selfish and can be cruel as long as they obtain their desires. When did everything turn wrong? The games? The war? The capital? Maybe this was inevitable- bound to happen by human nature through greed for power. The one person that is responsible is President Snow. After you, Minho, and the others got airlifted out of the 75th hunger games, they took Minho from you. They took Minho and the other tributes and made them into monsters. They knew that you loved Minho and he loved you. Snow made him into the capital’s mutt sent to kill you. Through fear conditioning and tracker-jacker venom, they turned him into a flesh weapon by manipulating his memories to hate you and the resistance. He was human but he wasn’t himself, not when he reacted so violently to your simple presence. He wasn’t your Minho anymore.
Now, you were here. You, Chan, Minho, and the rest of your troop rested in a random lobby before setting off to advance towards the front lines. You all were ordered by Alma Coin to make propaganda for the rebellion for the purpose of rallying the districts. Instead, you had other plans in mind. You were bloodthirsty for what the capital had done to you and the people you loved, erasing their true selves. You were going to kill Snow and no one was going to stop you from doing so. The only person you told your plan was to Chan because he caught you stashing extra gear in your sack. He always had a knack for catching on quickly, plans cooking in your mind.
<nightwatch>
Commander Boggs walks over, motioning to you and Chan, “y/n and Chan, you’re first on nightwatch.”
“Yes sir.”
Chan sits on the dirt outside of the building where you and your unit are resting, patting the spot next to him while he rests his gun on his chest, “You’re not sly, you know? I caught you stashing more arrows earlier today.”
You lean your back on the wall of the building, “Yeah, well, you always caught me when we were kids.”
Chan runs a hand through his obsidian hair, a smirk gracing his pink lips, “So, what’s the plan?”
You roll your eyes at him, taking off your bow due to how uncomfortable it was on your back. “The plan is that you’re staying here. I’m heading towards Snow’s mansion. I’m not losing you too.”
Chan shakes his head lightly, “I can’t do that. I swore to your mom I’d protect you- it’s a suicide mission. Even so, you don’t have the holo that tells you where Snow’s traps are. You wouldn’t get far.”
You stare at him irritated, “I can figure something out Chan. Maybe I can go on top of the buildings.”
“How? There are pods there too.”
Your hand curls into a fist as you hit the ground, “I can’t keep waiting. As long as Snow is alive, he’ll keep destroying everything good and no one will be safe in the end!”
Suddenly, Chan pulls you immediately close to him, his gloved hands on your arms. He grips you tight but not too tight to where it hurts you. He’s always been gentle that way. Your face is just centimetres away from his. You memorize the features you’ve known all your life, his hair slightly ruffled from running his fingers through it. The scars and knicks in his face from fighting and the way his sharp features are illuminated under the moon makes your heart beat even quicker. He flicks his dark, pointed eyes to your lips, eyeing them hungrily in anticipation.
“Chan?”
Without any warning, Chan crashes his lips onto yours, molding them together in desperate fervor. His eyes are screwed shut, savoring every bit of taste of salt and sweetness he tastes on you. His lips are a bit drier but still warm and soft, your hand pressed smoothly to the curve of his cheek. His nose bumps against yours like he’s been waiting his whole life to kiss you, his hands on the side of your face. It ends as soon as it starts when Chan pulls away from you. He looks sad, somber even, “Do you love me?”
You squeeze the bicep of his muscular arm, “You know how I feel about you. I told you back in 12.”
Chan snaps his head up at you, “But you love Minho more. You can never let go of him no matter how much the capitol has turned him against you. Right?”
You sit there silently. Your brows are furrowed, your lips parted. You’re never sure of what to say when Chan tells you how much he loves you. You love him, but you’ve grown to love Minho too. No words escape past your swollen lips, ghosted by Chan's kiss.
“That’s what I thought. I never stand a chance against him.”
“Chan- wait-”
Chan ignores you, picking up his gun when he stands, “It’s okay y/n. I’m okay.”
Walking away, you can’t bring yourself to follow after him. No matter how many times you deny it, he’s right. You can’t kill Minho. You can’t forget him. Even if he’s the one who wants to take your life at the hands of Snow, you can’t do it.
When morning comes, you and your unit set out to move forward. You walk through the abandoned closely, Commander Boggs wary of any pods and traps set by the Capitol. You all manage to make it a courtyard that’s surrounded by capitol apartment buildings- once filled my poshy, elite citizens.
“Wait. There’s a pod here. Split right and left.”
You all follow Boggs’s instructions, half of your group hiding behind one pillar and the other half on the other side.
You yell, “Take cover!”
You shoot one single arrow through it, it triggers machine guns to grow out of the walls and obliterate the entire pathway if anyone were to be standing there. Your fellow soldiers flinch from the gunfire, bullets ricocheting off the ground and off the buildings. When you turn to look in front of you, you see Minho muttering inconsistent words to himself- his eyes hysterical from the fear conditioning. He bangs his temple against the butt of his gun from the lack of control he has on his thoughts. It makes you feel guilty, the fact that Minho was taken by the capitol while you were rescued. You wish it were the other way around. But it isn’t.
“All clear!”
You all rise, eyes still on the pod in case of any more sudden movements. You never know with Snow, you can’t ever be too careful. Walking through the archway, Boggs is the first to go up in the air, an explosion shooting up from past the archway.
Cressida, one of your fellow soldiers makes her way to Boggs, “Hold on!”
You follow her too, your grip on your bow tightening, “Boggs? Hey!”
He stares up at you wide-eyed, out of breath as he tries to bite through the pain of his legs being blown off by the pod. He shoves the holo into your hands, “Transfer security clearance to y/n.”
“Wait-what are you-?”
“Take it. Head towards capital headquarters- do what you need to do.”
You hesitantly take the holo from him, Cressida kneeling next to you, her shoulders slumped, “Boggs is gone.”
Before you can lift your commander’s dead body, you hear the sound of gears grinding as two entrances behind you and in front of you enclose your troop within the plaza. You shove the holo into your bag, placing an arrow on the string of your bow.
Chan screams, “Everyone, get out! There’s more traps!”
From one end of the courtyard, black tar flows out in tsunami-like waves- the black liquid clashing as high as some of the buildings that surround the square. You make a break for it, your heart beating fast from the running. Cressida and Pollux, two of your fellow soldiers fire into the doorway of the building in front of them as they usher everyone up the stairs. Before you can catch up, you feel a figure toss you to the ground- grunting as they try to shove you into the obsidian tar. When you register who it is, you almost want to deny that it’s Minho who is trying to kill you. In a flash, Chan tackles him off of you, holding him back with the strength of his arms. You scream, “Hurry the fuck up! Please!”
Miraculously, Chan still keeps his stronghold on Minho, dragging him towards the rest of the group as the tar gets dangerously close to your feet. Cressida’s shoving the three of you on, “Hurry! Go!”
When the four of you dash up the stairs, the black liquid starts to flood the entire bottom floor as it starts to rise higher and higher and you’re almost certain that it will drown you all. Leaping towards the next flight of stairs, you realize that half of it is broken off- no one is able to pass through. Your whole unit backs up against the wall in hopes that the tar stops rising. Somehow, in time, it does. Still, you don’t feel relieved.
Commander Briggs, a stern woman and in second in command to Boggs narrows her eyes at you, “Y/n, give me the holo.”
You pull it out of your sack, “Boggs transferred security clearance to me.”
Briggs pulls her gun on you, cocking the device, “I’m not asking twice.”
Chan steps in front of you, “Peacekeepers will be here any minute. If they didn’t know our location, they do now. Y/n is not the enemy.”
Cressida adds, “I saw it, Boggs gave her the authority.”
You press your fingers to Chan’s crossbow to get him to lower it, “I’m on special orders from Coin. My mission is to assassinate President Snow.”
Briggs laughs maniacally, “I don’t believe that for a second. Why would Boggs give you clearance?”
Jisung announces, “Because he believed in her.”
All Briggs can do is nod. You can tell the gears are churning in her brain, she pauses before she speaks. She lowers her gun, sheathing it back in her holster, “Fine. Lead the way, y/n.”
Swiftly, you all cross the courtyard, passing Boggs’s tar covered body that’s been severed in half by the explosion before entering one of the apartment buildings in the square. Making it up the stairs, you find an abandoned penthouse suite that was occupied by some elitist family in the capitol. Briggs’s voice is cold and direct, “Everyone shut the curtains now. We will be taking refuge here and setting off tomorrow morning. Be prepared to encounter Snow and his defense forces.”
Minho abruptly speaks, “You should just kill me now. I tried to murder y/n. It’s only a matter of time before I snap again.”
You swear you don’t move. You can’t move your feet and you can't feel your fingertips. It’s true, Minho tried to toss you into the tar- waiting for that chance to eliminate you. Chan angrily walks forward to Minho, his crossbow still in hand, “Maybe I should because you don’t deserve to live after what you did.”
You run in between them, holding Chan back, “Don’t Chan. He’s just hijacked. Let’s not do this right now.”
Briggs answers immediately, “We’ll just restrain you for now.”
Chan looks like he wants to argue but instead he backs off, shaking his head. He shuts his mouth and retreats back to the corner where the red-cushioned couches are. Within the next hour or so, you lay on the carpet by the television, rolled onto your side. As always, you can’t sleep. You try to shut your eyes in hopes that you can but of course, to no avail. You hear two familiar sounding voices from behind you, you recognize them to belong to Minho and Chan. They sit in the corner as they drink out of their canisters of water. You pretend as if you’re asleep.
Minho says in a softer tone,“You know she loves you right?”
“She might love me but not in the way she loves you. I’ve kissed her and she never kisses me like she had with you in the games.”
“Chan, that was just an act-”
“No, it isn’t. Anyone watching her can see, she still cares about you. All I know is y/n will choose whoever she can’t live without.”
Minho goes silent. You suspect that all he can do is nod at Chan’s comment.
When night time falls, you sit up from being exhausted from tossing and turning. To your surprise, Minho sits by you, back against the wall. You’re startled that he’s still awake.
“Can’t sleep?” You ask him shakily. You try your best to hide it but you know that your trembling fingers are obvious.
Minho blinks once and slowly, crimson film glossing over the cut on his cheek, “I never really do anymore.”
You make your way to the wall, still keeping a good distance away from Minho. You two say nothing for a while. Minho scratches the back of his neck, his voice making you snap your head up from picking at the threads of the carpet.
“You know, my memories are getting better. They’re not crystal but they’re there.”
Looking to him, you sigh, “I wish it was me instead of you.”
Minho shakes his head, biting his lower lip, “Nothing you could’ve done. Besides, the capitol tortured me. They changed the images of my memories by altering them, making me confused about what’s real and what isn’t. They’ve made me want to kill you for them.”
You’re silent, unsure of the right words. Minho’s eyes glint under the dim lighting of the suite, not too bright but not too faded either. It’s reminded you of his kindness and warmth when you kept each other alive during the games. You miss him. The real him.
Then, Minho starts to hit his head on the back against the wall, “I can’t do this. Please, y/n. I can’t live like this. Just end it here so you’ll never have to see me again. I’m not safe.”
Everything wrong with Minho seems to fade to the background. In your head, you’d always envision that moment when you found him in a cave during the first hunger games and how he got supplies for you because you were injured. You scoot over to sit next to him, his blabbering halting the moment you enter his close proximity. You whisper to him, careful not to wake anyone else, “Minho, stay with me. I need you, okay?”
Minho pauses before nodding reluctantly, “Always.”
Your turn your head back to face the living room full of sleeping bodies on the ground. Your eyes land on Chan’s figure, he still has his hand on his bow even when he’s asleep. What you least expect is you feel Minho’s fingers on your chin as he turns you to face him closely. Minho leans in, his voice laced with fear, “You love me, real or not real?”
“Real.”
A silver spark in Minho’s eyes returns, the same ones who volunteered for your sister during the selection. Within the next few seconds, Minho presses his lips firmly onto yours. At first, you’re scared to kiss him back. You’re scared he’ll snap again and put everything and everyone at risk. Still, you remember Chan’s words: you can never let him go. It’s too difficult. For a brief moment, it feels like you’re not in the middle of a war. It feels like it’s just you and Minho, sitting in a field of overgrown forest weeds on a summer day. It’s not a deep kiss, not pressing nor urgent like you had with Chan but it doesn’t lack the significance either. It’s slow burning and gentle, hesitant but necessary. Minho moves back a bit, eyelashes fluttering, opening his eyes to you. The sweet, intimate moment is very short-lived when you hear bombs exploding outside and Chan is the first one to leap up from his place. Disoriented, his eyes lie on you and Minho before he turns away disappointingly, peering out the window.
He huffs, “Everyone get up, the games are about to begin.”
SUMMARY : as far as you remembered, christmas had always been your least favourite holidays. maybe it was because you couldn't find one happy christmas memory. or maybe it was because you just didn't like it. anyways, you always managed to work on that night to avoid gatherings with your family. except that this year, minho is working with you on christmas night, that you cannot stand him and that for some reasons, an electricity shortage forces you to spend too much time with him.
-> warnings (w. some spoilers of the plot) : mentions of family issues, self-depreciation, miscommunication trope, teasing, elevator sex, jealousy, soft dom!minho x sub!reader, biting, marking, use of 'kitten', dirty talk, fingering, bit of possessiveness, begging, praising, minho's asking consent and it's sexy, oral (f. receiving), a bit of dry humping, they're both emotionally constipated
+ the way i'm depicting minho does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.
-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni
-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language
-> author's note : well... i am a bit late, but better letter than never, no ? jokes aside, i adored writing this fic, i always love writing for minho anyways and this trop suited him so well... i hope you'll like it just as much, and merry christmas !
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As far as you remembered, Christmas had always been your least favourite holiday. Maybe it was because you couldn't find one happy Christmas memory. Growing up, Christmas had always meant being caught in the middle of endless, pointless arguments and screaming matches, always meant being the target of all the critics and all the mean words you didn’t deserve. And even if now, you had loving friends willing to spend the holidays with you, you just couldn’t erase these souvenirs.
So as soon as you started to work, you always managed to work on Christmas day. All your coworkers were thankful for your “sacrifice”, and you couldn't be happier to help them and yourself out. Suffering from the stupidity of customers was better than suffering from the stupidity of your family. Except that this year, Minho was scheduled to work with you, and you almost regretted not agreeing to your mother’s proposal to come to the family gathering. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Minho, it was just that you couldn’t stand him at all.
Why ? Well, he was cocky, overconfident, and always thought he was right. You had been part of the company for years, and then this new guy could come in and do better than you in only a few months ? Yeah, that pissed you off. And since Minho seemed to be in the mood to tease, you decided to play in his game. You started to talk back when he mocked you, made every project a competition between the two of you until you truly resented him. And from the way he looked at you like he wanted to kill you, you guessed he hated you too.
The only light sources were coming from yours and Minho’s laptops and desk lamps, the rest of the office was dark, only intensifying your desire to sleep. You sighed as you hung up from your last call of the night. Your duty period was over, you were free to go home and you fully intended to do so. Your plans for the rest of the night were to get take out from your favourite Chinese restaurant, settle on the couch with a blanket, your food and your cat, and fall asleep in front of your favourite movie without a worry in the world.
You practically hadn’t said a word to Minho the whole night, but of course, he got off work at the same time as you. And as you were walking towards the elevator, you could feel him following after you. You sighed as you pressed the call button, the doors opening slowly in front of you. You stepped into the elevator, and pressed on the first floor button. Minho walked in right after you, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of yours. You felt him glance at you, but you didn’t reciprocate, didn’t look at him, didn’t say a word to him. What use would that be ?
Suddenly, the elevator came to an abrupt stop. You nearly tripped over your own feet, holding yourself up at the last second against the wall. The lights flickered for a few moments before shutting down as well, and the digital numbers on top of the door were stuck on three. You groaned as you immediately understood what was happening.
“- Seriously ? It had to be now ?”
You were muttering under your breath but Minho must have heard you because he groaned in agreement by your side. The elevator breakdown had almost made you forget about him. The darkness surrounded both of you, and you carefully took a few steps towards the control panel before a hand on your arm stopped you. You turned around, and even in the obscurity, you could see Minho and his eyes shining. A few seconds passed before he let go of your arm and broke the eye contact, reaching for his phone in his pocket and turning the flashlight on.
“- You would’ve broken your ankle.”
His comment seemed like a cover up, and only then did you finally take a deep breath. You turned around again and finally reached the control panel, Minho standing right beside you and holding his phone so you could see what button would help you. After a few seconds, you identified the emergency button and pressed on it.
“- Emergency services, what can we do for you ?
- Yes, hello, my name is Y/N L/N, I’m working at the JYPE Company and I am currently stuck into the elevator with one of my coworkers.
- Ah… Well, since it’s Christmas night, I fear we’re gonna need a while to get to you and be able to solve the issue, ma’am.
- How long are we talking ?
- Maybe a few hours ? I am really sorry, ma’am, I’ll send you someone as quickly as possible.”
You sighed as the technician hung up the call, and Minho was porting the same annoyed expression as you. You walked back to the wall you were initially leaning against, settling down on the floor since you were apparently going to be stuck in here for way longer than you thought. Minho took his place on the opposite side of you again, turning off his flashlight and plunging you both back into the darkness of the elevator. You sighed again as you cancelled your take out order, really regretting not going to the Christmas gathering this time.
“- Why are you whining like that ? It’s not like you were going to spend Christmas with anybody.”
Minho’s teasing usually was pretty harmless, and he couldn’t know your reasons to be working tonight, but still, you couldn’t resist the urge to send him a death glare, nor the way your heart clenched in your chest at his remark because he was not so far from the truth. You scoffed to hide the slight hurt, and you replied in the same cutting tone.
“- It’s none of your business Lee. And why are you here too anyway ? Don’t you have a little family to see ?”
Even in the dark, you could see Minho looking at you. Your vision was getting clearer, your eyes getting used to the shadows, and you could distinguish his silhouette and the way his face hardened.
“- It’s none of your business either, L/N.”
Silence fell back onto the two of you, heavier than it had ever been before, and it was almost like you could feel it pressing down on you.
“- My parents don’t live in the country anymore, and my mom has had health problems this year, so she didn’t take the plane to not take any risks.”
Minho’s words breaking the ice almost made you jump in place, and you looked back at him. His face was turned away from yours, staring at the elevator door, and his fingers were playing with the hem of his scarf - that thing he always did when he was a little nervous. His sudden vulnerability made you feel a bit guilty about your dry answer, and you looked down at your feet as you spoke up again.
“- I don’t have… A good relationship with my family, it’s really complicated. That’s why I’m working on Christmas night each year. It gives me an excuse to not go.”
Silence, again. But this time, you could feel Minho looking at you, and you raised your head to look at him too. It seemed like something softer crossed his eyes, something entirely not him, but also something that made you feel a bit better, without knowing why.
“- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it worse.”
The words seemed foreign coming out of his mouth, but at the same time, he was still holding your gaze, and the sincerity dripping from his voice made you feel like he was telling the truth. You let out a little laugh under your breath, and you heard his clothes shuffling, and his presence by your side when he sat back down.
“- What’s so funny ?”
His tone was lighter, almost relaxed despite the situation, despite the fact that he was supposed to hate you. And there was this signature smirk of his stretching out his lips when you turned your head to the side to look at him again.
“- You, apologizing. It’s… Unusual. Are you kind with me because it’s Christmas or is that one of your New Year’s resolutions ?
- I’m kind to the people who deserve it. And you’re not kind to me either Y/N, are you ?”
The darkness surrounding the two of you and the knowledge that you wouldn’t be bothered for at least a few more hours made him braver than he usually was when it came to his feelings, when it came to his relation to you. You didn’t stop looking at him, his already handsome features accentuated by the darkness projecting charming shadow all over his sculpted face.
“- Maybe I’m not. You’re just… Too good at what you do, it feels like all the efforts I have been putting into this job for years don’t count compared to you. Hard to be kind to someone who makes you feel like you’re not enough.”
You masked the real hurt behind your words with a little laugh, suddenly feeling a little too self aware of the confession you were making to him. Maybe that the darkness got you brave too. Minho stayed silent for a few seconds, and when he talked again, his voice sounded softer.
“- I don’t hate you, you know ? You’re really good at what you do… And I was new, so I had to prove myself, to prove that I could be just as good as you were, as you are. You’re enough, Y/N. More than enough.”
Your head rested on your knees, and you turned your head to the side to be able to look at him. He was much closer than what you imagined. But contrary to what it should’ve ignited in you, it felt warm and comforting.
“- Is that one of your other New Year’s resolutions ?
- No… It’s the truth. You’re amazing, and not just at your job.”
And again, silence. But this one, it was comfortable, you almost wanted to bask in it. Your eyes fell into his, and strangely, your heart started to beat faster.
“- I don’t hate you either… I’m just… A bit jealous, I guess. Because you’re amazing too, and not just at your job.”
That soft look in his eyes hadn’t left him, and you had to admit he looked even better like that. It was a secret to absolutely no one that Minho was handsome. Ever since he arrived at the company, he had been the subject of all the gossip from your coworkers. They spent their time wondering if he had a partner or how such a pretty boy could be single. But you always stayed away from these conversations, you always tried to ignore how attracted to him you were because it was easier to hate him this way. But right now, all alone in the dark with him, it was way harder to keep these barriers up.
“ - Is it so bad that we don’t hate each other ?”
Minho looked at you intently for a few seconds without saying anything. Instead, he scooted even closer to you, his face now inches away from yours. You didn’t flinch, didn’t back away when he lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek, nor when his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.
“- No… I don’t think so…
- Good.”
That was his last word before he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you stayed frozen for a few seconds. And then, you simply melted into the kiss. Your own hand found its way to Minho’s cheek, pulling him closer to you until all you could feel were his lips against yours and the heat of his body. And his kisses felt so good, making your head spin with want, making you question why you fought against your attraction for so long.
Soon enough, you felt his tongue against your lips, as if asking for permission. And you opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, letting him slowly lay you down onto the cold elevator floor, one hand holding up your head and the other one resting on your waist over your clothes. Your own hands slid from his cheeks to his hair, tangling up in the strands and making him sigh against your mouth. His kisses derived from your mouth to your jaw, and you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. Minho didn’t waste time to latch onto your neck - kissing, licking and biting it. He surely left hickeys, but neither of you minded.
“- Minho… We shouldn’t…
- I don’t care… I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you.”
You finally opened your eyes, looking up at him and even in the obscurity, you could see the way his gaze had darkened. You gasped as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, his hands quickly making their way up from your knees to your inner thighs, beneath the tissue of your pleated skirt.
“- Really ?”
Minho didn’t answer right away. Instead, he busied himself with pulling down your black tights and helping you get out of your high heels boots, until you were almost naked and the cold air made you shiver. His hands immediately took their place back onto your thighs, squeezing them in between his palms and looking down at you as if he was hypnotized.
“- Yes, really. Every time we argued, I just wanted to push you against the wall and kiss you to shut you up, or bend you over my desk and fuck you in front of everyone.”
And he said all that like he was so unaffected, like it didn’t make you even wetter, like you hadn’t thought about that as well. And the way you bite down on your lips to keep your sounds under control didn’t go unnoticed. A smirk spread on Minho’s face as he slid his hands higher up your thighs, until he could push up your skirt and reveal your black panties, with a noticeable wet spot in the center.
“- You wanted that too, uh ? Is that why you kept fighting with me ? So I would punish you and make you shut that smart of yours ?”
Minho didn’t let you respond before he pressed his thumb against your clit over your panties, making you moan under your breath and try to get away from him. But he pinned your hips down with his other hand, effectively keeping you in place as he imposed rapid and unforgiven circles on your covered cunt.
“- Cat got your tongue, kitten ?”
The nickname didn’t help you gather your thoughts, nor to think of something clever to answer to him. And he had that infuriatingly hot smirk on his lips as he tortured you, not giving you more when he knew exactly what you wanted, when he already knew exactly what he did to you.
“- I was always right, you’re making up things…
- Oh yeah ? Then why are you so wet for me ? You don’t want my fingers Y/N ?”
You wanted to say no, wanted to keep up the act even if you both knew you wanted this just as much. But the way he was touching you, the way he was driving you crazy only allowed you to deny it by shaking your head. But Minho wasn’t having it. He leaned down, keeping his thumb pressed firmly against your clit until your legs trembled around him, until he could speak directly into your ear.
“- Say it, kitten. Say that you want it, say that you want me.”
Maybe the possessiveness in his tone was too much, maybe he shouldn’t get carried away like that, but you drove him mad too and he wanted more too, he wanted to know he wasn’t the only one going crazy. You moaned again, your cheeks heating up as you bucked your hips against his hand.
“- I want it Minho, I want you, please…”
Minho didn’t need more to finally push your panties to the side and let one of his fingers plunge into your heat. You moaned at the feeling, your back arching and your eyes closing, overwhelmed by the pleasure of finally having something inside of you. Minho sat back onto his knees, staring intently at your cunt, at the way you were taking his finger. Keeping his eyes on you, he pushed another, and you could feel yourself get wetter, could hear your whimpers echoing into the small space of the elevator.
“- Shit kitten, you look so good like this… Can I taste you ?”
You nodded eagerly, and Minho didn’t waste any more time to lean down and lick your clit. He stilled his fingers inside of you, pressing against the perfect spot to make you moan as he sucked on your clit. One of your hands found purchase in his hair again, keeping him pressed against your cunt. You threw your head back, your hips moving on their own against his face as he resumed the movement of his fingers. And the way you could feel him humming and sighing against your pussy, as if he enjoyed this as much as you, got you closer to your release, faster than you thought you could ever be able to.
“- Minho… I’m close…”
He only sucked harder around your clit, making you cry out his name louder. The wet noises were invading the elevator, and you could only hear that over your own sounds of pleasure. Suddenly, you felt Minho’s free hand pushing down onto your lower abdomen, and without having the time to warn him, you felt yourself cum. Your walls squeezed his fingers tighter, and you moaned even louder. You could almost see stars behind your closed eyelids as Minho lapped up every last drop of your juices.
When you opened your eyes again, he was holding himself up over you again, presenting the two fingers that had been inside of you to your mouth. You slowly took them, sucking them clean of your own release. And Minho groaned at the sight, leaning down to kiss you as soon as you let go of his fingers, sharing the taste of you on your tongues. His hands slid back down to your hips, pulling you impossibly close to him, until he could make you feel how hard he was in his pants. You bucked up your hips, whining into the kiss as Minho started to grind against your wet panties. You were starting to unbuckle his belt when the lights illuminated the small space again, and the elevator started to move again.
For a few seconds, you stared at each other with the same surprised expression. And then you scrambled to pull back your tights in place while Minho helped you put your shoes back on, both of you giggling like teenagers who got caught. As the door opened to the first floor and a technician that had probably managed to repair the elevator quicker than planned, you didn’t look like you just had gotten the best head of your life anymore.
As you and Minho finally walked out of the building, a kind of awkward silence had settled back between the two of you. You stood there, the wind blowing your hair in every direction, looking at him without knowing what to say. What were you supposed to do now ? How were you supposed to act now that you knew he didn’t hate you ? Now that you knew he was attracted to you as well ? Now that you knew how his kisses felt ?
“- Uhm… So, do you have plans for the rest of the night ?”
His question got you out of your thoughts, and Minho seemed just as nervous as you were ; he was rocking on his own feet, not looking at you anymore. And it was cute. Very cute.
“- I was about to go home, and eat in front of a movie with my cat. But… I could be tempted by something else.”
Your cheeks reddened, and not because of the cold. It was easy to give in to your desires, to let Minho get you off in an elevator. But it was way harder to be honest and admit that you liked him more than you ever imagined. But the small, soft smile on his lips made your heart beat faster, and made these stupid butterflies come alive in your stomach.
“- Maybe… I know this really good Chinese place, it’s open all night. And I know you like Chinese food. So, uhm, we could eat together. If you want to ?”
It was so unusual for Minho to be so unsure, to sound so uncertain. But he never knew how to communicate with you, how to get your attention. And now that he had it, well, he really didn’t want to fuck it up.
“- I very much want to Minho.”
You smiled at him, and he felt his ears get hotter. He led the way to the restaurant, and you fell into his walking rhythm by his side. And when he took your hand in his, claiming it was so you wouldn’t get too cold, both of you couldn’t help the dumb smiles on your faces.
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