i feel like a greedy bitch but can we get more perv!skz? im obsessed on how you wrote your han one!! ^^
💭....perv!leeknow
perv!leeknow who is obsessed with you but would never show it.
perv!leeknow who would never follow you from his main account but has a fake specifically made to stalk you, he even has your followers and following count memorised.
perv!leeknow who you think hates you from how much he just stares blankly at you and looks away when you smile, but he was just worried you'd catch him looking at your cleavage peaking through your top.
perv!leeknow who gets off to pictures of you every. single. time. even if its not provocative.
perv!leeknow who seems to be everywhere you go. at a coffee shop? he's behind you in line. at the mall? hes on the opposite side of the escalator. you swear you saw him outside your window once, he was gone when you blinked, though.
perv!leeknow who wishes he could touch you, but the only thing he can do are those "accidental" touches in passing.
perv!leeknow who kept an eye on your purse, and when you got up to get something, he quickly fumbled with it to get just anything that could remind him of you.
perv!leeknow who then got his hand on your little perfume you kept in your purse, quickly zipping it shut right before you walked in.
perv!leeknow who sprayed it everywhere. on his pillow, his covers, and on his wrist as he sniffed it on one hand and pumped himself with the other.
i would LOVE to read your vision of boyfriend by dove cameron....... but w minsung x reader 😏
OH MARSYYYY marsyyyy ajdbkskfla youuu how dare youu take my sleep away from me like thisssss kabfoqbfoskj i barely got to 300 words and i was like “yup. there’s no fucking way i’m not writing this.” so @lyramundana @stayconnecteed, pasarla muy bien mis amores bskdbakd id a la iglesia después
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄-𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒.
sum. gentlemen like them make for a better boyfriend, and minho and han will let you know as soon as you come over… they know first times pave the way for more.
yes, the cursive makes a cute lil sentence, kill me
wc. 5.6k (me cago en todo mars)
cw. suggestive, smut! cursive: a lifestyle, the restaurant scene came out really high-class? fem!reader x dom!simp!minho x sub!needy!jisung, the reader is cheating on her boyfriend, so many things happen (praise, degradation, hair pulling, thigh riding, dry humping, oral fixation, marking, mild choking, corruption kink, use of pet names, accidental orgasm denial, oral (f rec.), begging, fingering (f&m rec.) dirty talk, overstim, mild bondage, unprotected piv sex [don't!<3], creampie, breeding kink, dacryphilia). holy shit this is nasty man, aftercare (mandatory) and just have fun lovelies <3<3<3
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Minho has to breathe in, slowly as he smiles, a cat-like grin that has already threatened many people’s hearts, grabbing Jisung’s wrist and pulling him a bit closer.
His company that night —his company forever, if anyone bothered to ask or wanted to know— doesn’t ask why, merely tilts his head, watching, waiting.
“Twelve o’clock. Red and white dress.”
It’s a mumble that the older man makes with his eyes half closed, yet he opens them again after a beat of silence. He grunts, a low, whispered voice, not daring to interrupt the shy flow of music in the fine restaurant, but still takes Han’s chin in his hand, gripping it softly and tilting it a bit further to his left.
“That’s more like one o’clock— oh.” Minho doesn’t dare voice nor even question the way blood rushes to the deepest parts of his body when Jisung licks his lips and stares back at him, lowering his hand with a gentle touch that sets his skin ablaze.
He can’t help but let his eyes trail towards your figure again. The dress you’re wearing, a mix of colours that gingerly combines with that of their own suits, that clings to your shape in a way that threatens his own sanity and the stability of their plan, the impulse of running to you head first wondering what the crash would feel like. He stops himself, and breathes in again, deeper this time in an attempt to stop wondering how the dress would look just a few floors over them, in their hotel room, preferably on the floor, and he finally does, catching the faint scent of Jisung’s new cologne.
Alone. It’s funny to him. Ridiculous, yes, because only a fool would leave such a beauty like you in a situation like that —on your own, waiting in boredom close to death, or even worse, resignation—, and he’s sure that if he were in your place, he would’ve left a while ago. Hell, if he ever pulled something like that, he’d allow for Jisung to choke him —in a non-sexual sense, at least for once—, but he can’t help feeling giddy at the empty sight of the chair in front of you. Almost as if you were waiting for them to get close, to take a seat. And then, maybe you’d smile. Like a little treat.
A cute gift.
The image makes him smirk as he licks his lips. Minho knows he’d wrap you up in a heartbeat.
“What do you think?” He ponders the question lowly, still waiting for the waiter as the restaurant prepares their table. The one next to you, of course.
Jisung’s eyes widen for a moment. “What do I think?”
He gulps, and Minho reels in the way his boyfriend is already blushing, the red dust on his cheeks making him think twice and wonder if he could afford having a little snack before properly taking you both as a dessert, and he can’t help but snicker, tonguing his cheek.
“What are the chances?”
Minho’s fingers stroke Jisung’s palm.
“Well, I did as we agreed. And now the plan follows, jagi. I’m sure you can play your part now, mmh?” His voice is sultry, low, and a whisper, one that deepens Han’s blush and darkens his eyes even further, making his breath hitch to Minho’s amusement. “As if you can’t do whatever you want with that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Min—”
“Welcome.” The whispered whine that Jisung had been just about to say dies on his lips, as tragically —yet not quite as brutally— as the unfortunate and inopportune waiter in Minho’s head.
“Your party for two is ready. Come with me.”
Shrugging away the comment ‘with you here, no one’s coming’, Minho follows behind Han and nods his head after being pointed to his table.
White-collar thieves could have plenty of money and exotic pairs of jewelry. Take any gemstone, for example. In unknown eyes, it may seem flawlessly perfect, but that’s merely a refracted illusion. Its core, deep in there, remains a secret, and it’d take a good crack for it to be seen.
No, this couple had it clear. A thief could steal anything but achieve nothing. And as Minho sends his partner in crime a wink, and the plan finally starts, its gears already set in place, he knows that whatever the outcome of it might end up being, nothing would give a better reward than trying to steal you tonight.
And it all starts with a silly trip of his boyfriend’s foot.
Jisung’s hand saves him from ending head first against your thighs —did he really save himself, Minho wonders, because the thought sounded like heaven—, and he watches as the younger one rushes back up, an apologetic grin on his face that he had seen so many times before and still made him want to kneel in front of Jisung and worship him to death and beyond.
“Sorry,” Ji smiles, bashful, his little dimples showing. He pretends to cringe, an action only Minho can see through.
“Oh, no, don’t worry. Are you alright?” The genuine worry that slips through your tone softens the men.
“Of course. Yes.” Jisung chimes right back. “Such a kind lady.” He grins, pulling his hand in front of him.
Minho is just watching, and the feeling of witnessing such a moment nearly has him bulging in his tailored pants as shy little Jisung kisses the back of your hand.
He can’t believe how obsessed they both are with you, enthralled at the mere thought of having you closer, and he doesn’t care, needing more, more of your confused smile as you stare at his boyfriend, more of the gentle blush that creeps up to your cheeks, more of the way your hair is neatly tied up and away from your face, feeling the impulse to ruin you on the tip of his fingers.
“What’s a place like this doing, surrounding a beauty such as yours?” Minho smiles, taking a seat at his table. Calm. Mindful. With the plan in his head.
You chuckle so politely that it makes Minho fidget with his rings, a laugh so melodic that tickles his heart and warms his insides.
“I stay in this hotel.” Minho knows. He’s seen you before.
“Alone?” Jisung smiles, a bit cheeky, sitting and moving his chair at an angle, making it easier to keep the conversation going.
The way you sigh makes them both angry and giddy. They had seen your partner before, and they almost couldn’t believe their eyes, genuinely wondering what had the ugly man done to deserve such an angel. If it were for them, not for too long.
“Up until twenty minutes ago, I wasn’t, but…”
Crystal clear. They both can see the resignation in your eyes, and Minho can’t help but feel it trail up his skin, needing to do something about it immediately.
“I know it may seem too straightforward,” his mouth is dry and he can feel his ears turning red. “But I wouldn’t mind the extra company tonight. Right, jagi?”
The smile he shoots at Jisung is soft and sweet, feelings conveyed between layers and layers worth of things he hasn’t said yet. A comforting grin that Ji matches, holding his hand from below the table and giving it a light squeeze, catching it.
“Yes. It’d be a pity, using that wonderful dress on such a dull night.” His boyfriend turns to you, smiling widely. “Join us?”
God, yes. The squirm of satisfaction that threatens to leave past his lips has him fidgeting with his fingers, cracking his knuckles in an oh-so-giddy attempt to hide just how excited he is when he sees you stand up and grin sheepishly, moving your chair and settling on their table.
If one tried and overthinked it too much, it wouldn’t work. People tend to feel those kinds of things, the rush, the nervousness, the desperation. Not attractive on a stranger in the slightest. And Minho knows he’s one lucky bastard just getting to sit with you at the same table, sharing sentences with Jisung across the rounded table with just a blink and a cheeky stare through his lashes.
And as the night goes on, sneaky glances, touches, soft hands over yours, their eyes deep in colour, on you as you wine and dine, the white-collar thieves swiftly steal your heart for the night.
A fever dream. You find no other way to word it, how they get under your skin and into your head, how their cheeky antics keep getting you closer and closer in a way that almost baffles you. You can’t even think about that sad excuse of a boyfriend you have when Jisung’s hand brushes your arm again or when Minho’s eyes lock on yours, almost undressing you under his gaze.
You couldn’t call it a red flag. After all, their collars are pure white.
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Jisung can’t hold back any longer.
He opens the door to their hotel room for you, and in an unrestrained need, grabs your wrist and finally pulls you to him.
Minho smirks, closing the door with a thud by leaning on it, watching as his boyfriend ruins and smears your lipstick, giving it just a bit before he pulls him from the back of his shirt, tutting at him.
“Such a needy little slut, mmh? Couldn’t even wait for me?”
His hands thread on Jisung’s hair, pulling in a way that has him already on edge. Minho takes his blazer off under the eager eyes of his company, and also takes Ji’s red one, leaving both on the couch that sits in the corner of the room as he licks his lips and takes his hands to his boyfriend’s neck, kissing him deeply, hungrily, humming a snicker when he feels his cheeky little hands tugging and pulling on his white shirt.
“Brat.” He whispers on his lips. “We have to treat our guest first, don’t we, jagi?”
Heat pools on your lower belly, disarmed as the two gorgeous, disheveled men stare at you with a glow in their eyes so deep it could fuck you alone. Both stare at the other with a sly grin on their faces, the phrases they want to say hidden behind the opacity of their eyes, clouded in lust.
Cheekily, Minho grabs Jisung by his belt, speaking at mere inches away from his lips.
“Be a good boy and hang on the door the do not disturb sign, mmh?” His eyes trail from Han’s neck, reeling on his heavy breathing and how his big brown eyes flutter when his hand teases him, tickling his skin with a brush of his fingers, doing tender and slow motions, opening the lower buttons on his shirt and going down his happy trail.
Jisung only nods weakly, in a daze as Minho lets go of him, blinking slowly and letting out a playful chuckle when he teasingly smacks his ass as he makes his way to the door.
“Now, what do we have here?”
Your throat feels dry and you yearn for the moment in which you’ll finally drown in Minho’s lips. He can tell, approaching you slowly, his steps barely making a sound on the carpet below.
His hands brush away the few hairs that Ji got loose, his hand traveling from the shell of your ear to just a bit after your pulse point. “Such a beauty.” Your heart swoons as he whispers, something that sounds more for him than for you, which does nothing but worsen the situation below your dress.
Licking your lips, you watch as he leisurely sits on the edge of the bed, two fingers teasingly making a ‘come hither’ motion as he spreads his legs, making space for you between them, his tailored clothing hugging his lush thighs in a way that nearly makes you salivate.
“I won’t bite, gorgeous. Not unless you want me to,” he teases, his hands stroking your knees while he sits just a short step or two away from you.
The sentence not only makes you shiver in anticipation, but also makes a small part of you wonder if there could be anything you wouldn’t let these men do to you. Dare I say non-existent, the list seems to be pretty short, as you nibble on your lip and answer to how he pats his thigh, taking a seat.
“There we go.” He grins with a low hum, his hands traveling far past the fabric that covers your thighs, grabbing and kneading the skin under his grasp. “Wonder how long it has passed since you’ve been treated right.” He clicks his tongue. “We have to do something about it, don’t we, jagi?”
He’s talking to Jisung as if you weren’t there. As if they’re taking you, a pretty diamond gingerly falling into their white-gloved hands, and —make no mistake—, you’re letting them, and it’s the end of the story, because you’d be a fool not to.
Besides, it’s already too late to back down. You want this. You couldn’t care less of what happens to your boyfriend after he left and scurried back wherever, attempting to leave you with the burden of paying for everything again without having to deal with the consequences nor the guts to face you. He was going to have a fun time, arriving at your previously shared room and finding that your things had been already packed and you were no longer anywhere to be seen, leaving behind you not only the bill of the restaurant —both his and yours, and then the one you had with Minho and Jisung, of course, an autograph on the receipt and all— but of the entire week you had been abroad, for all the times he had been tricking you and pulling your leg.
Tonight, you weren’t just being stolen. You were being freed.
“What makes you tick? Mmh, gorgeous?” Minho gets you back from your mind, naughty hands traveling underneath your dress and playing with the back ends of your underwear.
He’s dying to kiss you, and he will —he will die trying and he’d be happy to do so—, and he can see it in your eyes that you want just as much, the dark of his reading yours with an ease that does nothing but aggravate the situation, knowing that if he were to kiss you as he had been thinking —ever since he and Jisung had seen you and your boyfriend— would cause you more things than neither you nor him could process, leaving both of your minds blank, wet, legs tangled with one another.
Minho cherishes the way you tremble in his grasp, feeling Jisung’s hands surprise you from behind, playing with the zipper of your white and red dress.
“Baby, you’re already grinding on my thigh.” It’s teasing, it’s a menace, and he fucking loves it, seeing how said sentence darkens both your and Han’s eyes. “What are you thinking, mmh? Want us to figure you out as we go?” He licks his timidly swollen lips, his hands traveling down your legs to take your heels off, discarding the red sole shoes by the end of the bed.
He kisses Jisung over your shoulder, and a moan leaves your lips when said motion —him moving forward, that is— makes him tense his thigh underneath you.
“Jagi, do me a favour.” He whispers on his boyfriend’s lips, next to your ear, as if he’s telling Han a secret you shouldn’t know —but you don’t care whether you should or shouldn’t. You’re already going to hell for cheating on that low-life you call a boyfriend. Could be the wine speaking, or how your pussy is already leaking, but if you’re going to hell, you’ll make it so that these fine gentlemen help you reach heaven first.
“Ladies first, okay? Let’s treat her how a princess deserves.”
Jisung’s eyes smile as he bites Minho’s lip, finally taking your dress off of you, lowering the zipper in a way that his hand strokes your skin as the dress goes further down, and doesn’t stop kissing him, even when his greedy hands take the dress off your shoulders, and travel forward, tickling you menacingly, from your belly to your chest, teasingly playing with the little bow that decorates your white bra before letting his fingers go further up your cleavage.
Minho’s hands move your hips against his thigh, starting to feel the wetness and warmth not only on the fabric between his leg and your sweet sweet core, but on his skin.
He chuckles, panting on your ear as Jisung’s lips hungrily travel to your back, kissing and scratching with his teeth. A man blinded crazy by lust, his hand finally reaching your neck.
The way the action makes you moan is almost obscene, your cheeks as red as Jisung’s forgotten blazer and trousers. His grasp, gingerly cold, as if the rest of his warmth was traveling to other parts of his body —parts you weren’t complaining to be feeling against your lower back—, was a little bit over your collarbone, and it drove you wild.
“Hyung—” It’s a whine so desperate that nearly has him crumbling apart. Jisung’s eyes are teary when Minho’s lock into the dark brown full of lust that they have turned to. Merely pecking his lips, Minho smiles.
“I’m going to eat you alive.” It’s a desperate groan, and his partner’s eyes only glow in a darker shimmer, as if he yearned for just that. “Go on, jagi. Have fun.”
Before you can expect it, Jisung lets out a moan, grabbing your waist and pulling you from Minho onto the bed. Your impending release gets ruined, and you whine, your hand unconsciously traveling to your face.
As the younger one hurriedly finishes taking your dress off of you, discarding it somewhere on the floor —a view that, later on, would make Minho grin cheekily— said gentleman moves and lays down next to you while his partner leaves hickeys all over your inner thighs.
Only pants, whines, and moans leave your lips, low and dimmed, overwhelmed by all that you’re feeling, hiding behind your hand. But they’re gentlemen, after all. Ever-so-observant, Minho’s smile is sweet when he takes your hand and interlinks your fingers.
“Beauty,” he calls, his voice sultry. “Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”
It takes a shy, confused shake from you for him to tut at his boyfriend, and Han stops his antics, licking his lips, his eyes glowing as he strokes your thighs, gingerly comforting you out of your daze.
“Like a traffic light, yeah? Green for when you want to keep going, yellow when you want to slow down, and red if you want to stop.” His hand softly moves, trailing soft motions on your cheek. “Don’t wait for us to ask. If we’re playing the figure-it-out game, I want to hear you moaning ‘green’ every single minute. Good?” You blush, nodding. “So. Colour?”
You give it a thought. You’ve brought up things like this before to your boyfriend. Things he shamed you for. Things you had been wanting to do for a while. And as you stare back at Minho, his eyes widen for a moment when he sees you smirking lightly.
To hell and heaven with it. It had been a close call before, back at the hotel’s restaurant. It’s stupid now, and you can’t believe you almost ran away back to your room and wasted such a divinely given chance like this one.
“Green.” You smile. “Figure me out better than I know myself.”
Jisung’s mind is completely foggy and hazy, his hands kneading your thighs, waiting, panting at your sudden forwardness. He can barely form a coherent thought, his mind consumed by the need to keep going until your taste is all that he knows.
You lift yourself, sitting on the bed, as the focus of the two men’s attention while your hand reaches for Jisung’s chin, and he’s dead. He’s gotta be, because as he moves to keep feeling your soft grasp on him, he swears he stops breathing.
“I’m going to kiss you.” It’s an announcement. Not quite a question but a warning, a narration of sorts. It keeps Minho waiting for a movement, something, whatever, anything to be able to follow what they had started, surprised by the newfound shimmer in your eyes.
And you can only confirm the whole chain of unbridled thoughts that haunt you —that you want to devour them with kisses, that you would let them eat you whole, unashamed, unrestrained, and overly needy— when, after closing your eyes, you erase any space that was between your lips and Jisung’s.
It’s not the butterflies in your stomach, but your own pulse rumbling in your ears, so loud that you think that either of the two men to whom you knew crystal clear that you were going to give yourself to tonight could hear it without making any sort of effort.
Nasty, desperate, wild. Jisung is gone, set on making any trace of red lush lipstick disappear from your lips. He starts kissing you more passionately, taking both of his hands to your nape, pulling on your hair in an attempt to get you even closer to him, the need for oxygen merely a necessity far less important than to keep kissing you and lick away your strawberry lipstick.
“This is crazy,” you pant, gasping for air.
“You make me crazy.”
He’s breathless, and he just can’t stop kissing you. Not when you’re giving yourself back to him with almost the same intensity, the raw need for more overperforming any sort of kissing skills that Jisung thought he had before. Matter of fact, he can’t think. Not when his hands travel from your waist, your skin like a canvas he’d die to keep marking, trailing a teasing path up your back, making you shiver until he finally undoes the barrier that keeps him from touching, and finally tasting —licking, spitting, marking, fondling, kissing, biting, better if it’s all at the same time— your breasts. He swiftly takes your bra off of you, as if it burns. It would’ve made you laugh, but as he cages you against the mattress the only thing you can do is moan.
Yes. Yes. Yes, More. Please. Don’t stop.
There’s a light bounce of the mattress when Minho takes a seat behind you, and Han whines when you leave his lips.
You’re a mess. There’s no other way to describe it, and Minho loves it. He loves how you’re in between Jisung and him. How you’re drooling and moaning, your head leaning against his shoulder as greedy little Hannie goes back to where he was heading before. He loves how you’re not holding back anymore, your right hand pulling on his boyfriend’s hair and your right one on his nape, gingerly playing with it as you squirm under the pleasure that Ji’s mouth brings you.
“Beauty,” Minho’s voice is impossibly low when he calls for you, pressing soft, tender kisses on your pulse point. You whine, a strained ‘yeah?’ that kills him. “How do we feel about this?”
You open your eyes, not really aware when you had closed them, and you look at Minho’s soft hands, his rings shimering under the room’s indirect light. It’s a lace, your fuzzy brain tells you. It has the words Dior written several times on it.
“G-green…” it’s a whine, it’s slurry, and it turns to a hitched breath when Han’s fingers slide inside you with ease, curling and thrusting until you can’t do anything else but moan and whine, trembling as you come, pleasure hitting you in waves.
You cling onto Minho like a rock, as much as you can, his body behind you stroking you in a way that makes you shiver while Ji helps you ride out your high.
“Look at him, princess.”
His tone is slightly mean, and you sigh, feeling his arms surround you.
“He came just from tasting you.”
You’re still a bit out, panting, but your eyes turn to him, whose head is leaning on your thigh. One of your hands moves to stroke his hair, and you grow hotter watching how he shudders for a second.
“He was grinding against the mattress. Like a little horny slut.”
It’s shameful. Minho’s tone is one for mocking. He’s… torturing him. And yet he looks like he might just come one more time from that alone.
“M-min…” Hannie whimpers, a slurred sound of pleasure.
“Oh, beauty. He even wants more.” Jisung’s eyes open, staring at you two from below, and he moans.
You blink, but slowly, you seem to get it. Or, if you asked Jisung, you were a godess sent straight-out from heaven.
“But can he… beg like a… a pretty slut?”
Minho nearly comes untouched at your tone. The way they’re already corrupting you, how you’re degrading Jisung already, watching how he’s unconciously grinding against the mattress again, overstimulating himself.
“Ngh, fuck… p-princess…” his hands travel to your thighs, clinging to them like a lifeline.
You’re unsure of what to do, because you know what to say, holding back for a second.
“Beauty,” Minho kisses your neck. “What’s that brain of you thinking, mmh?”
Your blush covers your whole face, and you smile, as if you’ve been caught on a white lie.
“I… want to, um. Want you to do to him what you did to me.”
Jisung freezes in his place. Minho’s eyes darken. “Keep talking, beauty. Spare no detail.”
Your shyness fades as you look at Ji’s face, reeling at how he moans softly, his body just a tiny bit spent, yet he’s paying close attention to you and your words, not wanting to stop even for a second. The intensity of his stare makes heat hit you, unexpected yet welcomed.
And with hooded eyes and weak legs, you turn to face both Minho and Jisung, letting go of what you’re thinking without giving yourself the chance to second guess it.
“I want you to finger him. While you fuck me. And then I want him to fuck me.”
Perplexed. There are little to no words Minho can manage to say, if any. He knows that he’s a sentence away from losing himself completely to the sensation, your mind and body now completely under the control of the aphrodisiac that is their company and undivided attention, and the intense pleasure it induces.
“Hyung.” Han’s eyes are teary, and he looks so pretty.
Why would Minho resist?
He takes you by your wrists and pulls you towards him, kissing you in a way that makes your mind and body completely submissive and compliant. There it is. Minho is finally kissing you, claiming you with each stroke of his tongue. And now he holds no restraint, his hands exploring your body, his touch becoming more urgent and passionate with each moan that goes past your swollen, kissable lips.
His body presses even harder against yours, pinning you against the mattress as he kisses you deeply, his lips and tongue tracing a path down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Minho bites down gently on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he continues his assault on your senses, his desire for you growing more and more intense.
He moans softly into the kiss, his hands wandering along your body, his touch hungry, as if he couldn't get enough of you —and he can’t, he’s well aware that you might be his last meal, and he’d be happy about it— grabbing and marking and touching all he can reach. He breaks the kiss briefly, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your sensitive skin as he pants heavily, his voice low and hoarse with desire.
"You're driving me crazy, beauty," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with lust. "Can't get enough."
“Minho, please,” you whine and beg, shivering when he stands on his knees, looking at you from above, a dark, nasty shimmer in his eyes.
He pushes Jisung next to you, face down ass up, which only makes the latter moan, desperate to be touched again.
“You know what, beauty?” Minho grins, mad, crazy, horny, and all of the above, as he takes back the Dior lace and softly moves your hands over your head, making a pretty bow on your wrists, almost as pretty as his needy princess. He’s thankful Jisung wanted to buy that perfume.
“I’m going to fuck you. Because you want to, don’t you, beauty?” His snicker brings heat to your whole body, and it hits you where you’re restrained, Minho’s hands pinching and teasing all over your torso, watching you crumble and whimper underneath him. “And I’m going to make him come too. You two want to be used like little toys, and it’s just what I’m about to do.”
He bends down to reach for the lube in the bedside table, but uses that opportunity to meanily bite your cheek. It feels warm under his tongue, the skin red, not only from the teasing bite but from how deep you’re blushing.
Minho keeps talking while he slowly removes your ruined panties and Jisung’s soiled underwear.
“I’ll fuck you so good, beauty. So good you won’t ever feel the same, if you fuck that scum you call a boyfriend. I’ll make you come so hard you won’t even remember his name.”
You don’t know what happens first, but surely, Jisung and you start whining and moaning, panting as Minho fails to keep a steady pace on both of you, his thrusts irregular as pleasure takes hold of him.
He’s reeling in pleasure, whispering into your ear in between moans and grunts how good you feel, how tight your pretty little pussy clenches around him, how you’re going to milk him dry as he keeps pouncing on you. “If y-you, ever, ever, ever doubt who you belong to…” he moans, watching you cry in pleasure, listening to Hannie’s slurred babbling, failing to get a good grip on the bed sheets. “Remember… that you can always come back… princess…”
After all, his duty as a thief wasn’t only stealing. He wasn’t going to complain when he’d kill for you to sit on his face. Just for starters.
It doesn’t take long for Jisung to come on his own palm, shivering in pleasure, panting, but smiling at you, and —with his other hand— grabbing yours while you moan and whine and whimper, so close once again.
T-too much— Don’t stop. Yes, yes, please!
Moaning so beautifully, Minho crumbles. His words are slurred as he whines, something about filling you up that makes you see stars as he somehow thrusts even deeper.
“There, there, ah… f-fuck, I can’t…”
Dazed, fucked-out, drunk and lost in pleasure, you’re only able to let out louder sounds, tugging at your restraint as the Dior bow keeps you grounded, and Jisung’s now clean hand —you missed when that happened, yet you’re not bothered enough to question it— presses figure eights on your clit. And not even a minute later, you’re both gasping and moaning, and you throw your head back as he comes inside of you.
It takes a moment for the three of you to move. For a minute, the world stops spinning, and you relish the warmth of his bodies, next and over you, your head still fuzzy with pleasure.
You and Minho whine when he pulls out, and you shiver at the loss of heat over you and the emptiness inside you. Jisung is quick to fix the first one, softly moving your head over to his shoulder, and he leans his chin over yours.
“Hey, princess.” He still has a red hue on his cheeks, but you’re pretty sure you’re matching, if not worse.
You hum, weak, and he can’t help but giggle. His soft hands cradle your face, and he sighs, stroking your nose with his tenderly.
“I’m really happy you joined us tonight.”
And with the strength you have left, you merely move to kiss his palm, your eyes closed. They remain closed when Minho comes back, even when he softly moves your arms and links them behind his nape.
Han heads into the bathroom first, making sure the water of the bathtub is warm enough before sliding inside, helping Minho put you down, leaning your head against Ji’s shoulder and in between his legs.
You’re half asleep, but you smile when Minho’s hands stroke your legs. Your legs feel sore and you’re a blink away from the best sleep of your life, but first, the best night of your life makes sure to take care of you after all the fun.
Two pairs of hands clean up the mess they turned you to, and you’re so happy to be taken care of as sweetly and as gently as they are doing, that you weakly peck Minho and Jisung’s lips.
No words are needed, and Jisung hugs you from behind, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades. Minho links his hand with yours, fondly staring at the two of you before him.
Thieves like Han and Minho are masters in their craft. With professional care, they dry your body, tender touches fully lulling you to sleep when Jisung grabs one of the discarded white-collared shirts and gingerly closes its buttons. Bathed, spent, and tired, they settle you in between them, with your back to Minho, and Jisung kisses his boyfriend’s hand, covering all of you with the bed’s blanket.
Sure, maybe you didn’t do all that you wanted that night. But you don’t mind it. Warm, clean, and thoroughly satisfied, you’re fine with the need that hits you even after you wake up. You want to be theirs so much, and despite the estrangement, it’s a fact that doesn’t change —not even after it dawns on you that neither you nor them introduced themselves, and you don’t know their names.
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kats, who needs a high —infinite, even— dose of grass, stat.
genre: fluff; headcanons of what i think skz would be like if they wanted cuddles with you late at night. - masterlist
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chan - tugging your shirt to not let you leave
you and chan have been lying down in bed for a while now
it's late at night, both of you are cuddled up against each other, scrolling on your phones
you're sitting comfortably in his warm lap, until you realize just how late it is
"baby i think we should try to get ready for bed," you say while looking back at chan
as you're talking you try to get up from his hold
until chan's impeccable instincts kick in
and he grabs onto the black shirt you are wearing that he gave you, to halt your actions
you look at him once more, "you're not allowed to leave darling"
there is an expression that chan always wears when he wants something from you, and you can never say no to it (and the man uses it religiously)
it is a type of loving sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat
"just stay with me for five more minutes, love. then we can get ready, okay?" he says, his tone so endearing, it persuades you to give into his cute antics
so you stay there for five minutes, then ten, then another 20
until you're fast asleep into his hold
minho - holding out his arms
you and minho decided to have a sleepover together
as the night comes closer, you both begin getting ready for bed
your boyfriend finishes his skincare much quicker than you, which is predictable
you love to use both yours and his products, because somehow his are always more soothing and better than yours
everytime he catches you using some sort of face cream or lotion of his he just glares (it’s a loving glare)
but you go right ahead and still use them, because you know that he doesn't mind you using his things
since your boyfriend is done, he waits for you on the bed until you join him
the moment he sees you all fresh and glowy while exiting the bathroom, he opens up his arms and wears a bright smile, inviting you to join him
"baby, come here! i need you in my hold," he says
"i'm coming don't worry," you laugh at his adorable behavior
once you settle into his warm grasp, you snuggle your head into his neck
"you know y/n, i don't mind you using my skincare, you just take too long," minho says to you in a quiet voice
"oh really? then how about you do it for me instead?" you question playfully
"next time, i will."
changbin - falling asleep during a movie
you and changbin are finally able to spend some quality time together
he's been so busy with his schedules, but you both found a time that worked
so, you both decided to stay in and watch a movie late at night
however, there's a slight problem
because it's so late at night, changbin keeps falling asleep
everytime you look at him to see his reaction to a funny moment in the movie, his head is tilted to the side, and his eyes are closed
he looks way to adorable right now, but you want to watch with him
"changbin baby, please wake up. we have to watch a movie together," you whisper gently into his ear
he wakes up slightly and grumbles "no i'm awake, i was just resting my eyes," (mhm sure you are)
you laugh at him and his denials to falling asleep, when you can clearly see he's already asleep
"well what's it gonna take to wake you up hm?"
he now suddenly wakes up and looks at you cutely, "cuddle me until i wake up,"
you both know that he won't ever wake up, but you decide to cuddle your too good to be true boyfriend
you both stay there on the couch, in each others arms until the morning comes
hyunjin - opening the light and him complaining
you decide to surprise hyunjin with a late night snack
so you head to his dorm and greet the 3racha members who also live there, you ask where hyunjin is so you can surprise him
they say he's sleeping, but that doesn't stop you
you head to his room quietly, and open the door
you are greeted with a sleeping dumpling in his bed
you take a second to admire the loose strands of hair that are scattered across his face
then you look to your right and see all the artworks, and leftover sketches spread out messily on his desk
you want to move them, so you can place the food on the desk instead without damaging his work
so you turn on the light to see your surroundings better
however, that caused hyunjin to wake up all groggy
"turn off the lights-" he says in a moody tone, but he gets caught off the moment he sees your face
suddenly his expression and tone become a lot softer at the sight of his pretty partner
"why are you here? i thought you were han annoying me again for a sec"
"no silly it's me." you say with a laugh
"i got us some late night snacks. let's eat together." you say to him gently
"okay baby, but lets cuddle first" hyunjin says, opening the covers to invite you in
jisung - wrapping an arm around your waist
you and jisung are both homebodies, it's a well known fact
so your dates are usually spent in the comfort of his dorm
you both decided to go to bed early instead of staying up to watch a movie
you wake up in the middle of the night and try to get into a more comfortable position
you attempt to move away from jisung for a bit, so you can stretch a little
however, your actions were cute short as han reached his arm out and wrapped it around your waist, and pulled you incredibly close to him
you feel your back touch his chest and abdomen, and his warm steady breaths on your exposed shoulder
his hold on you is tight, "it's better like this," is all he says before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder
you smile at his comment, "alright baby, if you insist. goodnight."
"goodnight baby, i'll be dreaming of you."
felix - distracting you from work
it's currently late at night, and here you are slumped over on your bed and facing your computer
you have been trying to get through all the piles of unattended assignments
and you haven't stopped since a few hours ago
you boyfriend however, has been making it difficult to focus, as he's now negotiating with you to halt your work
"come on baby, you've been working all day!" (it's only been two hours) "you should take a break and spend time with me," felix says
he has come to join you on the bed and is now laying his head on your lap
"i'm sorry lixie, but i really need to focus on my work. give me another hour that's it" you say, your eyes haven't left your computer
yet you can still see the sad expression plastered on your clingy boyfriend's face in your peripheral vision
that face always makes you look at it, so you look down to meet felix's eyes
he smiles now that he's gained a bit of your attention
so, he resumes his nagging
"it's almost twelve in the morning y/n," (it's 9 p.m.) "it's too late for you to work. let's cuddle instead,"
you look at your computer then you face felix, you repeat this motion for a second time
cuddling felix seems way more fun than doing homework, plus you've finished a good amount of work already
"alright fine, you win. but you gotta let me work in a few hours okay?"
"okay." felix says while engulfing you in a tight hug. he knows he won't let you work until the next day
seungmin - falling asleep with glasses on
you catch seungmin half asleep on the bed as you enter the room with some tea
he asked you to make some for him because 'y/n's is always better' (he's just too lazy to do it himself)
nevertheless, you agree and make some lavender tea
yet when you come he's laid comfortably on the fluffy surface with a warm knit cover to keep him warm
he looks so cute you can't stop yourself from taking pictures of him at every angle, as you set the tea down
(you can't wait to show him in the morning and see his annoyed expression)
but you notice one thing, his glasses are still on
you try your best to remove them without waking seungmin
but the moment you touch the frames, he opens his eyes and looks at you
you're able to remove them quickly and set them aside
you see seungmin look at you quietly, "hi" you say
he doesn't answer, instead he takes you by the arm, and makes you lay on top of him
"uh seungmin baby, i can't move" you say, voice restrained a bit at the position you're in
"that's what you get for waking me," he says
"i was doing you a favour you know, and i got us tea"
"well, your reward is laying on top of me," he retorts
jeongin - laying on his chest
you feel at peace right now
you’re laying in bed with your caring boyfriend jeongin
you both decide to sleep after a long day spent together
as you lay beside him, you notice that he seems a bit sad
since this is unusual, sp you ask your sweet boyfriend why he has that look on his face
"i can't sleep without holding you in my arms." he simply states
you feel a smile forming on your face (how can a grown man be this adorable?)
"then how about i lay on your chest?" you ask
he nods and lays on his back
you get into position and cover you and your boyfriend until you're both snuggled against each other
his chest of comfortable, and you hear his heartbeat faintly
with rises and falls of his chest, you feel yourself become more and more tired
"aw you look so cute," you hear jeongin say. "i bet you'll sleep faster if i play with your hair."
"i'm willing to take that bet," you say
his fingers gently massaging your scalp make you drift even deeper to sleep, until your breaths are even, and eyes completely closed
"goodnight love," jeongin says, before he too falls asleep
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a/n: hey babes, i tried to find snearios that matched skz , i hope i did a good job!! i hope you're all doing well <3
Do not repost, translate, or post any and all content on any other websites, profiles without notifiying me and asking for my consent first, as well as giving me credit.
bangchan , minho , changbin , hyunjin , han , felix , seungmin , jeongin
⸻ synopsis: husband minho x f!reader ; genre: fluff, smut (nsfw under cut), headcanons, degrading, mean / soft dom minho, spankings. wc : 0.6k
MINHO . . . is the type of husband who always talks things out whenever you guys fight. he never wants you to sleep knowing the last thing he said to you was hurtful.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to wants to cuddle all the time but doesn’t know how to ask without seeming clingy so he doesn’t. he either taps your shoulder and opens his arms or just falls on top of you when you’re on the couch or bed.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to remember your favorite things. once you said it one time he already knows what to get you the next time. he would surprise you with your favorite flowers, takeout, or even plushies of your favorite animal or characters.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to love seeing you in his clothes. he would purposely leave his hoodie around you so you would wear it whenever you were cold.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to always wanna match. matching clothes, hairstyles, bracelets, and even mugs. he's the one to come up with the idea and thought it was cute.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to still make you feel flustered even after being together for so long. the way he looks at you sometimes sends butterflies down your spine and makes you shy.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to make sure he has time for you throughout the day. he hates if you ever think that you're a burden to him when you're the complete opposite. he even wants you to text him for the littlest things; you think its silly but do it anyway.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to buy you a bunch of jewelry like rings and bracelets. the necklaces he gets you have your favorite gemstones, initials, or a small photo of you guys on it. jewelry is one of his main ways of spoiling you.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to have his days when he’s tired and fucks you nice and soft. he takes his time pleasuring you first; hand holding and kisses everywhere.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to think foreplay is a must. he rarely likes to do quickies because he knows he won’t have enough time to include foreplay. there are rare times when you have to literally beg him to fuck you even though you guys had guests coming in a few minutes.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to send you videos of him masturbating while you’re at work and he has a day off. its one of his favorite ways of teasing you.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to make you wanna misbehave. you basically act up when he’s busy and you’re needy. constantly whining and touching him till he finally gives in but not the way expected him to.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to degrade you during sex. nothing but the nastiest words come out of his mouth, especially when he’s in a bad mood he’s definitely fucking your face and making sure there’s no way you could walk properly tomorrow.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to insist on having sex on the phone when you guys are far apart. when he’s tour he would facetime you every night but this night was different. he wanted you to wear the lingerie he brought you before he left and masturbate with him.
MINHO . . . is the type of husband to give spankings as a punishment. his punishments are nothing like the way he would treat you as a hard dom any other day. almost always denying you to cum, removing his hand before you could finish. he would grin at your tears knowing he told you, "act like a slut and you get treated like one."
hii. i was wondering if you’d be okay with posting boyfriend headcanons? for minho mostly. if not it’s totally fine!!
have a nice day!
yes, I've actually been meaning to write some so yes definitely!
Minho headcanons
Warnings: Sexual inferences and stuff like that ig
(this is for fem!reader btw)
-At first, Alby tried to stop you from dating his best runner. He thought it would distract him, and even though Minho did drift off while on the job thinking of you, you made him even more productive. You made him even more determined to find a way out of the glade for you and for everyone else.
-Alby forbade you and Minho from dating, but of course, you both did it anyway in secret. But straight away, Minho's drastic increase in mood was visible and the runners couldn't help but notice it. After days of prodding and poking Minho, trying to figure out what it was that had him being so nice and lenient, he finally caved and told them how he was dating you. Obviously, the other runners were supportive of it if it meant that Minho was in a good mood all the time, so they all ran to Alby and BEGGED him to let you and Minho date so you no longer had to do it in secret. Alby eventually gave in and allowed it and hasn't had too much of a reason to regret it since.
-Minho was quite the protective man. He cared about you more than life itself and it pained him every day to run into the maze and not be able to look after you in the glade. He always trusted you and never thought you would do anything with anyone else, but he was scared about how some of the other boys in the glade would treat you. That's why he made sure that he got as many of his friends in the glade to look after you until he got back.
-He would always be sure to spend the most time with you as possible as he could when he got back out from the maze. That included him eating dinner with you, showering with you, literally doing anything with you.
-Even though no gladers other than him and Alby are allowed in the maze room he would let you in anyways. You had no idea about how to help him figure out how to solve the maze, but you'd always be there to calm him down once he got frustrated.
-You guys share a hammock with each other because you both always fall asleep quicker when you're next to each other. It also means that whenever either one of you wakes up suddenly bc of a nightmare, the other person is there to calm them down.
-Minho tries his best to not wake you in the mornings when he gets up early to go into the maze and to yk do his job, but since you're such a light sleeper you always end up waking up. You'll end up walking to the maze doors to wave and kiss him goodbye, then head back to bed for a couple hours until you have to go to work.
-Whenever Minho takes a break in the maze with the other runners, while he eats food or drinks water, he always mentions you in conversations. He'll say things like "I wonder what (Y/N)'s up to", and "Do you think she's eating lunch right now too?" Because he's constantly thinking about you and he can't help but ask.
-After the first few times of Minho saying stuff like this, the other runners thought that it was cute that he liked you so much, but now, they just roll their eyes whenever he brings you up and they'll say, "Okay Minho we get it" because after the number of times he talks about you on a day to day basis, yes, they definitely do get it.
-After a certain amount of time in the glade, you've memorized when the maze doors close and open without needing a watch. Because of this, you always head to the maze doors a couple minutes before they're supposed to close to greet Minho right when he steps back into the glade. Whenever he comes back you greet him with the tightest hug known to man because the maze is incredibly dangerous, you know that any day Minho could die in there, which is why it's such a relieving feeling when you see him again.
-Sometimes you guys will go out later at night and just lay on the grass together and talk for however long you both feel like. Minho always makes sure he spends time with you whenever he can, and you both appreciate having these long conversations with each other. Even though sometimes you both just lay on the ground and stay silent, it never feels awkward. Being in each other's presence is enough, and the silence between you can actually feel quite comforting.
-Whenever a new greenie pops up from the box and there's a bonfire, you and Minho make sure to spend all the possible quality time with each other. Sometimes you'll sit on his lap (which never fails to get him a bit flustered), or you'll sit right next to him while his arm is around your shoulder. You've never really been one to drink so you'll often fall asleep on Minho before the night is over, and he'll always leave a little early to carry you back to your hammock.
-You and Minho have come to realize that using each other in certain ways really helps relieve stress. Whether that is by talking and venting to the other person or through being more intimate with each other.
-Minho likes bringing you into the maze room and doing it there because he knows that only he and Alby are allowed in there so he doesn't have to worry about people walking in on you both. He also likes doing it in the showers because being the only girl means that you're the only one allowed to shower during a certain time, and Alby made sure that there would be consequences to whoever tried to intrude on you showering. But that also just happened to make it the perfect time for you and Minho to be in there alone.
-Minho has two different sides to him when you and he are both doing it, which depends on his mood. He's either gentle and kind, or dominant and controlling. Both of them are a total turn-on for you regardless, you're happy to help him in any way you can.
-You love to tease him, and he loves to put you in your place. He always makes sure your needs are met. Even though he loves to please you, you love pleasing him even more, so eventually he gives in and lets you make him feel good. While you're doing it, he always wants to make sure that you know that he loves you, and he loves to praise you.
-Even if he gets more dominant with you, he always makes sure he's never too harsh, and he makes sure that he's never crossing any boundaries. Afterwards, he'll make it clear that he loves you and he'll thank you for letting him take out some of his stress and frustrations with you. He also heavily believes in aftercare so he'll always bring you back to your hammock and because whenever you do it, it's at night, so he'll cuddle you to sleep while you wear his shirt.
Alrighty yallllllllllllllllllll heres another Minho related post. I'm on such a roll omg. By the way I see your guys requests and I'm working on them I promise!! I just have an insane amount of school work I need to do but trust I will get to everything.
anyways, this was so fun to write, thank you for the request!! I hope you liked it
A/N: thank you all for the likes on my posts! im so happy that you guys have been enjoying my work😭🫶🏽 i tried a lil bit of Minhos pov this time. Enjoy!!
SUMMARY: Minho’s friends are noticing how he pays extra attention to you and encourage him to talk to you.
PARING: shy!fem!reader x Minho
WARNINGS: nothing fluff❤️
WORD COUNT: 1367
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Quiet, is what the gladers described you as.
You came into the glade 3 months ago, scared and alone. You didn't talk to anyone when you got out of the box, but, when you did it was only a few words.
It was weird for everyone to have a girl around, multiple gladers hit on you but realized it was no use when you wouldn't respond.
And when it came time to pick a job, you chose to be a Gardner. Ever since you first tried it out, you liked how it kept your mind off the fact that you were stuck in the maze.
Everyone who worked in the gardens knew you didn't like talking much, so they mostly left you to yourself, which you were grateful for.
You just finished your work in the gardens and made your way to the kitchens, you didn't eat lunch earlier so you were starving.
You grabbed a plate of Frypan’s ham sandwich and hurriedly sat down. You took a bite of the sandwich, silently thanking Frypan for his cooking skills.
You went to take another bite when you felt eyes on you. You were used to getting stared at since you were, you know, the only girl.
But this felt different. You couldn't quite describe it. You soon chose to ignore it and continued eating.
On the other end of the stare was Minho. He hadn't touched his sandwich since he saw you enter, too occupied watching you.
“Dude, stop staring it's creepy” Ben set his sandwich back on his plate, still chewing.
Minho broke his gaze, turning to Ben, “I don't know what you're talking about”, eventually picking up his sandwich and taking a bite.
“She’s going to notice soon that a random dude is staring at her,” he said, soon following Minho’s actions and taking a bite out of his sandwich.
Minho proceeded to ignore him, when Newt sat down across from Minho and Ben, setting his plate down.
“Hey Shanks, what's going on?” Minho watched as Newt took a bite out of his sandwich.
“Just eating with a creep who likes to stare at people” Ben responded jokingly causing Minho to roll his eyes.
Newt raises his brows in confusion “What are you talking about?” he asks.
“Minho’s been staring at Y/N ever since she stepped foot in here.”
“I know, this isn’t the first time,” Newt explains. “He’s been doing this ever since she came up in that box,”
Newt wasn't lying. Minho had been paying extra attention to you ever since you came to the glade.
He liked how you were in your own world, and never seemed to be bothered by anyone.
The following weeks after you came up, he couldn't understand why he couldn't stop watching you, and furthermore why his heart beat every time he saw you.
He soon found himself telling Frypan to save an extra plate for you because he noticed how you woke up late most of the time and missed breakfast.
And while Minho did all that, Newt was watching him. He could tell how he felt about you.
“Why haven’t I noticed then?” Ben's eyes widened at the new information.
“I dunno, maybe cause you’re a slinthead” Newt spoke before taking another bite out of his sandwich.
Ben raised his hand into a fist threateningly, causing Newt to put his hands up in defeat. “You should ask her to sit with us tomorrow,” Ben suggested lowering his fist.
“I dunno..” Minho said, uncertain.
Ben nudged him slightly with his elbow. “Come on”
Soon Newt found himself joining in, “What could possibly happen?”
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And so that day Minho found himself asking you to sit with them.
You were in the gardens planting tomato seeds. You put the bag of seeds down to tuck your hair behind your ear when you see a pair of boots in front of you.
It was Minho.
He came back from the maze to see you working in the gardens, remembering what Ben and Newt said, he gathered the courage to ask you.
You stood up from your kneeling position, brushing you pants off.
“Hey uhh, Would you, maybe, want to sit with me and a couple of other gladers during dinner?” Minho asked, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing.
You were more than surprised, you were dumbfounded. You would have expected anyone to ask you that, but not Minho. Your heart was beating and you couldn't understand why.
You knew who he was. I mean, the man was gorgeous with his black hair and buff arms and he knows it. He had an amazing smile and furthermore, he was a runner.
So why was he asking you, a quiet girl who barley speaks, to have dinner with him and his friends?
You didn't know why.
“I..uhh..sure,” you said barely above a whisper.
“Okay, well I'll see you at, uhm, dinner” Minho kept his composure before turning around.
He couldn't believe it. You said yes. He made a mental note to thank Ben and Newt later.
He walked to the map room grinning from ear to ear.
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Later that day, Minho found himself waiting for you at the same table with Newt across from him and Ben to his left.
“What if she doesn't come?” Minho said, bouncing his leg up and down.
“Minho, it's dinner, where else would she go?” Ben rolled his eyes as Newt laughed at his response.
Minho’s leg stopped bouncing as he caught sight of you. You walked towards them with a ham sandwich (again) making eye contact with Minho.
Ben and Newt followed Minho’s gaze to you walking towards them.
“uhm..hi” you said, holding your plate awkwardly.
“Hey Y/N”
“Hey”
Newt and Ben looked at Minho, waiting for him to reply to you.
“Hey” he finally met out.
Newt patted the spot next to him. You sat next to him and set down your plate, and soon after that the conversation between them began to flow.
“I only tripped one time!” Ben argued.
Newt and Minho laughed before Newt continued“I saw you trip at least five times and that was this week alone”
You found yourself joining in the laughter.
“Come on Y/N!, not you too,” Ben said in defeat.
You laughed, “I'm sorry, I can't help it.
He watched you, laughing, he’d never seen anything so beautiful. You'd always been so quiet, this was the first time he'd seen you laugh.
Ben nudged him in the arm “You're staring” he whispered.
Minho quickly looked away, not wanting to seem creepy.
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After a while, you all cleaned up. You were all planning to take a walk together but Ben and Newt said they had to leave so it was just you and Minho.
You and Minho were now walking together.
“How was the maze?” you asked softly.
That was the second time Minho had heard you speak above a whisper today. The first being when you apologized to Ben earlier.
“It was the same, nothing new yet. How were the gardens?”
“Nothing new either unless you find planting tomatoes interesting”
Minho chuckled. This was now the first time Minho had heard you tell a joke. It seemed he heard a lot of first’s today.
It turned silent after that. Not an awkward silence, a comfortable one.
You felt Minho’s fingers brush against yours as your fingers interlocked.
He turned towards you to find you blushing.
This had now been the first time he saw you blushing.
“I was wondering, uhm, would you want to go on a date with me?” he asked “ Only if you want to I'm not going to make you do anything you-”
“I’d love to,” you said.
He stopped walking and turned towards you.
“Okay..well, uhm, great”
“Yeah,” you said giggling.
You look up, locking eyes with him.
You wrap your arms around his waist as he wraps his around your shoulder.
Minho lifts his head to see Newt and Ben hiding behind a tree. “Shuck”
“What?” She questions.
“Nothing” He looks back at Ben and Newt to see them giving him a thumbs up.
Minho wants you to go slow and prolong the intimacy. He has incredible stamina and a saint’s patience, so expect to sit a while. He loves it when you straddle his strong thighs and passionately kiss him. He wants you to take your time getting undressed, to put on a show for him, and especially wants to see your tits covered in sweat from the effort you put in to pleasuring him. He needs you to grip the base a little bit to keep him from cumming so fast. You’re just so pretty, so good to him, it’s hard to hold back, you know? He loves it when his pretty girl edges him.
And when you’re finished, he wants to permanently etch the sight of your tits covered in cum into his memories.
P: Minho x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon | Inc: getting together, playful teasing/pranks, soft domesticity, waking up together, cooking together, nicknames, mention of a situation-ship, the members being fed up with the both you (affectionately), I wrote this for me/j | Wc: 718 | W: none i think| R: G
This headcanon is just me fulfilling my own delusions, let’s get that out of the way first/hj
Fun fact this was also written at work :D
Minho is very much an affectionate tease; he absolutely loves the playful little dynamic the both of you have got going on
Always feels like there’s an inside joke for just the two of you to share
If it’s not playful teasing, then it’s the softest domesticity in the world and I stand by this
Cuddling on the sofa after the two of you get home and wordlessly deciding on what to watch
Gentle touches on the small of your back when he walks past
Especially when you’re cooking together, and he needs to grab something from the cupboard
Waking up in the morning and the affection is just pouring out of his eyes
Yk what I mean
The lazy smiles, the quiet “g’morning” followed by “no, no, we can stay in a little bit longer”
All the while the cats are using your legs as cushions
And hey if the cats love you then that’s it, he’s planning the wedding/hj
There is not a day that goes by where your name is not on this man’s lips
Every day without fail he finds a way to mention you in conversations with his friends
The members already have to hear this man singing your praises day in and day out
In fact, it was likely Chan that encouraged him to approach you in the first place, Minho at first just very content to admire you from a distance
Not that he wasn’t confident that you’d like him
But that he’s a very, very, busy man with his idol career
And he wouldn’t want to force you to have to deal with the second-hand stress that clearly comes with dating an idol
Cue a montage of him coming to befriend you and slowly worming his way into your heart
Before you know it you also have a crush on this man
And somehow becomes a situation-ship?? Don’t ask me I don’t make the rules, I just write these things
You’re visiting him during practice with drinks and snacks for everyone, engaging with the other members and they love you
All the more reason for Minho to fall further and further in love with you
You’re sweet, care for him and love being around the important people in his life?? Just what did he do to deserve you—
The whatever-it-is between you doesn’t get defined for a while, but you’re both content atm
Bixby play I Like It/j
One day he slips and calls you his lover, but he says it with the upmost conviction
The man means it, I tell you
When you find out, from one of the kids (who said that—) you tease him with a “we’re lovers now are we?”
Which is exactly the moment you understand why a shy Minho is an adorable Minho
“If, well- you know…I think it fits.”
“I do too.” And he pulls you into one of those tight hugs where you can feel his heartbeat and good lord it’s doing double time
If somehow, he wasn’t already doing it before, Minho is now calling you nothing else but every fond pet name under the sun that he associates with you
Uses some of the odder pet names when he wants to hear you snort with laughter
“Hey there, kitten,” and the two of you are snickering bc neither of you can take that one seriously
Your collective friend groups roll their eyes when the two of you team up to cause chaos
Casually pulling harmless pranks on everyone who’s game
Oh, and he holds your hand. All the time. Absolutely everywhere
His hand kinda just seeks yours out on its own sometimes lmao
There’s just something about that shared warmth every time that he loves
That and he thinks it’s cute when you drag him around to show him something when you’re out on a date
Makes a huge fuss out of being taken somewhere and yet he’s willingly looking up the directions and driving the car, admonishing you for even suggesting that he doesn’t have to.
Excuse me will you accept his acts of service or what?? Let him love you dammit/lh
