#minho x reader

[shineesbackbitches]

Undercover Spoilers No Context

Minho

Undercover

genre : romance, college AU, fluff, crack, smut, series, turned tables universe, peachesndreams

౨ৎ Is there another acceptable way to apologize for swing dancing your partner under your bed to hide your horizontal tangoing (and the fact that you even have a partner to begin with) other than instant pot braised short ribs and rice cake soup? No.

౨ৎTurned Tables Masterlist

[that-tmr-girl]

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Aris

Being so gentle with you

Taking out the stress from WICKED on you

Sucking him off while tired

How you look when he breeds you

Ruining the sheets

Brenda

Eating her out after a bath

Strapping you rough

She can't stop squirming

Fingering her in a secret spot in the Scorch

Grinding on her

Riding her fingers

Gally

Voyeurism with a taped up mouth

Cockwarming until you can't take it

How he eats you out

Bending you over

Harriet

Post-sex makeout

Letting her sit on your face

The type of videos she sends you

Strapping her senseless

Minho

Keeping you quiet

Getting your attention

Finishing on your chest

Showing affection after a long day

Spanking you as punishment

Bruising you up

Newt

Making it fit

Riding his face for the first time

Playing with his cock

Helping you after a long day

Edging him

Greedy as he eats you out

Sonya

Anniversary sex

Taking away her stress

Riding her pretty cunt

Addicted to feeling her

Sitting on her face and being rewarded

Teresa

Playing with her tits

Sucking on her fingers

The real reason she's late to work

Since she wanted to tease you

Thomas

Ending the study date

Quick bathroom suck

Letting him play with your tits

He finally masters eating

Making him wait

Gally + Minho

Using both holes

Brenda + Teresa

You're the cuck

[hanjinibit]

MASTERLIST . ⊂⊃﹒ꔠ stray kids masterlist.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒BANG CHAN.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒LEE KNOW.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒SEO CHANGBIN.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒HWANG HYUNJIN.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒HAN JISUNG.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒LEE FELIX.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒KIM SEUNGMIN.

﹒（｀✿´）﹒YANG JEONGIN.

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Lee Know x reader

Summery: he finds the hidden pregnancy test

Warnings: none

SS: 3

Playlist: complicated by Citizen soldier

Master list: here

A/N: @ellemir2404 request 17 for Lee Know. Thank you for the support. I hope this is what you wanted. I always have fun with writing for Lee Know.

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high rise ────୨ৎ──── l. minho x fem reader

warnings: dominant!minho, exhibitionism, marking, unprotected sex, light choking, established relationship wc: 1730 author's note: heheheh, the thought of doing this is actually sooo hot

The elevator ride to the 30th floor had been torture, the confined space thick with unspoken tension that only you seemed to notice. The members' chatter filled the air—Felix recounting a fan's sign that had him cracking up, Hyunjin complaining about a wardrobe malfunction mid-performance—but Minho's focus was solely on you.

His hand rested possessively on the small of your back; you'd caught his eye once, and the promise there made your stomach flip. This tour had been a whirlwind of stolen moments: quickies in dressing rooms, heated makeouts in tour buses. But tonight, he had other plans.

Minho's room is at the end of the hall, the one with the killer view all the guys envied during check-in. As you reach the door, he fishes the keycard from his pocket, flashing you a sly grin.

“Night, guys,” he calls over his shoulder, his voice carrying that signature playful lilt. The members murmur their goodnights, dispersing to their own rooms with tired waves and a few lingering laughs.

Chan claps Minho on the back. “Get some rest. We've got soundcheck early.”

Minho nods, but his eyes are already on you, dark and intent, like he's been holding back all night.

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the world. The room is massive, all sleek modern lines and muted luxury. But it's the floor to ceiling windows that dominate, stretching from the king-sized bed to the far wall, offering an unobstructed panorama of the city below. Traffic crawls like fireflies, distant figures hurrying along sidewalks, unaware of what’s about to unfold above them. Minho locks the door, turns, and his gaze locks on you—intense, predatory.

"Finally, alone," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he steps closer.

His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, and before you can respond, his lips crash into yours. Minho's tongue slips past your lips, demanding, exploring, before his teeth graze your lower lip in a sharp bite that makes you gasp.

He chuckles against your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. "That's it, make those pretty sounds for me."

His fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss, biting down again, harder this time, tugging your lip between his teeth until it stings. You whine softly, and his eyes darken with satisfaction. He loves that—your little whines, the way they betray how much you crave him.

“Little minx.” He grabs your hand, pulling you deeper into the room.

The space is opulent: a sitting area with a leather couch, a minibar stocked to the brim, and that bed—massive, with crisp white sheets begging to be ruined. But Minho bypasses it all, heading straight for the windows.

“Kitten,” he murmurs, voice rough from the performance, stepping close.

His fingers trace your jaw, tilting your face up for a kiss that's all heat and demand. Tongues tangle, his body pressing you back toward the windows. You taste the adrenaline on his lips and feel his cock hardening against your thigh through his jeans.

He breaks the kiss, lips trailing to your ear. “I've been half-hard all-night thinking about this. Fucking you right here, where anyone could look up and see.”

The little gasp you let out has him smirking. Minho's mouth trails down your jaw, hot and insistent, nipping at your skin before he reaches your neck. He sucks hard, right at the pulse point, his tongue flicking over the spot as he draws out a mark that'll bloom purple by morning.

Another bite, deeper, and you moan, the sound echoing in the quiet suite. He spins you around, pressing your back to his chest, his arms banding around you. From here, the view hits you full force—the endless sprawl of lights, the distant hum of life. Minho's breath is hot against your neck. His hand slides up, fingers wrapping around your throat—not squeezing yet, just holding, a promise of what's coming.

“Look at that,” he whispers, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast through your shirt, thumb circling your nipple until it hardens. “All those people down there. They have no idea what's about to happen up here.”

Minho rests his chin on your shoulder. “Perfect spot, isn't it? No curtains to hide behind.”

He grinds his hips into your ass, his dick now fully hard, and he bites your neck again, sucking until you're arching into him.

Your body responds before your mind can catch up, a needy whimper escaping as his teeth graze your shoulder. “Minho...” His name is a plea, but he just laughs softly, nuzzling your hair.

“Are you already wet for me, kitten? Thinking about having all those eyes on you?” he taunts.

“Yes,” you admit, voice breathy. The truth is, the risk turns you on more than you want to say.

His fingers slip under your skirt, moving your underwear to the side and then sliding between your folds, finding your clit and circling it slowly. You buck against his hand, slickness coating his digits.

He groans, pumping two fingers inside you, curling them just right to make you moan.

“Fuck, you're soaked. You like the idea of getting caught, don't you? Dirty little kitten, getting off on strangers seeing me stretch this tight pussy.” He thrusts his fingers deeper, and you cry out, hands bracing against the glass. The cool surface shocks your palms, but it grounds you as pleasure builds.

Minho pulls his fingers free abruptly, bringing them to your lips. “Taste yourself.”

You suck them clean, eyes locked on his reflection in the glass, the act making your core clench.

“That's my good kitten,” he murmurs, but he's not satisfied yet.

Your heart is pounding against your chest, the thrill of it all making you ache deep in your belly when Minho gives his next order. “I want your clothes off. Now.”

His hands find your waist, grabbing the hem of your shirt as he lifts, pulling it over your head. Then he works on your bra, practiced fingers easily unhooking it. Next goes your skirt and underwear, leaving you completely bare before the window.

Minho presses a chaste kiss to your cheek as his hands wander your body. “Hands on the glass, ass out. Bend for me.”

You comply, palms flattening against the cold pane, arching your back. The chill seeps into your skin, contrasting the fire building inside.

Minho steps up behind you, pressing himself into you, letting you feel his throbbing cock. “Look down there, kitten. All those people. Imagine if one glances up—sees you spread open, begging for my dick.”

He slaps your ass lightly, the sting blooming into heat. You whimper, pushing back against him.

“Please, Minho—” you whine, pushing back against him.

The city sprawls out below, a sea of lights and distant figures—anyone who looked up could see you like this, splayed out, vulnerable. The thought makes your heart pound, a mix of fear and thrill that Minho knows you love. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips as he grinds his still-clothed erection against your ass.

“Let them watch,” he growls into your ear, nipping at the lobe before his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them wider.

You hear the zipper of his pants, the rustle of fabric, and then he's free—his cock pressing hot and insistent against your entrance. He doesn't tease for long; just enough to get himself slick with your juices, stretching you full in a single stroke.

You cry out, the sound muffled against the window as he sets a punishing rhythm, slamming into you from behind. Each thrust jolts your body forward, your breasts rubbing against the glass, nipples hardening from the friction and exposure. Minho's hand snakes around to your throat again, pulling your head back slightly so he can bite at your shoulder, marking you anew while he fucks you deep and relentless.

“Whine for me,” he demands between grunts, his hips snapping harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Your moans spill out uncontrollably, high and needy, as he drives you toward the edge, the risk of being seen only heightening every sensation.

Minho's teeth graze the side of your neck, sharp and teasing, before he sinks them in just hard enough to make you gasp, the sting blooming into heat as his tongue follows, sucking greedily at the skin. He leaves another dark bruise there, claiming you with every pull of his mouth while his cock drives deeper into your pussy, each thrust a deliberate grind that hits that spot inside you over and over. The rhythm is merciless, his hips snapping forward with a force that rocks your body against the window.

His free hand abandons your hip, sliding around your front to find your clit, fingers circling it roughly, slick with your arousal. He pinches and rubs in tight, insistent strokes, matching the pace of his pounding thrusts, pushing you higher with every touch.

“Come on, kitten,” he growls against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, voice laced with that commanding edge that makes your walls clench around him. “I want to feel you shatter.”

His mouth marking your throat, his fingers working your swollen clit, his thick length stretching and filling you builds the pressure unbearably fast makes your moans turn into desperate whines that fog the glass.

You can't hold back; the orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your pussy spasming around his cock as you cry out, body trembling and arching back into him. Waves of pleasure pulse from your core, making your legs shake, but Minho doesn't let up, thrusting through your climax, drawing it out until you're oversensitive and whimpering.

Only then does he pull out with a wet slide, his hand fisting his cock as he pumps himself once, twice. Hot spurts of cum land across your ass, painting your skin in sticky ropes that drip down your cheeks, marking you in yet another way. He leans in close, his chest heaving against your back, lips brushing the fresh bite on your neck as he catches his breath.

“Good kitten,” he murmurs, a satisfied smirk in his tone, his fingers trailing through the mess on your ass before giving it a light smack that makes you jolt.

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5sos but with Maze Runner Characters

Thinking about Maze Runner band au. Very similar to 5sos, but there are 5 members, and I added a keyboard as a main instrument.

Mainly thinking about Minho lol (Minho x Reader)

I think he'd play guitar, mostly cause that's just what's left. Thomas would play rhythm guitar and sing; Newt would play bass; Gally would play drums, and Frypan would play keyboard/ piano. Which would leave Minho to play lead guitar.

I'm thinking this starts as something they're in college for fun. Minho attends practice just because he enjoys seeing his friends; he doesn't really care that much for making music or playing the guitar initially, but it grows on him. And the band gets incredibly popular so he starts taking it more seriously.

I think he'd somewhat like the attention of being popular, but you wouldn't have to worry about it going to his head. I see him as a fairly grounding presence in the band.

The popularity would for sure get to Gally, and it'd be mostly Minho keeping him in check. I think Newt would hate the attention and wouldn't want to participate in interviews or public appearances, and Minho would have no problem filling in for his absence. I think he'd play up whatever persona he's presenting to the cameras extra hard to make up for a missing member. And I think he'd be happy to answer questions on Newt's behalf.

I really do see Minho as being able to handle most things. He'd be able to balance the band, school, and your relationship. I could see the reader being either the band's manager or just someone who thought he was cute in class.

Going off the manager idea, I think you guys would meet in class. You two would be grouped for a project, and it would go shockingly smoothly. You're incredibly organized and a great communicator, so you break the project down into easy items, and Minho is super engaged in his classes, so he's super easy to work with and explains any confusing concepts really well. Overall, it's a very pleasant experience, and he invites you to manage the band.

The band would be at the start of its popularity. During practice, Frypan had mentioned finding a manager so they could start making money, and later that week, Minho would spot you. The project is over by this point, and you two have stopped talking, seeing as you two have nothing else to say to each other. But he'd spot you on his way to class and ask if you'd be interested in managing the band. And you'd agree, you love to manage. On every group project you've ever done, you've fought to be the leader. You love being in control and calling the shots. You're assertive and to the point; you're perfect for the job.

And you do an amazing job. You and Minho start hanging out more, naturally, and you find you really like him. He's smart, down-to-earth, and easy to be around.

Your first real introduction to him would be after practice. Of course, you got a taste of what he's like during that project, but it only lasted a week, and you'd worked on it solely in class together. This was different; it was just you two. Since he was the one you were the most familiar with, you'd talk to him after band practice to run ideas by him. He knew everyone better than you, and his responses helped you gauge what the group would think of your ideas. It starts innocent enough. You two would hang out in his garage after everyone had left and chat. At first, they were quick chats where you'd ask a few questions, he'd give you some thoughtful answers, and then you'd be on your way.

But he has a way of reeling you in. He'd tell you how grateful he is for your help and ask how you were doing in your shared class. He'd convince you to "study" together. It's more fun to learn together than on your own. You do some amount of studying, of course, but you mostly sit and talk. And at some point, it becomes a lot less talking and a lot more making out. He remains sweet the whole way through; that's who he is. He's always happy to see you, and brings you a treat whenever you all hang out to "study." It'll be something he baked, or something someone else baked that he saved for you. Sometimes it'll be a sweet drink that barely counts as a coffee. It's mostly sugar and whipped cream. Sweet like him.

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Keep on Writing

Pairing:Minho x male reader

Summary:Minho knows you can perserve.

416 words

I think I’ve officially gone blind. The letters are all blending together on the screen in a bunch of incoherent nonsense. If I lean close enough, I learn that the essay has officially started speaking to me. It's whispering in my ear, haunting in my head, saying the same thing over and over.

Just give up, and take the failing grade.

I think I should at this point. The alternative has to be some kind of heinous death. My eyes keep drooping despite my attempts to stay awake. I can do this. I know I’m capable of this.

Maybe just not for this specific assignment.

As I groaned, burying my face in my hands, someone firmly grabbed my shoulder. Snapping my head back, I stood up, clenching a pencil in my fist. My heart was beating out of my chest, my cheeks growing warm at the adrenaline.

“I just figured you’d want a little bit of energy,”he shrugged, setting a cup on my desk. Collapsing back in my seat, I rubbed my aching temples.

“Maybe I’m not cut out for this,”I accepted, looking back at my own reflection on the screen. I don't think I recognized him anymore. His eye bags could make a raccoon jealous, and something about him seemed like hadn't eaten in weeks. He was pathetic in every way, clearly not built for this.

“Maybe I should drop o-ow!”I was cut off by a slap on my back. Turning around, I glared at him.

“No boyfriend of mine is going to be a failure. I love you, because I know you can do things like this. You're resilient even when it's hard.”

“But-”

“So you're going to drink that coffee, you're going to finish your essay, and you're gonna fall asleep on the couch before you proofread it.”

I sighed as I looked at the hot cup steam rising out of the small cap. Minho was looking at me through the screen, his dark eyes gazing expectantly. He believed in me more than anyone else, and he was my favorite person in a way I never expected. He was confident in himself and confident in what he said.

He was confident in me.

“Do you have anything to-”

“Already on it,”he promised, plopping a bagged sandwich on my desk. Sitting up straighter, I looked at the word count that was right there. I just had to keep going, keep working, and maybe ask my Minho for another coffee.

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which drafts should i finish?

hihi cuties i have a billion drafts and not a lot of motivation to finish them so pretty pls vote and help me decide what to finish first!

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stupid song pt 2 - b. chan: bsfs to lovers, angst!

lonely out in paris - h. hyunjin: hyunjin wants to know if you got ur taste back

expectations - s. gojo: frat boy gojo really wants another chance..

chicago - l. minho: the girl minho met on tour said she didn’t have no man..

dream guest on my podcast - k. bakugo: he guest stars on ur cute baking show!

what’s wrong with me - h. jisung: falling out of love w jisung, heavy angst 🥺

work song - k. bakugo: bakugo dies in the war but: he’ll crawl home to you

martin x katseye reader: this one isn’t named yet.. thrifting meet cute smau🫰

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