BETWEEN US

BETWEEN US

LEGEND 🖤Pairing · 📜Word Count · 🪐AU/Genre/Trope · 🚨 Warnings

🖤Lee Know x (afab) Reader x Seungmin 📜5.7k | Approx. 24-min. read 🪐Slice of life: Established relationship, Domestic BDSM relationship, Smut, Fluff 🚨Mentions of death and funerals (reader is a mortician), polyamory, kink introduction/exploration—petplay (use of 'miss', 'master', 'lapdog', 'good boy'), threesome, dom/sub dynamics (dom!Minho, sub!Seungmin, switch!reader), M/M sexual acts (kissing, blowjob), consensual filming of sexual acts, rimming, pegging, thigh riding, slight breathplay, overstimulation (m. receiving), sex toys, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

SYNOPSIS When you know you've found the one, it doesn't take forever to tie the knot. That being said, nobody has ever told you or your other half Seungmin that it was possible to find "the two".

*I'd like to extend my special thanks to z (ipegchangbin) and alix (iwoofyoo) for their valuable insights during the creation process! I appreciate you.

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Death is inevitable, and nothing can quite prepare you for it even when you know it’s coming. 

This was the fine line of a mortician’s job description and you had come to terms with it long ago.

At the end of the day, funerals were notorious for being bleak events surrounded by hushed murmurs as people paid their last respects to the deceased. It was your job to arrange these somber gatherings and provide the bereaved with the necessary guidance and services.

Most people would not understand it maybe, but it gave you a strange sense of wholesomeness to know that everybody was one here no matter what walk of life they belonged to. Everybody was welcome regardless of their faith or the lack thereof, no matter how swollen or shrunken their bank accounts may have been once upon a time, what they looked like, where they lived, who they loved… Everybody bled the same color in the end, and that was why nothing could be fairer than death. We were all the same once our hearts stopped beating.

And you had seen so many things by then that you were convinced nothing could surprise you anymore. 

Until he walked into your office one day for his appointment at a godforsaken hour due to your crazy schedule.

“How may I help you today?”

A crisp suit. Broad shoulders. Earnest-looking. Levelheaded. But he had this somewhat of a tense aura to him because he wasn’t smiling.

Maybe it was because there was death involved.

“I uh– I don’t know how to do this,” he averted his eyes from you after sitting down, “I never had to arrange something like this before.”

“That’s why I’m here,” you reassured him, “I’ll be with you every step of the planning. I can also connect you with several grief counselors if you’d like.”

He finally held your gaze, studying your face as if he was mentally bracing himself for impact.

“You’re sure you’re not gonna judge me for what I’m about to ask you?”

“I don’t think honoring someone has rules set in stone, Mr. Kim,” you shrugged with an aloof expression.

“Please,” he creased his brows, “Mr. Kim is a fucking stressed-out lawyer. I’d like to be Seungmin here if that’s okay.”

“Duly noted, Seungmin,” you emphatically uttered his name with a warm smile.

His tense shoulders drooped with relief when you smiled at him like that. He smiled back. He looked ten times more charming when he smiled.

Then off he went with telling you about the party he wanted to throw in honor of his late friend Jiwon who was a jazz pianist. He wanted everything in the shades of midnight blue, Jiwon’s favorite color. All of Jiwon’s favorite food and drinks to be served at the reception. Jiwon’s music playing in the background at all times. And instead of a eulogy, a roast was supposed to take place because Jiwon enjoyed the crap out of insult comedy. You burst into heartfelt laughter even though you were fully aware you were in the middle of a very serious conversation, but your client didn’t seem to take any offense to that.

“Please forgive me,” you did your utmost best to kill your remaining giggles, “It’s just that I’ve never received such requests throughout my entire career!”

“Well, nobody ever thinks about a funeral as a celebration of life,” Seungmin flashed a broken smile, “And they really should.”

What a refreshing perspective that was, indeed. A funeral as a happy occasion. Would that really be the worst thing when life was already loaded with so many ugly things?

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I’ve been going on and on, haven’t I?” Seungmin apologetically uttered while looking at his watch, “I didn’t mean to hold you back. My apologies to your boyfriend in advance.”

“That’s cute of you to assume, but the insane hours I work don’t really allow that for the time being,” you sheepishly laughed, which seemed to confound Seungmin for some reason.

“You really have no one to go home to?” he asked with gigantic puppy eyes.

“Why is that so hard to believe?”

“I… I apologize,” he full-on panicked, afraid he was coming across as rude, “I was– I was just thinking to myself there was no way you were single is all.”

He closed his eyes and heaved a deep sigh as if to say Way to blow it, clearly annoyed with himself. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t even think twice before politely showing him the door, but he had this oddly charming quality to him, a certain je ne sais quoi that made you want to jump the gun. Maybe it was the inner compass you had built for yourself after dealing with massive numbers of people for years. Maybe it was the conversation you shared for the past hour or so. Maybe it was how his eyes turned into crescent moons when he laughed that was so trust-inducing.

“I was about to grab a bite. You wanna come with?” you asked without thinking, which seemed to confound Seungmin for some reason. Again.

“Reall–? I mean… Is it oka–? I wouldn’t want t—”

“It’s fine,” your smile signaled him to relax, “I could use some friendly company. Today was a long day.”

“Oh,” he lowered his gaze to the floor, “That busy, huh?”

“Yeah, some dude went on and on about a roast night he wanted to throw for his friend,” you winked at him as his face visibly flushed, “There is a 24-hour diner on the corner. That okay with you?”

“Of course!”

Once you walked into the diner, you were greeted with a surprised but knowing smile from Rose, the diner’s owner, as she’d never seen you bring someone here before, much less at that hour. After taking your orders, she brought a large pitcher of beer to your table, saying it was ‘on the house’, and you picked up your conversation with Seungmin where you left off while scarfing down your burgers.

“This is utterly fascinating,” Seungmin tilted his head with lips parted, “I mean you’re basically working in the industry of death, if there is one.”

“Didn’t you say you were an entertainment lawyer?” you pointed your fry at him, “I bet you’re seeing career suicides quite often.”

“Touché,” he chuckled and took a large gulp from his beer.

You talked each other’s ears off the entire night, about Jiwon, Seungmin’s cases, your clients, and the strangest things that happened to you both. It was around 4 AM when you left the place. 

You had your first date two weeks after your first encounter since Seungmin insisted a night at a greasy spoon could not possibly count as a date, no matter how involuntary. You shared your first kiss that very night. You invited him into your bed on your third date. You decided to move in together after six months. Seven months. Eight months. Ten months. You got to know every unnecessary detail about one another. 

Fifteen months later you were reciting your wedding vows to each other with absolute adoration beaming out of your eyes and you thought that was your fair share of happy endings.

You were spectacularly mistaken.

The loud sound of the door being slammed alerted you that Seungmin was home, causing you to violently flinch in the meantime.

“Baby?” you called out towards the entrance of your apartment, “Everything okay?”

“No.”

You paused the show you were watching to go check on him, but he had already made his way into the living room, plopping down next to you with an exasperated sigh.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you threw your arm around his shoulder, “Talk to me.”

Seungmin closed his eyes and shifted to rest his head on your lap, quite clearly not in the mood to do any kind of talking.

“Could you like… just stroke my hair for a bit?”

Why, of course you would. There were days when Seungmin came home stressed as fuck, but never to this extent. He would usually just vent for about half an hour and then calm down. You had an inkling that this may have had something to do with his recent promotion that forced him to make a bunch of tough decisions at work. 

“I’m here,” you tangled your fingers in his locks, “I’m always here, baby.”

His breathing relaxed unbeknownst to him. His eyes were still closed.

But he was feeling… something else.

“Just… Just keep doing it.”

He would love to be taken care of as if he was helpless for a change. He would love to not fucking think about anything else besides the attention he was receiving. From the only person that mattered in this world.

You.

The satisfaction he got from your innocent ministrations reached such an extreme level that he couldn’t control his urges anymore.

“Fuck me.”

“Huh?”

“Fuck me,” he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, “Right here right now.”

This was the first time you were seeing Seungmin like this in all your time together. He attacked your lips with so much need that one would think you hadn’t fucked each other in quite a while.

“I need you bad,” he whispered against your lips, “Take care of me. Please.”

He had never been one to hand you the ropes that easily, or ask to be flat-out gratified like a pillow prince. You had known Seungmin as a man who knew exactly what he wanted. On the rougher side. Absolutely loving the way he crumbled you. But that day…

Something was different.

At first, you thought he was just getting turned on to the notion of being catered to, but the more you worked him, the more you paid attention to him, the more he was slipping into a different headspace. 

And he noticed he loved it for some reason.

He loved the way you were handling him with such care. He loved how you were reacting to his little kisses, his warm touches, his slippery marks all over your body. He loved satisfying you as you were satisfying him.

“Am I– Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re doing fucking perfect.”

“But I deserve a reward for it,” he grabbed your face in between his large hands, “Don’t you think so, too, miss?”

Good god, stop before I eat you alive.

You had never seen him act like this before, but a part of you was so so weak for it. Your other half desperately wanting to please you, asking for your validation and the praises that would spill from your lips. This perfection of a man under you hyperfixating on the one word you would utter. With those gigantic eyes. With excruciating anticipation.

“Of course. Of course, you do,” you threw your hands around his neck, “If you make me cum, I’ll make it feel so good.”

“Like you always do.”

“Like I always do.” 

You felt his slick fingers pressed against your clit rubbing you fervently, resolute to make you drip all around him. You didn’t even need to tell him how to touch you right—he knew exactly how to go about it to make you moan that loudly with his cock buried deep in you. He knew exactly how to finish you without even fucking a pump inside you. All you needed to do was look into his eyes, give in to his kisses, and let your soul be ripped apart for the umpteenth time.

“Faster. Faster!”

You let yourself cum hard, arching against his chest, pushing his head into your neck, and absolutely relishing the feeling. You melted in his arms and lips as you rode out your high and came back to your senses.

“Spread your legs for me.”

You instructed him and he simply obliged, waiting for the commands you had in store for him.

“You like the attention, don’t you?” you chuckled against his skin, “Do you like it when I shower you with love like this?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to drown you in it?” you obscenely kissed his thighs.

“Oh, god, YES!”

His wish was your command, of course.  Little did you know this very first encounter was going to open the door to new realms for you.

You loved Seungmin to death, but his work functions were nothing but a bore. Just all the lawyers lawyering all over the place, talking about subpoenas, due diligences, depositions and whatnot while you just stood there downing drinks after drinks just to be able to stand them. This time around, he promised a bit of fun as the reception was hosted by an entertainment company his firm was representing, and the artists of the agency were also supposed to attend the event.

“So you can play TMZ all you want. They stop watching their mouths once they start drinking,” he threw his blazer on as a finishing touch and turned to you, “How do I look?”

You lifted your head up to check out his completed look and you almost lost it. Seungmin was legitimately wearing a collar, but to an outsider, it would just look like a bold choice of a necklace. You inadvertently bit your lips.

“Is that for me?”

He mischievously nodded with sparks flying out of his eyes. You got up and slowly clasped your hands behind his nape.

“Why do I feel like you’re up to no good?” 

“Maybe I am.”

“A bit early for mischief, don’t you think?”

He didn’t say anything, just grinned at you and smudged a little bit of your lipgloss while kissing you a bit too hungrily.

Needless to say, he had it coming. He deserved to be relentlessly teased in the car all the way to the venue for making you put on a fresh coat at the last second. 

Turns out, when an entertainment company held an event like this, it was indeed much more colorful. Rather than the fancy-law-school jerks playing polo on their high horses, it was a much lighter atmosphere with chatter and laughter filling up the space.

“Wow, it’s really crowded in here,” you widened your eyes as you scanned the people with bold fashion choices all around. You and Seungmin each grabbed two glasses of vodka to chug so that this event was a little more endurable.

“I promise I’ll take you back home as soon as we can,” Seungmin subtly smacked your ass and spoke softly in a voice only audible to you, “Then we can play all night.”

“Oh, is that so?” you wrapped your hand around his waist and pulled him a little closer, “Up for a little challenge?”

“I’m listening?”

“If you can slip five ‘meong’s into your sentences while talking to these people, there will be a big treat for you when we get home.”

His lips slightly parted, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

“You mean… You mean, you’ll—”

“Mhm,” you pretended to fix his shirt and uttered nonchalantly, “I’ll suck you dry and will keep on sucking you even when you have nothing left to give me.”

Causing his brain to short-circuit like that was one of your favorite things to do, but before you could drag it on any further, someone appeared right behind Seungmin.

“Look who it is,” the man with high cheekbones and wavy bangs falling in front of his eyes threw his arm around Seungmin’s shoulder, “We don’t need a narc here tonight, man. I’ll call you when I’m being sued.”

“So like, tomorrow,” Seungmin deadpanned and the two guys broke into a laughter fit that lasted a hot minute. Then the nameless man’s gaze darted to you.

“Weren’t you married?” he asked Seungmin with his eyes still on you, “If I was your wife, I wouldn’t be that ecstatic about my husband partying with hot girls. Just saying.”

“Fine, we get it, you got game. She is my wife, dumbass,” he landed a smack on his friend’s head, “Baby, this is Minho.”

“No shit! The notorious player in the flesh,” you shook the hand of this diabolically good-looking man, “I’ve heard so much about you. Nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“So you are talking about me,” Minho seamlessly turned the handshake into a hand kiss, “May I know the context?”

“Oh, all good stuff. You’re one of the things we’re grateful for on Thanksgiving for keeping us rich.”

Minho burst into a high-pitched cackle, way too much entertained by you. Once his laughter died down, he noticed the particular accessory adorning Seungmin’s neck.

“Interesting necklace. Very tasteful,” he pointed at the collar with a knowing smile, “How come I’ve never seen you wear this to work before?”

“So? You also don’t see me coming to work in my boxers.”

A brief silence followed as Minho kept alternating between looking at you and Seungmin, and his grin grew even wider when he finally managed to connect the dots.

“Kim… fucking… Seungmin. Who knew?” Minho checked him out from head to toe, and he turned to address you directly in a lower voice, “Be honest with me. On a scale of one to ten, how much of a good boy is he being for you?”

Seungmin was quite familiar with Minho’s lack of social filters, but even then he was stunned at how straightforward he was being about this. He was nothing but composed on the outside, yet his cheeks reddening rapidly was giving him away. You, on the other hand, were just surprised Minho was able to pick up on the subtle hints this quickly.

“Eleven,” you spoke while facing Seungmin, and caressed his cheek, “He’s just the best boy. Aren’t you, baby?”

A kiss on the neck had always been Seungmin’s weakness, and you knew how his brain shut down immediately. He couldn’t even control the way he melted into your lips, more so because you were showering him with affection publicly for the first time when his head was… someplace else.

And Minho loved what he was seeing.

“I don’t mean to be bold,” he fished for something in the pocket of his leather jacket, “But if you ever want another playmate, hit me up. Seungmin knows how discreet I am.”

As he handed you a card that contained his personal number, he leaned into the small space between you and Seungmin and spoke in a hushed tone.

“And I really like to watch.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that for a second. Obviously, you two weren’t the only people in this world who were into this play, but for a long while, you actually believed you were. It never came up even during the raunchiest conversations with your friends, so you really thought this was maybe a Kim-household-exclusive thing. It should have felt invasive. Crass even. You weren’t exactly sure whether it was because you were already tipsy, or because it was Minho being this forward that tickled you inside.

“And why should we hit you up if we wanted a playmate?” you tried your utmost best to keep your composure.

“Because I’m very experienced with obedience training,” he winked and turned around, “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

After Minho left, you and Seungmin stood there for a second, looking at each other with blank stares.

“Well, that was… interesting to say the least,” you raised your brows in mild surprise. Meanwhile, Seungmin examined your face through and through and popped the question without an ounce of hesitance.

“Would that be something you wanna try?”

You were sort of taken aback by how direct he was, but then again, this was your husband in question. Of course he was able to read you like an open book. You threw caution to the wind and asked him in return.

“I mean… Would you like to try?”

“I’m comfortable with it if you are, baby.”

His expression wasn’t stern at all, which came as a relief to you. It wasn’t that you needed to include someone else in your relationship—you and Seungmin were on the healthiest terms possible as you loved and respected each other very much, but you would be lying if you said the idea wasn’t even slightly intriguing. Not solely for you, but for both of you. Trusting someone to bring a bit of a different flavor into your life. The more you kept your silence, the more the temptation clawed its way into your soul.

You caved.

“One night only,” you held your husband’s hand and squeezed as if you wanted to reaffirm something to him, “If any of us are uncomfortable with anything we stop, and don’t ever bring this up again.”

Your expectations at the beginning were simple, almost non-existent. One oddinary night where you would invite a semi-stranger into your bedroom, test the waters, and probably never see him again.

Maybe you should have gotten off your high horse sooner because one night with Minho erased everything you and Seungmin thought you knew, and he landed in your lives like a meteor.

First, he only started frequenting your bedroom.

Then, he started frequenting your dinner table.

And finally, he started becoming a part of your life. He seeped through it before you knew it.

You thought it would just be an unusual fling, but neither you nor Seungmin could calculate you would form this oddly wholesome bond among you three. The more time passed by, the more it felt like Minho and his antics were the piece you didn’t know was missing. And it felt okay.

It felt right.

You were in the middle of your usual Sunday grooming session with Seungmin that morning. You had just finished blow-drying his hair in the living room and were about to start trimming his nails when you noticed a bandaid on his finger.

“Baby, did you hurt yourself?”

“It’s– it’s nothing,” he slightly flinched in his place, “I wasn’t being careful with the knives the other day.”

You looked into his big doe eyes with a smile and placed a kiss on his finger. Right when you were about to get to work, Minho’s roar echoed all the way from the bathroom.

“THE FUCK, Seungmin?!!”

You almost flatlined whereas Seungmin just let out a snort. You recognized that impish smirk instantly.

“What did you do this time?”

“I put a snail in his bathrobe,” he leisurely shrugged.

“Baby!!!”

“He had it coming! I told him to hang his towels after getting out of the shower a billion times.”

You couldn’t help the involuntary laugh yourself, either. Their cat and dog shenanigans were a routine of your household now, and you knew for a fact they would kiss and make up before noon. Seungmin couldn’t stand it when Minho dragged out the pouting.

After dinner, you all sprawled on the couch to continue binging the show Minho picked in your usual formation: Seungmin on your lap with his chest leaned against yours and his legs on Minho. It was always during these lazy evenings that you felt like you could burst with happiness.

“Stop tickling me!” Seungmin growled at Minho who had somewhat of a knowing smile on his face.

“Did you tell her yet?”

“Tell me what?” you turned your attention to them.

“What we’ve been doing behind your back,” Minho slapped an annoyingly secretive expression on his face while munching on his popcorn.

“We said we weren’t going to say anything until tonight,” Seungmin muttered between his teeth while turning into an absolute tomato.

“What’s going on?” you sat up straight, demanding an explanation from them.

Seungmin let out a resigned exhale and removed the band-aid on his ring finger. There was an abstract figure of three delicately intertwined triangles engraved on it in black ink.

“You… got a tattoo,” you stated matter-of-factly, not knowing how to properly react to this.

“It’s… It’s not just that,” he averted his eyes to his finger, “It stands for me, you, and Minho.”

You wanted to say something, but it felt like you forgot everything in your vocabulary. The only thing you could process was how overwhelmed you were with your emotions. You just smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss, to which Minho immediately protested.

“Hey, where’s my kiss?!”

“Sorry, I don’t see any tattoos on you.”

“Oh, so that’s the entrance fee,” he put the bowl in his lap on the coffee table and wiped his hands with a tissue, “Wanna show her?”

Seungmin dragged down Minho’s bottoms just enough to expose his v-line, and you saw the identical pattern peeking right under his waistband.

“Oh, you fucking did not!”

“I want my kiss,” he pointed at his tattoo, “Right here.”

After a brief pause, you leaned over to kiss Minho’s crotch, and got your ass gently bitten by Seungmin in the meantime.

“Someone’s in heat,” Minho softly chuckled, “Why don’t you accompany her to our bedroom and I’ll be right there.”

“You heard the master,” Seungmin extended his hand to you, “Come.”

The second you walked into the bedroom, he started kissing your face off right away. You knew how he was going to start moaning when you moved to his neck, so you didn’t waste any time hearing one of your favorite sounds in the world.

“Do you even know how cute you sound like that?” you chortled against his skin.

“I don’t remember telling you you can go ahead without me without permission,” Minho appeared behind you shortly after, and you felt his breathing down your nape, “Can’t wait to have your fun for two seconds?”

He placed Seungmin’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt to signal him to take it off while he rid you of your bottoms. As Seungmin inhaled your lips and fondled your breasts, you felt how hard Minho already was behind you on your bare hips.

“Come sit on my lap,” Minho pulled you towards the bed, “Let me spoil you a little.”

You watched both men get undressed for you, and once Minho made himself comfortable against the headboard, you climbed over him.

“Slick already. Love that,” he licked his lips while caressing your pussy, “Ride it. I wanna watch you make a mess on me.”

You straddled his deliciously thick thighs and started riding him. Meanwhile, Seungmin slithered his way up to steal wet kisses from Minho. Once they broke the kiss, you felt Minho’s large hand wrapped around your throat and his grip started tightening.

“Ride it properly. No cumming for the rest of the night for you if you can’t finish yourself on my thighs,” he ordered with a firm voice and turned his attention to Seungmin again, “Let’s help her out, shall we? Be a good boy and go down for me. Show us what that mouth can do.”

You watched the way Seungmin made his way between Minho’s legs and ghosted his lips on his cock, intently watching him twitch with anticipation. Then he took his entire length into his mouth and started blowing him in earnest.

“Ah, fuck, just like that,” Minho threw his head back, one hand on your waist to support you and the other hand in Seungmin’s hair, “Fucking sloppy. Just the way I like it.”

Watching the way Seungmin was going at it stirred something inside you and you started riding Minho faster. When you picked up your pace, he channeled his attention to you again.

“You know how much he loves your taste, don’t you? We’ve recently figured out something he likes more.”

“W-what… what did y– Fuck!”

“Your taste on me,” he flashed an absolutely sinister smile, “Lay down for me, gorgeous. Give me a kiss.”

As you laid down next to Minho, Seungmin began lapping at the trail you left on his thighs like there was no tomorrow. You were allowed to watch for a little bit, but the show got cut short when Minho wanted your lips on his again. His moans in your mouth became louder when Seungmin took him down his throat, and it wasn’t long before he came hard with his breath taken away by you.

“There you go, you beautiful thing,” Minho petted Seungmin’s disheveled hair and reached for his phone on the nightstand, “You know you’ve earned yourself a huge reward now, don’t you? You know where to go.”

As Seungmin crawled between your legs, he turned on his camera and started instructing him.

“Look at her all spread out and soaking wet. Begs to be pleasured, don’t you think?” Minho placed a little kiss on his temple, “I know you’re thirsty. Lap at that pretty cunt. Show me how you lick her good.”

Going down on you himself was one thing, but Minho loved keeping a personal archive of your pussy getting eaten. He frequently filmed closeups of it, especially for when he was going to be out of town.

“Oh, fuck, that’s– That feels so good,” you pressed Seungmin’s head closer to you.

“Good boy,” Minho contently grinned, “Suck on her clit now. Get it all swollen for me.”

Seungmin followed every single instruction he received to a T, rapidly tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach with his perfect ministrations. You wanted him to snap it already, so fucking bad that you started riding his face in the exact same rhythm as he was making out with your clit.

“My perfect little lap dog. I so wanna show you off, YES!”

He didn’t stop until he extracted the last drop of cum out of you, but by the time you came down, he was in a pretty bad shape himself.

“It’s time you pay some attention to the poor thing,” Minho tutted in disapproval, “Look how much he’s leaking.”

You gestured Seungmin to come up so you could give him a much-deserved loving kiss, and shifted him under you in the meantime.

“Since you’re such a good boy tonight, I’ll let you pick your own toys this time,” you kissed his crotch, “Which one do you want me to fuck you with, baby?”

Minho opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bunch of options for him, and Seungmin eventually landed on his tail plug. 

“Good choice,” you grinned at him as Minho handed you the toy, “Relax for me now, okay?”

He was painfully flushed already with his precum pooling around his slit, so when you dragged your tongue on his skin, it automatically elicited a loud whine out of him. You carefully worked him from his tip to his base with wet kisses all over. Nevertheless, Seungmin had been so turned on for quite a while that he came all over himself when you barely started rimming him.

“Tsk, but that’s not very nice, is it?” Minho let out a disappointed sigh, “Do we need to go over your training again?”

“I’m– I’m sorry,” Seungmin struggled with his words in between his panting, “I’m– I didn’t mean to…”

“But why did you cum knowing full well I was just getting started, baby?” you feigned displeasure and placed a little kiss on his balls, “I think someone needs to be taught a lesson.”

You continued getting him wet all around his entrance as planned, not caring how much he was writhing under you.

“God, please, too– too sens– FUCK!!!”

“Yeah, well, you should have thought of that in the first place,” Minho started filming a new video, “Now you’re gonna sit there and let her pleasure you as much as she wants.”

“Shh, I’m here,” you intertwined your fingers with Seungmin’s as he kept whimpering, “I’m right here. Just enjoy it.”

He was absolutely relishing it, but he was dying at the same time. Seungmin’s moans climbed gradually louder when you started fucking him and they turned concerningly high-pitched when you finally took him in the wet warmth of your mouth. The sight was a little too hot for Minho to handle, so he couldn’t resist stroking himself, seeking relief a little too desperately. 

“Damn, gorgeous, I gotta have you do this to me, too, sometime.”

You arched your ass while blowing Seungmin to make yourself a little more comfortable, but that went straight to Minho’s head. After a while, he simply couldn’t contain himself any longer. Touching himself wasn’t enough; he needed to fuck you. He was dying to fill you to the brim. He threw his phone back on the nightstand and found himself crawling behind you.

“You’re asking for it,” he firmly groped your ass, “You’re begging me to fuck you. Look how wet your cunt is just knowing I’m right behind you.”

You felt him rub his tip on your soaked folds and even that much was enough to make you clench.

“FUCK, why you gotta be so fucking perfect?!!”

He rammed himself inside you with one sharp thrust, and you started moaning against Seungmin’s cock. You started fucking him faster to force him to cum in your mouth again, and the sudden vibrations on his skin worked as the perfect catalyst. The way Seungmin thrashed under you while violently cumming and the way you were desperately moaning with your mouth and cunt stuffed hit Minho like a brain freeze. He slithered his hand between your legs to rub your clit, and once you started contracting around him hard, he pushed both of you off the ledge and creampied you just the way you loved. Having the two men you loved this much spilling into you like that was the utmost form of bliss for you. 

You collapsed on top of each other to catch your breaths for a while. You were snuggling under Seungmin’s arm while Minho hugged your waist as you caressed his damp hair.

“Do you think we should get a cat?” he asked out of nowhere after some time. You were still in no position to stitch words together, so the response came from Seungmin instead.

“Why the fuck would we do that when we already have you?”

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KISS ME MORE || lee minho

PAIRING: brother’s best friend!minho x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 13.2k

SUMMARY: he's your brother's best friend, and that should be enough to keep him off limits. but he's just a little too handsome, and you're just a little in too deep.

GENRE(S): smut, fluff

WARNINGS: smut [unprotected sex, fingering, degradation, praise, use of petnames (kitten and baby), dumbification, mean!dom minho] minho knows he's hot and is a menace to society

The first time you met him, he was leaning against the doorframe of your living room.

He was visiting your brother, but the fact that he wasn't here for you seemed to slip from your mind the moment you saw him. An infuriatingly pretty smile was planted onto his face, his hand brushing his hair out of his face as he introduced himself as Lee Minho to your family, not even sparing you a single glance. 

Lee Minho. 

It tasted good on your tongue, his name.

You wanted him already.

Lee Minho.

He'd met your brother a few years earlier, since they were both obsessed with dancing. Apparently, Minho was the best dancer on the team. Not that it came as a surprise when Chan brought it up at the dining table later that evening. You had already come to the conclusion that Lee Minho was god's favorite, and, consequently, good at everything he did.

He also lived only a few houses away from you and Chan, as it turned out. Basically a neighbor, your mom had commented when he revealed his address and you nodded along – did this mean you'd get to see him often?

That question was answered fairly quickly as Chan assured everyone they'd spend most of their time at Minho's house instead – so as not to disturb anyone, he had said. Oh, what a caring brother you had. At that moment you wanted to strangle him to death. Didn't he understand that Lee Minho was the most handsome boy you'd ever seen in your life? 

Or maybe he did understand, and that whole 'staying away from the Bang residency' thing was intentional because he, being the logical sibling, knew that if you happened to fall in love with his best friend, everything would become really awkward. 

Which, yeah, sure, makes sense. Lee Minho is, after all, your brother's best friend. You shouldn't like him, and he shouldn't like you.

Having gathered that information, it’s pretty obvious that there is just no fucking way that you have a chance with him. 

Right?

—

Two pm. That’s when his dancing lessons start. You haven’t memorized his schedule or anything – you’re not a creep, obviously – you know this solely because your brother shares that class with him. Yeah. It has nothing to do with the fact that you enjoy every second you can spend outside the dance hall, able to let your stare rest on Minho without seeming desperate. Because if there’s anything you dread more than him not paying attention to you, it’s him thinking of you as Chan’s pathetic little sister. 

It’s fun watching him dance. He’s so good at it that it’s mesmerizing, his movements clean and gaze focused as he learns the choreography way quicker than the rest of the dancers. It’s no secret that he’s better than them, yet it doesn’t seem to bother them. Maybe it shouldn’t bother you, either. If only him being out of your league was the only problem. But it isn’t, so you decide not to think about it anymore, and rather focus on the homework in front of you as you wait for your brother to finish class.

Except it’s very hard to take your eyes off someone who looks like him at that very moment – shirt sweaty and sticking to his body, accentuating his arms a little too well. You almost choke on air as he thrusts his hips forward – something that surely is a part of the choreography but shouldn’t be, because it makes you bite your lip and press your thighs together, thinking that you wouldn’t have anything against having those pretty hands of his wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you like that. 

You sigh and look away when they stop dancing, mentally slapping yourself. You've gone completely crazy, developing a crush on your brother's best friend, that's for sure.

“Hey, did you wait long?” You hear your brother’s voice to your right and you turn around to face him, pushing away your previous thoughts as your eyes land on his frame.

It takes all of your mental strength not to scream when you see that Chan isn’t the only person headed towards you as he leaves class, but that he’s accompanied by none other than Lee Minho – the guy whose dick you were thinking about just a minute ago. Shit, that’s just your luck isn’t it? Obviously, he just had to be here, and obviously, the one time you wish he wouldn’t pay attention to you, he does. You try your best not to look too caught off guard as you feel your face heat up from the way Minho’s eyes are set on you, cursing the world for the awful timing.

“You’re coming with us?” You blurt out in his direction, forcing your gaze to stay away from the way his soaked through white shirt allows you to see everything underneath and to focus on looking him right in the eye. Which is hard enough by itself, because his stare is so strong you fear your legs will give out from underneath you. 

“Yeah,” He says, and you swear his voice has gotten even more attractive since you heard him last. “Is that a problem?” 

“Of course not,” Chan answers for you. “We just need to finish practicing the choreo. We’ll be outside anyway, so we won’t bother you, right, Y/N?”

“Right.”

You’re quick to gather your things, relieved that when your eyes land on Minho’s frame again, he’s no longer looking at you, his face stoic like it usually is. The three of you head towards the bus stop, and you’re happy that it arrives after less than a minute, certain that this is an opportunity to sit somewhere where you can silently admire the dancer without him catching your stare. Unfortunately for you, the bus is packed with people eager to get home and there are no sitting spots available, forcing the three of you to squeeze your way through the crowd and into a corner.

You feel goosebumps spread across your skin as Minho’s shoulder accidentally brushes over yours, clutching your bag a little harder and biting your lip. It’s so unfamiliar, having him this close to you, so close that you can hear his breathing. You’re sure that if you moved only a little to the left, you’d be able to hear his heartbeat, too. A small gasp leaves your mouth as the bus abruptly moves, making you almost lose your balance. Thankfully, you manage to grab the handle above your head to steady yourself before you trip. 

It takes you a total of two and a half seconds to realize it’s the same handle that Minho’s holding. It takes you another three to realize you’re literally holding onto his fucking hand, that your skin is in contact with Lee Minho’s skin.

Holy shit.

You retrieve your hand so fast that you didn’t even know you could react that quickly, and it feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as you look everywhere just not in his direction. Did he notice that? Of course he did, how could he not? You held onto his hand, for fuck’s sake! And even if he didn’t care about that, he surely must’ve raised a brow at how you reacted to the physical contact. Like a crazy person. God, there is just no way you can ever look him in the eye after this. 

The rest of the ride you just keep your eyes planted to the floor, hoping you don't look as embarrassed as you feel. 

“We’re here,” You hear Chan say after a while, more to his friend than to you.

You wait for them to go first, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself, but your plan fails the moment Minho turns around in the doorway, looking at you expectantly. “You coming?” 

This time, as you’re walking past him, you make sure not to let your shoulder come in contact with his, but it doesn’t change the way your skin tingles when you meet his gaze for a split second. God, it’s going to be a long walk home. 

Fortunately for you, there’s a limit to how long a three hundred meters walk can last, and so after a couple of minutes, you’ve arrived. You waste no time going up to your room while Chan and Minho stay downstairs. The moment you enter the room it feels like you can finally breathe. 

Sitting down by the window, you calm yourself down, for the first time in your life happy to be away from your brother’s annoyingly hot best friend. You even manage to forget him for a while, almost too caught up in your homework to notice the two boys practicing on the lawn beneath your window. Almost.

In your defense, Minho’s impossible not to notice. You catch a glimpse of him – brows furrowed and forehead glistening in sweat – and it’s enough to make you admire him shamelessly from where you’re sitting, homework long forgotten. He dances with Chan for a while, explaining the moves to him and adjusting his shoulders when they’re positioned wrong, and it makes you wish you were in his place right now – having Minho’s fingers touch your skin, his attention set on you and not your godforsaken brother. Then, your eyes follow him as he leaves Chan alone, moving to where his bag lies and taking something out of it.

You can see the muscles on his arm flex as he opens his water bottle, before bringing it to his lips and throwing his head back to drink. Your mouth waters at the sight of his exposed neck and the veins on his fingers that are gripping the bottle tightly. It’s shameful how easy he can get you worked up – a throb forming in between your legs already, despite the action being quite unharmful. To anyone who doesn’t fantasize about him, obviously. Which excludes you.

Your heart gets caught up in your throat when you catch Minho smirking up at you, his eyes looking directly into yours and you’re frozen in place for a second, unsure of what to do with yourself. Finally, you tear your gaze away from him, utterly embarrassed for what seems like the nth time today. 

—

Nothing can top the relief you feel when Minho announces he's heading home after spending a good two hours at your and Chan's house. Unfortunately, he also promises to be back tomorrow after your brother’s swimming practice, so that they can perfect the choreography. (Which is, by the way, so unnecessary, because you've seen Minho dance and that choreography needs no more perfecting on his end.) Usually, you wouldn't have minded at all, but after today's humiliating incidents you'd prefer not to face him in the nearest future. But as usual, the world doesn't really listen to your wishes.

Actually, the world must hate you, absolutely fucking despise you, because the next day Minho manages to arrive too early, knocking on the door a whole hour before Chan's practice is supposed to end. 

“I’m not interested!” You shout as you hear a fist banging against your door, your first thought being that the person outside is some kind of salesman.

“You’re not interested? Aw, why not?” 

You freeze hearing his voice, eyes widening in shock. What. The. Fuck? Why is he here so early? Surely your brother must’ve told him when he’d be home, and you knew Minho wasn’t one to just forget things. Another thing that declared you fucked right now because there was just no way he hadn’t taken pride in the way he caught you staring at him yesterday. But, you had to open the door or you’d never hear the end of it. Besides, Minho already knew you were home since you’d recklessly shouted at him. Shit, you should’ve just stayed quiet. But who knows, maybe you’d gotten lucky and he had actually forgotten when your brother's practice ended, so he’d just leave and come back later. 

“My brother’s not home until seven,” You say the moment you open the door, met with his signature smirk and his hands buried in the pockets of his perfectly fitting jeans. “You’re early.”

“Really?” The way he says it makes you feel like it doesn’t really surprise him. His smirk widens as he eyes you up and down, and you feel very exposed as his gaze falls first on your lips and then slides down to your cleavage, where they linger a little too long than they should. “My bad, I thought he said six. Mind if I wait here meanwhile?” 

He doesn’t really wait for your response, walking past you and into the house like it’s his own, his shoulder brushing over yours just like yesterday. You roll your eyes at him while closing the door as you see him throw his backpack onto the couch you were peacefully sitting on just a few moments ago. He makes himself at home, turning on the tv and putting his arms behind his neck. You can’t help but notice that he looks hot like this, relaxed and sprawled out on your couch. 

But it doesn't matter. He's here for your brother, not you. So you turn your back to him and walk into the kitchen under the excuse of making food, yet in reality, just doing anything so you won't have to look at his stupidly handsome face. 

“You do realize Chan’s not gonna be home for another hour, right?” You say as you start cutting up some fruit. 

“Yeah, why?” You hear Minho chuckle from the couch, and you can almost feel the way his stare is set on you. “Can’t handle my presence?” 

“Didn’t say that. I’m just saying you might get bored.”

You’re so focused on keeping your eyes on the food in front of you that you don’t even notice Minho has walked into the kitchen, before you feel his warm breath fan against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart jumps in your chest and you turn around to face him in reflex. It's embarrassing how loud you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, and that sensation is only heightened as he smiles down on you, faces closer to each other than they’ve ever been. 

“Do you find this boring?”

His voice is raspy, with a hint of amusement in it as he lets his hand graze your skin when he brushes your hair out of your face. You suck in a breath, silently cursing your heart for almost beating out of your chest at such a small gesture and hoping to god your flustered state went unnoticed by the boy. But is there really a possibility of anything going unnoticed when two people are in such close proximity? 

Do you find this boring? Such a stupid question to ask. Listening to your heartbeat would be enough to answer it. Looking into your wide eyes would be enough to answer it. Watching how your body reacts to his touch would be enough to answer it. The answer is out in the open for him to see, and you know he sees it. And surprisingly, it doesn’t make you want to run and hide. Sure, it makes you nervous as fuck – having him look at you like that, so intently, yet so carefully – but it doesn’t make you want to run. If anything, it makes you want to stay. 

“No,” You say, uselessly. “I don’t.” 

A smile spreads itself across his lips. Not a smirk, a smile. And oh god, do you feel weak in the knees when he looks at you like that. You want to say something more – hear him talk about himself or maybe ask for his number. It doesn’t even matter, really, you just want to hear his voice, and feel his touch like you did a few moments ago. He’s waiting for you to say something, you can see it in the way his eyes are glancing between your eyes and lips, and it makes you wonder whether he’s thinking of kissing you. Or if he’d kiss you if you asked him to. 

“I…” You trail off, breath caught up in your throat as Minho leans closer to you, tilting his head to the side slightly. He’s so close that you can smell him now, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, and it makes you feel even more intoxicated with him. You’ve smelt his perfume before as he walked by, but this is different. This time, his face is millimeters away from yours as he licks his lips and you swear he’s doing it on purpose just to set you off. And you have to admit it’s working. 

“You…?” His tone is teasing, while his touch is featherlight as he lets his fingers graze your bare shoulder – seemingly innocent, but you know he’s doing it just to see you shiver in excitement. And you do even more so when his hand drops to your thigh, causing you to suck in a breath loudly before you can stop yourself. You can see a small smirk forming on his lips at your actions, and you’re about to say something to defend yourself when you hear the front door open, making you jump slightly.

“I’m home!”

Minho doesn’t even flinch hearing your brother’s voice, his eyelids half closed as his gaze still rests on you, hot breath hitting your lips as he awaits your next move. And it’s half relieved, half frustrated that you turn away from him, walking a couple of feet away so it looks natural. What the hell just happened? You're left to ponder that question as your brother walks into the room and you hear him and Minho talking. 

Even as he's speaking with Chan, he doesn't fail to meet your gaze when you let it linger on his frame for a little too long. And it’s in defeat that you realize there are butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he sends you a subtle wink. 

—

School is hell, but it’s even worse when you catch yourself staring at your brother’s best friend way too many times. Especially since he seems to catch you doing it, too. 

You swear he’s everywhere. In the hallway when you’re walking to class, sitting by a nearby table when you’re in the cafeteria eating lunch and walking out of the building exactly when you’re sitting outside, peacefully reading a book. You just can’t escape him and the amused look he sends you every time he sees your gaze land on his frame. 

And while it probably doesn’t even look like he’s paying you any attention to bypassers, you’ve grown to know him enough to tell that it’s not accidentally that he lifts up his shirt to wipe his sweat exactly as you’re walking by the football field. Or maybe it is an accident and you’re just delusional. Either way, it’s embarrassing how something like that is enough to make your face grow hot and turn your gaze anywhere else than him and his stupidly pretty face.

After all that, it’s obvious that what you want the most is to get some peace and finally be able to breathe freely without thinking of Lee Minho. Which is why you head towards one of the less crowded places on campus when your classes finish, sitting down on a bench and taking out your book that you’ve barely begun reading due to all the recent events. However, you’re not able to relish in the silence for too long before you hear a voice behind you, catching you off guard.

“What book are you reading?”

“What?” You ask, turning around to look Minho in the eyes and being met with a hint of curiosity in them. 

“I asked you what book you’re reading,” He repeats, leaning his arm on the bench like he didn’t just scare the living shit out of you. “You were so caught up in it that you didn’t even notice me, so it must be good, right?”

“Not really, it’s my chemistry book. Didn't have anything better to do than study anyway.”

You’re kind of surprised when Minho lets out a snort of laughter at your words, and you realize it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh while talking to you. You could get used to that, actually – hearing him laugh. The way his eyes light up when he does it makes you feel weirdly happy, it’s like he actually enjoys your presence. Oh god, you really hope he does. You really hope that he doesn’t look at you like Chan’s annoying little sister, because that would completely ruin everything.

“Anyway, I came to ask you whether you want to grab a coffee with me,” He says, a smile still planted onto his face. “Pretty sure that's more entertaining than studying for your chemistry exam.”

“Sure,” For a second, your face lights up, but then it falters again. “Not sure Chan would want me there, though. Wouldn’t wanna ruin his time with his friends.”

“I never mentioned anything about Chan, though, did I?”

You open your mouth to reply and then close it again when he pokes your cheek with his finger. It’s so unexpected that your eyes go wide – so wide you’re afraid you might look like a fish or something – but it also doesn’t last long, because one blink of your eyes later his finger is gone and you’re left face to face with the most handsome boy in the world. He’s very close to you – did he lean forward or were just too busy staring at every inch of him to notice that he was this close to you all along? 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He tilts his head to the side with a smirk, and you avert your gaze immediately, making him chuckle. What a nuisance, you think to yourself. You want him so bad it hurts. “Come on, let’s go before the high schoolers take all the best spots.”

You must look a little unconvinced, because he soon speaks again. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it doesn’t get boring.”

And he winks – something that makes your heart drop to your stomach and screams at you that this is a bad idea, considering how he’s your brother’s best friend. 

But you don’t really get to think that through because suddenly, he’s walking away with his bag thrown over his shoulder, and you pick up your things in an instant and jog up to him, like you weren’t just considering going home a minute ago. You still make an effort to scoff really loudly as you catch up with him just so he doesn’t think that little wink had any impact on you, but he chooses to ignore it, burying his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he crosses the road. 

Chan would totally freak out if he saw you right now, you think to yourself, walking into a dimly lit cafe side by side with his best friend. Why exactly are you doing this again? You look at Minho and he flashes you a smile that makes you want to cry into a pillow. Ah. That's why you're doing this. 

“I’ll have an americano,” Minho tells the waitress a few minutes later from where you're sitting by a table in the corner of the cafe. “And you?”

The waitress is looking at you expectantly, but your eyes are set on Minho and his t-shirt that looks a little too small and hugs his muscles a little too well. He’s wearing piercings, too – one in his right ear and two in his left. He doesn’t wear them when he dances, so you’ve never really seen him with them on. They suit him. A little too much. 

“Iced latte,” You say mindlessly as Minho asks again, and you can see him raise a brow at your lack of responsiveness. The waitress walks away, and before Minho can ask you what you were thinking about, you ask a question to fill the silence. “Don’t you have dancing lessons today?”

Dumb question. You know he doesn’t have any dancing lessons today. And from how he’s looking at you, it’s not hard to tell he knows it’s a stupid question. God, this is like your first time speaking to him one on one and here you are, embarrassing yourself to no end. 

“You know I don’t,” One corner of his lips quirk up in amusement. “Me and your brother have the same schedule.”

“How come I need to remember everything about his schedule?” You mumble under your breath, fiddling with your fingers because you’re 99 percent sure Minho now thinks you’re just his best friend’s helpless little sister that has a hopeless crush on him. Which you are. But still. If you appear so nervous all the time you’re never going to get that dick.

Right as you’re about to seduce him with your charms, a waiter gives you your drinks. He’s handsome, with sharp eyes and a kind smile. Probably would have landed a role in a kdrama had he tried. When he flashes his pearl white teeth in your direction, it’s like you can’t hold back from smiling back. 

“Here are your drinks.” 

He puts them on the table and smiles wider at you, almost completely ignoring Minho. It makes you giggle, and he winks at you in return, but then, as the waiter retracts his hand from the table, he manages to push the teaspoon lying next to Minho’s coffee cup onto the floor by accident. Seeing his sorry expression, you’re quick to squat down on the floor to pick it up, but it seems like he’s got the same plan – your hands touch as you both reach for the fallen spoon. 

For a second, you’re waiting for that electric feeling to surge through you and for your whole body to grow hot like it did when you touched Minho’s hand in the bus, but when that sensation doesn’t come, you just smile at the waiter instead and hand him the spoon.

“Thank you,” He smiles and lets his eyes fan over your face and dip down to your body. “Is this your first time coming here? I feel like I would’ve remembered seeing such a pretty girl here before.”

You can tell the waiter’s interested in you, and so, upon noticing Minho’s expressionless gaze from where he’s sitting on his chair, you opt to take this as an opportunity to mess with him a little. Why should you be the only one chasing after him, after all? 

“Yeah, it’s my first time,” You blink up at the waiter, letting your fingers trace up his arm until they reach the collar of his shirt. “If it wasn’t, I surely would’ve remembered seeing such a handsome waiter.” 

Your eyes meet his and you smile in an overly cute way, letting your finger trail over his jaw before you place it back in your lap. He grins and extends his hand to help you stand up, and you make sure to stand on your tippy toes to press a small kiss to his cheek as a thank you. You can feel Minho’s gaze on you and it’s with great willpower that you hold back the smile threatening to take over your features. 

“I finish work in an hour,” It’s the waiter speaking – it’s hard not to look in Minho’s direction, but you hold out, ‘accidentally’ fixing your shirt so more of your cleavage is exposed. And surely, it works, because the waiter’s eyes widen just slightly as they dip down to take in the exposed skin. “Do you want to come over and watch a movie with me?”

You can’t keep yourself from doing it anymore, so you look at Minho – only to be met with his eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side in inquiry. Bingo. 

With a sweet smile, you grab at the waiter’s arm. “I’d love to.”

As he walks away, you sit down in front of Minho with a satisfied smile, sipping your drink innocently. And you wait. You wait for three seconds, then four. Seconds turn into a minute, but Minho's still sipping his drink like nothing happened. It’s only when the cup is empty that he looks up at you, licking his lips – which, by the way, makes him look ten times hotter than before, if that’s even possible. 

He leans forward and his knee touches yours – whether that is on purpose or not, you don’t know, but it makes you jump up slightly in surprise. 

“So, are you proud of yourself?” 

He asks this question casually, but the tone of his voice makes your heart beat faster against your chest. You’re not sure what he means or if he’s jealous at all – his eyes hold an unreadable expression and the heat of his leg against your bare thigh from under the table is enough to send your mind into overdrive. It’s safe to say that you’re not able to think straight right now, and his piercing stare doesn’t help much – instead of making you want to concentrate on answering, it makes you want to jump his bones. So, to minimize the rates of embarrassing yourself completely, you opt for a question to answer his question.

“Huh?”

Minho’s lips quirk upwards in a smirk and he shakes his head, smiling to himself for a second. Then, he pulls out his wallet and puts money on the table. He’s getting ready to leave. The moment he gets up to leave, you do the same, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you how his eyes fan down to your legs, even if only for a moment. You quickly make your way to his side and he looks down on you with a hint of amusement in his gaze. 

“You really put on a show back there,” He says, finally answering your question. Your heart beats faster at that – so he did notice. Upon seeing your expression, Minho chuckles softly. “Poor guy probably thinks you’re coming over later.”

“What do you mean? I am coming over.”

He stops walking right outside the entrance to the cafe and turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised. The exit doesn’t immediately lead you to the main road, but rather a side alley surrounded by three brick walls and an opening towards the main square that you still haven’t walked through. This means you and him are still in a pretty excluded area – you look around for a second, but the only sign of life nearby is the sound of some people talking inside of the cafe you just left –  and, somehow, that makes his gaze feel much harder than it normally would feel as he stares you down. 

You’re nervous, that’s for sure, but probably not in the way you should be. 

What you should be worried about right now is that you’re in an empty alleyway with your best friend’s brother, who could turn out to be a serial killer or something. (No, he couldn’t – this is Minho we’re talking about. The guy who has three cats and cares for them like they’re his children.) But the only thing you’re thinking about right now is how sharp Minho’s jawline is, and how maybe he’d fuck you against this wall if you asked nicely. 

“No, you’re not,” He says and you’re suddenly brought back to reality. You’re about to object to his claim – excuse him, why is he not buying your act? – but before you get to do that, he takes a step forward and backs you against the wall, resting his hand on the brick wall just above your head. “You really think I don’t know you did that to get my attention, kitten?” 

Oh. Your hearts speed up to an inhuman pace and you almost forget to breathe for a moment there as you feel his breath on your face, his nose mere centimeters away from your own. 

“I didn’t-” 

He doesn’t really cut you off, but his fingers ghosting over your jaw are enough to make you stop talking. You feel your heart beating so loudly you’re afraid Minho might hear it when he leans even closer to push your hair away from your face and whisper in your ear. 

“You’re a little bit of an attention whore, aren’t you? If you wanted me to fuck you this bad, you could’ve just said so.” 

You feel your face heat up in embarrassment – both from how you totally just made a fool out of yourself and from you can feel your panties start to soak through just at his words. Well, maybe not just his words, because the way you can see his arm muscles if you look a little to the left definitely helps. But now you’re just making excuses. 

“Don’t worry, it’s kind of cute how much you’re willing to do to get my attention.” 

Minho’s eyes fall down to your lips and you swallow hard. Is he going to kiss you right now? His hand moves to stroke your cheek and you close your eyes, awaiting him to connect his lips to yours. It’s like an eternity has passed before you feel his mouth lips against the corner of your mouth – touching you so softly you’re not even sure it really happened before the sound of your phone ringing fills the alleyway and he pulls away. 

Fucking phone. You grab it a little too fast, scoffing as you see the caller ID. Of course it’s your fucking brother, who else would manage to call you just when you were kissing Lee fucking Minho? 

“What?” You ask probably a little too harshly upon picking up, and you can hear Minho chuckle quietly from where he’s standing. 

“Wow, no need to lash out on me like that,” He says in response and you roll your eyes, because clearly, there is a need – one that you don’t get to fulfill exactly because of this goddamn conversation. “Can you come home? Dinner’s ready and mom wants us to eat together for once.”

“I need to come right now? Seriously?” It’s not your intention to come off as whiny, but who can really blame you? 

“Yes, seriously,” Chan sighs into the phone. “What are you doing that you can't come?”

That question makes your blood pressure skyrocket. “Nothing. I'm not doing anything at all. I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?”

And you hang up without waiting for an answer. 

“You should get going,” You hear Minho’s voice and turn around to face him. His hands are in his pockets again and his hair is falling into his forehead. You have an urge to walk over to him and push the hair away from his face, but you resist it. “Wouldn’t wanna upset your brother too much. Considering you’re already hitting on his best friend.”

The smirk he sends you makes your heart do a dozen flips inside of your chest. 

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”

And you start the walk home with a smile tugging at your lips and butterflies swarming in your stomach. 

—

“Minho is what?” You almost scream at your brother when he tells you his plans in a casual tone – like he isn’t ruining your life. 

“Sleeping over,” Chan repeats – like you asked him because you didn’t hear – raising a brow in confusion. “I don’t see how that’s a problem? We won’t bother you, I swear.”

Well, maybe you won’t, but Minho will, you think to yourself. You’re completely certain that he’ll do everything in his power to tease you somehow, especially after that day at the cafe… But you're only complaining for show, because really, you don't mind him bothering you. At all. If anyone were listening to your heartbeat right now, they’d have no problem in confirming that your heart speeds up at the mere thought of spending time with Lee Minho.

“Okay, then,” You sigh. “When is he coming?”

You’re totally not asking so you can run back to your room and only appear after Minho’s arrived so it doesn’t look like you’ve been waiting for him. Nope. You’d never go that far just for a boy you’re not even supposed to like. Like, how stupid would that be? 

“He’s coming about…” Chan pauses as the doorbell rings and your whole body tenses up. “Now.”

You’re about to run up the stairs to your room and hide, but, instead of being a normal human being and waiting for someone to open the door, Minho lets himself in and walks into the house before you can even take a step. 

He looks hot (as always), with his hair and jacket wet – is it raining? you didn’t even know – and blue jeans around his hips. It should be illegal to look this good. He’s holding a bag in one hand, brushing his hair away from his face with the other, and you don’t even realize you’re staring until he rests his eyes on you and flashes you a smile that has you weak in the knees. 

“Hey,” He says in your direction, letting his fingers brush over your hand as he walks inside. 

Your eyes drift to the right to see whether Chan reacts to how his best friend is paying you attention all of a sudden, but even if he did notice anything, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he takes Minho’s bag and tells him to follow him upstairs. 

“I’ll just get some water first,” Minho replies and your brother nods, walking off to his room, leaving you alone with his best friend who turns his attention to you immediately. “You’re not gonna say hi?”

“Hi,” Somehow, even greeting him makes your stomach do a hundred flips, and the way he's looking at you doesn't help, either. His eyes trail up and down your body, sending shivers down your spine, before he meets your stare again. “Why are you staying here all of a sudden? You've known my brother for a few years, but you've never slept over before.”

It's true what you're saying – he's never stayed past midnight, and even those times were rare. Your statement doesn’t surprise Minho, it seems, because he only tilts his head to the side with a smile. 

“Really? I haven't?”

The way he says it makes you certain he’s aware of it already, but you nod anyway. “You told Chan there's no point in sleeping over when you can just meet up early the next day.”

He takes a step in your direction and you swear your heart could beat out of your chest at this rate. Damn Minho and his ability to always catch you off guard… Though maybe the crush you have on him also plays a small part in how you react to every bit of attention he shows you. His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and instead of retracting it, he lets it rest against your cheek. 

His lips quirk upwards in a soft smirk. “Hmm, it's almost as if someone made me change my mind.”

You’re about to respond – actually, correction, you’re about to grab his collar and kiss him until you can’t breathe – but then Chan’s voice comes from above and makes you jump in surprise.

“You coming, bro?”

Fuck. Him. Why does he always have to ruin the moment? Upon seeing your annoyed expression, Minho chuckles and you only glare at him in response – why is he so calm when you’re dying to feel his skin on yours? 

“Yeah, coming!” He shouts to your brother, before looking at you again with a wide grin. “Don’t be so impatient, we have plenty of time, remember?” 

And just like that, he leaves for Chan’s room, letting the image of his smile make itself at home inside of your head. But really, you wish it didn’t, because now you’re starting to think this little crush might be more than just that. 

—

The next few hours pass by rather normally. 

Chan and Minho stay in your brother’s room, and you occupy the living room, watching K-dramas and eating noodles. It’s a solid distraction from the fact that Minho’s here – actually, after a while you’ve practically forgotten about him, more focused on the fact that you need to use the bathroom exactly when the most exciting part of the episode is playing. It seems fate hasn’t really been on your side lately. 

Resigned, you pause the TV and head for the bathroom upstairs (the one downstairs smells like the way-too-big amount of cologne your brother sprays on every morning and it makes you want to puke), because really, what else can you do? When you reach the last steps, you can hear music flowing through the speakers in Chan’s room, meaning they’re both in there still. Great, you won’t have to worry about the fact that your hair’s a mess from lying down on the couch. 

At least that's what you think as you open the door to the bathroom, only for your eyes to widen when they land on Minho’s bare chest. 

It takes your brain approximately five seconds to realize what is going on – how you just walked in on Lee Minho changing. Your words get lost in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you – Minho’s raised brows, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his muscles on display for you to see, making it impossible to look away. Not that you want to. He looks so hot that it has heat forming between your thighs, and you wish he would stop teasing you and make your dreams of him fucking you come true instead. 

“The way you’re looking at me is making me think you walked in here on purpose, kitten.” 

“What?” You shake your head vigorously, feeling your face heat up at Minho’s words. “No, I just- I didn’t know you were here and-” 

“I’m just joking,” He cuts you off with a smile. You can’t help but smile, too, when he walks over to you and pulls you closer by your shoulders, leaning his face down so your noses touch. “Relax.” 

And, weirdly enough, you do. Even with his mouth mere millimeters away from yours, you don’t feel like running away. You let yourself admire him for a little longer, and use Chan being busy in his room as an excuse to do so. His lips are just barely parted, eyes fully open as they reflect the light above his head, and you really want to kiss him. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question slips past your lips before you can even think twice about it. 

It takes him a while to answer – his gaze drops to your lips before he looks into your eyes again, and you swear your whole body is on fire when his hand comes up to cup your cheek. Gently. Softly. It’s different than earlier, the way he’s looking at you. Someone looking at the scene from outside, someone that didn’t know Lee Minho, might’ve mistaken his gaze for a sense of surprise or nervousness, but when you looked at him and he looked at you, it was obvious he wanted to kiss you just as badly as you wanted to kiss him. 

“Yeah,” He replies finally.

Your heart jumps at that, and while you’re busy figuring out how to calm down and actually kiss him like you had intended, Minho takes the matter into his own hands. Literally. 

His fingers grab at your jaw as he leans down and connects his lips to yours – fully, this time, nowhere near as gently as he did in front of the cafe. You’re unable to move at first, eyes closed as you focus on the feeling of his mouth moving against your own. He pulls you flush against his body, hand grabbing at your hip and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer – until you feel the warmth from his chest as you’re pressed up against it. 

Your hands wander down to his stomach and trace his muscles, mouth parting in a soft smile when he shivers. Minho takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, groaning quietly as he gets lost in the taste of you – and at the same time making you think that sound might just be the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

He pulls away to breathe, eyes scanning your face – shimmering in the light. But that only lasts a short moment, before he kisses you again, hands on your waist as he pushes you against the door to the bathroom. Faintly, you can hear the music grow louder from Chan's room, but it doesn't matter, none of it does, because you're here, kissing Lee Minho like your life depends on it. And to some degree, you suppose it does. 

Minho’s hands move from your waist to slip under your shirt and you shiver when his fingers brush over your stomach – it's the first time he's touching you like this and it has your whole mind going into overdrive. He must notice the effect he has on you because you hear him chuckle quietly against your neck when his lips move to suck marks into the skin right below your ear. You bury your hands in his hair and tug on it when his tongue swipes over the spots that have you shivering in delight.

“Shit, want you so bad, kitten,” Minho purrs against your cheek before he pulls away, and his words make the heat between your legs even more unbearable. 

His eyes are darkened, hands moving a little lower and grazing your hip. God, he really knows how to drive you crazy. The corners of his lips quirk upwards when you shiver, his smirk showing he's satisfied with the effect he has on you. And there's not really anything you can do to prove him wrong because you're going crazy with every little touch of his. 

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him again, but as soon as his lips touch yours, you hear footsteps shuffling and someone knocks on the door. It takes all of your strength not to let out a startled gasp when Chan speaks up.

“Minho, bro, you done there?”

You clasp your hand over your mouth, eyes widened, but Minho seems totally unfazed, even letting out a small chuckle that earns him a push when he sees your expression. 

“Yeah, I'll be out in a minute,” He says and you hear Chan walk off, letting you breathe.

“What are you so nervous about?” Minho asks and you glare at him.

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I'm scared my brother will catch me making out with his best friend in the bathroom?”

He smiles and suddenly, you're not annoyed anymore. Not even when he walks away from you to get his clothes, though that isn't the ideal turn of events. If it were up to you, you would sit with him in this bathroom for the remainder of the day, letting him fluster and tease you all he wants. 

“You don’t have to ask for permission to kiss me, by the way,” His voice brings you back to reality, and you observe as he puts his shirt on, just a tad bit too intently watching the way his abdominal muscles flex as he does so. “Just so you know.”

“For future reference?” You can’t hold back the smile that creeps onto your face, and your heart skips a beat when he mirrors your expression. He grabs the clothes he changed out of and slings them over his shoulder as he walks over to you and rests his forehead against yours. 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

Your breath speeds up as his hand slips under your shirt again, fingers stroking your skin softly. His eyes are hooded, lips glistening as he licks them, and then, suddenly, he’s leaning in and his lips just barely touch yours. It’s short, and delicate, you don’t even get to close your eyes before the sensation is gone and his hand is on the doorknob. Right, he needs to leave, or it’s going to raise suspicions.

“See you later, kitten,” He says and you pout, making him poke your cheek with his finger. “Don’t miss me too much.” 

“Why would I miss you?” 

He only chuckles in response and leaves with a wink sent your way. One that has butterflies swarming in your stomach as you wait in the bathroom for a couple minutes. How annoying of him to act like that. Guess there’s no way to hide your crush on him anymore. Though you suppose pretending like you weren’t dreaming about him touching you left the picture the moment you flirted with that waiter to make him jealous. Or, maybe, it was already out of the picture that day he came over too early and you felt yourself melt under his gaze. 

Or maybe it was all over for you when he arrived today and you realized that you were in too deep. Realized that your eyes don’t only widen when you see Minho’s abs, but also when you see his eyes, his hair, his smile. Realized you like watching him dance not because he looks hot, but because he looks happy. 

Realized you’re in love with Lee Minho, and there’s no turning back.

—

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

Minho’s voice makes you jump from where you're half-sitting, half-lying on the couch, watching some drama wrapped up in a blanket. It's way past midnight, but you're not feeling sleepy at all – whether that is because of the kdrama or the fact that Minho is staying over at your house, you're not sure, though the latter seems more likely. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” You say as he walks closer, your eyes lingering on his sweats and shirt a little too long for it to be considered appropriate. “Are you trying to sneak out or something?” 

“Why would I sneak out? Am I being held hostage?”

“You came here out of free will, so no,” You smile at him and he chuckles, eyes crinkling. It’s dark, and his face is partially hidden, much to your distaste, so you pat the spot next to you, looking at him expectantly. “Come sit.”

He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and for a moment, you’re scared he won’t sit down. But then he plops down on your left, hand resting on your thigh that is covered with the blanket and making your heart bang against your chest. You didn’t expect him to sit this close to you, and you’re certain it’s showing from the way Minho smirks at you when you meet his gaze. In response you scoff – as if that’s going to hide the way your whole body is heating up – and let your head fall down on his shoulder. When you focus on the tv again, the drama you were watching suddenly doesn’t seem very entertaining anymore. Not to mention the main lead suddenly doesn’t seem handsome at all.

Minho doesn’t say anything for a while, and so you try to convince yourself this is just a normal movie night with one of your friends. Except your friends don’t smell like cologne for men, nor do their hands rest on your thigh when you watch a movie. And, most importantly, your friends don’t make your heart beat faster and your legs turn to jelly without even saying a word. It’s alright, though, at least that’s what you tell yourself when you hear Minho shuffling next to you, blood pressure skyrocketing from this mere reminder of his presence. 

Though that is in no way comparable to how you jump in surprise when Minho’s hand slips under your blanket instead, brushing over your bare thigh. Suddenly, you’ve forgotten how to think, your skin burning from the light touch. At least until Minho retracts his hand from your body with a worried look on his face. 

“Are you oka-” 

You don’t let him finish, grabbing his hand and placing it back on your thigh with a pout. He looks at you for a moment and then his face contorts into that ridiculously hot smirk of his as he squeezes your thigh. You try your best to muffle the whimper that’s threatening to slip past your lips, but that only results in some kind of choked sound leaving your mouth – making Minho’s smile widen in amusement. 

“Oh, so you did miss me,” He says and you’re about to protest, but he leans forward and snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading goosebumps all over your skin when he murmurs against it. “Didn’t you?” 

“Mhm,” You mumble when his lips just barely brush over your neck, already making it hard to focus on the TV screen in front of you. 

Minho’s hand squeezes your thigh again as he drags his nose up to your jaw and presses a soft kiss to your skin. You shiver in anticipation, eyes fighting to stay open. There’s not much fighting left to do, though, because your gaze is already unfocused and when Minho presses another kiss against your neck, you lean your head to the side to grant him better access without thinking twice about it. Upon feeling Minho’s smile against your skin when he moves further down your neck you think that maybe you shouldn’t have given in so easily. 

Those thoughts vanish from your mind as quickly as they came when he moves his hand further up your thigh – your skin tingling where he touches you, chest heaving with each breath as your panties slowly start to soak through. His lips find that one spot that makes you press your thighs together and sucks marks into it, fingers moving in circles that, annoyingly enough, don't move towards the spot you need them to be. 

“What was that?” 

He’s referring to how you didn’t answer his question, you realize a few seconds later than you probably should have. If he’s making you forget how to think by just kissing you, how will you feel when he fucks you? Your pussy throbs with excitement at the very thought of that – at the thought of Minho’s cock deep inside of you, bending you over every surface. 

“Fuck,” You whine as his hand plays with the hem of your shorts. “Yes, I missed you, Minho. Missed you so much.” 

“Yeah?” His lips ghost over yours as he pulls your shorts down and you help him discard them somewhere on the floor. You can see how his eyes drop down to look at your legs that you've already spread for him, and when his hand rests on the edge of your panties, you think you're going to go crazy if he doesn't fuck you soon. “I missed you, too, kitten, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Please, Minho,” You beg him shamelessly. “Want you so, so bad.”

His fingers stop fiddling with your underwear and move further down instead, brushing over the thin fabric covering your cunt. You want to rub your thighs together to ease the heat between your legs, but his other hand resting on your thigh doesn’t let you, so you settle on looking at him with pleading eyes instead. 

“I know you do,” He says, pushing his knuckles against your clothed clit, and you let out a choked whimper, your whole body jolting forward to meet his hand. He tuts disapprovingly and delivers a small slap to your throbbing cunt that makes you moan a little too loud. Your heart is hammering against your chest, and it only heightens when Minho’s fingers start rubbing circles into your panties that are soaking wet. “That’s why you were acting like a slut earlier, right? Flirting with that guy. But he doesn’t make you this wet, does he?” 

You shake your head vigorously, but Minho tilts your chin upwards, raising his eyebrows. Urging you to answer verbally, like your mind isn't already going hazy just from how he's rubbing your panties against your pussy.

“No,” You manage to mumble.

“No?”

You shake your head again and in return, Minho presses his finger against your clit, eliciting a soft whimper from you. His hand holds your hips down when you try to lift them off the couch, but he rubs against you again, watching with a smile as you squirm under his touch. He's barely giving you anything and yet you're going crazy, your arousal dripping through your panties and onto his hand. 

“Minho, please,” You whine at him, your nails digging into his thigh. 

Chuckling, he grabs at your waist and helps you lie down against the arm of the couch so you’re looking up at him from below. He slips his hand into your panties without warning, letting his fingers run through your folds experimentally, the small touch making you shiver. He finds your clit and you let out a soft moan when he rubs circles against it, his other hand leaving your hips to slip under your shirt and grab at your tits. Your back arches, pushing against his hand when his fingers move quicker on your pussy. 

“More, please” You whimper in a tone so desperate it makes Minho’s cock strain against his pants. 

“More?” He asks mockingly. “God, you’re such a fucking slut. Have my fingers on your pussy and you’re still not satisfied?” 

His words make you clench around nothing, a whimper leaving your lips as you buck your hips into his hand. For a moment you’re afraid he’ll pull away or tease you some more, but to your surprise, it seems his patience has worn thin, because he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it and making you let out a choked sob instantly. The corners of his lips lift up in a smirk, but you’re in no state to comment on it when he adds another finger, stretching you out and making every word you’d intended to utter die down in your throat. You’re already feeling full, thoughts all over the place, body shivering in delight as Minho’s fingers tease your nipples. 

When he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out small whimpers of his name, trying your hardest to bite back your moans so nobody hears. 

That task becomes even more difficult when his thumb finds your clit and rubs calculated circles into it, your cunt clenching around his fingers with each thrust. You’re embarrassingly wet, leaking onto his hand, and embarrassingly close to cumming when you tear your eyes away from his hand and look at his face – eyebrows furrowed in concentration, arm muscles flexed right in front of your face. He must notice you’re looking at him, because his gaze moves to yours and he smirks upon seeing your expression, pumping his fingers into you fast enough to make your thighs shake and your back to arch. 

“Minho, I-” You’re cut off when he pinches your clit lightly, making you shiver from underneath him. “Gonna cum.” 

But you don’t get to fulfill that promise as Minho abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, paying no mind to the fact that you’re seconds away from reaching your orgasm. You look at him with wide eyes, chest heaving as you whine a small ‘no, please’, reaching for his arm. But he doesn’t let you rab it, pulling away with a condescending smile on his face and you think you might cry if he doesn’t put his fingers back where they belong.

“You want to cum?” He asks mockingly, looking down on you and you nod eagerly. “Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it, kitten. After that shit you pulled at the cafe just to get my attention? Greedy little sluts like you don’t deserve to cum.” 

“I’m sorry,” You sob as he rubs your clit agonizingly slowly. “I’m so sorry, Minho, just please–”

“You’re sorry?” He tilts his head to the side, retracting his hand from your pussy. “That’s the thing, though, I don’t think you are. I think,” He pauses for a moment, only to push his fingers into you again. You moan when he hits that sweet spot of yours repeatedly, bringing you unbearably close to your orgasm with each push. “You’re just a dumb slut that would do anything to have her pussy stuffed. Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes,” You breathe out, a familiar feeling of pleasure stirring up in your stomach when Minho’s other hand comes up to play with your tits, the sound of your pussy squelching with each of his movements filling the room. “Please don’t stop, Minho, please.” 

There’s no way you’re going to be able to hold back from cumming, it’s evident from the way you clench and unclench around Minho’s fingers like crazy. It doesn’t make him slow his movements, though – actually it makes him fuck you harder, fingers curling inside of you and palm of his hand pressing down on your clit.  

It takes a few more skilled movements of his hand before you’re reaching your high, legs shaking as you moan his name – probably a little too loudly, but in your blissful state you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when his fingers fuck you through it, his lips on yours the second you’ve calmed down enough to breathe properly. He kisses you roughly, but not messily, and his arm lifts your back off of the couch and presses you against him. 

He’s still fully clothed, you realize, and your hands find their way to the hem of his shirt. You take it off of him, happy he doesn’t protest, pulling away from the kiss to admire the muscles you’ve only seen an outline of during his dance practices. And despite the fact you just came, you can feel another pool of arousal forming between your thighs when you do so.

“You’re staring, kitten,” He comments, and you turn your gaze away, feeling your face heat up. It's not your fault he's hot, after all. You hear him scoff and then he tilts your chin up to look at him again. “Didn’t tell you to look away, though, did I?”

You decide to ignore him and his annoyingly sexy smirk completely, and focus on unzipping his pants instead. He swats your hand away when you try to pull them down his legs and stands up from the couch, taking them off together with his boxers. Your eyes go wide when his cock stands proudly against his lower stomach. 

The sight of him is enough to make your mouth water, hands already reaching out to touch him from where you’re sitting on the couch. He only laughs, though, planting your hands at your sides as he kisses you, tongue swiping across your lower lip. You whine into his mouth at the fact that you can’t touch him, but he disregards it, pulling you closer so your nipples graze his chest – making you shiver. Maybe you would’ve believed this was an accident not meant to make your pussy grow wetter if it wasn’t for how he pushes his thigh between your legs right afterwards, rubbing it exactly against your clit so you let out a broken whimper.

If he wants to drive you crazy, he’s definitely succeeding. 

“Minho, I–” You close your eyes when he grabs you by your hips, dragging your folds across his thigh like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Like he’s not making your whole head spin by just tightening his leg muscles. 

“You…?” He’s thoroughly enjoying this, it’s evident in the way he’s smiling condescendingly, hands holding down your hips so you can’t get rid of the dizziness that comes with your pussy being pressed against his flexed thigh. “Come on, surely you can form words, right? Or have you gone completely dumb just from sitting on my thigh?” 

“N-no,” You protest – albeit not very convincingly since you’re basically whimpering, holding onto his biceps for dear life. “I– Please, fuck me, Min. Need it so bad, please.” 

A sound dangerously close to a growl escapes him at your words and before you know it, he’s turned you around. You’re on all fours now, his bare cock brushing against the curve of your ass as he leans forward so his chest touches your back. He helps you position your hands on the arm of the couch– which you’re thankful for because now you have something to grip onto when his hand moves lower to squeeze your tits. It’s driving you crazy how long it takes for him to position himself at your entrance, so you push your hips backwards to meet his, earning yourself a small groan from him as he spreads your legs. 

“You’re so fucking needy,” He purrs, dragging his cock across your folds and watching as you push your hips back, as if to urge him to fuck you already. Somewhere along the way, when his dick is coated with your arousal, he complies and starts pushing into you – your eyes rolling to the back of your head already as the tip slips past your walls. 

He pushes in further, your head spinning as you feel him fill you up. It’s too much and too little at the same time – you want him to move, to make you see stars, but you’re partially already seeing them when his cock is halfway inside of your pussy. Your fingers grab at the couch as he bottoms out, his dick . You hear Minho chuckle, or maybe he’s saying something, you can’t tell, all too focused on the feeling of starting to rock his hips into yours slowly, his cock sliding against your walls and brushing against your clit in a way that makes you moan. 

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” His mouth touches your ear as he speaks, and when you nod, he rewards you with thrusting into you a little harder. Your cunt clenches around him like crazy, and he presses his fingers into your hips. “Staring at me when you thought I wouldn’t notice, always wearing those short skirts around me. Acting like a slut just to get your pussy stuffed with my cock.” 

You whimper at his words, clamping down on his length in response. “That’s not what–”

“That’s not what you wanted?” You can’t see him, but you can imagine his head tilted to the side, the condescending look that gets you embarrassingly wet in his eyes. That thought only makes you tighten around him again and you can hear the grin in his voice as he speaks again. “Your pussy doesn’t seem to agree, though, kitten. Seeing how it’s begging me to fuck you harder.” 

He doesn’t really leave you any room to respond as he drives his cock deeper into you, your whole body falling forward with his movement, mouth hanging open as you whimper. You half-expect him to take it slow and tease you some more, but it seems he’s grown tired of that, because the next thing you know he’s lifting your leg to the side to get better access, thrusting so deep inside of you that your vision goes blurry. He’s testing the waters, but as soon as he hears you whimper his name and beg for more, he doesn’t hold back, letting his hands draw your hips back just when he draws his hips forward. 

“Fuck, Min–” Your jaw goes slack as his hand comes up to slap your tits, other arm busy keeping your leg up so he can fuck into you at a deeper angle. 

“Hmm?” He hums carelessly, finger brushing against your nipple as he pumps his cock into you faster, your moans getting louder and arms starting to shake. And if it wasn’t hard enough for you to keep yourself up while he’s fucking you, Minho decides to make it even more difficult by dropping his hand to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

If you were having a hard time forming words earlier, you are incapable of it by now. You try to muffle your moans, but when Minho finds that one spot that makes your toes curl and starts hitting it repeatedly with his cock, you can’t even bring yourself to care if anyone hears you. He’s reaching farther than your fingers – or anyone else’s, for that matter – have ever reached, and you’re almost entirely sure you can feel him in your stomach when he pushes you against him to reach even deeper. 

“Min, feels so–” You’re struggling to sort out your thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence, and his hand moving quicker on your clit doesn’t exactly solve that problem. “So good.” 

“Yeah? You’re such a slut for my cock, taking everything I give you,” He lands a slap on your ass as if to punctuate his words, and you clench around him in response, moans turning into whimpers and sobs that are way too loud. Minho notices, and lets go of your clit to push his fingers into your mouth, successfully muffling the sounds you’re making. You moan around them, and he groans into your ear as you suck on them diligently. “Such a good girl when you’ve gone too dumb to act like a fucking brat.”

His words only make your pussy clamp down on his cock again, a feeling of bliss stirring up in your stomach as you’re pushed closer to the edge with each sharp thrust of his hips. Minho doesn’t miss the way you’re tightening around him like crazy, drooling on his fingers and going completely silent except for the broken whimpers of his name that leave your mouth. 

“Yeah? You like being my good girl?” 

At first you don’t think he wants you to reply, so you only push your hips into his cock in response and take his fingers deeper into your mouth. But then he removes his digits from your lips, and you can vaguely hear him lick them clean off your spit before his hand grabs at your hair and tugs lightly, urging you to say something. 

“Yes, fuck,” He lets go of you and lets you sink down on the couch, your sobs muffled against the pillows as you beg him. “More, please, Minho, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah, me too,” He groans into your ear, fingers playing with your clit once again. “You gonna let me cum inside, kitten? Stuff your pussy full of my cum?”

“Yeah,” You sob, nails digging into the couch. 

“Good girl.” 

Minho lands a slap on your clit and it sends you over the edge, your cunt clenching around him uncontrollably. He cums after less than five seconds, letting out the hottest groan you’ve ever heard in your life as his cum fills you up. You swear the feeling of his load coating your walls almost makes you want to go for another round, but as the post-orgasm bliss fades and your head clears, you realize you’re way too exhausted for that. 

You whine when Minho pulls out of you and he chuckles, pulling you into his arms the moment he lies down. 

“You did so well, baby,” He whispers and you hum in appreciation, pressing your face between his bicep and chest. You feel him pull a blanket over you before his lips press against your forehead in a soft kiss. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You say and kiss his collarbone. 

About fifteen minutes pass in silence before he speaks again.

“I want you.”

His voice catches you a little off guard, eyes fluttering open only to meet his gaze. After having tried to fall asleep it feels weird to hear a sound right next to your ear. Besides, you were certain he'd already fallen asleep, but it seems he's more awake than you are. 

It takes a second for your sleepy brain to register his words and when you do, your eyes widen a little and you laugh nervously.

“Again?”

“Not like that,” He chuckles lowly upon seeing your expression – a sound you want to bottle up and listen to every night from now on. The smile slowly fades from his face as he cups your cheek and you’re left admiring his face, waiting for him to say something more. And when he finally does, you swear his voice shivers a little. “I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend.” 

Oh, your heart. Your poor heart. You’re afraid it won’t last very long if you do say yes and date Lee Minho, considering it’s about to jump out from your chest at the very question. Trying to calm yourself down, you almost don’t notice the way Minho bites his lips nervously as he waits for you to respond. Almost.

“Okay,” You say finally, trying to sound as calm as possible and failing miserably. The excitement is too evident in your voice, but at least it makes Minho smile from where he’s lying across from you, his thumb stroking your lower lip.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” You grin, too. “Let’s date.”

“Okay,” Minho presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his arms. He smells like his shampoo and a hint of sex. He smells like home. “Goodnight, girlfriend.”

You don't think you’ve ever smiled this wide.

“Goodnight, boyfriend.” 

—

“Syrup?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You’re currently sitting by the dining table, chin resting on your hand as you observe Minho scurrying around the kitchen, making breakfast. He’s been up for an hour at least, judging from the amount of pancakes on your plate and his hair that frames his face so nicely there’s just no way he woke up like that. Chan’s upstairs (which you thank god for because when you walked into the kitchen roughly ten minutes ago, the first thing you did was pull Minho in for a kiss) letting you admire Minho in silence. And, truthfully, you can’t fight back the smile that appears when you think of the fact that he's making breakfast for you. That he’s your boyfriend. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, pouring syrup over your pancakes, and you know he’s already figured out the answer. 

“Definitely not you,” You reply and he rolls his eyes, closing his fingers around your chin as he tilts it upwards. 

“Brat.” 

You grin. “You like it.”

“Not when I can’t fuck your brains out, I don’t.” 

You’re about to respond, but then you hear someone walk down the stairs and Minho lets go of your jaw, turning back to his pancakes. 

“Good morning,” Chan says, and you sigh, making Minho sport a smirk you only catch a glimpse of when he places some pancakes on your brother’s plate. “Oh, you made pancakes.”

Yeah, not for you, though, you think to yourself. Chan catches your gaze as you glare at him and raises a brow. You ignore him and eat your pancakes, only subtly looking at Minho from time to time. After ten minutes. give or take, he’s cleaned the dishes and practically the whole kitchen, the veins on his arms making it very hard for you to focus on anything else when he rolls up his sleeves. 

“I need to get going,” He says after that and sends you the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. You pout at that and he pokes your cheek with his finger in response. Something that makes your eyes widen ever so slightly, because your brother is in the same room as you two. “I’ll see you around, Chan.” 

Chan nods and Minho leaves, and you’re left sitting in silence, already fishing out your phone to text your boyfriend and complain about how he left way too early. 

“You like Minho,” The statement slipping past your brother’s lips makes your head snap up in shock, eyes wide open. You open your mouth to say something, but he doesn’t let you. “And he likes you.”

It’s not a question, so you don’t reply. 

“He told me about it, you know. We were talking about some dumb shit in my room yesterday, I don’t even remember what, and then all of a sudden he’s telling me he’s in love with you. Can you imagine?”

Your heart stops at that. Minho told Chan about you? Told him that he’s in love with you? You have to work really hard to keep a smile from forming at your lips when you think of him telling your brother that he wants to date you. 

“And what did you do?”

“I wanted to beat him up first,” Chan admits, and his smile makes your heart loosen up a little. “But then I thought about it, and he’s a really good guy. He deserves to be happy. And so do you. And you look really goddamn happy to me. Even happier than when I took you to Disneyland, and while that’s actually kind of mean, I’m still happy for you.” 

It’s like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. A heavy one at that. You think you might just start crying from happiness any second. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You hug him tightly, jumping up and down before pulling away with the biggest grin on your face. 

“No need to thank me. Just use protection, okay?” He sends you a stern look, and you nod eagerly, not really listening to what he’s saying. “And no fucking in this house.”

Oh. Oh. 

“Right, uh,” You smile nervously, and he raises a brow, when you walk closer to the door. Shit, you’re so screwed. 

“Maybe you should’ve established these rules a little sooner.” 

And with those words, you run off – partly because you’re afraid Chan might kill you, but mostly because you’re ready to jump Minho’s bones after what you hear from your brother. What you don’t expect is for him to stand right outside the door as you sling it open – hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. 

“You guys done talking?” 

You don’t respond, just look at him. Like, really look at him. His eyes, his hair, his mouth, his smile. You take it all in like it’s the first time seeing him – though it’s not, because you’ve looked at him like this plenty of times, felt those butterflies in your stomach as your heart beats against your chest, lips itching to meet his own. Only this is the first time your mind manages to put those feelings into words, and although it’s a tad bit scary, it makes you happy. He makes you happy. 

“Asshole,” You huff in his direction, but he can’t take you seriously, not when you’re just barely keeping yourself from grinning. “You could’ve told me you were going to talk to him.” 

“Then you would’ve freaked out,” He says, pulling you closer by your waist, face leaning down so he can press his forehead to yours. “But look at you now, you’re so in love with me.”

A second passes. Then two. Ten seconds, twenty seconds. You realize you could watch him like this forever. 

“You know what? You might just be right. Maybe I am in love with you.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. 

“Good. Because I’m in love with you, too.”

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hi hi! Can I ask for a drabble with Seungmin and the prompt "Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?" and "I can't hold back anymore" as friends to lovers? Thank you 🥺

pairing: seungmin x femreader

genre: smut, fluff, f2l (as requested :D)

rating: M for light smut

word count: ~2k

warnings: smut in the form of a hand job (m. receiving), making out, implied other happenings, some cursing, name-calling (it's seungmin, what do you expect), I don't think there's much else, honestly.

a/n: sorry this took so long @multiland. also a huge thank you to @jl-micasea-fics for brainstorming this dynamic with me. my first time writing Seungmin and I had a lot of fun! also, I probably missed some typos/mistakes...apologies.

original request post here

99% Idiot

The things you do for friends. 

Especially the things you do for Seungmin (who is definitely just a friend).

“Are you bored?” he asks when you let out a big sigh the moment he turns away to peruse his paraphernalia. 

“I mean, holding still while you overthink is actually really stimulating, Min.”

He side-eyes you while still glancing over his array of palettes. “I am not overthinking. I’m considering what might be best.”

“Overthinking,” you sing-song at him. He turns, holding one of the brushes he has gathered for this experience. 

“You’re a brat.”

“But I’m still right.” You smile at him, intent on making him smile back. “My face is your canvas, and makeup remover exists. So stop playing chess.”

There it is. The little quirk of his lips. You point at it.

“What?”

“You smiled.”

“Did not.” The serious student is back but his eyes sparkle, so you know…you totally win. “Stay still.”

You drop your hand, fake-pout before trying to keep your face neutral. Seungmin has been really worried about this assignment in his Creative Makeup class. 

“Something new. That’s the assignment! Create something new!” he complained at you two days ago.   “Like that’s just easy. So much has been done before. How can I even–” He looked at you then, frustration etched on his face. 

“My face is at your disposal.” Because what else could you say? You aren’t a creative like him. You aren’t nearly as diligent a student as him. You know so little about makeup (you stopped trying to enhance yourself with makeup the moment Seungmin asked why you owned blue eyeshadow with that horrified expression of his) that the only thing you can offer is yourself.

Um, your face. Not like all of you. Body and soul to Kim Seungmin. That would be…a bit much. 

He’s doing something to your eyebrows currently. He plucks one hair and you wince.

“Ow.”

“Baby.”

It’s an insult. You know that, but the name-calling is a little too sweet-sounding for your overworked and repressing brain. 

“Tyrant,” you respond.

He grins widely at that. Of course, he would be flattered by an unflattering title. 

Why are you friends with him?

He’s leaned in to brush something on your cheeks and you wonder how wise volunteering to be his guinea pig (where does that even come from? Why guinea pig? Were they the first volunteering rodent out there?) when his face is that close. 

He’s such an interesting version of beauty. No one looking at him would think him anything but attractive, but it’s not a ‘smack you in the face’ kind of beauty (you picture Seungmin’s friend Hyunjin who regularly smacks you with his hotness and it’s hella intimidating and you kinda want to run away). Seungmin is a subtle beauty. Thoughtful eyes, amused lips, fluffy hair. He’s lanky, but he did beat you in arm wrestling. Which isn’t anything to write home about, but he is stronger than he looks. 

His face is sweet, though some would argue that he is not, he really is. He’s just not overt about it. He mocks you regularly, but you don’t think he would if it actually hurt your feelings. He’s soft with Felix, who is the most sensitive of your friend group. When you try and wrap your arm around his shoulders, he ducks away. When Felix does it, Seungmin just takes it.

You’re not jealous of Felix or anything. 

“Where’d you go?” he asks, jolting you back to the present. He’s cocked his head to the side, staring at you. 

You don’t take it seriously. He’s doing your makeup for fucks sake. Even if the scrutiny is a bit much for your composure.

“Somewhere where my face isn’t being looked at like a science experiment.” 

He rolls his eyes before holding your chin in his hand. “Lips.”

You really are an idiot 99% of the time. 

You pucker them exaggeratedly and he huffs at you. 

“Slightly parted, pabo.”

That’s one of his nicknames for you. But he calls Jisung that too, so it’s not special or anything.

You ‘slightly part’ your lips, trying to pretend that having him this close, touching you, laser-focused on your mouth is all normal and cool.

He paints your lower lip with a tiny brush, meticulous. His thumb touches the bottom of your lip to keep it from moving too much. 

“Your face is red.”

“Guess you did a shitty job, then,” you retort. One corner of his mouth turns up and his eyes meet yours just for a second before he returns to the job at hand. 

He works on your top lip before speaking again: “I do appreciate this.”

You are now speechless.

He laughs when you raise your eyebrows. “I do. I do a lot on my own face, but I know the contours of everything so well now. You’re…you have different contours.”

“Is that a compliment?” You mean to sound cocky, but the thready quality of your voice ruins that completely. 

He shrugs, before reaching to smooth something at the corner of your lips. “It’s not not a compliment.”

Your turn to roll your eyes as he holds out a hand mirror in front of you. 

You see the reflection’s eyes widen. He’s literally made you look not like you. Your eyes seem bigger, nose narrower, cheeks higher, and lips fuller.

When you look at him over the mirror, he snaps a photo on his phone.

“Hey, I wasn’t ready.”

He makes a dismissive sound before taking another. “What do you think?”

You look back at the mirror. “I think I could be a spy if you were in charge of my disguises. I do not look like myself.” And maybe you’re fishing. “I look…pretty.”

He groans and takes the mirror out of your hand. “Fuck off, you are pretty.” He starts to angle your face and takes a few more photos. “Eyes closed please.”

You shut your eyes, your heart a little fluttery at the disgruntled compliment. 

“Thank you Seungmin.”

When you open your eyes, he’s about to use a makeup remover wipe on your face. 

“What? Why?”

“You think that’s it?”

The groan you let out makes him giggle.

You have no idea how many minutes or hours pass, but your face feels very abused and he’s tried four looks on you. 

“My face has lost like seven layers of skin,” you whine when he wipes your face again. 

“Unlikely, but skin tends to grow back pretty easily so just skip classes for a few weeks.” He rubs the cloth over your lips as you pout, laughing when your lower lip makes a noise as it bounces back into position. 

“I hope you fail this assignment.”

“No you don’t,” he answers easily before coating his hands in something then putting it on your face. “Lotion. Face lotion. I stole it from Hyunjin.”

“Well, if it’s Hyunjin’s then I guess it’s good.” You don’t question why he’s doing it when you have two perfectly good hands. It’s kind of nice. He’s actually gentle. Your eyes close when he massages along your jaw. “Does this mean you’re done torturing me?” You open your eyes to see him staring at you oddly. He drops his hands and turns back to his plethora of makeup and skincare. 

He dabs something on his finger before returning, this time to your lips. You make a sound at the contact and he freezes, eyes darting to yours.

You’re not used to Seungmin looking out of his depth. 

“I…your lips too,” he says, swallowing before drawing his finger along your bottom lip. “They need moisture.” He presses his own lips together as he rehydrates your top lip. He doesn’t pull back immediately, his finger still lightly touching. “Better?”

You don’t know how words work anymore.

His face is flushed now, cheeks pink and his ears almost red. He mumbles your name, as though to prompt you to say something, but all you can focus on is how his hand is finally drawing away and you’re sort of following. 

“Your face is red,” you whisper. He shrugs but doesn’t make eye contact. “Min…”

That’s when he looks up, eyes that are usually full of mischief and are just wide and concerned right now. 

You really are an idiot 99% of the time. 

But it’s the 1% (you hope) that speaks up:

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

You watch as his eyes fall to your well-moisturized lips then back to your gaze. 

You’re going to take that as a ‘yes’.

When you tug him close by the collar of his windbreaker, his hands find purchase on your jean-clad thighs before your mouths meet. You have thought previously of what it might be like to kiss Seungmin, and you thought he might be just as logical and rational about kissing as he seems to be with everything else.

You were wrong. 

You forgot about how passionate he is about things that matter to him. 

His tongue seeks yours almost immediately, you hear his sharp intake of breath at the way you return the kiss, mouth open and your hands nearly pulling him out of his seat. He stumbles a bit, before settling onto your lap, his hands now at your hips. He squeezes them before pulling at your t-shirt to untuck it from your jeans. When his hands touch your skin, you bite his lower lip and he jerks back to look at you. 

That’s when you realize you are still holding on to his collar with a death grip. You loosen your fingers before cupping his face in your hands, your thumb soothing where you’ve just bit. 

He’s panting, those eyes still wide, but much darker now. You lean in, gauging his response before brushing your mouth on his. He moans softly, kissing you back, his hands trailing up your sides until he reaches your bra. When he lets his fingers drift over the cup, tickling your breast, you jolt right against him. 

In case you weren’t sure if he was into it, feeling how hard he is sets your mind at ease. 

When you press your hand there, he lets out another moan before his face drops into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck you,” he whispers.

“I mean,” you begin, trying to get your own breath back. “I think that’s what you’re wanting to do.”

You feel a nip on your skin and you shiver. You stroke a little harder through his sweats and he rocks into your hand.

“You feel so good, baby.” He lifts his head to meet your eyes. “Baby,” he repeats, when you smile at him. He kisses your nose then lips again. “You keep doing that…I can’t hold back anymore…”

“You threatening me, Kim Seungmin?”

He kisses you again, grinding before you slip your hand past his waistband. He trembles. 

“Yes,” he groans. “I promise to torture you next…” You feel his fingers tighten their hold on you and it’s honestly the best thing you’ve ever done. 

He comes in a matter of what feels like seconds, slumping against you. You carefully tuck him back into his pants, dropping a kiss to his cheek. He raises up to glare at you before kissing you back. It’s languid, the slow strokes of his tongue, one of his hands returning to your breast. When you shudder at his touch, you feel his chuckle more than hear it, his mouth leaving yours to trail to cheek then ear. One nibble on your earlobe has you making a sound that you know he’ll mock you for eternity about.

“Didn’t you already torture me? The whole makeup thing?” you ask, mild pleading in your words. 

He slides off your lap and takes your hand. “You make a good point.” He pulls you off the chair and down the hallway as you stagger behind him. “Guess I better thank you properly then.” He whirls you into his bedroom and shuts the door behind him. 

The things you do for friends. 

Especially the things you do for Seungmin (who is no longer just a friend).

--

© yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

no nut november — lee know (winner)

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex

a/n: part of @gimmeurtmi's and i’s collab <3

word count: 4.3k

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“God, that feels so good,” you whine.

Minho’s head pops up from between your legs and he grins, chin shiny with your arousal. “You close?”

“I was until you stopped,” you grumble.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says with a pout. 

You push his head lightly. “You’re not sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not.”

You roll your eyes. “Just because you can’t cum doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“I thought we were in this together,” Minho whines. 

“You really want to deal with a girlfriend who hasn’t cum in a month?”

“Good point.”

With that, Minho gets back to work. He’s teasing you purposely, this time, dragging his tongue up and down your slit without staying in one place long enough to be effective.

“Minho.”

“Hm?”

“Please...”

“Please what?”

“Need more.”

“Use your words, baby- hey. Don’t squirm.”

He presses down on your hips to keep you still, basically wrestling you into place. You surrender to him but only because you know he’s stronger. Minho smacks your cunt twice, each time making you jolt slightly. 

“Let’s try this again. Use your words to ask for what you want.”

“Can I- can I have something inside? Like your fingers or your tongue?”

“What about my cock?”

“What about it?”

“You don’t want my cock inside of you?”

“Of course I do, I always do. I just... didn’t think that was on the table.”

“Why not?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?” you groan. 

“You don’t think I can control myself?” Minho accuses.

“No, actually, I don’t!”

He sits up, hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me.”

“You just get very... passionate when we have sex.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that once you start, you can’t stop.”

Minho narrows his eyes at you like you’re challenging him, even though that isn’t your intention at all. You don’t want him to lose on your account, but you can only resist your irresistible boyfriend offering you his dick on a silver platter for so long. 

“I can’t believe you think that little of me!”

“It’s not that you can’t last, Min- we both know you can. You just like to... finish something once you’ve started.”

“Is that supposed to be a pun?”

You grin. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “You’re such a loser.”

“That you’re in love with.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky that’s the case.”

“And here I was thinking you’re the lucky one.”

“Oh, I definitely am. Listening to your terrible jokes is a small price to pay for getting to be your person.”

You push his chest bashfully. “Don’t get all cheesy now.”

“Why not? Can’t take it?”

“No, actually. I can’t. If you keep pouring your heart out to me like that I’ll die on the spot and then you’ll go away for my murder. “

“Worst they could get me for is manslaughter,” Minho scoffs like he’s brushing off the possibility. 

“So comforting to hear when you have me pinned underneath you.”

He smirks. “Did you want to get fucked or not? I do have to work later tonight.”

You sigh, shrugging. If he was so insistent about it, you weren’t going to fight it anymore. You were only trying to do him a favor in the first place. His funeral and all that. 

“Give it to me.”

Minho’s smirk turns into a genuine grin and he rubs your thighs in excitement. “I know you wanted something inside but did you want me to make you cum before fucking you?” You shake your head no. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just put it in.”

“So romantic.”

Despite the sarcasm in his voice, Minho scoots up so that his face is just inches above yours and kisses you deeply, getting you to moan so that he can slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like you, unsurprisingly, and like the strawberry jam you put on your toast in the mornings. 

“Spread your legs a bit more for me, baby,” he whispers. You do, and he praises you for it. “There you go.”

One of his hands comes down in between your legs to rub your clit as he eases himself inside of you. The fit is perfect, like always, but the stretch is obviously a little more intense than usual. 

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

While he waits, he just lies on top of you, ignoring your complaints when you tell him you can’t breathe. Then, you tap him on the back twice to let him know he can move so he does. 

Minho isn’t one to jump right into fucking the life out of you, preferring to start slow and build gradually build the pace, and today is no different. He’s even slower than he normally is, being extra considerate of your disposition. 

“You can go faster,” you urge him. “I promise I won’t break.”

You see him hesitate, almost like he wants to ask you if you’re sure, but he doesn’t. It’s something he’s been working on, trusting you to be honest about what you want in the bedroom, much like you’ve been working on telling him what you want in the bedroom. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

You moan as soon as you lock your ankles behind his back, the angle already pushing him deeper inside of you. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasp. 

“Atta girl. So good for me when you wanna be, huh?”

You nod, whimpering. 

He keeps his fingers on your clit as he fucks you, wanting to get you to the edge as fast as possible. You assume he’ll draw back, slow down and edge you just like he had when he was eating you out a few minutes ago, but he doesn’t.

“Fuck, I’m going to- I’m cumming!”

You sob as it hits you, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close. He makes a sound of surprise as he falls forward into you but easily accepts his fate and begins to kiss and nip at your neck.

Minho’s still fucking you even after you come down, even though your legs are trembling and tears are staining your cheeks. He seems entirely unaffected by the way your pussy’s clenching relentlessly around him. Meanwhile, you’re falling apart every time the head of his cock nudges your g-spot. Curse his dancer’s hips and performer’s stamina.  

“Think you can give me another one?” he asks. You can hear the smirk in his voice and it’s infuriating. 

You don’t get the chance to respond before you’re cumming again, whining his name and biting your fist so hard you think you’ve drawn blood. It isn’t unlike Minho to fuck you into a second orgasm right after the first, he loves overstimulating you almost as much as he loves edging you, but it always catches you off guard. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts.

“Yeah, I just c-came twice.”

“You’re always tight,” he says matter-of-factly. 

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

You snort and roll your eyes while Minho kisses your nose. 

“One more?” he asks, rolling his hips experimentally. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan. “Yes, please. Please make me cum again.”

Minho tries to gently coax the third orgasm out of you, taking his time instead of fucking your brains out like he just had been. You can tell he’s getting close too. He’s trying not to show it but he has a tell that’s a dead giveaway every time. 

“So good for me, letting me do whatever I want to you,” he pants. “So fucking warm and tight and perfect. God, you can never get enough of this cock, can you? Just have to have it all the time.”

“Yes, always!” you agree even though you aren’t entirely sure he’s expecting an answer. 

“That’s my fucking girl.”

You cum unexpectedly, shocking both yourself and your boyfriend. It’s all Minho’s fault, really. He can’t say shit like that and expect you not to gush everywhere. 

He tries to make the most of it by thrusting deep as he fucks you through the orgasm. You clutch him to you, digging your nails into his back as your thighs tighten around his waist. 

The cries of his name and the pulsing of your cunt drive Minho right to the edge and he’s suddenly frantic, whimpering and grunting in your ear as he desperately begs you to say the things he needs to hear.

“Tell me you love me,” he whines. “Please, baby tell me you’re mine.”

“I love you! I love you, baby. I’m yours, I’m yours. ”

It hits him hard- body going tense, eyebrows knitting together, mouth falling open as he cums inside of you. He looks so pretty like that, it’s a view you’ll never get tired of. It’s almost enough to make you cum again. You can feel it, feel his cock throbbing as he fills you up. You hadn’t used condoms with Minho for a long time now, didn’t need to when you were taking twice the typical dose of birth control for your awful periods. And you had been dating for long enough that you could trust each other with something as intimate as this.

Minho gives you and himself a moment to recover before he’s pulling out and rolling off of you. He feels around for one of the washcloths you always kept on the nightstand and finds one, cleaning himself and your thighs off.

“I’ll wet go wet another one with warm water for the actual mess,” he assures you. “Don’t want to use a dry washcloth on that. Your PH balance is already fucked up enough after what we just did.”

You wrinkle your nose at him. “Can you not say stuff like that until at least twenty minutes after we fuck?”

“You don’t think it’s sexy that your boyfriend cares and is knowledgeable about vaginal health?”

“I do, but I don’t think I would classify the subject as bedroom talk.”

“Agree to disagree.”

It isn’t until you’ve both showered and are laying in bed together that you bring the bet back up. Minho still has about an hour before he needs to be at the JYPE building and he’s trying to spend as much of that time with you as humanly possible. 

“Min, the bet,” you sigh. 

“What about it?”

“You lost. You guys shook on it like... a few hours ago.”

Minho shrugs. “Oh well.”

You sit up, detaching yourself from him to give him a look. 

“What?” he asks. 

“You’re the most competitive person I know..”

He grins. “Thank you.”

“That wasn’t necessarily a compliment, but you’re welcome, I guess. I just mean you’re not even a little upset about being the first out?”

Another shrug. “Meh. You win some, you lose some.”

“Have you told them yet? What did they say?”

“I’m just gonna let them figure it out on their own,” he says. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend as it dawns on you. “You were never going to play, were you?” 

Minho smirks. “Oh, I’m playing. I’m just playing a different game.”

-

“I’m not lying to our friends!”

“It’s not lying! It’s just not telling them.”

“It’s called a lie of omission for a reason, Minho. Because it’s a lie. And what if they straight up ask me about it? What am I supposed to say then?”

“Just change the subject.” “Yeah, because that’ll work fine and not be suspicious at all.”

“Babe, please,” he pleads. 

“It seems mean!”

“It is mean,” he agrees. “But it’s funny.”

“What if they all hate you after this?”

“They contractually can’t hate me. They still have to be in a group with me for the next two years and if we renew then even longer. Besides, this is me getting back at them for volunteering me to MC for Music Core. I was sick the day the representative came around to the company and they all recommended me knowing I wouldn’t want to do it because they thought it would be funny. Next thing I know, I’m in the audition room and they’re telling me I have to wear stupid hats and do aegyo every Saturday-”

“I thought you liked the hats.”

“They’re okay sometimes,” he huffs, refusing to admit what you both know to be true. “But it’s the principle of the thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mr. Drama King. What do I get in return for participating in your little revenge plot?” 

“What do you want?”

“The rest of the SKZOOs.”

Minho purses his lips, holding back a scoff. The only SKZOO you owned was Leebit, obviously. You actually had a couple of Leebits around your apartment but Minho had jokingly banned you from getting any of the others because, in his words, he was supposed to be your favorite member. 

“Having the others doesn’t mean you’re not my favorite,” you’d argued. “Do you want Leebit to be lonely?”

“Leebit doesn’t need friends,” Minho had insisted. “He’s happier by himself.”

You weren’t convinced but you also didn’t feel like arguing with your very stubborn boyfriend on the subject. You were content with Leebit for the time being- until now, that was. 

“That’s really what you want?” Minho asks. 

“Mhm.”

He sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Fine. Deal.”

You grin triumphantly and kiss him on the cheek. “Pleasure doing business.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And that’s why you love me. We’re made for each other.”

-

Your plan was to simply avoid the members and their partners for the entire month. If you didn’t run into them, you wouldn’t have to lie to them. Easy peasy. Right?

“Jisung did what?” you gasp, standing dumbfounded in the middle of your bedroom as your boyfriend gets dressed. 

“Planned a surprise birthday party for me,” Minho repeats.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s my best friend?”

“But... your birthday was last month. And how is it a surprise party if you already know about it?”

“You know he’s not good at keeping secrets. Or planning ahead.”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips as you watch Minho button his nice dress shirt. 

“Do I have to go?”

He pauses to look up at you. “What do you mean do you have to go? You don’t want to?”

“It’s not that,” you explain, “I’m just worried about someone bringing up your stupid bet and having to lie to them.”

“I’ll do most of the talking,” he assures you. “Just stick by my side.”

Thankfully, the party Jisung had planned was on the smaller side. Only Minho’s closest friends were in attendance which meant that you knew almost everyone there. Han had admittedly outdone himself with the setup, too. You couldn’t even recognize the JYPE ballroom with all of the decorations and lights strung up everywhere. You told him as much when you saw him. 

“If only the guy was actually surprised,” he grumbled to himself, “but thank you. I’m glad you like it.” 

The ‘sticking by Minho’s side’ method only worked when he was actually by your side. Midway through the party, he excuses himself to go talk to one of his friends, leaving you to fend for yourself until he returns. 

“Oh my god, I feel like it’s been forever!” a familiar voice echoes from behind you. 

You turn to see Hyunjin’s girlfriend holding her arms out to you for a hug, and quickly reciprocate, briefly wrapping your arms around her in greeting. 

“It’s been too long,” you agree. 

“Where have you been?” she asks. “The other girls have been asking for you.”

“Oh, you know,” you mumble, “work has really picked up lately so I’ve just been swamped.”

It’s not technically a lie, you have been swamped, but you’ve also been actively avoiding your friends at the same time. 

“Ugh, that sucks. It must be so stressful,” she sympathizes, then lowers her voice. “How have you been doing with... you know?”

Fuck. 

You take a deep breath and swallow the guilt that threatens to claw its way up your throat as you scramble to come up with a bullshit answer. “About as well as any of us, I figure.”

“Fucking tell me about it,” she groans. “I nearly killed Hyunjin when he told me about it. I still might.”

You laugh. “If he goes missing, I won’t say anything.”

Suddenly, Minho’s back by your side, his hand resting on the small of your back. He greets Hyunjin’s girlfriend warmly. She wishes Minho a happy birthday and then excuses herself to go find her own boyfriend. 

“What were you two talking about?”

“Who’s asking?” you ask in response. 

“The birthday boy.”

“He has no authority here, sorry.”

Minho’s jaw drops in faux shock. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

“She just asked me how I was holding up through all of this No Nut November bullshit,” you admit.

“Wait, she actually asked you about it?”

“Yes, she actually asked me about it. Girls talk about this stuff.”

He winces and rocks back on his heels. “Damn, I’m sorry, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, just don’t fucking leave me again. What was so important you had to ditch me for in the first place?”

“I went to go say hey to that girl Jeongin likes,” Minho explains, nodding in her direction. 

You look over to where she was now sitting with Jeongin and nod in understanding. “That’s her?”

She was one of the guests you didn’t know super well. You had only seen her at a few group functions and she mostly kept to Jeongin and some of the other younger members. 

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“What did you say to her?”

“I just thought she might be interested to know that her crush on Innie is mutual.”

“What?”

“She likes Jeongin back.”

“No, I know she does.” One of the other girls had told you about Jeongin’s little crush and how the two were practically shooting heart eyes at the other all the time but were completely oblivious. You just hadn’t been able to put a face to the name until now. “How do you know that?”

“It wasn’t hard to figure out,” Minho mutters defensively. 

“But why would you try to meddle in their business? Shouldn’t you let them figure it out for themselves?”

“If I didn’t interfere they’d never act on their feelings,” he argues. 

“And why did you decide to ‘interfere’ now of all times?” you push. 

Minho smirks, knowing you’re on to him. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

You roll your eyes and shove him lightly. “Why are you trying to make him lose? You’re already out so why does it matter?”

“I’m just trying to keep it interesting!”

“You’re being an asshole, is what you’re doing!” 

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

“Don’t change the subject!”

“What do you say we get out of here?” he suggests, completely ignoring what you’d just said. 

“You can’t leave your own birthday party early!”

“Says who?”

“It would be rude, Minho.”

“Fine, then let’s find a closet or something.”

“You really want to fuck like twenty feet away from everyone you’re up against for No Nut November?”

He shrugs. “Who doesn’t like a little challenge?”

-

Jeongin loses next, then Hyunjin. Changbin follows not long after, then Chan, then Felix. All the while, you continue to have sex with Minho. He comes over a lot more often, fucking you in every room of your apartment and then falling asleep in your bed just to go again in the morning. 

You can’t risk being at the dorms because neither of you are very good at keeping your hands off of each other, but you don’t want to raise suspicion by not being around so you drop by a couple of times throughout the month under the guise of bringing Minho dinner or picking him up for date night.

When the boys ask about you, Minho gives them the same excuse you’d told Hyunjin’s girlfriend about work. They don’t pry, thankfully, probably too intimidated by your boyfriend to invoke your name more than once every three to five business days. Minho could be a little possessive at times, even around the friends he’d known longer than he had known you, and that was working in your favor this month. 

The other six having lost meant that Seungmin was the only one left standing. Technically, he had already won. But he doesn’t know that. Only you and Minho know that. 

You expect Minho to tell him the good news as soon as Felix announces his failure, but he doesn’t.

“November isn’t over yet,” he points out.

“You’re just going to let Minnie suffer?”

“He’ll be fine.”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“Probably.”

-

Minho feels a little bad about having you lie on his behalf, but not bad enough to stop you from doing it. You’re just as much of a little jerk as he is, which is why he knew you’d agree in the first place. Sure, your moral compass is a bit more aligned than his, but that’s what makes you such a great pair. You’re there to reign him in when he goes too far, and he’s there to push your boundaries. 

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?” he asks when you come back from a girls brunch all giddy and breathless. 

You hadn’t even wanted to go in the first place to save yourself from lying to them all morning but Seungmin’s girlfriend had begged you to, seeing as you were the only two whose boyfriend’s hadn’t caved and therefore weren’t getting laid like the other girls were.

You didn’t want to leave her hanging like that, so you went. And now, you’re practically glowing with adrenaline as you recount the last two hours to Minho.

“I said that you won’t even touch me,” you exclaim, making Minho’s smile falter. “And that you’ve resorted to sleeping on the couch when you stay over so you don’t accidentally get too close to me in your sleep.”

He scoffs. “Did you have to make me sound like a total fucking loser?”

“Would you rather I have told the truth?”

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Thank you for doing that.”

You take a seat on Minho’s lap and hum happily. “You’re welcome.”

-

When the clock strikes midnight on December first, Minho’s surprised by the radio silence from Seungmin’s end. 

“Do you think he’s asleep?” he asks you. 

“Maybe he’s fucking his girlfriend into oblivion,” you suggest with a shrug. “I hope he is for her sake. Poor girl was desperate for dick.” 

Minho isn’t really sure how to respond to that so he doesn’t. He just hums in acknowledgment and turns the lamp by your bedside off so that your room is doused in darkness. You pat his thigh comfortingly under the blankets. 

“We’ll find out tomorrow, babe.”

“I guess we will.”

Seungmin doesn’t text the groupchat until the afternoon, hours after Chan’s texted asking who won. Minho shows you the texts and you read over his shoulder as the messages roll in. 

Kim Seungmin SKZ: lost an hour or two before midnight. congrats minho. 

Lee Felix SKZ: minho won??? Why am i not surprised at all lol

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: I think we all saw this coming.

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: pun intended.

Bang Chan SKZ: so where are you going to take your gf?

Minho: actually, you all should congratulate Seungmin.

Bang Chan SKZ: what?

Hannie: what? did you lose yesterday afternoon or something?

Seo Changbin SKZ: ???

Minho: I was the first to lose. 

The groupchat is silent for a single beat before it starts blowing up with messages from all of the members furiously cursing Minho out. He laughs as he scrolls through them. 

Bang Chan SKZ: all in favor of voting lee know out of the group?

Kim Seungmin SKZ: i think it’s unanimous.

Minho: Relax, Minnie. You won. You’re getting the trip. 

Kim Seungmin SKZ: RELAX? YOU’RE GOING TO TELL ME TO FUCKING RELAX??? I COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING MY GIRLFRIEND THREE DAYS AGO AFTER FELIX LOST BUT NOOO YOU THINK YOU’RE SO FUNNY MAKING THE REST OF US LOOK LIKE IDIOTS

Yang Jeongin SKZ: i mean it is kind of funny

Hannie: you’re not mad innie?

Yang Jeongin SKZ: i was out second... or i guess technically third so i was never going to win anyway. minho got me a girlfriend out of this so i can’t really complain too much

Minho: Listen, I’m happy to be the sole contributor to Minnie’s vacation since I was the one to orchestrate all this. The rest of you can donate to that nonprofit we talked about at the beginning of the month. I’ll make a donation too obviously but don’t worry about the trip.

Kim Seungmin SKZ: I don’t want your pity money

Minho: it’s not pity money, it’s sorry for being an asshole money

Seo Changbin SKZ: if he doesn’t want it, i’ll take it

Kim Seungmin: don’t you fucking dare

Minho: anyway, if you guys are done bitching I’m going to go spend some time with my girlfriend now. I hope you’ve all learned your lesson.

Hwang Hyunjin SKZ: our lesson???

Lee Felix SKZ: wym?

Bang Chan SKZ: oh don’t tell us you’re still mad about that

Minho: not anymore. we’re even now.

Minho puts his phone down on the counter as soon as it starts to ring with a call from Seungmin. He swipes the decline icon and turns his attention to you. 

“Was it worth it?” you ask. 

He opens his mouth to answer but his phone rings again, cutting him off. It’s a call from Chan this time. He declines it and turns the phone off completely so that no one else can bother the two of you. 

He leans forward and kisses you hard, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as his hands settle on your ass. 

“Was it worth it?” he repeats, smirking. “I’d do it again in a fucking heartbeat.”

sorry again for the wait- as you all know i've been going through a lot lol

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Loved You All My Life

Kim Seungmin x fem!Reader, slight Lee Felix x fem!Reader

You've spent your whole life loving Kim Seungmin, what you don't seem to realize is that he's spent his whole life loving you back.

♩ one-shot, fluff, angst, romance, childhood-best-friends to lovers, mutual pining, miscommunication, jealousy, crying, kids being kids and teenagers being teenagers, non-idol au, high school au, reader is hella introverted

♩♩ word count: 5.3k

♩♩♩ A/N: no but this made me so so so soft ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONEEEE

You've been in love with Seungmin for as long as you can remember.

He didn't have a stunning face like Hwang Hyunjin of the dance team, nor was he as versatile as Bang Chan, the captain of the soccer team. He wasn't the most handsome boy in the world, nor was he the smartest boy in the world. But he was, to you, the best boy in the world.

In your eyes, he shined.

It was 2003 when your family moved in next door to the Kim family.

At the age of three, you knocked on Seungmin's door for the first time, carrying gifts your mother had prepared for the neighbors.

The person who opened the door was his mother, but all you saw was him, Kim Seungmin. He was standing next to his mother, wearing a light blue sweater with white shorts and white socks that had puppies on them.

The moment he saw you, he waved at you with a big smile on his face. You blushed and hid behind your own mother, clutching her jeans tightly, but mustered up the courage to respond to him and waved back as well. He giggled out loud happily when he saw you respond to him.

That was your first encounter with Seungmin, and he has been shining ever since.

You two were the only kids your age on the whole block, and as a result, the two of you hung out together a lot.

You were horribly shy as a child, and it took all your strength just to tell him your name.

You always put your head down, not daring to look up at him, or anyone, but he would always take the initiative to talk to you, putting in the effort to make all kinds of strange noises and faces just to get you to smile.

His eyes were always so gentle and bright, as if they could shine into your heart.

When you entered kindergarten, he was always like a big brother, helping and protecting you so that you weren't being bullied by other children.

He would always rub your head with his little hand and tell you: "Don't be afraid Y/N, I'm here, no one bullies you while I'm here!"

You always thought that your relationship with Seungmin would continue like this forever.

However, after you entered elementary school, things started to look different.

Seungmin was always teased by the other boys, saying that he was a "little girl" because he was always with you.

You could see that it bothered him, and even though he would always talk back to them and argue, he didn't have the same determination in his eyes as when you were in kindergarten.

Three months after school started, you were walking home together one day after school as usual.

He suddenly turned around and looked at you with a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

You heard him say, "Y/N... Can you stop talking to me in school?"

As an adult, you recall this day and can completely understand Seungmin's actions. After all, he was just a six-year-old elementary school student. It was normal for him not to want to be excluded by his classmates.

But to you then, his words were like the end of the world.

You have no idea how you held back your tears in front of him at the time, you only remember yourself running home as fast as you could and crying a lot. Cried until your throat was hoarse, and even then the tears wouldn't stop. Your mother came to ask you what had happened, you stammered and didn't know how to explain to her, but you do remember saying something along the lines of "Minnie doesn't want me anymore".

Your mother just saw it as children fighting and didn't take it seriously. What she didn't know was that because of this incident, you and Seungmin became estranged from each other and didn't say a word to each other for three whole months. Even when he came to you after school, you just sped up and rushed home, not even willing to look at him.

So how was this problem solved eventually?

In math class the teacher asked for teams of two, the students would find a partner then register that team with the teacher. Usually you would just stay silent at such times and let the teacher help you form a team at the end. But that day was different. That day Seungmin stood in front of your desk and looked at you with an apologetic look, then held out his hand and ignored the boys around him saying things like "Kim Seungmin is teaming with a girl!!" and asked you: "Do you want to...form a team with me? "

He pursed his lips, the tips of his ears were a little red, and his hand was trembling lightly, as if he was afraid of being rejected by you.

You were still a little angry with him, but he invited you, how could you refuse him?

So you took his hand.

His eyes instantly lit up when he saw that you took his hand and started giggling. You swore you saw his tail wagging behind him.

That night, you came home with a big smile on your face with Seungmin.

When your mother saw you with Seungmin, and that you were smiling finally, she immediately guessed that you two had made up. She would later constantly tease you about how she had never seen you smile so happily before.

The next day, your classmates drew a love umbrella on the blackboard with your name and Seungmin's name written under it.

But children's excitement came and went quickly. They seem to have forgotten all about you and Seungmin in a week.

A lot of things happened in the six years of elementary school, but now that you think about it, many of the things that were doomsday for you then are just trivial things for you now. But within these things, there was one event that really had a big impact.

It happened on your tenth birthday, you still remember every second of it distinctly.

The night before, you had been rolling on your bed in excitement, you'd been looking forward to this day for a long time, hoping that it would be the happiest day of your life.

But the next morning it rained heavily, and instead of walking with Seungmin, you took your father's car to school.

When you arrive at school, you found that Seungmin wasn't there, he didn't show up even after the first bell had rung. You thought he had just overslept, but he didn't show up even at noon. At the end of the lunch break, you finally gave up waiting for him.

It kept raining until the end of the school day.

When your father came to pick you up, he brought you the news that Seungmin had caught a cold.

Because this idiot spent an hour in the rain waiting for you at the intersection where you usually met in the morning.

When you got home, you threw your school bag on the couch and ran out the door, ignoring your mother shouting behind you. You ran quickly to Seungmin's door and knocked on it.

Seungmin's mother immediately welcomed you in and took you to his room after telling you not to get too close to Seungmin in case you were infected.

Seungmin looked up at the door when he heard the sound of the door opening, and his eyes lit up when he realized it was you.

"Y/N! You've come to see me..."

He still had the puppy smile on his face, which made you a little angry.

"Stupid puppy! Stupid Minnie! Why did you wait for me when it was raining? Why did you have to catch a cold! You knew that today is my-"

"Happy birthday Y/N! S-sorry for worrying you ...... I just wanted to give you my present as soon as possible......"

"Your present?"

He fished out a small handkerchief from under his pillow and handed it to you, then put his hands behind his back.

"Look... On the front is your name, and on the back are the two of us ...... Although, although I didn't sew it very well ......"

You felt your eyes go red, all of your anger disappears into steam.

"Minnie ...... It's so pretty."

You look up at him, your eyes full of gratitude. If he wasn't sick right now, you would definitely rush up and hug him.

He forgot to hide his hand, scratching his hair after hearing your compliment, and then hastily turning his hand back after realizing what he had done.

But his movement still didn't escape your eyes.

"Minnie, what happened to your hands?"

He shakes his head with a sincere look on his face.

But you didn't believe it and moved closer to him.

"Show me your hand!"

"It's fine! Really!"

You frown, the anger that had just turned to steam seemed to have settled back in.

"If you don't show it to me, I'll get angry!"

"Don't! Don't get angry... Don't get angry ...... You always ignore me when you are angry with me, don't ignore me ......"

He slowly brought his hand behind him back around.

Only to see that it was covered with band-aids, with one look you knew that these were definitely from the needles.

Each Band-Aid has a different puppy on it, making it painful to look at but still cute somehow.

"If you're not good at needlework, why did you make me a handkerchief?"

You took his hand and held it as you looked at him with reproach in your eyes.

"Because... Because all the girls in the class have one, and you looked like you wanted one too...... But I'm sorry Y/N, I made it too ugly......"

Not expecting him to notice that at all, you blushed slightly, and shook your head fiercely when you heard the second half of the sentence.

"It's not ugly at all! You made it for me! I, I will cherish it for the rest of my life!"

"Really?"

His eyes shined as if there were stars in them. His invisible tail was wagging again.

"Of course, it's an important gift that Minnie made for me after he was seriously injured!"

"Seriously injured...? It's not that serious, I don't know why mom forced me to put on so many band-aids ......"

That handkerchief he sewed for you with his own hands, even after almost a decade, was still the most important thing to you.

As the two of you reached adolescence, you began to realize that men and women were different, and that the two of you could no longer be as close as you used to be.

He started hanging out with his male friends while you made a lot of female friends. You started to have separate circles of friends.

During junior high school, Seungmin joined the school choir and you joined the school orchestra, there you met your second most important male friend, Felix.

The orchestra and choir would often participate in similar school events, and every time he sang on stage, you would watch him.

As your body changed and your mind became mature, you became aware of your feelings for Seungmin.

You seemed to think of him as more than just a close friend, your feelings for him seemed to run deeper than that.

But you have been in a state of resistance, after all, you didn't know what he thought of you.

His attitude toward you seems to have remained the same. Close, but no overstepping.

You still walk home together after school, and you still go to each other's houses on weekends to do your homework.

But there was just something different.

When you were alone together, your heart always raced, you stumbled, you didn't know what to say, and you didn't have that sense of ease that you had in elementary school. It was almost like going back to the time when you first met him.

But he didn't seem to have changed at all, he still acted like a carefree puppy, always smiling and playing around.

He stayed up late playing games one day and fell asleep the next night while doing his homework at your house.

You looked at his sleeping face and unconsciously began to stare.

You quietly took out your phone and took a picture of him sleeping, making it the screen saver of your phone.

Your eyes always unconsciously followed him, you basically didn't notice anyone else when he was around.

"Y/N, I like you."

Until that day.

The day of your junior high school's graduation party, backstage after your orchestra performance.

Felix, your close friend for the past three years, confessed to you.

"F-Felix?"

"I know you probably just think of me as a friend, but please, just give me a chance?"

Maybe it was the adolescent hormones stirring, his sincere eyes somehow struck you.

You said yes.

If you knew that Seungmin was standing not far behind you that night and heard every word you said to each other, you would never have agreed.

But you didn't know.

That summer, Seungmin's family went to Jeju Island for vacation, and you spent the whole summer with Felix.

He was very nice to you, he took you out to dinner, watched movies, and went on countless dates with you.

You liked him a lot and were comfortable with him.

But this liking was not the same as the liking you had for Seungmin. Your heartbeat didn't speed up with Felix, everything you did seemed like they were just between friends.

He seemed to realize this too and asked for a break-up the day before school started.

"We should just go back to being friends again ...Y/N, you don't like me."

"...... I'm sorry Felix, I tried to like you, but I couldn't... I don't think I'll ever like anyone else but him in my life."

"It's Kim Seungmin, isn't it? I've seen the way you look at him..."

"You, you already knew?"

"Y/N, the only person who doesn't know that you like him would be him."

That night in front of your house, he gave you a hug.

"Are you sure, you want to continue to be friends with me? You don't have to..."

"Y/N, I was the one who was inclined to confess my feelings to you and to be with you, even if our friendship was ruined it would be my fault."

"Felix..."

He patted your shoulder with the "Felix smile" on his face.

"I don't like you that much anyway, don't worry. It's just a silly crush. I think I'm just a bit confused since you're kind of the only girl I talk to. Besides, I'm the one who dumped you."

He smiled at you and waved you goodbye.

Although you felt really sorry for him, you must say that you were relieved.

But at the same time, his words made you feel scared.

He said that the only person who doesn't know that you like Seungmin is Seungmin.

Did he really not know, or did he pretend not to know?

The answer to this question could only be found during high school.

Seungmin who came back from Jeju Island has changed, yet he hasn't changed at all.

His attitude towards you hasn't changed, at least on the surface. Yet you felt as if he was getting farther and farther away from you.

You were becoming less and less of a part of his life, but his place in your heart was becoming more and more important.

The feeling was horrible, like your heart was being squeezed, to the point where you almost couldn't breathe.

"Y/N, do you have a crush on anyone in our school?"

During lunch on the first day of school, the girls were gathered around in the classroom chatting, and you were suddenly asked this question.

You scanned around a little sheepishly, Seungmin was not in the classroom.

"Yes..."

You replied quietly, causing the girls around you to perk up.

"Of course she does, she has a boyfriend, right? The boy with the freckles."

One of the girls you went to junior high school with asked, patting your shoulder.

You shook your head.

"Felix and I broke up..."

"Eh?! When did that happen? How come we didn't know?"

"We broke up yesterday......"

The girls seemed to be interested in your love story and were talking louder and louder.

Seungmin came back from the cafeteria and was just about to step into the classroom door when he heard a classmate ask.

"So Y/N, you just broke up and you already have a crush on someone again? Or are you still not over your ex?"

He frowned, what broke up? What ex-boyfriend? You broke up with Lee Felix?

What does she mean by you have a crush on someone again?

Seungmin was not one to eavesdrop, but this was about you.

Instead of choosing to step into the classroom, he hid outside the door and listened carefully to your answer.

"Felix and I were never......really in that kind of relationship. There was always someone else that I liked."

You didn't know why you were saying something like that to a classmate you'd just met today. maybe it was because you had to find a place to vent it out? Venting this secret you've been hiding from yourself for so many years.

"Ah, let me guess... I got it! It's Hwang Hyunjin, isn't it? Didn't he go to the same junior high school as you?"

He did, but it isn't him. So you shook your head.

But Seungmin didn't see you shake your head. He thought you were acquiescing.

The glimmer of hope that had just been sparked was instantly extinguished.

Seungmin just felt like crying and hiding now.

He's been hiding from you all summer, he didn't have to go to Jeju Island. His mother even outright asked him if he wanted to go to Jeju Island or stay home so he could be with you.

He chose to leave in order not to see you and Felix together.

But now you're saying that you never liked Felix, but Hwang Hyunjin from the dance team?

Hwang Hyunjin, the most popular guy in the whole school?

When were you going to just... look at him?

Seungmin felt that his world had turned grey, as if he had been holding on to the wrong thing all this time.

How could he be so stupid? To think that it was him that you liked all along?

The night Felix confessed his feelings to you, he was going to confess his to you too.

He was even prepared to sing for you on stage, quietly preparing for months.

But instead, you said yes to Felix.

And now, you would rather like that bad boy from the dance team, Hwang Hyunjin, than look at him.

He actually didn't even know.

He felt like such a loser, having known you all his life and not even knowing who you liked.

He ran away, hiding secretly in the bathroom, weeping silently by himself.

Why couldn't you just look at him?

He has liked you all his life, he thought he had shown it clearly. He was being so obvious.

Why don't you like him back?

Where he didn't know, the conversation between you and your classmate continued.

"You don't like Hwang Hyunjin? Then is it Bang Chan?"

You shook your head again.

"Eh? Not Hyunjin nor Chan? Is this person even from our school?"

"Why are you guys all hovered around Y/N?"

Just as you were about to answer, Felix walked into the classroom.

"Ah, the ex-boyfriend is here."

Felix frowned and looked at you with confusion.

"We were asking Y/N about her crush history," the classmate patted your shoulder again, "Since you are her ex-boyfriend, you should know, right, who Y/N has a crush on?"

Felix still looked at you suspiciously, somewhat surprised how these classmates already knew about what happened between you two.

"Y/N likes... Y/N is still in love with her first love."

Leaving such an inexplicable sentence, Felix returned to his seat without continuing to speak.

"First love? Isn't your first love him?"

The girls still wanted to continue to ask questions, but you no longer had the interest to continue talking.

The only person who understood the words, besides him, was you.

Soon after school started, it was Seungmin's birthday, September 22nd.

And the week before his birthday, which is today, happens to be Felix's birthday.

"Aren't you going to do anything for his birthday? I don't want to see you looking at him with those eyes anymore."

Felix asked during lunch.

"I... I do?"

Felix rolled his eyes.

"Do you really think everyone around you is blind? Well, maybe Kim Seungmin is blind, but no one else is."

"But he doesn't like me... It's useless for me to do anything."

If he liked you, surely he would have made a move long ago.

You've known each other all your life, you would like to think you know him well.

"How do you know he doesn't like you? I for one feel like he's looking at you the same way you are."

"Felix...the way he looks at me hasn't changed at all, since day one."

Felix took a sip of the milk in his hand and patted your head.

This action was particularly harsh in the eyes of Seungmin who was not far behind you.

How could you two be so close even after you broke up, while he was hardly even considered a friend now?

He met you first...way before Felix did......

Lowering his head, he didn't want to watch the two of you get along anymore.

"Are you a fool? The way he looks at you hasn't changed? Couldn't that possibly mean he's always liked you?"

You blush at those words.

"I ......"

"Don't "I", I order you to confess your love to him, on his birthday, that's my birthday wish."

"But Fe-"

"Are you saying no to my birthday wish?"

You conceded defeat and raised your hand.

"Okay, okay, I will."

While the promise was made, you still had absolutely no idea how to actually act on it.

You spent the next week thinking about how to confess your feelings to Seungmin, and how to face his eventual rejection.

Finally, at eleven o'clock on the night of the 21st, you got everything ready. You read the confession letter again and fell onto your bed.

Like a child, you wrote him a love letter... Why did you do that? It seemed so immature.......

Wouldn't this be embarrassing for him? If he had to reject you on his own birthday...

You tossed and turned in bed, your emotions too complicated to describe in words.

Eventually, you fell asleep.

You arrived at school early the next morning, your nervousness couldn't help but make you breathe heavily.

You were a little distracted all morning, looking up at the clock every now and then, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch break.

Finally, at exactly twelve noon, the bell rang.

You immediately got up and glanced over towards Felix, who gave you a thumbs up.

You clutch your letter in one hand with your present in the other and walked over to his place.

But he wasn't there.

Looking around with panic, you failed to find him.

"Umm...Jisung, have you seen Seungmin?"

You tapped the shoulder of the boy sitting at the table behind Seungmin and asked in a whisper.

"Kim Seungmin? Oh, he went to the bathroom, why?"

"I... Nothing, he went to the bathroom, right?"

You should go look for him in the hallway... That way your class won't get suspicious.

Thinking this, you left the classroom.

Too caught up in your own thoughts, you didn't even notice that you bumped into someone.

You thought you were going to fall on the floor when a hand pulled your wrist.

You looked up.

It wasn't Seungmin.

Surprisingly, it was Hwang Hyunjin.

"Oh, I'm sorry ......"

You immediately pulled your hand away, not wanting to cause him any more trouble or waste any more time.

"What's on your mind? Can't believe you didn't notice me."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, and you frowned in response.

Why was he talking to you? You were definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone but Seungmin, especially not Hwang Hyunjin.

"Nothing... Um, can I pass through? I'm really sorry to have bumped into you ......"

"Where exactly are you heading? With that hurried look on your face? Don't you even have time to say a few words to me? Or is it because..." He looks down at you, trying to meet your eyes, "You're a shy one?"

You knitted your brows and stared at him.

This guy has literally nothing going for him except for a good-looking face and the unfortunate fact that he was indeed a good dancer.

You didn't really understand why anyone would like him.

But right now you didn't need to know, you just wanted to get out of here.

"Hey, what's that in your hand?"

He took the love letter you prepared for Seungmin from your hand and started reading it.

""I've had feelings for you since a long time ago?" What? Is this a love letter? Is it for me? Did you bump into me on purpose?"

"No! Give it back to me!" You jumped in fear and tried to take the letter from his hand.

"No as in no you didn't bump into me on purpose? Or no as in no this wasn't written for me?"

"Hwang Hyunjin!"

Just as your tears were about to trickle out of your eyes, you heard a familiar voice.

Hyunjin turned slightly sideways to look behind him.

Seungmin.

Your heart felt like it was going to stop beating.

"Give it back to her."

Hyunjin felt bored and rolled his eyes before returning your letter to you.

"I see you have a little knight."

With these words, Hyunjin left.

There was a moment of silence in the hallway after he disappeared.

You sat helplessly on the floor.

"Y/N!"

Seungmin came to kneel down in front of you and touched your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

You covered your face, not knowing what to say.

"Y/N?"

"Seungmin...... Can you come with me, to the rooftop for a while?"

He froze for a moment and then whispered "Yes".

It was the beginning of autumn in September, but the rooftop was still very hot at noon.

Was the blush on your face due to the heat, or was it due to nervousness?

You came to the rooftop fence and looked at the view in the distance, not daring to look in Seungmin's direction.

He stood beside you with his hand in his pocket, quietly waiting for you to say something.

After a long time, you handed him the gift you had prepared.

"Min-.... Seungmin, happy birthday."

You didn't call him his nickname.

"Seungmin?"

Not getting any response, you turned back to him.

He had a hurt expression on his face.

You suddenly feel pain in your chest, like your heart was being pinched hard.

"When did we... become such strangers?"

He spoke softly.

"......"

At the moment you realize you like him. You wanted to tell him.

But you didn't get to say it.

"When did you break up with Felix? And when did... When did you fall in love with Hwang Hyunjin?"

"What-"

"The love letters you wrote...they're for him, aren't they?"

Your eyes widened.

How could he think that?

"This gift is for him too, right?"

You hurriedly shook your head, but he pushed the gift box into your chest, moved up as if he didn't see your shaking of the head at all and clutched the barbed wire behind you fiercely, looking at you with an expression you've never seen before, a devastated expression.

"I don't need your charity, I don't need it......"

"Seungmin, it's not-"

"I only have one birthday wish, Y/N, that you can grant me, one single birthday wish."

Seungmin's hand clutching the barbed wire tightened some more, as if trying to embed the wire into his hand, his voice trembling slightly.

You suddenly felt a twinge of fear.

You have not seen him like this, nor have you heard his voice like this.

"Seungmin listen to me -"

"Don't make me like you any more!"

He shouted these words with all the strength he could muster.

Then s breeze blew past the two of you, it was as if time was pressed to pause.

"What?"

You couldn't believe your ears.

You suddenly felt rain falling on your shoulders, and when you looked up, it wasn't raining.

Realizing this, you rush to look at Seungmin.

He, was crying?

"Y/N...don't you think, you're being too mean? You're making it so hard for me...You already have someone you like...s-so don't... Just please stop messing with my heart, stop being nice to me, I beg you ...... Don't make me fall for you even more."

He let go of the barbed wire and tried to turn away after wiping his tears.

But then he heard you laugh.

You laughed.

He turned around in disbelief.

"Stupid puppy..."

He heard you whisper.

Hearing that nickname, the tears he had managed to stop slipped down his face once again.

"Stupid Minnie, stupid. I'm stupid too."

You looked up and gave a heartfelt smile.

"I don't like Hwang Hyunjin."

"Then who is it, Bang Chan? Or-"

"It's you I like, dummy! I've liked, no, I've loved you all my life."

You walk up, clutching the love letter you wrote to him, and hit him on the chest.

"It's always been you, ever since the first time we met."

"So what exactly did you get him for his birthday?"

A few days later, in the cafeteria, Felix, still holding his milk in his hand, couldn't stand watching you and Seungmin being all lovey-dovey in front of him asked.

"Also, did you forget that we broke up less than a month ago? With you finding a new one so quickly, doesn't it look like I'm the one who's been dumped? When the truth is that I dumped you?"

You fed Seungmin a bite of pork and watch him chew it contentedly before taking out the handkerchief you embroidered for him to wipe his mouth.

"This is it."

You shook the handkerchief in your hand.

"You made a handkerchief for him? What year is it? The eighteenth-century?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes and took the handkerchief from your hand to put it away.

"It's stitched by Y/N, it's more precious than anything in the world."

"Aww, thank you baby..."

Felix felt like he was about to throw up.

"If I had known I'd have to suffer through this after you guys got together, I would have never forced her to confess to you."

"Don't worry Lixie, you'll still have to be the best man for our wedding."

It seems like you've been in love with Seungmin for as long as you can remember.

Whether it was the way he smiled when you first met. The way he stood up for you in kindergarten. The way he injured his fingers when he sewed the handkerchief for you in elementary school. The way he sang on stage in middle school. The way he cried and told you not to let him like you any more in high school. The way he took away your first in college. The way he proposed to you after graduation. Or the way he was holding your hand at this moment, walking with you down the marriage hall. You were in love with all of him.

black swan

❝ you promised stars, jeongin. ❞

PAIRING ▸ yang jeongin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ best friends to lovers, swan lake-esque au, (some) fluff, smut

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mentions of drinking, sexual tension, jeongin lowkey has corruption kink, lowkey friends with benefits for a while, oral (fem. receiving), fingering ish, smut, lots of dirty talk, orgasm denial

SUMMARY ▸ your world revolved around ballet and playing the lead role in swan lake; however, chan, your ballet instructor, instructs you to take a break from practice and relax instead. distraught, you turn to your best friend, yang jeongin, who takes it upon himself to show you that there are more pleasures in the world than just ballet

PLAYLIST ▸ swan lake, op. 20, act ii no. 10 by pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

WORD COUNT ▸ 6114 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello! i hope you guys enjoy my first oneshot ♡ this was lowkey pure self-indulgence aka porn with plot but the plot is more porn oops maknae on top jeongin just makes me feel some sorta way

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