Soft Minho - Tumblr Posts

okay so my blog was not for this, but i HAD to write this down so i can get it out my mind.

imagine waking up in your shared bedroom with minho. maybe you have light baby yellow curtains flowing around from the breeze in the morning. you have a well rested mind, and you can feel the sleep in your boyfriend's warm neck. minho taking care of you with such love.

your back on the mattress while his whole body is covering you. you feel his fingertips in your hair. massaging your scalp, writing life time promisses over his lover's body. he's thrusting into you so slowly and gently as he only does in the mornings. you feel his nose travelling around your face, and his lips like butterfly wings, as soft as if it almost wasn't there. his whimpers, small and high pitched, landing like secrets in your ears. he wouldn't bring them out later, and you would keep such gift locked in your heart.

but right now, he hears how he sounds. little, too little. like a baby sleeping in their mother's arms. like his love woudn't ever fit in his limited human body. you feel his hair tickling you. his legs wrapped around you. his arms over yours. but nothing, will ever be compared to his soft as clouds moans. moans that are meant for you, and you only. minho, on the other hand, hears your prayers that sound like his name. feels you warm, and so, so wet.

minho gets you presents. gets pretty watches wrapped around in a lovely ribbon. he gets you flowers, every thursday when you're home early cooking dinner and the flower shop near his company gets fresh tulips. too expensive necklaces and handmade cups. but this moment, right here, is when minho feels that you can finally understand his love.

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it’s still on my mind

okay so my blog was not for this, but i HAD to write this down so i can get it out my mind.

imagine waking up in your shared bedroom with minho. maybe you have light baby yellow curtains flowing around from the breeze in the morning. you have a well rested mind, and you can feel the sleep in your boyfriend's warm neck. minho taking care of you with such love.

your back on the mattress while his whole body is covering you. you feel his fingertips in your hair. massaging your scalp, writing life time promisses over his lover's body. he's thrusting into you so slowly and gently as he only does in the mornings. you feel his nose travelling around your face, and his lips like butterfly wings, as soft as if it almost wasn't there. his whimpers, small and high pitched, landing like secrets in your ears. he wouldn't bring them out later, and you would keep such gift locked in your heart.

but right now, he hears how he sounds. little, too little. like a baby sleeping in their mother's arms. like his love woudn't ever fit in his limited human body. you feel his hair tickling you. his legs wrapped around you. his arms over yours. but nothing, will ever be compared to his soft as clouds moans. moans that are meant for you, and you only. minho, on the other hand, hears your prayers that sound like his name. feels you warm, and so, so wet.

minho gets you presents. gets pretty watches wrapped around in a lovely ribbon. he gets you flowers, every thursday when you're home early cooking dinner and the flower shop near his company gets fresh tulips. too expensive necklaces and handmade cups. but this moment, right here, is when minho feels that you can finally understand his love.