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perv!chan who convinces you to ask your group mates if you can always be the last one to record your parts. he tells you it's because your parts take longer to mix, but really, it's all just a ploy to leave you all alone with him for hours.
perv!chan who tries to stay professional to at least get something done, but the way your white miniskirt flutters around your perfect thighs as you walk around the recording room while rehearsing your parts makes his cock noticeably jump in his sweatpants. luckily, the mixing table is way over his lap, and you're focused on singing your heart out, so you don't notice his hand slowly starting to sneak between his thighs.
perv!chan who starts rubbing himself above his pants as he discusses with you some lyric and tempo changes, stroking his clothed dick to the sound of your voice and whines when you can't get a part quite right.
perv!chan who guides you through the track, his hand now sneaking into his underwear to grip his leaking cock, rubbing his tip whenever you let out an annoyed puff, or show off your pouted lips. their puffiness make him wonder how soft they would feel wrapped around him, how the pink, glittery lipstick you put on would stain his dick as you gag around his girth, how pretty they would look covered in his cum.
perv!chan who speeds up his strokes when you show off a glimpse of your cute cunt clad in the tiniest panties he's ever seen as you bend down to grab your bottle of water from the floor. he mentally groans at the way they cling and dig into your pussy lips, at how they are begging to be set free, and fuck– he can picture so clearly how his white ropes of arousal would look on your pussy and thighs.
perv!chan who starts sweating as he edges himself, his hips stuttering and heavy cock twitching in his hand while looking at you, at the sweat slowly rolling down your forehead, at your miniskirt riding up, at your hands doing a makeshift ponytail whenever you struggle with a highnote, at your tits slightly bouncing under your shirt as you move.
perv!chan who cums into his pants and all over his hand when you start whining that you're getting tired, so he gulps back his moans and groans and presses the button so he can talk to you, thumb teasing his drooling tip and hot veins as he speaks.
per!chan who, “let's do the last part one more time, then you can go home, hm?” but he knows he's lying. he has to come to your pretty face at least two more times, and with his sticky hand wrapping around his twitching dick, he starts again, shamelessly pumping and ogling at you through the glass separating you.
✧︎ Fuckkkk I've been thinking about Bangchan away on a trip, that man is so flirty because he's just so needy. ✧︎
He’s desperately fisting his cock trying to do it just like you do but knowing nothing feels as good as your touch.
He tries to picture your tight pussy as he pushes his hips into his hands but it just makes him want you even more.
It takes you three rings to pick up his call, his low muffled whines sounding through the phone almost immediately and even as sleepy as you are you know exactly why he called.
“Miss you so much, fuck.” He says breathlessly and you can almost hear the wet sounds of his hand pumping his thick cock, and the whine he lets out at hearing your voice is heavenly. “God, I need you so bad.”
“You sound close, Channie.” You purr through the phone and he breathes in deeply at your words, bottom lip pulled between his teeth in attempts to muffle his growing noises. “You gonna cum, pretty boy?”
“Mmfuck, yes. m’so close.” He pants as he picked up the pace of his hand, eyes screwing shut at the way your voice sends shivers down his back.
“Wait”
“Why-“ Bangchan whines desperately but stills his hand on his now throbbing cock. the swollen tip leaking precum into his fingers and it takes everything in him to not jerk his hips up. “Please, baby. I need to-“
“I want to see just how much you miss me.” You start, pressing your thighs together at the thought that has your pussy drooling now. “Show me your pretty cock, baby. I want to watch you cum.”
He’s never facetimed you quicker, and the slight glimpse of his flushed face before he flips the camera has your hand slipping into your panties. Not being able to fight the burning in your core anymore. Especially not when his cock comes in view, his hand wrapped tightly around the base.
“C’mon, show me how you like it.” You coo smiling when he starts fisting his cock again, his desperate moans louder than before and it has your pussy clenching around your fingers. “Fuck, I miss you and your big cock, Channie. Cant wait for you to fuck me when you get home.”
The look on your face as you watch his hand twist around the sensitive tip has him almost over the edge, your pupils are blown out in pure lust just from seeing him try to copy your usual actions.
“Oh god, m’gonna cum-shit” Bangchan groans loudly, hips stuttering up to meet the pace of his hand and you can’t even get out a word before his thick cum spurts out, slipping down his hand as he continues to milk his cock. God, how you wished you could lick his hand clean.
Breathless whines of your name string from his lips and the knot wound tightly in your core unravels fast, your orgasm hits you hard with a cry of his name.
“You’re so pretty when you cum, baby.”
When you open your eyes again, still breathing deeply from the tiny waves of pleasure coursing through your body you see Bangchan’s face on the screen now.
A dopey grin plastered onto his face and his hair sticking to the light sheen of sweat coating his forehead.
THE MINHO POST BRRRR IM GOING INSANE just imagine how hard he’d fuck you when he’s jealous😵💫
oh my god, this is rotting my brain currently from all the different scenarios.
just imagine minho fucking so hard into your pretty cunt while you're face down, or maybe even missionary, just so he can see your fucked out face when you start crying as he makes you apologize over and over again, all while he overstimulates you by rubbing your clit and hitting your g-spot 🤭🤭
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Request: Wondering if you could do stray kids giving you their card when you go out shopping, but you don’t use it and they see you haven’t and what they do 💗🖤
Warnings: not proofread; nothing more if I'm not mistaken
A/n: this layout is so pretty, admire it with me for a second pls
Bang Chan
Y'know when he goes 🤨? That's him right now. Genuinely doesn't understand why you wouldn't use it. Like, the card was right there... Next to you... And you chose to not use it? If you explain that you just didn't want to use his money because you didn't feel comfortable, he'll explain to you that he doesn't mind in the slightes if you spent it. Actually, he'd be kind of honoured if you did. When he convinces you, he is smiling all adorable and content fr
Lee Know
When he didn't receive any notification from the bank he thought you had actually lost his card lmao. The minute this thought pops in his head he's calling you asking about the whereabouts of his card. When you tell him that you just didn't want to spend his money, he'll manage to convince you to use his card through the phone. He has a proud grin when he receives the first notification from the bank.
Changbin
He'd be kinda sad ngl. When he offered you his card and you took it he was feeling so proud of himself 😭 like "oh I'm such a good boyfriend :D". So when you don't use it he pouts for a second or two. Spend his money and he'll get happy again real quick!!
Hyunjin
Got a little :( tbh. But he doesn't address about it nor have a really dramatic reaction at first. Some days later he will spoil you with a lot of gifts, things he thinks you could've bought with his card. Half of it is just to make you happy and half of it because he wants to make you feel valued through his acts.
Han
Oh he's betrayed. How could take his card like you were going to use it but then you don't?? Stabbing him would've hurt less (he'd be so dramatic lol). Would try to go shopping with you next time just so he can make sure he'll be the one paying
Felix
When he didn't receive any notifications of the bank he thought that you just didn't buy anything. Perhaps nothing satisfied you so you didn't even buy it. But when you come back home with your shopping bags he's so ??? Like "how did you buy those things🤨". Audibly gasps when you tell him you used your own money. Betrayed pt2.
Seungmin
Gives you a glare that makes you freeze when he finds out. Next time you go shopping he offers you his card again, making sure he's glaring at you again like there's a threat in his eyes - "you better use this card this time." When you actually do he switches up completely and gives you the sweetest smile ever lol. It would be kinda cute ngl
I.N
I think that at first he wouldn't have noticed that you didn't buy your things with his money. But then you go shopping again and his bills stay the same... I think he'd catch up at the second or third time. Accuses you of letting him be delusional all this time believing he was the one paying for you😔 jokes aside he'd let you know that it's okay if you don't feel comfortable spending his money, but it's his pleasure to spoil like this and that if you don't mind him paying, you shouldn't hesitate on actually using his card
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YOUR boyfriend was so clueless in all aspects of women. Sometimes it was funny and other times it was genuinely shocking how little he knew; Jeongin was always nose down in books, easily flustered, yet incredibly attractive. Like borderline insane how attractive he was. Which made it even more of a mystery as to how he has never had a girlfriend, let alone been with a woman.
You often poked fun at him for him, though it was all innocent. At least for the first few months of the relationship.
"Innie, you are such a pretty boy," You would tease whilst leaning against his arm, cheek pressed to his shoulder so absentmindedly, though you knew how easily flustered he could get. Jeongin would gush at your compliments with fire in his cute cheeks, squishing to you closer to bury his head into your heavenly hair. Then you'd continue, chuckling as you patted his shoulder and held him, "Bet you have a pretty cock too..." you'd whisper into his ear, leaving him shocked and clueless.
"What—" And them you'd be on about something else, pretending nothing was ever said. As if your words didn't leave his (in fact, very pretty) cock half-hard and beginning to sting with sin, a small stain of wetness from the tip tattooing his sweat pants a darker shade.
But now it was getting a lot less harder to ignore your sinful words. At first he could excuse himself, fix his problem and go back to you (admittedly, a little more flustered). Now, this would happen often the more comfortable the two of you got with each other. From teasing comments to full blown make out sessions— nearly ending with you on his lap riding him. But he always backed out, not because of fear but because he's never done it before (okay, maybe a little fear).
He was inexperienced and he didn't want to blow a load too early; he also didn't want to disappoint you with how little he knew.
And, of course, you'd always smile and give him a gentle kiss when things got too heated. Telling him it's fine and you'll wait for him as long as he needs, settling back into the sofa cushions with a content sigh as you watched the movie you'd put on an hour before, now already at the end.
However, Jeongin was ready. He knew it, he could feel it inside of him. Each time he'd have you underneath him, or you on top of him with a flirty giggle, he knew he wanted to take off your clothes and please you. Jeongin knew with every ounce of his being, every atom longed for you.
So he was determined now. 6 months into the relationship and he was ready to take charge... the only problem was, how?
"Innie, baby, hey," You called, obviously confused as to why he wasn't answering you mid-conversation. Your head whipped around to him away from the screen, catching his eyes staring at you already, though not into your eyes. His gaze was set on your pudgy thighs that lay so barren due to your shorts (or maybe lack of). Adding to the fire was the fact that you wore his big hoodie that he always wore, so it's as if the smell was imbedded into it, pristine and constantly fresh. And that barely covered your thighs, dangling over your body like a shadow of fabric.
Jeongin opened his mouth, dry and a bit flustered, "Sorry, what??" His eyes met yours, cute voice slurred with obvious embarrassment. His pink lips were chapped but you thought that was nothing a little kiss couldn't fix.
"What're you staring at, handsome?" You teased him, poking his cheek with a neatly manicured finger, giggling as you scooted over to him. Jeongin huffed with a pout, tugging his hoodie down to cover the (hopefully not so) obvious bulge beginning to grow in his jeans. But, obviously, you caught it.
"Don't call me that, baby," Jeongin knew that you knew what effect that nickname had on him. It was so cute and innocent yet when they came out of your lips they had a sinful twinge. Like it was drenched in the sex that was beginning to ruminate in the thick, tensed air, "Such a meanie..."
You chuckled darkly, draping one leg over his and sitting so that his cute thigh lay between yours, parting your legs so nicely.
"Why? Does it make you nervous, hm?"
Jeongin looked you dead in the eye, breath stuttering and teeth parted to showcase that cute tongue; the tongue you just wanted to have in your mouth.
"Love, you know why," Your boyfriend droned with a familiar pout. Poor boy stopped for a minute, hesitating to rest his hands on your hips but mustering up the courage with a red face. You tilted your head, a bit confused as his eyes grew a tone more serious, chocolate irises now the hue of dusk, "Uhm... hey, baby... I wanna ask you something."
"Shoot," You looped your arms around his neck, connecting in the back of his hair whilst skillfully playing with the ends of his deep black strands.
Jeongin ignored how his cock ached suddenly at the feeling of your hands in his hair. How it felt when you pulled at the strands just gently but enough for him to shiver. Jeongin silently wondered if he was really gonna do this or if he'd end up in the bathroom again, cock in hand, wondering why he was such a loser.
"Okay, so, um, you know how I-I always say that I want to wait? To, y'know—"
You nodded, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, a dust of cherries underneath your skin, "Yes, I know."
"Okay, well—" Jeongin hesitated, his eyes dead set on yours, unknowingly squeezing your hips as he tried to compose himself, "I think I'm ready."
Your eyes widened, meeting his with a soft coo as you ran a gentle hand through his soft locks. Jeongin hissed softly, still insistent in keeping your eyes locked but slowly losing his composure the more you stared.
"You're ready?" You asked, already pooling in your underwear.
Jeongin nodded, kissing your wrist that laid beside his cheek, as if to confirm to you through the silence, "I've been ready— I just want— I want to do this."
You cracked a smile, "Do this? Or do me?"
"Stopp," He whined, trailing a trembling hand up your waist then to your cheek, resting softly on your warm flesh now. His thumb gently rubbing, to his pleasure he felt your skin burning, seeing them red with love, "I'm serious, pretty." His voice was low now, if anyone else was in the room, no one else but you would hear. It was just for you. Like a gift.
"I know, Innie," You whispered back, suddenly you were the nervous one, hands dropping down to his chest, feeling his heartbeat as it increased like the sound of a bass drum, "I'm serious too. If y-you're ready, so am I. Promise."
Jeongin felt somehow relieved yet at the same time more nervous. He could feel every ounce of sincerity within your words, your tone too. He already felt so intimate and nothing had even begun.
"Love you, pretty boy," You whispered again, leaning forward to meet his lips, melting into them, "Love you s'much," You muttered against his lips as they immediately meshed with yours, the intensity of every kiss growing. At this point, Jeongin's cock was throbbing just from hearing you say all of that. His hands were gently, timidly prying at your clothes, wanting them off but not sure how to say it without you teasing him.
Jeongin caught your bottom lip, pulling away with a shiver creeping down his spine, "B-Baby, m' so in love with you. Swear to god, you're perfect." His eyes were already dazed as they looked you up and down, admiring your delicious figure, "I wanna make you feel good— show me."
You almost moaned at the sound of it. Watching Jeongin slowly lose it, shirt now tugged up enough to see the true volume of his erection. You could tell he was big, and how he had kept this from you was a mystery. You adjusted on his lap, openly sitting on his bulge as if to let him know— tell him without the burden of words that you're his.
"Show you?" You asked against his lips, grazing them softly.
Your boyfriend nodded, your hands reaching under his hoodie to feel the heat of his skin. Your nails lightly scraped over his tense tummy, breath stuttering each time your fingertips swirled over his skin. He groaned at the feeling of your hips upon his cock, feeling as though he'd bust right then.
"Show me how to make you feel good," Jeongin said it so confidently you almost forgot it was your boy. You liked how eager he was to please yet somehow kept that little bit of composure, "That's all I wanna do for you, pretty."
You almost short circuited, retracing your thoughts and trying to figure out what to do or say first, "O-Oh... well, give me your hand first."
Jeongin obeyed, taking his hand and placing it in yours, eyes wide and staring into yours as he awaited further instruction.
"Now—" You took his hand, guiding it to your sopping cunt, almost letting out a whimper as he ran a finger up your heat. Jeongin nearly gasped as he felt the heat, the stain of wetness from your arousal, he was perplexed yet utterly amazed, "Yes— like that." You grasped his hand tighter, placing it where your clit was, aching and an angry shade of red, "This feels good... rub— rub it, in circles."
"You're so wet— fuck, I can feel it through your shorts," Jeongin did as you told him. Rubbing gently in what he hoped was a good pace. From the look of your dusty eyes he could safely say it was. Your lips parted with soft whines leaving them, thighs trembling on either side of his legs. It was a sight he could get used to, "Does that feel g-good?"
"Mhm— wan' take off my shorts," So you did, stepping off his lap and leaving his hands empty and unoccupied, which he never knew he could miss. You laid at his side now, head upon a pillow, looking ever so angelic as you spread your legs, as if to invite him. Jeongin ogled for a moment, forgetting he was human as his eyes lingered up and down your voluminous curves, landing lastly on your barren cunt, observing with curiosity.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," Jeongin crept forward, connecting your lips with his in a heated, dramatic kiss, "Thank you, thank you—" He didn't know what he was thanking you for; being you? Letting him do this? Giving yourself to him with such need? Jeongin wasn't gonna dwell on it any longer, instead, he let your hand take his and guide him back to your core.
"M-more," You whimpered. From all the teasing you've done to him for the past few months, it was a bit shocking to see you so pliant. Jeongin nodded against your lips, the kiss becoming a mess as you two persisted, "Like this, okay?"
You led Jeongin's hand to your clit, rubbing gently. Then moaned loudly, as if it was the best thing. Jeongin felt his mind being blown at the noises you made, it was so precious to him. He wondered why he'd never done this sooner; now he wasn't sure he could go without them anymore.
"N-now, like this—" You dropped Jeongin’s hand to your throbbing hole, dripping in sheer globs of desire onto the cushion beneath your ass, glistening in lust, "Two fingers... ah—" You showed Jeongin, letting his two gorgeous fingers breach your hole, slowly inching in. Jeongin choked at how you sucked him in, and at the way your head tilted back, those addicting moans you let out too.
Jeongin was on the verge of cumming in his own pants; shamefully yet he wasn't sure he could even stop if he did.
"Yes... ah, you're hands a-are so pretty—" You were a bit of a mess now, you showed him how to pump them into you and then he was off on his own, watching as you fell apart around him and your moans slipped out dangerously loud, "So— good!"
Jeongin couldn't fathom how beautiful you looked. Hair in the shape of a halo around your flushed face. Eyelashes fluttering and lips parted as a spot of drool came dribbling down; without a bit of hesitation, he came forward and kissed it away, dragging his tongue along the trail as well.
You moaned out at the warm feeling of his tongue, barely able to make out his dazed, enamored expression through the thickness of your lashes.
"Wan' taste you, baby, can I?" Jeongin suddenly asked, scissoring into your cunt as his palm slapped against your core. You truly wondered if he was lying about the whole virgin thing— with the way he was using his fingers it was like they were made for this shit.
You nodded at his words, "Please!"
Jeongin didn't need anymore confirmation to bend forward, hips rutting into the pillow below, his own moans vibrating against your clit. His lips wrapped around them, eyes fluttering shut as he made out with your pretty sex.
"G'na— ah, cum!" You shouted as his tongue flicked along your clit, making you see stars as his fingers carried out your orgasm. Hitting your gummy spot with little caution, lips around your cunt. You creamed around his fingers, yet Jeongin didn't stop filling you with his knobby digits.
You pried them away, lost beneath your lashes as you tried to breathe, searching for his gaze.
Jeongin looked at you expectantly like a puppy waiting for praise, lips curled into an almost prideful smile as you whispered into nothing.
"Fuck, Innie, felt s-so good," You brought his face up to yours, post-sex haze making you needy and soft, "Thank you, baby."
Jeongin groaned as your thigh rubbed against his cock, the pain suddenly reminding him he was left unattended. Your eyes fell to the prominent outline, the stain of precum on the fabric, making you suddenly want more.
"Jeongin, baby, put it in," You pleaded, grasping his biceps in your suddenly small hands, shaking figure as you begged, "Please. Wan' make you feel good, too."
Jeongin lost it, nodded through the dizziness at your words, "You're unreal— fuck, baby, gonna put it in, tell me if it hurts—"
You watched him mess with the button of his pants, a little confused as to why it would hurt. Then you met eyes with his cock, throbbing and red, dripping. But most importantly, massive. You audibly gasped with bewildered eyes. It had to be more than ten inches, and it looked painful to hold, hard with intricately drawn veins. You locked eyes with your boyfriend, shock evident on your gorgeous face.
"You're fucking huge, Innie," You almost moaned as the poor boy grew shy, opening your legs and aligning the tip with your ready hole, "M' gonna split in half."
Jeongin would've laughed but he was too immersed in the pleasure, sinking into your dripping cunt inch by inch until there was nowhere left to go. Despite having an inch or two still not submerged, he let his head fall back and moaned, loudly and super cutely.
"Don't say that— m-might cum already," Jeongin propped his arms beside your head, finding your lips and messily making out with you as he tried to not move. It was hard with you clenching and sucking him in. Your hands looping around his neck again, lips wet as saliva pooled down your chins in a puddle.
"S'full," You mumbled, losing track of how his lips collided with yours in needy sweeps. Jeongin moaned at your words, "Holy shit, baby, I gotta move. M' moving, pretty!"
Jeongin was apologetic but his hips moved, skin slapping on skin as his pace stayed relentless and quick, shallow yet letting you feel as much of his cock as you could. Every vein, every cursive line within his pretty fucking cock.
Jeongin bit your bottom lip, hands clenching into the couch material as he fucked into your harder. The lewd noises of your cunt swallowing his length was pornographic and beautiful to him; like music to his ears, a sound he never knew he needed.
"Ohh, Innie, fuck, it's s'big!"
Jeongin dropped his head into your shoulder, your hands going to his back to claw at the porcelain skin. Jeongin choked out a moan, biting your neck as he mumbled out a barely coherent, "M' gonna cum— can I? Inside? P-please?"
You were too overstimulated to say no, you moaned yes and with that Jeongin released into you, suddenly the feeling of being full making you overwhelmed. It felt like you were sinking into the couch, clawing to Jeongin to stay steady as his cum pooled inside of you.
"Shit, shit, m' sorry, pretty," Jeongin spoke after coming down from his high, pulling out and hissing at the feeling, "Are you okay?"
You opened your eyes with a dazed flutter, meeting his worried bronze ones as they scanned your messy red face, "I can't believe you had a dick that good and you've been keeping it from me!"
Jeongin blushed, dropping his head to your shoulder again with a nervous whimper, "You're something else..."
WARNINGS: degrading, praising, hair pulling, mention of touching in a public setting, use of names:(slut, brat, baby)
just the thought of lee know rough-fucking your throat in your shared bedroom after you decided to tease him in a public setting.
"You think that's cute, huh? Touching me under the table like that? Thought I would let it slide?"
You look up at him with teary eyes, your hands fidgeting as you stand in front of the bed, facing him.
"No sir.."
He pushes you onto the bed with the ease of one arm to your shoulder, you look up at him with a flushed face, only to see him unbuckling his belt, his slight smirk on his face growing wider.
"Open wide, slut."
You open your mouth obediently, closing your eyes tight as you prepare for the abuse on the back of your throat. He grabs a handful of your hair as he pushes into your mouth with a loud groan.
"Yeah, take it like a fucking brat."
You gag and choke on his chubby cock as he pushes your head onto his dick.
"You make such pretty noises baby.."
lmao i enjoyed writing this so much its rotting my brain
oops cliffhanger oops im pressing the post button whoopsies
we always talk abt calling minho mommy, but what abt him calling YOU mommy and not realising how much he actually likes it 🤭🤭 it doesn’t even have to be in a submissive nature, just one day you’re fucking, and he lets it slip, and then he’s like OH????
PLEEEASE this is so damn hot. i rly think minho’s a pretty go with the flow guy and will try most anything, so hell yeah he’d call you mommy.
him fuckin u sooo good one night that the comforter ends up on the floor and the fitted sheet pops off from one of the corners, and the way your tits jiggle with the force of his thrusts has his smirking down at you like he’s never seen anything better. “that’s good, mommy, hm? your pussy’s so messy…” i think minho’s very observant, so he’s immediately taking note of your reaction to that. whether that be your eyes fluttering closed or the way your cunt pulses around his cock, he’s definitely noticing. “yeah? mommy likes that? i think so...”
and the more he says it the more he can’t fucking stop. he’s dug his own grave with this one, it’s his own damn fault, but it’s too good to try and stop. he might try to make it out to be like he says it because you like it so much, but don’t be fooled. he likes is just as much, maybe even more. those traitorous little red ears of his give you all the answers you need.
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pov you choke channie in bed for the first time and he cums on the spot and gets so embarrassed and shy after
ohhh i love this. he just needed one last little push to cum and that did it for him! he thought it would be the clench of your cunt n the way it flutters so sweetly around him, but no, your pretty hand wrapped around his neck is what did him in. you might be slightly restricting his airflow, but he’d have stopped breathing anyways with how hard he fucking came. what the fuck…. he groans out a breathless “ohhhh, baby…” when he cums and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your life. and don’t you dare stop using his cock til you cum too.
he’s in his head the second you roll off of him though, chan’s for sure laying there thinking haha what the fuck was that about how quickly he came bc he always likes for his baby to cum first. despite how shy and embarrassed he is that it made him bust so quick, he definitely wants you to do it again soon.
pairing: minho x reader
genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, a touch of angst if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, unedited 🤷♀️
word count: 0.9k
listen to 🎧: what i'm leaving for - lady antebellum
note: yet another est. rel drabble because this is purely self-indulgent and i miss him very much lol
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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when you hear the key turn in the lock, you're up from the couch in a blink of an eye.
a pile of jittery nerves and longing, that's what you've been reduced to.
you will yourself to wait - the most patient you think you've been in a long time - until he hauls his suitcases past the threshold, until he takes off his coat and hangs it on the hook in the entryway, until he kicks off his shoes and places them neatly next to yours, until the keys are in the bowl, until he lets out a heavy but relieved sigh before shuffling further into your shared home.
you feel like you could cry the very second your eyes land on him. it's been months since you've been in the same room as him - exactly three and a half months, because you have been counting. counting down the days until he returns, until you're back in his embrace again.
not all of the lights are turned on, but there isn't a single part of you that cares about whether or not your living room is properly lit. you launch yourself at him with a force that sends him stumbling backward until his sweater-clad torso softly lands on the wall. minho gasps - a slightly alarmed oof! - but soon relaxes when he recognizes the familiar and comforting scent of your shampoo.
he greets you with a laugh, light and relieved, like a massive weight has been lifted off his shoulders.
"hi," you sniffle, feeling his arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly against his chest. god, it's not even dramatic to admit that you've been dreaming of this.
"hi," he says, voice muffled as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling your skin. "why are you still up? i told you not to wait up for me."
"it's only 1am."
"but i know you've had a long week."
"don't care."
it's true. you can't bring yourself to care about the hellish week you've had because all of those troubles seem to melt away in his presence. you wouldn't even care if his flight had landed at 5 in the morning, because you would have stayed up the whole night to wait for him anyway.
minho makes everything better for you.
"i'm all gross from the plane," he says, though he doesn't ease his hold on you at all.
"don't care."
"you missed me that much?" there's something playful in his tone as he asks you this, partly because he always wants to tease you for being down bad for him, partly because he can sense that you're about to turn into a crybaby.
you pull back just enough to look at his face, his striking features illuminated only by the dim lights. but even then, he's still stunning. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful...
you pout with teary eyes as your fingers trace his cheek, his jawline, his sharp nose that you love so much. "don't make fun of me," you say, though your voice comes out a bit wobbly. "you know i missed you so fucking much."
he chuckles fondly at your language, his big eyes glimmering like a north star, before he dips his head to finally kiss you. and it's fucking liberating, the first kiss that you've shared in months.
his lips move languidly against yours, like he's trying to savor the moment, trying to commit to memory the taste of you because these instances tend to hit him the hardest even if he doesn't always tell you that.
he absolutely hates it when he has to be away from you, but whenever he returns and gets to have you again, it always makes the love burst tenfold in him. absence makes the heart grow fonder - maybe there’s some truth in that.
he kisses you until you're both out of breath, until he has to reluctantly pull away so your lungs wouldn't burn out. "i missed you too," he mumbles, his lips brushing yours with every syllable he speaks. "missed you so much i thought i was going to die."
you laugh at the theatrics of his words, and then you cry, a single tear overflowing and rolling down your cheek, which minho quickly brushes away with his thumb. "a little dramatic," you comment.
"i was miserable. ask anyone."
you roll your eyes, feeling the slight burn behind them as you hold onto him, clutching his sweater to keep him close to you.
“you’re never allowed to leave me for that long ever again.”
with an amused eyebrow raised, minho says, “then how long am i allowed to leave you for?”
“five hours.”
“five hours? that’s not even a whole work day.”
you pretend to be in thought, then pretend to compromise. “okay, fine. eight hours.”
his eyes crinkle with mirth as he looks at you, so incredibly endeared by the adorable pout on your lips and the glassy look in your eyes, by you pawing at his chest like you never want him to leave.
he doesn’t want to leave either. he just wants to stay by your side forever.
“god, i missed you so much,” minho breathes out, then leans down to rest his forehead against yours, nudging your nose with his along the way. “i’m sorry i was away for so long.”
“you’re here now. that’s all that matters.”
he kisses you again, even softer and slower this time. he adores you so much that it feels like his heart is about to give out.
pairing: minho x reader(gn)
genre: smut, NSFW
warnings: sub!minho, gn!reader, established relationship, neck marks, in public, cumming in pants
a/n: this whole drabble is inspired by the third pic btw
“please, baby- not right now-“ minho bites his lower lip, trying to hide a whimper. his head throws back against the seat, heaving as sweat drips down his temple.
a cute little movie date turned into you palming your boyfriend through his jeans. it’s the middle of the movie, the lights are off, and you are sitting in the last row. luckily, hall is half empty - only some loud friend group is sitting in the front row and has been talking over the movie whole time. that is how you quickly got bored and annoyed and found yourself a better activity.
at first you started caressing his thighs, knowing how sensitive they are. just a couple of minutes later, you noticed a change in minho’s breathing pattern and smiled cheekily. you knew he had a hard-on - it was obvious by the way he started biting his bottom lip and fidgeting in the seat. but when you finally decided to do something about it, he denied your allegations about his hard-on, while his cock was already pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.
as of now, minho has been just one stroke of your wrist away from reaching his high for a while. his body is tensed, slumped against the seat, and twitching occasionally.
"please…" he begs, unsure of what exactly - for you to stop or continue. his eyes are lidded and watery, lips are parted, he is breathing heavily.
you take another glance at his groin. the outline of his cock is showing perfectly through his jeans. it’s so hard and big, it makes your mouth watery. you only imagine how flushed red and dripping his dick is right now.
“fine.” you say, removing your hand, trying to hide your smug face, because you know what’s coming.
as soon as your palm leaves minho’s crotch, his hands fly back to grab your wrists. you raise your eyebrows, intrigued by the action. he doesn't say anything, aware of your gaze, but choosing to ignore it as he guides your hands back to his cock.
you chuckle at him, letting him do what he wants for a moment. he bucks his hips up, eyes slightly rolling back from the feeling. cute blush appears on his cheeks because he knows that you have won this silent battle of teasing him.
“i thought you wanted me to stop, baby.” you lean in and whisper in his ear to tease him a little more.
minho doesn't say anything because he's just moments from cumming. in fact, he doesn't even make eyecontact with you, trying to pretend you are not next to him.
knowing that you can make him so needy and horny just by touching his thighs for some time greatly boosts your ego.
he keeps fucking into your palm, no longer caring that you are still in the cinema. you lean in closer to his neck and start sucking and biting on the skin. his dick twitches at the attention, and he pants louder.
“shhh, baby, you don’t want anyone to hear you, right?” you hum into his neck.
your soft hand keeps grinding on his cock, meeting his thrusts, watching the way his whole body jerks and the breathy gasps he lets out. he starts to be so loud, that you have to kiss him to muffle the sounds leaving his pretty lips. the kiss is messy and desperate. he responds eagerly, sucking on your tongue.
“baby, please, at least jerk me off-“ he breaks the kiss. his voice sounds so craving, while he is looking at you with puppy eyes.
you give him a scolding look. you can’t deny, the idea of public sex is hot. but you don’t want to get arrested for nudity, nor traumatize people in the front, if they somehow notice.
“i can’t and you know it, minho.” you leave a peck on his lips. “just cum in your pants.”
“w-what?” minho is lost of words, looking at you dumbly with his pretty eyes widened. “how am i gonna leave like that? my cum is gonna be all over there, it’s gonna be so sticky and-“
“do you want to cum or no?” you cut him off by returning the movements with your palm.
minho exhales loudly. unable to resist your words and desperate for a release, he silently agrees and lets you toy with him again.
his whole body withers under you, jerking sporadically as you start marking his neck again. minho is so pretty like this and you can’t stop looking at him with a fond smile. he notices you staring at him and blushes again, the tips of his ears turning crimson. but even then you admire him. everything about him is just so pretty. you start pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, while playing with the pace - slowing down or speeding up the movement of your hand.
minho is desperate, and with each thrust of his hips into the palm, a coo leaves your mouth.
"c’mon, baby, cum for me. i know you want it." you purr into his ear.
suddenly his eyes widen, and his back arches slightly. his fingers dig into the seat as he tries to process the intense sensation. his eyes roll back and his mouth stays open while he lets out quick, short breaths.
"oh fuck. f-fuck! i'm cumming, i’m cumming, aah-" a high-pitched moan escapes his lips, making you panic and shut him up with a kiss again, muffing the sound. he keeps moaning into your mouth as cum shoots into his own pants, creating a mess. the way his whole body trembles under the force of the orgasm is so beautiful.
it for sure was an intense one, because he keeps breathing heavily for some time after cumming.
"'m done." minho whispers against your lips, hand reaching over your to gently pull it away.
now he is even more shy, looking around, trying to make sure no one heard him moaning like a bitch moments ago. he readjusts in his seat and that’s when you notice it.
there is a big sticky stain all over his crotch. it’s huge and so visible, compared to light-colored fabric. you didn’t know that his jeans get wet so well.
“babe-“ you eyes widen as you draw his attention to a new problem.
“oh fuck!” he exclaims. “i told you it’s would be like this! ugh!”
minho is more embarrassed than angry at you, and you know it. the way his hands immediately go to his crotch to cover it makes you giggle.
“how does it feel? to feel your own cum in your underwear?” you whisper again.
minho turns his face to you quickly, eyes darkening at your question.
“it’s… so hot-“ he blurts out. “i think i am getting hard again, just at the feeling of my own cum there…”
now it’s your turn to be lost of words. when you asked that question, you were just hoping to tease him and receive another embarrassed blush. but the way he responded, so boldly and desperately, made you swallow, feeling yourself getting aroused as well.
“so… round two then?”
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𝐜𝐰: nudity, masturbation (both female and male), dirty talk, intense eye fucking, a lot of bickering (they're a playful couple), eventual p in v at the end
“C’mon Y/n, quit messing around,” Minho shakes his head, still chuckling at the absurdness of what you just said, “tell me what you really want,” he says, confidently placing his hands on his waist, “it’s christmas, and I’m feeling generous, don’t make me regret it.”
“I am telling you what I really want though,” you respond, getting up on your feet to reach his eye level, “what makes you think that I’m messing around?”
What makes him think that you’re messing around? Seriously? Did you actually just ask him that?
Okay, uhm, lets see, maybe the fact that you literally just asked to watch him jerk off while wearing nothing but a Noel hat for your christmas gift, how about that?
“Please tell me that’s a rhetorical question because I think the answer is quite obvious Y/n.” he mumbles under his breath, fluttering his eyes at you tiredly. It’s been only ten seconds but he already regrets having asked you about your desired christmas gift for this year, I’m an idiot, he thinks to himself, I should’ve just gotten her a cute Swarovski necklace or something.
Because he knew, he so knew that you were going to be weird about this before even asking you, but for once, he wanted to give you a chance to prove him wrong about something.
And you failed, gosh, he hates knowing you so well sometimes.
“That’s not a rhetorical question,” you sigh, sulking as you cross your arms over your chest, “you were the one who asked to know about what I wanted, so I told you, what’s the problem with that?”
Great, now you’re upset, isn’t tonight being such a fun night?
“Nothing,” he steps up, and takes in a deep breath as he does, “nothing is wrong with that baby,” he softly whispers, cupping your cheeks, “but I meant gifts as in normal ones, like buyable stuff, yeah?”
“You didn’t say that in the beginning.”
“I know and I-”
“But mine is already a buyable gift, like you said.”
He freezes in disbelief, you just cannot be for real right now, “Care to explain me how, please?”
“The Noel hat—”
“Oh come on!”
Not the noel hats, he thinks, because that’s just unfair. He bought them for you without thinking that you could use them against him like this, gosh, how can he be so naive?
You smirk, savoring the rare joy of having your boyfriend so desperately cornered. The poor thing looks so done with you but what can you say, it’s such a rare sight to witness, you just gotta make every second worth.
“We didn’t have any, so I asked you to buy a pair for us the other day, remember?”
He nods, “I do, and I did buy them for you, like a fucking fool.”
You giggle, he’s so dramatic, and cute, and sexy — sorry if that sounded out of nowhere but you’re literally dating Minho, the guy is always sexy.
“You did, because you’re a great boyfriend,” you coo, bringing one of the said hats to him, “and since you’ve already bought me my gift, you can put it on and take the rest of your clothes off, because I wanna receive my christmas gift right now.”
“Oh—”
“Yeah.”
Cool, coolcoolcoolcool, so you want him to get naked and freaky right now — that’s alright, that’s fine, that’s okay, he’s definitely not starting to panic, not at all. He’s not even sure if he’s shaved enough for this but that’s no biggie, right?
Who is he kidding, this is a disaster.
“Y/n wait,” he awkwardly chuckles, trying to steal the damned hat from your grip, “maybe we should—”
“Take. Your. Clothes. Off. Minho.” you cut him off sternly, oh he’s absolutely adorable trying to calm you down but too bad, your ovaries do not care — you need dick, his dick, and you need it now, “Do not make me repeat myself.”
“Fine — fuck,” that’s it, he gives up, trying to talk you out of this will clearly not work, so he has another idea — taking you down with himself, “I’ll do it, but under one condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“You will do it too, you will join me.”
Alright that’s unexpected, but you’re intrigued to hear more.
“Why would I agree to do that when I already have the upper hand right now?”
Good point, he thinks, except he has a better one.
“Because if you do, we can bet on who can last the longest,” he says, confidently tilting his head, smiling almost as if he’s challenging you into taking him down, “the loser can give head to the winner until they finish, what do you say, sounds good?”
“Sounds nasty, deal.”
And with that, your competition begins.
The clothes you take off end up forming a pile on the floor within minutes as you sit across each other, both very naked, and wearing nothing but a pair of matching noel hats — aren’t you two just so cute?
To tease him a little, you slouch down on the couch and spread your legs, letting him get a good view of your pussy that he loves oh so much. He instinctively licks his lips as he watches you bringing two fingers to slowly rub your clit, and the closer you get to your hole, the deeper his chest heaves — gosh, he wants to touch you so bad.
“Like what you see?” you ask, and he smiles,
“Can't you tell by my face?” he responds, looking down, “Or my dick?”
Oh yeah, he’s got a point, a very big point.
“Well, don’t just stand there then,” you sigh — rather erotically at that, as you finally slide the mentioned fingers into your cunt, doing it without removing your eyes from his for one second, “amuse me, there’s a bet, remember?”
Right, the bet.
He was so busy drooling over your cute cunt that he almost forgot about it for a second — but don’t worry, if amused is what you wish to be, he will not disappoint you.
Which is why he makes sure that your gaze doesn’t switch from him as he spits right onto the head of his hardened cock, then smears it all over his thick shaft entirely, doing it without any haste.
He knows you love it when he does that.
Then, he too slouches on where he sits, following your lead, and leaves his muscular legs agape — enough for you to fit in between, you know, just in case that you make a quick quit and decide to just suck him off.
“Is this amusing enough for you?” he sardonically quips, stroking his dick in a pace that he for sure knows isn’t enough to satisfy you.
“Could be,” you hum, “if you stopped being a coward and went a little faster.”
And here it is, just the reaction he expected coming from you, except now it’s his turn to make some demands.
“Add another finger in your pussy for me, then I’ll consider.”
“Done.”
You didn’t even make him say it twice, nice, he thinks, this is gonna be an exhilarating night.
Because how can it not be when the sight before his eyes gives him all the motivation that he needs to make it one — you, drenched in sweat, moaning as you play with yourself for him.
Yes, he knows that you’re technically doing it all for the bet but gosh, you’re being so good to him, you’re taking his breath away — Santa really should reward you this christmas.
“Now it’s your turn,” you whisper right then, breaking his thoughts with your whiny voice — he literally does not want you to stop talking at this point, “fasten up, baby boy.”
Baby boy, huh?
It’s so . . . cute . . . you’re so cute.
As he chuckles at the nick you call him by, he follows your words and speeds up, letting your eyes have a feast whilst he fists his dick rather frustratedly. But safe to say, it doesn’t take him long before he notices that he’s physically incapable of tolerating your demand — he’s just too sensitive, too aroused and a little too motivated to … uhm, fuck you already.
Alright, fine, he admits — jerking off naked with only a noel hat on was not as bad of an idea as he thought it was, okay?
Because it works — it works a little too well actually, his shaky hands and sloppy pace is the biggest proof of that. He really is struggling hard right now, and of course, it doesn’t go unnoticed but you, as it never does.
“No slacking off!”
And you call him out, perfect, this is just amazing.
“Huh?”
He’s just gonna play dumb, that’s the safest option.
“No slacking off, I said,” you repeat yourself, pointing with your chin at how he’s barely even rubbing his tip, “you can’t just pace down cause you’re close, that’s cheating.”
Okay, you know what? He’s done.
He’s not gonna compete with you over something that he has zero chances of winning, not when you look that good sitting only a few meters away from him.
His dick is twitching to be inside you, throbbing in his palms — almost begging to be milked dry by your tight, warm walls.
That’s it, he gives up, he needs your pussy — he needs it fast.
“Then congrats babe,” he says, getting up and walking towards you, “you just won the bet.”
You what?
And how?
You’re so unbelievably confused right now.
“I what?” you ask, watching him close the gap with each step that he takes until he stops, and stands right before you, “Minho what are you doing?”
“Losing the stupid bet,” he answers as he reaches for your waist, “and updating the punishment that we decided for the loser.” he adds, easily lifting you up after wrapping his arms all around you tightly — god, it’s like your weight means nothing to him, he’s so strong.
“But that’s not—”
“The loser, I, will fuck the winner, you, for as long as you want,” he cuts your words as he aligns the tip of his throbbing cock against your entrance, and smacks it in between your folds.
Which works like a miracle at silencing you — that can only mean one thing, he thinks to himself, you’re interested to hear more.
“I’ll also let you decide the pace,” so he continues, raising his brows in waiting for your approval to bury himself inside your sweet paradise, “any objections?”
“No,” you reply, encircling your legs over his hips as he fills you up to your stomach — it feels so good, you’d be stupid if you were to object to this.
So “none at all,” you mewl dreamily, “this the best christmas gift ever.”
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Hear me out! Bang chan with a size kink. This has been a thought in my mind for ever now lol
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oh god that is so yum! pretty channie def has a size kink!!
people always assume he is the dom of doms, big cock and powerful stamina (and that's true) but it's the useless biggest thing because he doesn't even use it ONCE.
the more you compliment his huge cock, the more he wants to be pounded with a bigger strap. every time you look at him and describe it, telling how red and veiny and delicious it looks, he just cries and begs you to fuck him with the biggest dildo you own.
i can also see him wanting minimum/zero prep because he loves the stretch so much. he throbs violently whenever you make him stay on top of you and fuck himself on your strap, making him count the inches as he takes it so well as the good boy he is.
"another one baby? ow, are you so hungry for it angel?"
and he sinks until he is sitting with his pretty butt on your hips, face all flushed with pleasure, asking for more ♡
hi! this is my first ever post on here,, hehe. constructive criticism is welcomed, hate is not.
cw: sick reader, petnames, slight cursing, slightly suggestive (??), angstyish oops, mostly fluff! just minho being the cutest bf :3
another hacking cough forces itself from your throat, leaving behind a painful sting and the inability to swallow. a frustrated groan emits you, followed by disgruntled sniffle. you hate being sick.
sore throats, gross coughs, painful headaches, and a stuffed nose were all a recipe for disaster — especially today. you and minho had planned out the perfect date; a picnic, stroll in the park, and finally a movie. you had looked forward to it all week, barely getting through. only the promise of seeing your boyfriend kept you going.
you turn over on your side, the gentle movement sending another round of pain signals ringing in your head. tears sprung to the corners of your swollen eyes. you were devastated at having to miss your date. blearily, you swung a hand over to the bedside table, blindly searching for your phone.
once found, you swiped over to minho’s contact. pressing the call button, you slumped back onto your pillow defeatedly.
“jagi?” came the sweet voice of your boyfriend. “what’s up?”
an exhausted whimper answers him. “min.. min i’m sorry” is all you can utter.
his voice instantly is filled with concern. “what’s my love sorry for, hm? is everything okay?”
“no, m’sorry min.. i feel so bad. my head hurts, and i puked earlier, and it —“ another pained sound exits you. “— it hurts.”
something shuffles over the phone, and your boyfriend is quick to reply. “oh, my poor jagi. i’m on my way, don’t worry.”
you furrow your brows. “wh-what? no no you don’t have to do that, min!”
“see you in five.”
your eyes rolled as your boyfriend hung up on you a abruptly (like he always does — and it never fails to surprise you). coughing again, you accept that there’s nothing you can do to stop him from coming over. you scan your messy room and groan. you’re sick! you don’t want him to see you like this!
you swing your legs over to the side of your bed, only pausing when a sneeze erupts from your pinkened nose. you settle your socked feet on the floor and attempt to rise to your feet.
you sway, blinking harshly as to try to clear the black spots plaguing your vision. maybe getting uo wasn’t the best idea..? oh well.
slowly, you begin to shuffle around your room, picking up discarded clothes and trying to round up any embarrassing wrappers or trash. you’re halfway through folding another t-shirt when you’re body flashes hot, then cold. the pounding in your head increases tenfold and you drop the shirt in favor of clutching your temples. spots engulf your sight and you sink to your knees, not even attempting to make it to the bed.
you’re sweating. but the ceiling fan above only makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your arms. everything is too bright, and you squint from a combination of a headache and the glaring overhead light that suddenly feels like a thousand suns beating down on you.
another whimper crawls out of your dry throat. the only thing your fever-weakened mind can think is minho. where is minho? you need him, it hurts it hurts everything hurts —
“jagi?! oh my god, are you okay?” thunderous footsteps make their way to you and you wince at the sudden exclamation.
cold, cool hands press themselves to your trembling body and you sigh in relief. they stroke through your hair, carding through gently. you open one eye to see who they belong to, but clamp it shut immediately, the bright light making your eyelids pulse.
you hear shuffling from the side, and one of the hands leave you. you suppress a whine, but something in your expression must be alarming because the voice coos. “oh, baby, i’m just turning off the light, okay?”
no, it’s not okay. not when those hands are the only thing grounding you, keeping you from melting. however, as promised, the offending light gets shut off, and you hum in appreciation.
the nice hands quickly return to their rightful place in your hair, and you bravely attempt to open your swollen eyes again.
your boyfriend looks down at you gently. “my poor girl. let’s get you back into bed, hm?”
you nod pathetically, letting him lift you up and place you softly on your mattress. you murmur a quiet thanks and he kisses your sweaty forehead in response. he sits on the side of the bed next to you, placing his hand on your leg and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.
“have you eaten at all yet?” he inquires.
you shake your head, “no, not yet. i don’t think i could eat a thing without puking it back up, to be honest.”
minho hums at that, scanning your face. he reaches out and places a small hand on your forehead, feeling out your temperature. he frowns.
“i think we need to check for a fever, honey. you’re very warm.”
he moves to go stand and you pout. “don’t leave, please.”
“i’m just going to grab the thermometer and a glass of water, i’ll be right back, okay?”
“be fast!” you plead.
he cards a hand through your hair. “i’ll be so fast, jagiya.”
it feels like an eternity as minho tries to locate the thermometer from outside your bedroom. you shiver again, pulling the closest fuzzy blanket over you and burrowing into it.
and that’s how he finds you when he returns — a sweaty, sick burrito. you watch as he smiles down at you fondly, pulling back the blanket a little to take a look at you.
“think you can sit up for me? need help?” he asks.
“need help, please,” you respond nasally.
minho aids in positioning you up so you’re leaning against your pillow. he holds out the found thermometer and motions for you to open your mouth.
you oblige and he places the thermometer under your tongue. after a few moments, he pulls it out and looks down on it with a displeased expression — like it personally offended him.
“100.” he states, his brow crinkling. “yeah, you’re not leaving this bed.”
you sigh and slump farther into your blanket. “i’d rather hear that in a different situation.”
minho blinks slowly, fondly. “i’ll ignore that, just because you’re sick.”
you stick out your tongue as he rises from the bed to put away the thermometer. he looks down at you, unimpressed, but with a twinkle of amusement in his catlike eyes. “brat.”
“i’m sick!” you whine, “be nice.”
“i am being nice. so nice, in fact, that i’ll ignore this little attitude —“ he reaches down and pokes your forehead, “— because i know that you feel like shit.”
you roll your eyes when he’s turned and putting the thermometer in some drawer, but deep down you’re very grateful he came over to take care of you. for all his teasing, he really does treasure you. you still feel bad for canceling the date.
in some feverish, dramatic mood change, tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes. they’re hot and uncomfortable, and you sniffle. not only did you cancel the date, you’re acting like a brat instead of thanking minho for looking after you.
“m’sorry,” you croak from your cocoon of blankets.
minho turns around sharply and scans your face quickly. he strides over to the bed and sits beside you. “what?”
“m’sorry!” tears begin to trickle down your face, sticky and unwanted. you reach up to swipe them away.
minho’s hand reaches out, grabbing onto your arm and lightly tugging you into his chest. “silly girl. what are you sorry for?”
“f’making you come over and take care of me and being a brat and not saying thank you!” you rush out, slurring some words.
a chuckle shakes minho’s chest. “oh wow, you’re really out of it, huh?”
“i’m sorry!”
“hey, hey,” his joking manner disappears when a fresh wave of tears erupts from your eyes. “you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re sick. you have a fever, baby. you aren’t being a brat, i’m sorry i called you that when you weren’t feeling well.”
you peek up at him. “you mean it?”
minho doesn’t respond, just pulls you tighter into his chest and kisses the top of your hair. his cool hand rubs at your back soothingly under your shirt. he gently lays back onto your bed, cradling you to his chest.
“try to sleep some of this off. take a nap,” he orders you lightly. “i’ll be right here.”
at his words, you snuggle into him. he reaches to the side and pulls a blanket over the two of you. just before sleep takes it’s hold over you, you look up at him, catching his eye.
“thanks for being here, min. i love you,” you murmur, your eyelids getting heavier and heavier as you begin to succumb to sleep.
the last thing you hear before sinking into feverish dreams is, “anytime, baby. i love you more.”
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