“Mommy…”Minhowhined, an obviously exaggerated pout adorning his lips as he pushed your phone out of your face, replacing it with himself, straddling you
“Yes?” You looked to him, raising a brow
“I’ve been really good lately, you know,” He said, meeting your gaze with wide eyes
You snorted condescendingly before putting your phone on the bedside table and looking back to your boyfriend, who looked like he was- or was at least trying to be- serious.
“Baby,” You chuckled “What kind of ‘good boy’ so shamelessly asks for a reward?”
“I didn’t ask for a reward,” He shrugged
“Well it’s obvious you want something. What is it?”
“Choke me,” He said, eyes darkening and a smirk finding it’s way onto his face
You blinked, before leaning to the side and grabbing your phone again. Minho whined, and took the phone from your grasp, placing it behind him. You sighed, rolling your eyes shortly as Minho fussed on top of you.
You met eyes with you boyfriend once again.
“Beg me,”
Minho huffed, but nonetheless, he opened his mouth.
“Please choke me mommy,” He said, voice child-like, but that didn’t stop him from begging with the most sinful things that first popped into his mind “Want your hands wrapped around my dumb little throat so bad- want you to choke me like the fucking slut I am, mommy,”
“Jesus christ you’re such a desperate whore,” You muttered, and without saying another word, lifted your arms up to wrap them around Minho’s throat, immediately pressing your two thumbs into the front of his neck, quite hard as well, giving the boy no time to brace himself. Minho gasped, letting out a soft, choked moan.
“At least this shuts you up,” You smirked
“M-more-” Minho said meekly
Your smile dropped, and you let go of him. Minho’s eyes widened and he immediately went to grab your wrists.
“Please-!”
“I was already going hard enough,” You said, placing your hands on his thighs and pulling him closer to you- Minho knew you were scolding him, and your tone was harsh, but the glint in your eyes suggested that in the moment, he worried you “Maybe if you had more concern for your own wellbeing when I’m doing things like that to you-”
“I’m sorry,” Minho said, hands pawing at your shoulders “Please- I- I know my boundaries- please keep going mommy I promise I’ll tell you if I really can’t breathe,”
You regarded him for a moment
“Lie down,” You said, and he immediately got off of you, going to lay flat on his back
You climbed in top of the boy, hands once again, going to his neck and wrapping around it, but this time, you started off lightly.
“You’re such a trouble-maker,” You growled
“Mm- yeah- hah-” Minho started “but it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes, beginning to press harder.
“Guess not even choking can make that dumb mouth of yours stop,” You muttered, making sure Minho kept eye contact with you as you spoke “Maybe next time we should try a gag,”
“Fuck!”Minhoyelled frustratedly, and he jerked his body, but his arms stayed obediently on the bed “Just put it in me already!”
You chuckled shortly, continuing to prod the ejaculating strap you were wearing against Minho’s hole, occasionally putting just the tip in before quickly taking it back out.
“Horny bitch,”
Minho stopped fussing a moment to glare at you, and you smiled back to him before, all at once, you thrusted your hips forward, ramming the entire dildo into Minho. The boy made a high-pitched, very loud moan, his eyes rolling back at the unexpected action.
“That what you wanted?” You cocked your head
He stayed silent with his chest heaving up and down for a moment, not answering, before he opened his mouth to speak, but as soon as he did, you began to move, and Minho cut himself off with a small whine.
“Fuck…off…” He managed to get out between his heavy breaths
“Better watch your language, kitty,” You muttered “Or mommy won’t cum inside your slutty little hole,”
“No-” He started immediately, but quickly shut his mouth
You chuckled, and leaned over him, placing a hand on his cock, and slowly beginning to pump him, slowing your thrusts in time with your hand.
“Don’t you want me to?” You continued, and Minho stayed silent “I’m not gonna give it to you unless you beg, kitty,”
Minho hesitated for a moment, his lips trembling with whimpers.
“Please,” He finally spoke “I’m sorry mommy. Please fill me up with your cum- I- ah- I need it so bad-”
“That’s better,” You smiled, and immediately sped up
Minho tried to keep his mouth shut for the first couple seconds, but quickly gave up, and allowed his jaw to go slack as you fucked him
It wasn’t long before the boy beneath you began whining more, and his movement became increasingly sporadic and desperate. You licked your lips.
“You gonna cum, kitty?”
“Please- please yes- please let me I- ahh-” He moaned, letting his tongue hang out
“Would you rather me cum in you, or have yourself cum?” You questioned, smile only widening as you saw panic flash across Minho’s face
“P-please- cum in me-” He managed
Breathing out a small laugh, but sadistic nonetheless, you complied- cumming inside the boy with the strap. Minho’s eyes rolled back as he felt the liquid filling him up, and you saw his cock twitch, but you took out the dildo before he could cum, causing a loud whine, and Minho began to buck his hips upwards.
You leaned back, hushing him, eyes focused between his legs, watching intently and with a wide smirk as the fake cum dripped out of his hole. Minho immediately noticed your eyes fixed on him, and he scowled before going to close his legs, and positioning himself on the bed so you couldn’t see.
“Kitty,” You chuckled, looking to him and putting a hand on either of his legs- as strong as you liked to think of yourself, your arms weren’t a match for your boyfriend’s thighs “Open them,”
“Are you gonna let me cum?”
“After you just did that?” You raised a brow “No.”
“Wait- mommy-” He started, eyes widening as you began to get up- he could tell you were serious “Mommy please,”
You regarded him for a moment.
“Spread your legs, kitty,”
Minho immediately complied, looking to you with desperate eyes.
“Good boy,” You breathed, sitting back down on the bed properly
Minho has always been the dominant one in your relationship: from influencing what you did and didn’t wear in a day down to always being in charge in the bedroom. you loved it, of course- you wouldn’t be letting it happen otherwise- but sometimes you crave a change. sometimes, you can’t help but think about having him under you, letting himself be led by you for once… even the idea of him listening to you for once thrilled you. why not try?
today was your chance. you snuck out in the time he was at work to buy bondage rope and now all that was left was waiting. you had been checking your phone constantly throughout the day desperate for the text to tell you he was coming home. all your chores, your work, even some of his chores had been done, you were literally just pacing the length of your home towards the end of the day until- finally- he messaged at about 11pm to tell you he was coming home. you readied yourself by the door dressed in his favourite outfit on you, the strand of rope dangling from your hands. the plan was simple: begin to kiss him, wrap your arms around his waist, and tie his wrists together when he was distracted. as soon as he entered the door you began to enact your plan: “aw, babygirl/boy, you got yourself ready for me. how did you know i would ask?” the smooth, cocky voice he always used when he dominated you reverberated in your bones but you didn’t let your intentions slip.
you began to kiss him just how he liked- slow but heated, sensual, tongue fighting with his. for a moment, you forgot what you were even planning. but, as his focus slipped from reality to you you took your chance, grabbed hold of his hands, wrapped the rope around his wrist, and quickly tied it to the other. he tried to pull against it and move away from you, clearly frustrated with the turn of events, but your grip on the rope kept it in place. you cheekily bit his lip before pulling away from him and finally letting him move, “what do you think you’re doing? who do you think you are?” he exclaimed (to your joy), “once I break out of this rope you’re fucked!” you don’t think you’d ever seen him so furious before- his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his frown deep-set, you don’t think he’s ever looked at you like that. you brushed it to the side, though, instead choosing to argue that, “it’s my turn to be in charge. you can listen to me for a change?”
he looked like he was going to consider it for a second before he responded- with a smile you should’ve known was suspicious, “of course, baby, just for a bit.” he stilled his struggling and followed you to your shared bedroom. you really should’ve known it was too easy. you should’ve thought more. as you moved your hand to his shoulder, still walking behind him, you should;ve known he’d take the chance to get out of it. that was the chance he was looking for; your knot on his right hand was too lose and he undid it easily. before you could blink he turned, grabbed the hand that was holding him, put it behind your back, and pinned you to the wall, “you little shit. you think you can undermine me like this? trick me like this? how dare you. you’re in for a long night, you stupid little slut.”
“chan?”, you croaked out while poking his puffy cheek.
“yes, babygirl.”
“are you asleep?”, you whispered to him.
“i mean it’s 2am, what do you think?.”, he laughed tiredly as you hit his chest playfully.
“what’s wrong, you okay?”, his eyes were locked with yours before he gently wipes a few hair strands out of your face.
“i can’t sleep.”, you then admit, caressing his cheek.
“is it the stress?”, he asked and you only nodded.
but then he pulled you more into his chest to give you a big hug. “that’s okay my babygirl, you work a lot, it’s fine yeah?”
“yeah, it’s okay.”, you mumbled against his neck. “thank you.”, you continued and kissed the spot softly.
“how about we watch a movie? i guess we could fall asleep from it.”, chan suggests and you immediately agreed.
“i love you.”, were the words you told him before you pushed your lips against his in a loving kiss.
woojin
“good morning.”, you rumbled as you entered the bathroom where woojin was changing.
“wanna hug.”, you then mumbled before hugging his torso.
“you look tired. go back to bed and rest a bit babe.”, woojin said before ruffling your hair and pecking your head.
“but i wanna spend some time with you before you leave.”, you whined and hugged him even closer to your freezing body.
“you’re cute, but you do so much, i want you to rest.”, woojin replied while cupping your puffy morning cheeks.
“i want cuddles.”, you whispered out of the blue and he could only smile at your tired and exhausted state.
“then let me get ready real quick and then we’ll cuddle before i go, okay?” you nodded.
you huddled back to bed and tangled into the sheets, but right before you realized, you were back asleep.
whenwoojin got out of the bathroom, he chuckled, of course you fell asleep. you were so stressed these days and all he wanted was you to rest and sleep enough.
he made his way towards your peaceful sleeping body and sat beside you while stroking your hair lightly. he admired you for a bit, but then noticed he was going to be late for today’s practice.
“good night, my angel.”
minho
“you comfortable?”, minho asked while adjusting himself.
“yeah, more than that.”, you quietly said, looking up at him lovingly.
“i missed you.”, you told him.
“i missed you too, so so much.”, minho admit, coming closer to your face by each second passing by, and before you knew it, he was kissing you passionately. he pulled away and you rested your head onto his chest.
“are you okay?”, he then asked, noticing your rather stressful sigh.
“it’s just getting too much right now, you know work and stuff. i want to be able to see you more often.”, you pouted.
“that would be great, but soon it’s christmas. i promise to spend a lot of time with you, my babygirl.”
“that means you would stay for the nights?”, you smiled at him.
“if you want me to, then i will.”, he giggled.
“i love you.”
“i love you more, y/n.
changbin
both of you were quiet as you relaxed to the sound of sizzling fire and cracking wood. it was really late at night but you and changbin decided to enjoy the dim and warm atmosphere.
"you tired?”, changbinasked.
“yeah, a little bit, but i like this.”, you giggled at yourself. “what about you?”
“i like this as well, but i’m really tired.”, he yawned.
“that’s okay.”, you smiled, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “do you wanna sleep here or in bed?”, you continued.
“here, it’s comfortable.”, he took a deep breath, smelling your sweet scent.
“i’ll get a blanket and a big pillow.”, you stood up from the couch, kissed his cheek and left the living room. meanwhile, changbin was readjusting the couch, making it from a couch to a small bed.
you came back and handed him the bed sheets and pillows. you turned out all the lights in your apartment before joining him to sleep.
“good night my baby.”, changbinwhispered.
he was back hugging you, all cuddled up into your neck while caressing your hand gently. and eventually both of you fell asleep.
you started to freeze after the fresh night breeze hit your skin. you just finished looking through the stack of paperwork at your office, so you decided to call it a day and go home, by bus.
it was the only way. if you started to walk home, you’d be there by tomorrow morning, so it made sense to just take the latest bus of the day.
when you arrived at the stop, no one was there. it’s understandable, who the hell would be waiting for the bus right now and right here, especially since there is nothing special in this district. most of your colleagues had driven home already and you were the only one who took the bus.
you waited, and waited. the bus is going to delay, and it wasn’t the first time that you needed to wait a whole twenty minutes for it to arrive.
plus, it was already cold and you have your working clothes on which aren’t the most warming ones.
/
you sighed heavily as you noticed a stranger approaching you. he was wearing a thick jacket and a wool hat. and he was holding something.
he was holding a bag of hot mini cakes. they still steamed really strong, means that they just came out of the oven and you could swear that you felt the warmth of those biscuits.
the boy sat down, just a few inches away from you. the scent of fresh baked cakes aroused your nostrils and your mouth immediately started to water. you were definitely hungry.
the boy was about your age, maybe a few years older, but not a lot. he had brown, silky hair and he was happily munching on his food. your mouth drooled by now over those cakes, you really wanted one.
it was getting too late, and you trembled badly. your cheeks were flushed red due the cold air and you clutched at your jacket which hung around your shoulders. damn, when will this stupid bus arrive.
/
“uhm, hello, miss.”, you heard a soft voice. it was the boy.
“yeah?”, you said back, sending him a weak yet polite smile.
“you’re trembling really bad. are you cold?”, he worriedly spoke.
“yes.”, you stuttered.
“do you want my jacket?”, he then added and you blushed even more. never did someone ask you a question like this one, and the fact that the boy next to you was a stranger, made it even more weird.
“but you don’t know me.”, you replied.
“but you’re cold. i can’t just sit here and watch you freezing your butt off.”, he started to unzip his jacket, and it revealed a big hoodie. no wonder why he wasn’t freezing at all.
“here take this.”, he threw his plush winter jacket over your shoulders and neck area. you leaned into the warmth.
“better right?”, he smiled and you nodded. by then he was right next to you to make sure you were okay.
/
“do you want one?”, he then asked and held out the bag of hot mini cakes. you gladly nodded and took one out of the white paper cone. your face lit up at the delicious taste.
“they’re really good!”, you chewed with a huge grin on your face.
“you must be hungry, here take another one.”, he said and you stuffed the second cake into your mouth.
“what’s your name?”, you mumbled while eating.
“minho, and yours?”
“y/n.”, you told him and laughed, trying to finish your second piece of cake. minho just softly smiled.
you were adorable.
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this blog’s basically just me posting the stuff i already posted on instagram because i’m stupid lol. i hope you still like it and haven’t read it before:(
weeks, probably months passed since you last talked or saw minho. your boyfriend.
he constantly excused himself last minute and cancelled several dates. you didn’t know why he acted that way, but it just happened.
it made you feel less loved, but you never asked him about that. you thought you would only stress him more. sometimes you cried about it, but on some days you shrugged it off. until…
/
until you went out to buy some milk for your mother and some new school supplies for you. you reached the seven eleven store and picked out your favourites.
as you left the store, you noticed something. not that you forgot to buy new pencils, you noticed a couple.
it wasn’t just a couple. it was minho, and a girl.
they were holding hands and that’s when everything made sense.
you made your way towards the both as you tapped him on the shoulder.
“y/n…”, he gasped and removed his fingers from the girl’s ones.
“so that’s what you were doing.”, you answered in a sad yet hurt voice.
“i-”, he reached out to cup your face.
“do i mean anything to you?”, you backed away and sniffled.
“y/n, please understand…”, he stuttered.
“yeah, i understand. i got it. i am probably boring and useless, a waste of time, come on i am just bothering your life without any reason. so why shouldn’t i just leave, how does that sound? it sounds like the best idea i’ve ever had.” you sarcastically ranted with tears in your eyes.
“it’s not what it looks like.”, he gulped.
“cheaters are always saying that, minho. keep her, she is pretty and just the best for you. means that you never needed me at all.”, you spoke while tears flowed over your rosy cheeks.
“y/n.”, he gripped your hand. you looked up at him, tears running over your skin before they hit the ground.
“sorry.”, he just said.
“don’t apologize, i got it. i must be really annoying, mustn’t i? i wish you two luck.”, your smile was weak and yet so hard to keep on. you were about to go when minho interrupted your actions.
“wait!”, he yelled and held onto your arm. regret immediately overflowed his body.
“just stop. you even forgot our anniversary.”, you ripped out of his grasp.
“why haven’t you told me?”, he asked with wide eyes.
“remember the day i asked you to come for dinner that i made for you?”, you sniffled again.
minho sighed heavily, his eyes shut. yeah, the dinner you made. and he cancelled it, like every other date, because he was busy; busy meeting another girl. he couldn’t tell you the truth, you were too hurt already.
“you still think you’re all that i need, right? but it never felt like you were with me, that you truly loved me, minho.”, and with that you walked away fully, leaving him and his girl forever.
↳pairing: minho x reader ↳word count: 12.5k ↳genre: sex work!au (streamer!reader), s2l, smut ↳summary: when a streamer that goes by the name of baby blue announces she’ll pick a random comment and invite the fan over to have sex with them, minho thinks it’s all a big scam—until he wins. ↳warnings: 18+, minors dni! explicit content, sex work, sexual topics, discussion of sex as a subscriber award, mentions of cheating (reader/minho aren’t cheating), streaming sexual content, blowjob, fingering, protected sex, use of ‘baby,’ 'good girl,’ and 'slut’; the mc refers to herself as 'cumdump’ once for the video ↳masterlist♡updates ♡ read onAO3
sub!Lee Know x reader | use of safewords (but with a good ending!), pegging, Minho missed you a lot :(
“Ah!” The loud cry resonated throughout the bedroom as you gave Minho yet another harsh thrust, jerking him forward with the force. He was currently on all fours, splayed out beneath you as you rolled your hips into him. Your hands were gripping his hips, pulling him closer to you each time.
Neither of you expected the night to go like this, but here you were. You, having just gotten home not too long ago, and Minho, paying the price for jerking off without permission while you were gone.
You weren’t complaining, though. Having had a rather stressful day, it felt great to be able to release your frustrations a bit while also bringing pleasure to your lovely boyfriend.
What you didn’t know, however, was that Minho wasn’t feeling it the same way you were.
He wanted to have sex with you, of course, just…not like this. When you caught him in your bed, hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was only right for him to receive a punishment for it, he understood that. And he would have liked that any other day too, just, maybe not today.
You see, what you perceived as your boyfriend misbehaving without any care, maybe even doing it on purpose to rile you up, couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
Throughout the day, Minho had been feeling a bit down. He didn’t know why at first, just going about his day with a sad pout on his face. Only hours later into the day did he realize it was because of you.
The two of you barely had any free time together these days, mostly just talking through text messages every now and then. You were living together, yet you didn’t see each other for more than two hours at a time.
And as Minho finally got back home from work, that pit in his heart only grew as he was met with complete silence once again. You were still at work, meaning he’d have to wait a few more hours until you’d come back.
Feeling sad and lonely, he spent the next hour or two just moping around the apartment. He tried to occupy himself any way he could, but nothing seemed to help.
At last, he found himself in your joint bed, deciding he would just take a nap and sleep the sadness away until your return.
But as he slipped under the covers, you were on his mind yet again. Everything was suddenly reminding him of you. The cute pajamas lying on your side of the bed, the still slightly indented pillow next to them, hell, even the blankets smelled like you.
Too caught up in the thoughts of you, he didn’t even realize he was getting hard, only noticing once he felt his dick straining against his boxers.
Sighing, he laid on his back, pressing his head into the pillow under him as he slipped his hand into his underwear. Closing his eyes, he let out a quiet hiss as he wrapped his hand around himself, feeling way more sensitive than usual. The feeling made his frown even bigger, reminding him of just how long it has been since you’d last gotten intimate.
Way too long, if he was being honest.
As his wrist started moving up and down, his thoughts went back to you. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He knew that he’d get punished if you found out what he was doing. But he just couldn’t help it, it’s been so long and-
“Minho? Care to explain what you’re doing?”
Shit.
After that, everything happened rather fast. You tore the sheets away from his body, stripping him of his boxers and yourself of your own clothes as you joined him on the bed.
Immediately, he could tell that you wouldn’t be going easy on him. Quickly getting the lube from your bedside table and spreading it on your fingers, he knew where this was going. He wasn’t complaining, of course, he was finally getting the attention he was craving the whole day.
Or so he thought.
As things went on, a weird feeling started to settle in Minho’s chest. An inner conflict, if you will.
Your touches felt really good, amazing even, but he just couldn’t seem to lose himself in the sensations like he normally would. He usually liked you being rough with him, making him feel like you really had complete power over him, but nothing about that felt right tonight.
When he was jerking off to you, it was because he missed you, your love and affection. And as much as he liked the way you were filling him up to the brim right now, manhandling him on his hands and knees to your liking, it didn’t feel right after being away from you for so long. He enjoyed feeling used by you, yes, but tonight it just felt more disconnected than anything.
And with each thrust from you that shoved him further into the mattress, the strange pit in his stomach only seemed to grow.
The words left his mouth before he knew it.
“P-peaches!” He cried out, his voice coming out shaky and weak, muffled by the pillows beneath him.
You halted your movements immediately, worriedly examining your boyfriend as you questioned him.
“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, baby. What’s wrong? Are you hurting anywhere?” You asked, panting slightly while running one of your hands on his back in circles.
Lifting his head up to speak more clearly, Minho noticed the tear stains on the pillow. Had he been crying? He didn’t even realize, too caught up in his own head to notice.
“No, no, that’s- that’s not it. I’m just- Could you turn me over, please?” He asked, feeling a blush creeping up his neck as a weird feeling of embarrassment washed over him. How was he going to explain this to you?
“Of course, baby, let me just-” you pulled out of him, making his thighs tremble slightly and a whimper leave his lips. You gently helped him turn over, laying him on his back. You watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing slowed down again. Brushing his damp hair out of his face, you looked him in his eyes as you spoke.
“What happened, baby boy? Did I do something that you didn’t like? Do you need a moment before we talk about it?” You tried again, hoping you weren’t pressuring him too much.
He shook his head before replying. “No, we don’t need to wait. It’s just- I’m not sure how to explain it myself, really,” he said, cheeks heating up as he met your worried but soft gaze.
“It’s okay, baby. Let’s just calm down and try to figure it out together, hm?” You smiled at him, hoping to calm him down at least a little bit. “I’m guessing something that was happening just now made you uncomfortable?”
He thought for a moment before eventually talking again. “Yeah, I think so. It’s just that it felt kind of…cold? I don’t know. I usually like you to be rough like this, but it just felt really distant this time and that scared me a bit, I guess,” he finished with a sheepish chuckle, looking away once again.
“I see…was it because we haven’t been together much lately?” You asked, slowly putting the pieces together. He nodded. You just smiled, bringing your hand up to his cheek and caressing it. “Aw, baby, it’s okay. I’ve missed you too, a lot. I should have thought about how this would make you feel, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry, please,” Minho interrupted you, “I was still enjoying it, it just feels a lot better now that I can see you.”
“I see,” you could feel your heart flutter at his words, watching the adorable twinkle in his eyes as he smiled up at you. Leaning down, you gave him a soft peck on his lips, quickly followed by another and another as the kisses deepened.
Before things could get heated again, however, you pulled away, much to Minho’s dismay. As much as you wanted to just get right back into it, you needed his confirmation.
“Do you want to continue then? I’ll be gentler with you this time, I promise,” you asked, softly caressing his side.
He shivered at the feeling, reminding him just how hard and needy he still was. He could feel the tip of your strap touching his hole, gently pressing on it, as if asking for permission. Just the thought of how you could slip inside of him so easily again made his cock twitch, helping him make his decision quite a bit.
His arms came up to wrap themselves around your back as he nodded. “Yes please. I’ve missed you so much, (Y/N), make me feel good, please,” he said with a slight whine to his voice, watching you from below.
You smiled, reaching your hand out to brush over his hair one last time. Then, pulling it back, you grasped his waist firmly as you repositioned yourself between his legs. Grabbing the strap-on with your other hand, you slowly guided the tip to his hole, gently pushing back inside.
Minho gasped softly at the feeling, wrapping his legs around your middle to bring you closer.
Hiding his face in the crook of your neck, he could feel his chest touching yours as he panted at the feeling of being full again. His cheeks were completely flushed and his heart felt warm as he lay under you, feeling smaller than ever.
Pulling his head back to look at you again, he gave you a tired, lazy smile.
“This is exactly what I wanted today. Thank you,” he spoke in a breathy voice, running his hands over your arms languidly.
“There’s no need to thank me, baby. I’m enjoying this as much as you are,” you reassured him, bowing down to give his lips a chaste kiss. You still hadn’t moved, however, much to Minho’s annoyance.
“(Y/N),” he whined, tightening his grip on you as he pulled away from your lips, “please.”
You grinned at him, deciding to tease him just a little bit more tonight. “Please what?” You asked smugly, your smirk widening when he huffed out in frustration.
“You know what I mean,” he said, averting his eyes. “Just…make love to me, please.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, feeling yourself growing even more fond of him, if that was even possible.
Steadying yourself on your knees, you grabbed the back of his thighs. Leaning over to give him one last kiss, you finally started moving again.
: Strong language, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and tension, themes of unrequited love, FWB arrangement, themes of casual sex and promiscuity, confrontation throughout, mild violence, heavy voyeurism, guilty masturbation, descriptions of sexual acts and scenes, references to sex toys/aids, themes of jealousy and undertones of possession, a fatal kiss, adult themes throughout.
:Part 5/7 of Unrequited, 2022 rewrite. See Part I for story description.
: Self-insert, female reader x Lee Know | Self-insert, female reader x Hyunjin
“So, yeah. Thank you, Y/N, for not betraying what we have. Thank you for not having sex with Hyunjin.”
Bewildered and dazed, it appears painfully clear to you that something has gone catastrophicallywrong.
Minho doesn’t make baseless assumptions. He works on solid facts, hard information. If he believes you’ve not slept with Hyunjin it’s because he has good reason to do so, which either implies the misunderstanding of the century, or some form of foul play – neither of which make any sense.
“Minho, why would you say that?” you ask shakily.
“Because it means a lot to me. When I found out who you were coupled with, honestly, my heart fucking sank. Hyunjin’s easily the most popular dancer at the club after myself.”
Pulse thudding in your ears, the implications of his apparent distress are too much for you to consider in the moment. Minho, meanwhile, seems oblivious to your building panic.
“Right, b- but why do you think that we didn’t… Did someone tell you?”
“Hyunjin did.”
What?
You blink in confusion, annoyance, feeling like the last person to find out the hot new thing.
“He did?”
“Mhm, after I asked him. As bad as I wanted to just kick down the door to that room and drag you away from the whole thing, I had my own clients to tend to. So, I caught him after our shift was done.”
“Hold on,” you exclaim, withdrawing your hand from his. “Your own clients?”
He nods.
“You… slept with those girls?”
Another nod, an oblivious blink, like he doesn’t understand why you’re even asking. Like it shouldn’t be a question, because in his mind, it isn’t.
The simmering tingle of boiling blood creeps through your veins, tenses your muscles and sparks your nerves to combat. The sheer nerve, the double standard, the ignorance and carelessness – you find it appalling, that he can preach to you of loyalty and assure you of how much he cares when he still, despite it all, finds will enough to fuck other girls.
No. If Minho desired to remove you from Seventh Heaven last night, he’d have done so. It would have come easily to him.
You suppose the answer as to why he didn’t is simple enough. Indeed, it’s staring you right in the face.
He simply doesn’t care. He never did. Therefore, you can’t trust a word that comes out of his mouth, and you wish you could kick yourself for selectively forgetting that at his core, Lee Minho is selfish. Thoughtless. Arrogant. The biggest hypocrite you’ve ever met, yet still chose to fall into in the hopes that he’d… what, change? Be better? Think with his larger vital organ for once instead of the one between his legs?
It appears you required a reminder of why you never tried to take things further with him, and Minho, ever the giver, has unwittingly provided.
