undressed

“Don’t look at me.”

“What? Why?” Minho chuckles, pushing himself up from the bed and leaning back on his hands. He cranes his neck, peering over the bed’s edge, and watches you gather haphazardly strewn clothes to the floor into your arms. His gaze wanders along your bare backside, following your movements as you stand up, and he inwardly notes how you’ve already put on your underwear. 

You turn around, shifting the bunched clothes covering your chest to one arm. “Because I’m changing,” you say incredulously, gesturing to your half-naked body.

Minho looks up at you, fighting the smile tugging at his lips but unable to hide the amusement riddled in his voice. “Okay, and?”

“So, look away?” you huff, rolling your eyes as you drop the pile of clothes onto the bed. Minho watches you meticulously trifle through the small assortment, though he can’t suppress the snickers that escape his mouth when you gingerly pluck his boxers with your fingers and gently place them to the side. 

You point an accusatory finger at him. “And stop laughing!”

Minho raises his hands in faux surrender. “I’m not laughing at you,” he placates, averting his gaze. “I think it’s funny considering we just fu—“

His next words are muffled by his shirt flung onto his face at breakneck speed. Minho pulls the fabric off his head, opening his mouth to continue his sentence, but you already have his underwear locked and loaded as your next weapon.

Minho waves his arms out in front of him, schooling his face as close as he can to neutral. “Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

You slowly lower his boxers before tossing them back onto the bed, landing in front of him. Shuffling resonates throughout the bedroom as you both slide your clothes back on, and as Minho brushes by you, he plants a small peck on your cheek. 

“What was that for?” You ask, following him out of the room. 

“Nothing,” he says, turning his head to give you a small smile. “You’re just cute.”

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end note: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my head hurts and i literally couldn't think of a good title so we get another one that starts with "u"

for better, for worse

pairing: lee minho x female reader

summary: an arranged marriage is anything but ideal. minho knows that when it comes to his role as a husband, he's lacking, but you haven't exactly been the perfect wife either. a phone call from you leads to a shift in priorities.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: angst, mention of a car accident, mentioned death of a minor character

a/n: originally this was going to be part of a longer fic, but i will never write that longer fic, so i decided to post it! the name of this fic is what inspired me to create the till death do us part collection. i hope you enjoy!

part 2 | till death do us part collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist

tape 4 · 「xoxosos」

➥ Ultra Fuckboy Roommate!Chris x Reader (f)

➥ Genre/Trope: FWBs to lovers, Sentimental sexy

➥ Prompt(s) requested (Current run)     · 176: Hey, you awake?     · 127: We’re… just friends.     · 111: We’re not just friends and you know it.

⚠ — Free use-adjacent arrangement (see masterlist for cw policy)

➥ All you ever do is have sex after petty schemes, and he is tired of it.

“Keep it the fuck… down! I have work in the morning!”

“JESUS F— CLOSE THE DOOR!!!”

No, you won’t because this is the sure way to make his bitches bounce. You listen to the commotion of the girl hurriedly leaving from the comfort of your room, contently chuckling to yourself. The front door slams close, and you start counting.

Five… Four… Three… Two…

“You’d better make that shit up to me,” he storms in and threateningly points at you, “I was about to finish. Are blue balls a fucking joke to you?!”

Exit West (LMH x F!Reader)

pairing: Minho x f!reader (afab)

genres/au/rating: angst, smut, some fluff, post-apocalyptic au (based on the Netflix series Sweet Home), 18+

summary: Even when the world is plunged into its darkest hour, you find the faintest light in Minho.

warnings: heavy angst, lots of mentions of blood and injuries (i tried to make it as non-graphic as possible), minor character deaths, weapons, panic attack (again not graphic), it's heavily implied OC struggles with agoraphobia and PTSD, brief infidelity, Minho and reader do get into verbal arguments (they're a little toxic lol), Minho is a true loverboy, ambiguous but hopeful ending, smut warnings: kissing, fingering (f rec), unprotected sex, brief nipple play

word count: 6.3k

a/n: i'm so sorry that this took so long, google docs decided to be a jerk and delete a huge chunk of this while i was working on it (I apologize in advance for the poorly written angst)! It is based on the world of Sweet Home but honestly you don't need to have watched the show or read the webtoon to follow along. the title is from the book by Mohsin Hamid. I hope you enjoy! <;3

The sharp wire of the metal fence cuts into Minho’s palms, digging into his mottled skin, and he braces himself for the jump. Leaping over, Minho lands silently on his feet, skills honed from many years of observing his cats take the same leap from couches or counters. But none of that existed anymore.

His eyes remain sharp, taking in the cover of woods around him, and he remembers that while the trees helped him stay hidden, they hid the monsters from his sight as well. No sooner than he’s managed to calm down the ever-present racing of his heart, he’s swinging the door to the bunker open, closing it quietly behind him.

Wincing, he examines the cuts on his palms, tinged with dirty specks of rust. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep doing this, knowing the small supply of rubbing alcohol he’d managed to collect over the past few months was now down to the last bottle. And there was no more to be found.

The small bit of sunlight that streams in through the barely-qualifying window illuminates your sleeping figure nestled amongst a pile of dirty blankets, and Minho almost hesitates to disturb you like this. You look so peaceful like this, a stark contrast to the emptiness that fills your eyes when you wake, the pain of living through two starkly different lifetimes contained in their depths. He knows his eyes hold the same.

MINHO ONESHOT

°•☆last night☆•°

You shot your eyes open as you realized you weren't in your bed. You felt different blankets and no clothes. When you opened your eyes every memory of last night just flooded back.

Minho invited you over for the night and after having dinner and watching a few episodes of a new show you've both started Minho had some other plans.

《Flashback》

We're just friends.. right?

00:42

Minho walked into the kitchen just as you were in the midst of preparing another drink for yourself. It was just the two of you, cut off from the rest of the party, the world even, or at least it felt that way now.

Alone like this with him and enough alcohol in your system to feel your emotions much more intensely with less of a grip on them, you became acutely aware of your heartbeat, which seemed to thrum in your ears much faster now, louder even than the music drifting in from the other room.

• texts with ex!boyfriend stray kids | OT8 x reader

Now with part 2 for Chan + Minho and Changbin + Felix

genre: angst. This is sad sad angst.

warnings: none

a/n: some of them are assholes, but nothing bad

we can't be friends - l.mh

• you’re the one always reaching out to boyfriend Minho | Minho x you

Notes: some angst to balance the fluffiness of the last post. Minho is 80% an asshole here.

Please, never settle for a relationship (romantic or platonic) in which the attention and care is one-sided. Love takes effort, relationships take effort. Take care of yourself and the ones you love…

PROMPT DRABBLE

It’s pure convenience, you tell yourself again. Lee Minho is nothing more than a convenience.

thirteen percent.

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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the first thing you do when you wake up is scowl.

at the sun. at the sky. at the cars and at the people going about their day on the street below. at soonie and doongie when you find them just peacefully existing in their respective corners of the room.

at minho who's looking at you from the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

All you wanna do ━━━♡

Immediately as you stepped into your apartment, you were greeted by the rich aroma of garlic and thyme wafting through the hallway, and you sighed into a smile. Minho was home before you were.

You stretched out your arms and hung your coat up, allowing yourself to relax your mind at the thought that dinner would be edible tonight. Well, more than edible, it would be a michelin star meal- to your tastes at least.