INTRODUCTION!!

okay sorry i know i'm super late to this but this blog is literally just for shits and giggles so #notmyproblem

you can call me rin!!

hyunjin biased if that wasn't obvious already (ik it was)

mind you i don't actually have a real posting schedule btw i just come online whenever i have time :(

still trying to figure stuff out on tumblr bc #wattpadgirly

here's the link to my masterlist

i mostly write for skz and maya's favourite ppl (it's mingyu and jk [i'm still only considering writing for jk])

anyways you're free to blurt out whatever is on your mind!! no judgement here this is a safe space ❤️

Moving fast until it breaks [L.MH] [Pt.II]

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The breeze had turned cooler, not that either of you had noticed. It had been quite a long day, and though it was tiring, it wasn’t the bad kind. No, not even close. How could it be bad when it was spent with him? You both were seated on a sidewalk down the road from your house, the time already indicating the start of a new day. But you were still stuck in yesterday, mind still reeling from all the fun you guys had at the amusement park just a few hours ago.

You had failed to notice the chill in the air with the way Minho’s fingers lingered against yours— close, but not quite holding on.

The laughter had died down now, replaced with an almost sacred tranquility found, or rather created, only in his presence.

“Hey.” his voice was low, almost unsure. Minho was never unsure.

You dared to look him in the eyes, and suddenly the remnants of the warmth you had left felt like they were slipping away.

“There’s something i have to tell you.” The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, because deep down, you knew.

You knew whatever he was gonna say would break you apart, you knew it would tear your heart up into shreds and leave you aching in a way you’ve never been left before. But you stayed silent, instead letting him speak.

“I’m leaving.” The words sat in the air, heavy and unsettling. It made you sick to your stomach. All the love you had stored in your heart threatened to spill out right from your throat. “Leaving?” You asked, voice betraying the inner turmoil you were facing.

He inhaled deeply, as if trying to steady himself. As if he didn’t trust himself enough to keep repeating this action the longer he looked at your face. “Yeah, I got in. To the company, i mean. Training starts next week.”

For a second, all you could hear was the sound of rustling leaves and the faint thumping of your own heart. The silence was deafening. You could hear your own heart breaking if it got any quieter.

Minho had always dreamed of this. You knew that. You’d been on the receiving end of his rants about wanting to become an idol, you’d been there during almost, if not all of his dance practices, you heard the way he hummed songs to himself, hoping one day he could pour his heart out in the same way in front of thousands of people.

This was his dream. 

So why did it feel like a nightmare?

“That’s- that’s amazing, Min.” You choked out, forcing a smile he saw right through.

He always did.

“There’s more.” he continued. “The company, they have rules. For trainees. No distractions, no-“ his voice faltered. He didn’t have to finish the sentence for you to know. He couldn’t get himself to, either.

No contact.

No you.

“Oh.” That was all you could say. What else was there, anyways?

It was ridiculous, really. You’d been warned before. He’d made it clear. A relationship would just end in doom, you knew it. Then why did you always show up at his place anytime his ‘cats missed you’? Why was he always there for you when he ‘just felt like you needed company’? You didn’t stop yourself. Nor did he. 

No one else was to blame but you. 

He let out a breathy, humourless laugh. “Yeah. Oh.”

A lump formed in your throat, so painful it almost escaped in a choked sob. You wanted to say something— anything. Tell him it wasn’t fair, that you didn’t care, that you’d wait, that you could be something— anything— as long as he didn’t disappear. You wanted to scream, cry, punch, yell— you wanted to do something, but you knew better. He’d already started bottling up moments, treating them as souvenirs. Something to look back at, not forward to.

So instead of trying to convince him, like every fibre of your being was screaming at you to, you just smiled. It wobbled a bit at the edges, but you held it anyways. “You’re going to be amazing, Min.” His jaw clenched. His fingers twitched. But he didn’t reach out for you.

“Yeah. I hope so.”

Neither of you said anything after that. You didn’t trust your voice, he didn’t trust himself.

And when you got up off that sidewalk for the last time while he didn’t even dare to move an inch, you didn’t look back. This was the only time you’d be leaving him.

And looking back would make it impossible. 

matching tattoos [j.jk]

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“Hey baby.” you said, slipping into the space beside him on the couch just as easily as you did into his heart. He put his phone down and motioned you to get on his lap. 

“hey, pretty.” he had an amused grin on his face, eyes shining bright as if he was looking at a star plucked right out of the solar system. “what’s up?”

“So, um. Funny idea, actually. You can absolutely say no-“ you started.

“Yes.” He deadpanned. “What?” “I said yes, pretty. You have my permission.” He grinned at you. You could’ve sworn your heart did somersaults.

“But you don’t even know what i’m planning to do, kookie.” you said through a chuckle. “What if i was planning on harvesting your organs to go out and sell them?” “With an eyeshadow palette? I don’t think so.”

You rolled your eyes, though your action had no bite to it. Man, he had you right where he wanted you. Always. He never even had to try.

“Alright. You caught me. Can i colour your tattoos?” “You know the answer, baby.”

It had been about twenty minutes since then. You decided just the eyeshadow wouldn’t be enough so you went and looked for the markers you swore were in your room somewhere. You were straddling his lap, holding his wrist in your hand like it was the most precious thing in the world. His tattoos were mostly all bold and intimidating, all sharp lines and deep ink. But right now? they were covered in all different hues of blue, pink and little stars and doodles here and there.

“You think this one deserves a permanent spot here?” he said, motioning towards the little star you’d drawn where his palm connected to his wrist. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, not quite looking up. You were so focused. He found it adorable. 

“I’m saying, I wanna make it real. Let’s get matching tattoos? I’ll draw it on your shoulder. Or wherever you’d like. If you want to, of course.” You were malfunctioning. Your boyfriend of a little over a year just suggested getting matching tattoos with you? while you were sitting on his lap? your heart felt like it was purposely trying it’s best to thump right out of your chest.

He just watched you with a lazy smile as you visibly froze up in his lap, but his expression softened a little when you didn’t respond. “Hey, it’s okay if you d-“ You cut him off with a soft kiss. You didn’t really trust your words as of now, totally caught off guard by his suggestion to even think. 

One thing was for sure, though. There was absolutely no one else you would rather do this with.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes, then?” he chuckled against your lips, going back to kissing you with a tenderness that made you wonder if he thought you were made of glass, or something so precious that he wouldn’t even dare to taint it with his touch.

Well, atleast to him you were.

“You might have to start charging for this. You’re too dedicated.” he teased.

“You could never afford me.” You said through a chuckle, eyes focused on the part of his forearm you were busy colouring. 

His fingers absentmindedly traced circles on your knee. “If it means you’ll keep touching me like this, I’d give you everything.” 

Your hand paused, warmth rising up your neck. But before you could react, he leaned in and kissed your nose. “Keep going, Picasso.” he murmured.

You tried pretending to be unimpressed, but the way the corners of your mouth tilted up just a little gave it away. “Fine, but no smudging my masterpiece.”

He just chuckled, letting you turn his tough tattoos into something entirely yours, just like he was.

Moving fast until it breaks [L.MH] [Pt. I]

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You were sitting side by side on a park bench. It was usually always like this, tranquil moments spent in his company. He was always by your side, no matter what time it was, or where you were. If you were there, so was he.

The sun hung low in the sky, basking you both in its warmth. Not that you needed any more with Minho seated right beside you. He gently nudged your knee with his, a silent demand for attention. 

“Look. That cloud looks like a cat.” He said, pointing towards an utterly deformed cloud. You squinted. “That looks nothing like a cat, Min.” 

“Okay, maybe a cat after it got run over by reality.” he mused, making you snort. 

You shook your head while laughing, and he looked at you, grinning. He was utterly pleased with himself, as if making you laugh had been his only goal all along.

“You’re impossible” you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Impossibly funny? damn right I am.” he said, leaning tilting his head to lean against yours. You just rolled your eyes in response, though you knew he couldn’t see that.

The air smelled like late summer, with a hint of his cologne and a scent that was so incredibly him. You felt the moment make it’s home in your bones, the kind of memory that doesn’t demand attention but just lingers, soft and quiet.

His fingers brushed against yours, a casual, familiar touch that sent sparks throughout your entire body even now. He never even needed to hold your hand fully- just this, the ghost of a touch. Like a promise he was too scared to say out loud. 

“You always do that.” you whispered into the air.

He hummed, “Do what?”

“Act like you’re memorising things. Like you’re keeping them for later, as a souvenir or something. Keepsake? i dunno.”

A breeze passed by, rustling the trees around you. A pleasant sound that went straight to your heart.

He didn’t say anything, he just laughed. A small, breathy laugh as he nudged you a little closer. “Maybe i am.”

And you didn’t know it then. You hadn’t even realised in the warmth and the coziness of the moment, not in the way he looked at you, like you were something worth remembering. Not in the way he looked at you like he would miss you forever.

But that was the last time you sat on that bench together.

COME WHEN YOU CALL [K.SM]

Seungmin x Fem!Reader

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You never had to ask twice with Seungmin. Actually, you barely even had to ask. That was just the kind of person he was. If you needed him, he was there. No questions asked, no hesitation whatsoever. 

So when his screen lit up with your name at just a minute past 2 am, he knew. he always knew.

You didn’t even say anything when he picked up. Just hearing your shaky exhale was more than a good enough reason for him to grab his car keys and make his way to your place. Almost as if your breathing was the equivalent of you calling out to him. “Where are you?” his voice was firm, but soft. The kind of softness you could only hear in a lover’s voice, which is what he yearned to be. And so did you, but that was a conversation for later. 

“Rooftop.” your voice was small; tired.

“Stay there.” a short pause. Then softer, “I’ll be there in five.”

And of course he was. One thing about Seungmin? He was always true to his word. If he’s given it, he will live up to it.

When he arrived, he found you exactly as he knew he would. Back against the wall, knees to your chest, just sitting there while a soft tune played on your phone. It was your favourite song, he recognised. He sighed, giving you that look of fond exasperation somehow mixed with the most smitten heart eyes. Something only you could pull out of him. 

“You need to stop doing this.” he muttered, dropping his hoodie over your shoulders before plopping down next to you. “Soda?” you offered. it was his favourite one. You knew he wouldn’t say no. 

“You think i came here, balls deep into the night, to have soda with you?” he asked. He had a way with words, that one. “Well, obviously not. But i’m being polite. i got your favourite because i missed you. Have it.” you said, a playful edge to your voice. It wasn’t quite as chirpy as other times though. And he noticed, of course.

He didn’t reject the soda, but he had it in silence beside you. “I meant it, you know? your sleep schedule is fucked. you need to stop doing this.” he scolded, but his voice was far too soft for it to be considered a scolding. “You need to stop coming when i call.” you teased, although your voice lacked the usual mirth it always had. 

He let out a scoff, which was almost a laugh but not quite. “You know that’s not happening. You call, i come. Always.” he said as he pulled his hoodie over your hands to warm them up. 

Your heart clenched at his words. With Seungmin, there weren’t any grand declarations of love. Just the quiet, steady kind. The kind that made sure you never had to open your soda cans, or peel your fruit. The kind that meant sharing songs and puppy videos he thought you’d like regardless of where you were or what time it was. The kind that made sure you never had to walk home alone. You get the idea.

You weren’t upset, initially. It was just one of those days. One of those days when thinking about him turned to missing him, and missing him turned to craving him. It was inevitable, really. But you weren’t gonna tell him that. Not yet, atleast. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” you whispered out, as if it was a secret you had to keep. 

He rolled his eyes in response. “As if i was asleep anyways.” he muttered, but the slight dishevel of his hair and the fatigue in his eyes spoke volumes before his words could. You chose not to comment on it. 

“You know, you can call me whenever. Even if it’s the asscrack of dawn, or a bright sunny morning. Even if it’s just because you can’t sleep.” his voice was gentle, almost reverent. “Even if it’s nothing.”

His words made your breath hitch. He didn’t dare to look at you when he said it, but you could see the honesty radiating off of his profile. The way the stars reflected in his eyes, almost as if that was their home. The way his fingers tapped against his knees, like he was nervous about just how much he meant those words. The slight furrow in his brow, giving away his worries like he’s given his heart out to you countless times without you even realising.

His words settle in your chest. Warm and steady, just like him.

Seungmin— stupid, annoying, perfect Seungmin— just smiled and bumped his shoulder against yours. 

“So, are we gonna sit here sulking or am i taking you out for ice cream?”

You blinked up at him, almost as if you were processing his words. “At—“ you checked the time. And he let you, looking at your face with an amused expression. “2.46 am?”

“At 2.46 am.” he confirmed, tugging at his your hoodie strings to engulf your face like a mischievous child. “You already dragged me out. might as well make it worth my time.”

You were grinning before you even realised it. 

He never said the words out loud, but you felt them anyway. 

Because, to him, love sounded a lot like “I’ll be there soon.” 

And to you, it was the same. Just in his voice.

MASTERLIST!!

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ oneshots/series ˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆

Moving fast until it breaks [l.mh x reader] [part I] ⚠️

Moving fast until it breaks [l.mh x reader] [part II] ⚠️

Come When You Call [k.sm x fem!reader] 🌼

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ drabblez ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Overcoming your fear of heights ft. Hyunjin 🌼

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ requests ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Mingyu x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

Bangchan x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader 🥨 🌼

Jungkook x Reader 🌼

Overcoming your fear of heights ft. Hyunjin <3

SURPRISEEEE I STILL WRITE!!! (this was supposed to be a short drabble)

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“Wait, you’re being serious?” Hyunjin asked, a hint of laughter in his voice at the irony of the situation. “No, wait. Let me get this straight. You, my girlfriend of two years, my best friend of five, are sitting with me at the rooftop and telling me that your biggest fear is heights?” It was almost comical to think about. You were sat against a wall near the edge, your head resting on his shoulder like a puzzle piece. You’d been here thousands of times before, as friends, and even more so as lovers. Never once did it cross his mind that you could’ve been scared of the place that was almost like your second home. Come to think of it, he’s never seen you so much as spare a glance downwards where the city lights illuminate the dark roads at night, almost as if they were reflecting the night sky above. “Well, it’s not like it ever came up. and i’m not deathly scared or anything, it’s just- i don’t know. i don’t like the feeling it gives. Like, i could fall over any second. It’s the risk of falling down that scares me, i think.” you responded. You couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, as if you were the one who hung up the stars you were so busy admiring from beside him. He pulled you a little closer, his gaze softening after he heard your reasoning.

“Baby, you should’ve said something. Why didn’t you tell me? we don’t have to come up here. There’s so many places we could go. Ones that don’t scare you shitless.” he added the last part with a slight hint of humour in it, hoping to ease the seriousness of the otherwise tranquil atmosphere you had created. “You know i wouldn’t mind.” he added, just some extra reassurance. Thoughtful as always.

“No, no. That’s the thing.” how were you to tell him that it’s not scary if it’s with him? how do you put into words the feeling you get when his fingers intertwine with yours and make you feel like the strongest person in the world? how do you tell him that his presence in itself gave you all the strength you needed to go anywhere, at any time. to live. “i don’t feel that scared when i’m here with you. In fact, i don’t feel scared at all.” When he heard that, he could’ve sworn his heart did a thousand little backflips. He had the happiest, biggest smile on his face as he looked at you, wanting to confirm what you said, wanting to hear it again. He shifted a little, signalling you to sit up straight, even though the loss of contact sent a pang to his heart. “You don’t feel scared right now, baby? We’re on the rooftop of a 15 story high building, you know?” he asked in a soft voice, wanting to confirm your words. “No need to remind me, Hyunnie. But no, i don’t. it’s an odd feeling, really. Not shaking and trembling every time i’m more than 10 meters above ground level.”

He smiled again. He had that same look in his eyes, the one that was permanently etched in your memory but still made you feel butterflies every time you got to witness it. It was the same look that made you realise everything you gave to him was always reciprocated. Every ounce of trust, love, honesty, adoration. All of it. If you thought you had it bad, he definitely had it ten times worse. 

“So, if i asked you to get up right now, and just peek a little over the edge, you’d do it?” he asked, almost cautiously. He knew he had the power to help you overcome this, and he’d be a fool not to wield it. 

“Okay love, don’t push it.” you said, the roll of your eyes not quite matching with the fondness that laced your voice. That was a dumb question. Of course you wouldn’t. You weren’t gonna risk getting paralysed in fear just because a pretty boy with kind eyes asked you to. Right? 

Okay, correction. Your pretty boy with kind eyes. 

“Not even now?” he asked, his tone fragile enough to be compared to glass, as he intertwined your fingers together and brought your hand up to his lips and brushed them against your knuckles, silently communicating a thousand different statements that didn’t quite make the cut to tumble out of his mouth. “Please?”

That was all it took. 

His hand was in yours, and you were both standing, facing the edge of the rooftop. The walls were quite tall, coming up to your ribs, so the odds of you regretting this were pretty low. Not zero, but still pretty low.

“Remember, my love. i’m here with you, holding your hand. okay?” his hand had an iron grip on yours. “I won’t let you go, and it’s just a little peek. I just want you to see how pretty the city looks. You’re gonna love it, i promise.”

You were shaking a little, but you did it. And he was right there with you the whole time. His hand didn’t let go of yours for even a second as he told you stories about his childhood, occasionally pointing out the pretty lights and glancing at you to see how you were feeling. After a few minutes, you were considerably more at ease than you’ve ever been at such a height before. He pulled you to his chest, his heart filled with pride. He placed a kiss to your hairline, lips lingering there for a few seconds longer. “You’re so brave, baby. See? The world isn’t that scary when you’re with me.”

Your heart was pounding, but you weren’t sure of the cause anymore.

WAIT GUYS

updated poll bc i feel bad

fluff fic based on come when you call by tv girl!!

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bangchan x fem!reader

blond chan is my roman empire.

MDNI!!!!

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you were sitting on the bed, peacefully scrolling on your phone. recently, your fyp has been filled with videos of the cutest babies ever and its literally torture. they’re so cute, so tiny that it makes you want one of your own. god, the baby fever has been hitting hard.

you looked to the side at your husband, who was also sitting on the bed, right beside you. his right hand was resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the plush skin. “channie” you called out. “mm, what is it love?” he questioned, not looking up from his phone. ugh, the nickname. it still made you weak in the knees, even after 3 years of marriage. “channieeee” you called out again, demanding his full attention. “yes baby, i’m listening.” he looked up, not breaking eye contact this time. 

you stared at his lips. he knew what you were getting at. “you were gonna say something, baby?” the reminder made you snap your eyes back to his.

“i want a baby.” you deadpanned.

you hadn’t planned on blurting it out this way, it just happened. it had been in the back of your mind since the past few days, but you hadn’t really given it much thought. but chan? its safe to say he’s been dying to fill you with his seed ever since he saw you playing with your nephew during christmas last year. seeing the way you handle kids had him fully convinced you were gonna be an amazing mom and nothing could make him think otherwise.

with chan, all you had to do was ask. your wish was his command. and so, here you were, getting every last one of your wishes fulfilled.

his face was buried in your cunt, licking up every single drop you had to offer. he did not plan on letting anything go to waste. you had lost count of how many times he’d made you cum in the past hour, and if he had any intentions of stopping sometime soon, he was really good at hiding it. your fingers gripped at his hair, the curly strands wrapped around your fingers as you tugged at them lightly, making him groan against your sensitive cunt. the vibrations made you arch your back, the friction from his nose feeling sinfully delicious. “‘m gonna cum channie… fuck” you moaned out as he slipped his middle finger into your aching hole, pushing you closer to the edge. “c’mon baby, i know you can give me one more. that’s my girl.” he said, as he placed kisses on your tummy when you came down from your high.

he placed kisses all the way up to your collarbones, taking his time to fondle with your tits midway. he sucked and bit at your neck, leaving hickies all over the visible parts of your skin. he loved making it difficult for you to hide the remnants of your shared desire for each other. 

“what’d you say darlin’? said you wanted a baby?” he questioned, his hands working skilfully to rub and pinch your nipples. “y-yes.. fuck chan. need you to give me a baby.. please.” you mewled, back arching due to the pleasure. 

“since you asked so nicely…” he grunted as he slapped your clit with his cock, gathering your wetness near your entrance. “who am i to deny, baby?” he said as he pushed his cock inside with one full thrust, making you choke out a broken sob at the sudden stretch. the pain mixed with the pleasure made your brain go all mushy. all you could think about was the way his cock filled you up and the way his hands gripped your waist as he tried his best to not start thrusting into you already. “chan.. fuck me, please.” was all he needed to hear before he started rutting into you, building a rhythm and trying his best to not break it and absolutely ruin you right there. “fuck, you’re taking me so well, pretty girl. gonna fuck a baby into you.” his hands reached out for yours, holding onto them and interlocking his fingers with yours.

his pace was starting to get a bit rougher, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. “so fuckin gorgeous. all mine, aren’t you?” he whispered against your neck, placing hot, wet kisses on your sensitive skin. 

 “shit, stop clenching ‘round my cock like that baby, gonna make me cum.” his thrusts started getting sloppier as you were both about to reach your highs, him reaching down to press on your clit and rub on it using his thumb. he spat on it and pinched it, finally making you come undone around his cock. your pussy squeezed him in even more, getting impossibly tighter. shit, you were driving him insane.

“fuck baby, m’close. so close.” he grunted. “you wan’ it inside? wan’ me to fill up that pretty little cunt of yours?” you nod mindlessly, completely fucked out. “words, pretty girl.” 

“y-yes channie. fill me up, please.” you said, as your cunt squeezed around him one last before he released his load deep inside you, your walls fluttering around his cock. 

he collapsed onto you, rightfully breathless. he reached down to push his dripping cum into your cunt with two of his fingers, giving you a sweet kiss and pecking your cheek after. 

“might wanna do this again just to be safe, you know?” 

Hyunjin x fem!reader

MDNI obv

thank u maya for the req xx

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“your hands look so pretty, baby. i love the colour.” hyunjin said, eyeing your nails as he sat across you on the dining table. “thank you.” you blushed, curling your fingers to look down at your nails admiringly. “you didn’t have to pay for it though, you know?” hyunjin scoffed. of course he did, you were his girlfriend. if he didn’t spoil you, who would? “but since you did, i tried out something new. you wanna see?” 

you went up and took a seat beside him, showing off the ‘H’ painted on the nail of your left thumb. you looked so innocent. he wanted to ruin you. “i didn’t want to make it too obvious, since i didn’t want people asking me questions, but i just thought it’d be nice-“ you didn’t even get a chance to complete your sentence before his lips were on yours. oh, wow. possessive much? 

the thought of you making it known to everyone, even subtly, that you were his ignited something in him. you did this to him. he was going feral.

that’s how you ended up in his bedroom, lips crashing messily against each other as you made your way to his bed. your clothes had quite literally been ripped off of you, since he was too eager to play with what was his. “my pretty baby.” he mumbled against your neck as he placed wet kisses on it. he nibbled and bit at your skin, using his tongue again to soothe the slight sting you felt. those pretty little sounds you were making went straight to the bulge growing in his pants. 

his hands made their way down your body, his left hand pinching and groping your tits while his other hand made its way down to your sopping cunt. his fingers slid against your folds, feeling how wet you were. “shit, love. s’all for me?” he cooed at you. you nodded feebly, head too clouded to come up with words. he chuckled at your helpless state. “haven’t even touched this pretty little cunt yet. you need me that bad?” he said as he inserted a finger into your aching hole. “mmm jinnie… fuck” you managed to moan out.

his fingers worked wonders on your pussy as he inserted his ring finger along with his middle finger, curling them just right to hit that spongy spot deep inside that made you go weak. his fingers reached places you’ve never been able to, and he knew it too. “cmon baby, use those pretty little fingers of yours and make yourself feel good, yeah? rub your clit f’me.” your right hand made its way down to your cunt from its designated spot on his back, giving him those scratches that he loves showing off. you rubbed at your clit, desperately chasing your high. you were so close, and hyunjin knew it.

“fuck baby. clenching ‘round my fingers like a slut. make a mess on my hands baby, cum for me.” he said as his fingers thrusted in and out of you roughly, the squelching sounds sending you into a haze. you came around his fingers with a loud moan, your breathing calming down slowly. hyunjin licked your juices off of his fingers, using his mouth to clean you up. you mewled, feeling his tongue on your sensitive cunt. “jinnie… too- ah, too sensitive.” he gave your cunt one last kiss as he came back up. “i know baby. i’m giving you five minutes to rest.” he winked at you as he made his way to the bathroom to get you a towel.

god, if you knew this is how getting his initial painted on your nails would end up, you would’ve done it a lot sooner.

ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.

this is why i'm in love w you.

i'm on it rn.

Mingyu x fem!reader

MDNI!!! this ones for u, maya <3

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should mingyu feel ashamed? ashamed for thinking about how good those tiny hands of yours would feel around his thick cock, pumping him and stroking him while you’re on your knees looking up at him through those oh so innocent eyes of yours? should he feel ashamed for not focusing on a word you’ve been saying for the past 15 minutes, his eyes being glued only to your chest and lips?

it started when you were in high school. you and mingyu had been inseparable, almost as if your souls were created from the same one. he lived next door to you and you would go to his place every time you wanted to do something together. your mom treated him like her own son and his mother had practically accepted you as family.  you could never have imagined a life without him. and frankly, you’re not even sure if you’d want to.

it wasn’t until the day that mingyu broke the news to you that you realised it was time to let go. it was time to let go of all the big warm hugs, or the ‘bear hugs’ as your mingyu liked to call them. it was time to let go of all the cheek kisses, all the lingering gazes that you were both too scared to act on. you wished you could have said it. you wished you were brave enough. but you weren’t. and neither was he. 

he was leaving for korea in a week and there was nothing for you to do except let go of him.

you wished you could have gone about your life casually after his leave, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss him everywhere. you missed him when you went to the restaurant where you bought him his favourite spicy ramen. you missed him at the park where he made you laugh so hard you almost choked on your soda. you missed the smile on his face every time you told him you hated him for making fun of you. the smile that made you wonder if the stars envied him for the way he could brighten up darkness so effortlessly.

it wasn’t until 6 years later that you finally caught a glimpse of him again. 

you were at the airport in korea. you’d managed to fulfill your dream of becoming an architect and had finally gotten a project outside of your country. you saw flashing cameras, paparazzi, and a huge crowd of people surrounding a 6’ something guy wearing a mask and some sweats. you never got the idea of surrounding people as if they’re some god. they’re just people too after all. 

you had managed to get through some of the crowd when you reached for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans. you pat it several times just to make sure until you realised something. shit. it was missing.

it was right when the realisation hit you that you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around and were face to…chest? god, this man was freakishly tall. you looked up to meet his eyes with yours and it was as if the breath had been knocked out of your damn lungs.

mingyu.

it was YOUR mingyu. 

“y/n?” he questioned, almost to himself. he couldn’t believe it. it was you. there were so many thoughts trying to rush their way out of his heart into his mouth that they seemed to all get clogged up in his throat. your name was the only thing that felt right on his tongue.

“gyu?” you questioned back, the look of surprise on your face quite evident.

“you dropped your phone.” he said, his eyes not leaving yours for even a second. almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear the second you left his eyesight.

“i- oh yeah. thank you” you managed to sputter out as you took the phone from his hand. “what are you- what are you doing here?” you ask him. oh god. this was such a dumb question. what was he doing? you knew what he was doing. you stalked his account like a thousand times. you knew he was an idol.

he flashed a smile when he heard this question. the smile that you hadn’t seen in at least 6 years. it was almost as if it was reserved only for you. he was about to answer you when his bodyguards notified him about something that made his smile drop. 

“i’ll reach out to you later. i promise.” he said as his bodyguards seemed to rush him out of the airport. you were left there alone with your countless thoughts and overflowing emotions, unable to decipher which one was tugging at you more.  

and so, here you were, in your new and surprisingly well furnished flat, all thanks to your sister. you had changed into your tank top and shorts while emptying your bags and setting up your closet. your room was fairly clean by now, even though you were only about halfway done. you had never been a fan of messy surroundings anyways. 

right as you were about to put the last pile of your shorts into your closet, you heard your phone ring. 

“oh. an unknown number? at 9 pm? isn’t it a bit too late for that? or maybe it isn’t?” you thought to yourself. you figured the culture here at korea must be different. 

“hello?” you said, hoping for some sort of an explanation as to who it was.

“hi.” the voice on the other side greeted you. it was almost embarrassing how quick you were to realise who it was.

“mingyu… oh, hi. um, wow. hi.” your voice was shaking already. oh god. way to go, y/n.

“yes,  hello.” you could hear his honey laced laughter from the other side. it made your heart melt. “how have you been?”

“i- okay. first of all, how the hell did you get my number?” you asked, a hint of bewilderment in your voice.

“i had it memorised.” you could HEAR the love in his voice. this was so bad. you were doomed. 

you didn’t really have anything to say, nor did you trust your words at the moment. you were afraid if you said something now, everything else would spill out uncontrollably. 

“why didn’t you call earlier?” your voice was getting shaky. oh no. you knew this was a bad idea. “it’s been 6 years gyu. 6 fucking years.”

‘“i know, i know” mingyu cut you off before you could continue, your words shooting daggers at his heart. he’d always hated seeing you cry. but the pain was different when he was the one making you cry. “i’m so, so sorry. god, i have so much to make up for. please trust me when I tell you there hasn’t been a single day when you haven’t crossed my mind. i know 6 years isn’t nothing. ghosting you was a dick move. i- please. don’t cry. no. god, can i come over?” he asked, picking up on your silent sobs just as well as he did back then.

and just like he used to be back then, he was here at your doorstep to make you forget about everything that ever made you sad. except that this time, he was the one making you cry. he couldn’t ever forgive himself for this, but he could try to atone for his sins, as he’d like to call it.

you weren’t exactly crying anymore, since you’d always been pretty good at regaining your composure. but there was a certain emptiness in your heart, one that you knew only gyu could fill.

you were standing face to face, him panting slightly because of the 7 flights of stairs he’d just conquered. 

“hey.” you said. 

“hi.” he looked down at you. the longing in his eyes too evident for you to ignore.

“no security this time?” you questioned with a smile on your face.

“ah, no. that was airport security. kind of a formality.”

you nodded. “you’ve gotten so big. i can’t even hug you now.” you said while giving him a faint smile, referring to the dozens of fangirls he was surrounded by and not to mention, the security.

“oh bullshit.” he said as he pulled you into the tightest hug you could have ever imagined. his arms fully caging you in as if he never intended to let you go. and you wouldn’t admit it, but you never wanted him to either. 

“i missed you.” he whispered into your hair. “god, i missed you so much. i’m so sorry.” 

he spent 3 hours explaining why he couldn’t contact you and what he had been upto without you. after a while, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about anything besides the fact that one, he did not have a girlfriend. and two, he had changed a lot. appearance wise, that is. he wasn’t the mingyu who had left for korea anymore. he was taller, stronger and undeniably hotter. little did you know, mingyu had been thinking about the same things as you were. when did you get so fucking irresistible? i mean, sure he did have a thing for you back in high school. hell, he hasn’t even been able to get over it for the past 6 years, but seeing you like this, with barely anything on and a newfound confidence which you certainly did not have back then ignited something in him. he didn't know how long it would be until he finally gave in.

and so, here you were. facing him on your bed, talking about some degree of yours, when all he could focus on was the way you licked your lips before continuing, or the way your tits were almost fully out on display for him due to that sad excuse for a clothing item you were wearing. you noticed too. he wasn’t exactly being subtle. the way his knees were touching yours and the way he kept playing with his fingers was driving you insane.

“well, then yeah. here i am now, i guess.” you finished telling him about your life. you were almost completely caught up on each others’ stories now, or so you’d like to believe.

his stare hadn’t once left your lips. you hadn’t really noticed how close his face was to yours until you had finished talking.  “gyu” you questioned, your voice almost a whisper. the space between you could be easily closed with just a lean forward from either of you. it had come down to self control now. and lucky for you, mingyu barely had any when it came to you.

“can i?” he questioned, his lips almost on yours. almost. 

you responded by putting your lips on his, and his hands immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. his grip on you was so strong, it made you whimper against his lips. you didn’t bother pulling away to breathe, the action seeming a bit too unimportant at the moment. you had other things to do right now. “gyu..” you moaned out as his lips made their way down to your neck. “so sweet. so good. been thinking bout this for so long.” he whispered against your skin, punctuating each sentence with a kiss on different parts of your neck. his hands made their way up your top, making direct contact with your skin. the warmth radiating off of his hands made you melt under his touch. 

his hands came up to grasp the hook of your bra as his mouth worked wonders on your sensitive spot. “can i? please?” he asked before unclasping the hooks and discarding the small material of clothing into a small corner of your room. his hands snaked further up your body as he guided your top over your head. he had your tits right in his face now. “fuck… so pretty.  shit, all for me?” he asked as he latched onto your right nipple, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud while his hand worked wonders on the left one, pinching at it, making you squirm. “yes.. gyu please. need more. need you.” 

“patience baby. been wanting this for so long. gonna make it worth it.” he said as he took his shirt off. god, it was a sight to see. he was gorgeous. the toned abs, the huge biceps, and not to mention, that beautiful face, he was going to be the death of you. “like what you see?” he questioned teasingly, but your brain was too focused on the way his hands were squeezing your tits while he used his mouth to suck and nibble at your collarbones. he stopped all of it to grab your attention, and you whined at the loss of contact. “gonna need answers baby. be a good girl and use your words, hmm?” you moaned out a weak ‘yes’ as a response, but he accepted it out of mercy.

“lie down for me, pretty girl. on your back, thats it” he said as he helped you get off his lap and onto the mattress. his lips travelled all the way from your neck to your breasts, down to your tummy. he placed several wet, sloppy kisses all over your tummy, making sure to mark you as his on any part of your skin that was visible. your neck had already served its purpose as his canvas, his art on full display for any man who’d even dare to look at you. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was completely obsessed with the idea of making you his. god, he wanted you so bad. 

his hands found their way to the waistband of your shorts, which he tugged at as a way of asking for your permission yet again. you pulled them off yourself making him let out a groan at your compliance. he was facing your clothed cunt, the wet spot on it embarrassingly evident. he kissed it once, looking up to see your reaction. “does that feel good, love?” he asked as his hand made its way to your core, rubbing light circles on it through your underwear. he was such a tease. 

you couldn’t find it in yourself so speak, so you just nodded. this made him stop again. “please baby, i’m gonna need you to use your words, yeah? tell me how good i’m making you feel.” he said as he spat on that damp spot on your underwear, teasing you even further. “mingyu… feels so good.” you managed to moan out, earning a chuckle from him. “see, it wasn’t that hard baby.” 

he pulled your panties off, spreading your legs even further and getting down on his knees on the floor as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed. “such a pretty pussy. can’t wait to taste you baby.” 

his fingers danced against your clit, tapping slightly in an attempt to tease you. this made you let out a whine. “shh baby. i’m gonna take my time with you.” he said, as he tapped his fingers against your lips, signalling you to take them in. you wasted no time in sucking on his fingers and coating them with your saliva. “such a good girl.” 

his hands slid against your folds, the coldness of your saliva mixed with your slick making you shiver. he rubbed on your clit while his other hand was busy playing with your tits. he inserted one finger into your hole, making you gasp. 

“shit, you’re so fucking tight. need you wrapped around me.” you felt his tongue lapping against your cunt, the feeling sending you into overdrive. you had your hands in his air, tugging at it for some sort of control. “ah- gyu, please. fuck.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations reaching straight to your core. just as you felt your high approaching, he gave your clit one last kiss before pulling away. you felt tears well up in your eyes as you let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“aww baby. ‘m sorry. but if you’re gonna cum, it’ll be around my cock.” such a fucking tease.

he pulled his pants off, revealing his deliciously prominent bulge in his boxers. he was palming his cock while staring at your cunt. fuck. 

“shit baby. you’re so beautiful. you want me to fuck you?” he knew the answer. of course he did. he could see you how you clenched around the nothing at the sight of his cock being freed from his boxers. lord have mercy. “yes min. please fuck me.” you managed to choke out. that was all he needed.

he stood between your legs, teasing your entrance with his cock. he slowly rubbed against it, gathering your wetness before slipping it in. the stretch you felt made you moan out loud. the sound was music to his ears. once he was buried inside fully, he waited for you to let him know it was okay to move. 

“shit, you feel so good baby.” he groaned, holding back the urge to thrust hard into you and absolutely ruin you for anyone else. but he knew it was too soon. he wanted to savour this moment, feeling your warmth surrounding his cock. he leaned down to kiss you as he began to move steadily, swallowing up all the sounds you were making. “f-fuck gyu, feels so good” you whined against his lips. his hips rocked into you, building up a rhythm. each powerful stroke made your breath hitch, as your nails were busy creating their own masterpiece on his back. he was proud of it too. 

his hands were on your waist, gripping it tightly as he thrust into you. he was picking up his pace. he pressed down on your abdomen, making you gasp loudly. “you feel that baby? feel my cock against your tummy? does that feel good?” he asked, his voice hoarse and laced with ecstasy. “y-yes min. i’m close, fuck.” he knew from the way your pussy clenched around his cock that you were close. his rhythm was starting to falter as he approached his own high.

“where’d you want it baby? want me to come on your pussy? gonna look so pretty.” you nodded, barely registering his words. you were so close. “please.” was all you could let out. your breathless plea was enough to convince him. 

your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself come undone around his cock. a few more thrusts and he pulled out, spilling his seed all over your pussy. he collapsed onto you, placing feather light kisses all over your neck and collarbones.

“i’m never letting you go again, you know?”

“i know.”

“i love you, y/n.”