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linomilkers · 5 months

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Minho x Reader [Warnings: dry humping, a filthy blow job, probably some medical inaccuracies, Minho calls Felix Yongbok bc canon and that's his Yongbokkie]

Note: Helloooo, this is my first time writing in this style! Just trying something different for this particular piece. Also, I started writing this before we found out about Minho's hand, so I promise I wasn't making light of his injury! Just a coincidence!

Let me know if you like it!!

Minho who hurt both of his wrists somehow, maybe it was a misstep in dance practice that sent him to the floor, or a stumble at the airport. His wrists are sprained, he's in two clunky arm braces to keep them still, and he's not meant to participate in any strenuous exercise that would involve movement of them. It sucked, being hurt, and he was missing schedules, he would fall behind in learning the new choreography, and he was setting the comeback back by a couple of weeks -- but it wasn't the worst thing. He could use a small break, even if it's just a week or two, of resting and taking it easy after nonstop months of producing content.

Minho who enjoys the break for about a week before he started getting a little stir crazy. Eating was a chore, a true test to his patience instead of being something gratifying and he couldn't cook much. He could move his wrists a little so that the muscles wouldn't weaken from not using them, but barely enough to eat, let alone prepare a full meal. Everyone else in the dorm was so busy that nobody was really cooking, so living off take out has made his face swollen and a bit puffy. Which he wouldn't mind as much, if not for how annoying Seungmin's been with pinching his cheeks and cooing at him for it. He can't even properly exact revenge and the creatine is taking full advantage of that.

Minho who can't touch himself properly and is starting to go crazy because of that too. He doesn't have to do it every day like some (namely Jisung, the little pervert), but he does it often enough that a week and a half in he's starting to feel it. Every morning he's waking up with something stiff between his legs, and he's helpless to it. Minho believes he has enough mental fortitude to look past his horniness, because no orgasm would be satisfying if he couldn't properly use his hands. He could wait it out, the braces would be off within two more weeks, he'd be fine.

Minho who breaks the day after he'd made a pact with himself to hold out. In the daze of his morning wood and being two seconds from sleep again, he rolled onto his front on his bed. Minho bunches his blankets up into a wad, then presses into it, a reedy sound leaving his mouth, unfamiliar to his own ears. It feels good, really, really fucking good, but it isn't enough. Still, it doesn't stop him from trying. He ruts pitifully into the blankets, chasing after a release he knew he wouldn't find, leaking precum in his briefs. It's embarrassing, how badly he needs it, how desperately he's trying for it -- but there's nobody home. Everyone left early this morning, so he was safe to do this for a little while, until he gets frustrated and takes a cold shower instead.

Minho, who forgot Yongbok's friend had spent the night and had promised to wait around for him to get back from schedules so they could go shopping, or out to eat, or whatever. The friend who Yongbok had made promise she would bring Minho breakfast in the morning, so that he wasn't fumbling around the kitchen himself. Minho had told him that he didn't need that, that he wouldn't want his friend going out of her way for him, but he refused to listen, and so did she. Which was surprising, she's usually pretty quiet, but the sudden headstrong attitude started him into silence and acceptance. "No earlier than 7AM," he told her, "I'll at least try to sleep in."

Minho, who doesn't hear the perfunctory knock on the door before it opens at 7:05 (of course she is close with Yongbok, because he barely waits half a second before opening the door after a halfhearted knock as well -- he doesn't care what he sees when he ambles in, usually caught in his own head about whatever he'd come for in the first place), and only realizes that Y/N is standing there with a bowl steaming in her hands when she says, "Oh, shit, sorry," as if this wasn't embarrassing enough, Minho has to let go of the pillow he'd caught between his teeth, "I should've waited for you to reply."

Minho, who knocks his head against the mattress and gives a disbelieving laugh, because of course this would happen to him. He's at the edge of his rope, he just wants to cum, and he can't even do that without being caught humping the bed like a desperate dog. He's caught between wanting to apologize to her for seeing him like this and wanting to scold her for walking in, in the first place. He doesn't get a chance to do either because Y/N offers her help instead, gentle and not in the least bit suggestive sounding, despite what she was suggesting, "I can help you out, if you want," she told him, "Yongbokkie thinks my mouth is really good."

Minho, who really doesn't have a chance to consider what that means, because since when was Yongbok getting his dick wet? Is that why he's always so calm? How long had she been doing that? And would he be okay with her offering that to Minho? Wouldn't he be upset? Or were they not together like that? He makes a confused sound in his throat, nervous to turn around where he knew she'd be able to see how hard he was, but too mortified to stay in the position he's in. So he flipped onto his back, and tries not to wince when her gaze zeros in on his cock -- so fierce, he's sure that he could feel it burning him, "I told him to ask if you needed help, but he didn't listen to me," Y/N continued to say, "Swore up and down about how you don't like asking for help, that you'd have to really need it to accept it, and I think humping your blankets is really needing it, right?" It was a fair assessment, and he feels his ears get hot, "I'll help."

Minho, who agrees because. . .well, why shouldn't he? She's offering, and he's hard and horny and wet, and he probably isn't thinking the clearest. He'd never thought of Y/N in that way, she's always just been Yongbokkie's sweet friend and that's it, but now he can't get the image of her with his cock in his mouth (or Yongbok's cock, for that matter) out of his head. With great effort, he scoots himself up the bed, among his pillows with his back against the headboard while Y/N got herself comfortable between his spread legs. She doesn't bother to take his briefs off at first, burying her nose against the hard swell beneath the fabric and breathing in deep. His face feels like its on fire, because who just does that? And why is he so turned on by it?

Minho, whose mind is spinning because this sweet girl's mouth is made for more than gentle compliments and clunky sentences in a language Yongbok is working hard to help her with. It's made for wetting the thin fabric of his light colored briefs, sucking opened mouth kisses that add to the growing wet spot on him. He has a hard time figuring out what was from him and what was from her, but it hardly matters. He throbs and twitches with every suckle and lick while she saturates the cotton. And when he is about to start whining at her for teasing him, her fingers dip beneath the elastic and fish his cock out from the briefs. A small, contented sigh leaves her mouth, like she'd been waiting all day to get her mouth on him. The head is flushed ruddy and dripping, shiny with his own slick and she shows her tongue to wet her lips, and he's throbbing again.

Minho, who can only gasp when she says, "You really needed this, right? I would have helped sooner. I like drinking cum from pretty boys," because what is Yongbok teaching her? But before he can ask, she's swallowing his cock down in one go and he cries out like he'd never been touched in his life. It sure feels like that right now, and the tight, wet heat of her mouth makes his brain melt, and any hope for thoughts that surpass, this is good, this is good, this is good leave his head. His brain to mouth filter evaporates, he spreads his legs further, "Fuck," his eyes roll back, because if he looks at her then he'll cum and he wanted to enjoy this for a little while at least, "Who taught you to be this naughty?"

Minho, who wasn't really looking for an answer, but Y/N slips off to tongue at his slit any way, then drools a glob of spit on his shaft and fucks him with her hand, "Yongbokkie," she replied without thought, "He trained my throat really well, now I can take all of you pretty deep." All of them? He can't clarify because she's sucking his balls into her mouth and soaking them with her tongue and his mind fizzles out again. It's too much, all of it, and she does it with a practiced ease of someone who is taking a lot of cocks in her mouth and his mind is reeling with it. She slobbers and drools and sucks until she's licking back up to the tip, taking him down, down, down, until the head nudges at the back of her constricting throat.

Minho, who comes with barely a warning scraping away from his tongue but Y/N doesn't mind. She withdraws just enough so it fills up the pocket of her cheek, squeezing the base, working him through it. He thinks his vision whites out for a second, he's almost positive he might have momentarily blacked out from the intensity of it. It burns from his fingertips up through his chest, spiraling through his whole body like summer storm lightening. It's a lot, his muscles lock up, he thinks if there were any time to understand the universe it would be now after he just flooded her mouth.

Minho, who isn't sure what to expect exactly, but certainly didn't expect her to crawl back up his body, tilt his chin toward her mouth and fix their lips together. He didn't expect her to push his cum into his mouth either, in a kiss so filthy and gross he knows he's going to be touching himself to it for months to come. At least he doesn't taste all that bad, as she makes him share, and he moans pretty pitifully against her tongue.

Minho, who finally opens his eyes after some time and is greeted with a smile, "Good news is, we were quick about it so your food is still warm," she tells him, "Should I feed it to you? I don't mind." And who would have thought that, with his softening cock against his thigh, and his wrists in braces, that Y/N would offer him something like that too? She'd already done too much, hasn't she? More than she'd been requested to, should he really let her feed him? Or was she joking?

Minho, who quickly finds that she isn't joking at all actually. She doesn't wait for him to answer before she's offering him rice and a sliver of egg from his bowl, holding it out toward his mouth. Minho parts his lips, she presses it inside, then gives an even bigger, triumphant smile when he hums at the taste, "It's good, hm? I made it myself."

Minho, who decides that he needs to know more about her, needs to implant himself deeper into her life, needs to ask Yongbok where he found her and if he's willing to share.

#stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #lee know smut

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bobbijojojo-blog · 4 years

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COVID-Week 3

It's fun to complain, but I have something else for a change. Bear with me because this is a turning point in my life and I need to let someone know. In this time where it feels like so much has been "taken from us" (freedom, jobs, money, stability, etc), its crazy to think of how much this time has given me in terms of gratitude. I am SO thankful for what I have right in this moment and would give anything to make sure that nothing jeopardized it in the coming days, weeks, or months.

The perspective of EVERYTHING has changed for me over the past couple weeks. It is amazing how much we have all taken for granted for so long. That doesn't mean that its not damn horrible (and the worst will come) but I'm just blissfully happy for each moment that I notice how lucky I am right now. SO lucky.The world is so jacked right now but somehow little moments where I forget what's going on around the globe, I notice the most beautiful things out of nowhere.I know that this can change in a moments notice. I know that its going to be messy when it all hits the fan locally, but right now I'm so glad to have all that I have. I can breathe. I can laugh with my kids. I can tell them how much I love them. I can run and dance down the street with them where in other places streets are littered with bodies of the ones that didn't make it. Can't you guys see that every single minute that things aren't worse than they are right now, we are SO fortunate! Right now I have a silver lining and I'm going to bask as long as I can.

I've always been in love with my sadness. My eternal pessimism has always defined me. The glass is always half empty...or more for me. Until now-now I realize that I could have nothing in my glass at all.

It's like for every crappy part of this, I can find SOMETHING that I've gained. Ok, so it sucks homeschooling mainly because I feel SO bad that the kids have lost absolutely every social connection to the outside world overnight, BUT being forced to work with them on it all have shown me what a kick ass reader Myla is and how eager she is to make me proud, It's given me an appreciation for how intense Jonas' work can be an how much focus has to go into his learning. He's the bomb at math, but now I'm forced to slow down and pay attention to all the little things that I've always been "too busy" to notice. Also-teachers rock! WOW. I've been learning how wasteful I've been for all of my adult life. I'm learning to cut back and truly acknowledge what is essential and what is excessive-- how to make each dollar count a little more. Before, I might have made one meal with a big pack of chicken (on the rare occasion that I cooked opposed to opting to eat out)-now I can stretch the same chicken into 3 meals AND instill in my kids that if you don't want to eat what I cook, I'm not cooking you a second meal. Also, I/we worked hard to buy that food and invested time planning, thinking, and cooking it so you gonna eat it!

I'm being FORCED to teach my kids limits and boundaries where again, I never "had time" before, now its the essence of our survival with them being home and confined for months with only each other as company. I've spent time appreciating fresh air from my porch and watching the sun set on blooms of trees. I'm learning to plan things and follow through because to disappoint the kids at a time where their whole world has changed overnight, how could I engulf myself in stupid things that waste my time and make them feel ignored. I haven't spent days wallowing in bed with depression (well, maybe just one) because there's too much to do to waste that much time in self pity. Time to get my panties out of a wad and not be too good to smile at people at random. We're all in the same damn boat now and the reality that I could be out of a job, home, food in just a matter of weeks just like millions that are there already gives me insight that most of us are vulnerable. We're all human. Were all conflicted, scared, shocked, moving through denial together and learning how life will never be the same after this.

I don't know. Its sad that it takes something as catastrophic as a pandemic to show me that I've been really copping out on life when it gets tough, dodging my problems, wasting my time on things that don't matter. Shit, I even forgave my mom AND found a way to enjoy her company. I've always been a little off my rocker, but now I can find some humor in it. I can embrace my weirdness a little more and truly have a "take me how I am or leave me" mentality in regard to being liked by people around me. I spend way too much time caring if people are talking about me, or think I'm a nut, or just whatever. So anyway, I hope I can hold onto those values I've learned in 3 short weeks. You can see how disasters like previous pandemics, war, recession, poverty have shaped people of different generations for decades and made them more appreciative and I'm confident that I won't take as much for granted after all this is over as long as we all (the people I love) make it out on the other side. If I can accomplish making sure that my kids have me to annoy them for years to come and not having to leave their side in such a scary time, I will consider myself blessed.

I needed to pat myself on the back, because learning those lessons in humility have not been easy <3 I've been thinking all these "things" but needed to see them in words. I hope this message reaches someone who needs it.

#covid #gratitude #therapy #journaling #pandemic #perspective

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