lee minho ⊹+⋆

Minhos been your friend with benefits for a while. You two were obviously very close. You’d do coupley things together. Cuddle eachother to sleep and wake up to kisses, go on walks holding hands, bake together, do intimate things—but not with feelings. No serious feelings.

But Minho caught feelings.

He knew he wasn’t supposed to, but he got excited everytime they kissed or touched. He always doubted if you were just his friends with benefits or his actual partner. The line was too blurred. He hoped you’d be his partner someday.

Minho had you pinned to the bed, pounding into you hard. He stared at your lips as he fucked you, wishing so badly he could kiss them. It was a rule they made when they decided to become friends with benefits—no lip kisses. The rule was invented to prevent catching feelings, but that obviously failed for Minho. His hands squeezed yours tight as he growled

“Fuck, you’re killing me here… so fuckin’ tight.”