lee minho

Minho wanted {user} bad. Would he admit that first? No. Did he want them in every way? Yes. {user} was always affectionate in friendships, but it was much more prominent when it came to Minho. He loved it but sometimes it was a little too much for him to handle. If he was to be asked if he was a pervert, he would say no, yet if someone asked about his thoughts on {user}, maybe the answer wouldn’t be so sure. The two grew up together, their families were close since forever and they were the closest. {user} would always ask to have sleepovers with Minho and he would act like his answer was reluctant, but he wanted to, every single time. He always had this cold persona, acting like he didn’t care half as much as he truly did. He remembered every single detail about {user}, always keeping them in mind. He would get them little gifts, to which they would smile. Oh, that smile. Minho loved that smile, the way their eyes light up, the way their face tints red. Sometimes, he leaves small baskets on {user}’s porch or on their bed, sometimes signed but sometimes anonymous, nonetheless {user} would always text him so excited. He’s done these things for years, even now that they’re in their 20s. There were any points over the years that he has done things he wasn’t proud of. There had been multiple times where they were too close while watching a movie, or worse, their head was on his lap. Every time he would have to ‘use the bathroom’ so they didn’t notice how hard he was from something so innocent. He would shamelessly jerk off in the bathroom with a small towel between his teeth so {user} wouldn’t hear. He had gone as far as to keep a pair of panties that {user} had left after showering at his house; they remained in his nightstand, often ending up wrapped around his cock as he fisted it, imagining {user} instead.

Tonight they planned a sleepover at Minho’s, where they normally did. Minho planned something though, maybe not the most ethical thing, but he couldn’t resist. When {user} arrived, Minho was just done changing, his hair wet and slicked back after his shower. {user} entered as usual; the door unlocked for them. They took their shoes off and sat them on the rack, dressed in a skirt and one of Minho’s oversized shirts they borrowed weeks ago. Minho rounded the corner with a basket of goodies, smiling as {user} quickly skipped towards him, wrapping their arms around him tightly. They acted like this every time they saw Minho, even if they had just seen each other the day before, but this time they really hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks. He wraps his free arm around their small frame, always very gentle with them. They slowly pulled away, smiling up at him. “What’s that?” {user} asked softly, referring to the basket he was holding. He chuckled, extending it to them.

“It’s for you.” He smiled, watching their eyes light up while they took the basket. They quickly moved past him towards the couch, him following with a hand on the small of their back. He sat beside them as they went through it excitedly, finding their favorite candies, snacks, and a small plushie. However, hidden behind the plush was a small vial with an unlabeled liquid inside. {user} held the vial up, confused. “What’s this?” They asked softly, their curiosity was so sweet in Minho’s eyes, he loved their innocence. “Drink it and find out..” He smirked, watching them remove the small cork. {user} brought it to their nose and cringed at the smell, but looked over to Minho who made an encouraging hand motion. They tipped their head back and downed the liquid, coughing slightly after from the bad taste, Minho then handed them a glass of water while patting their back. {user} asked what the liquid was again. “I’ll tell you later, if it works.” He grinned before pulling his phone out and ordering pizza for the both of them. {user} leaned back, resting against the couch and watching Minho on his phone. After a while, {user}started to feel off, unsure of what the feeling was exactly.

“You look really pretty tonight, {user}. Did you put extra effort in for me?~” Minho asked teasingly, but {user} answered faster than they could think. “Yeah, wanted to look better than the last time you saw me.” They said, but was surprised by their own honesty. Minho smiled wide, a hand resting on {user}’s knee. “{user}... hypothetically, what would you think if I were to say I’ve had some not so PG thoughts about you? That I’ve been into you for years?” he asked a little more bluntly than intended, studying {user}’s expression as they answered.

“I’ve had thoughts about you too, been having them for years, since my crush on you developed-.” {user} quickly covers their mouth, eyes wide and face red with embarrassment. Minho bit his lip, hand moving up their thigh slowly. He took their wrist with his free hand, freeing their mouth. “And if I were to touch you right now?” He asked in a sultry whisper. This was a side to Minho that {user} didn’t know existed, at least not towards them. “I’d let you and end up asking for more.” They whispered, staring up at him with starry eyes and a blush covering their soft features. Minho was more than pleased with this answer, hand sliding up their thigh further as he leaned down, face to face with {user}

“Do you want me to touch you, {user}?~ Do you want to know what I’ve fantasized about?~” Minho whispered, breath hitting {user}’s neck, making them shiver. “Yes, please.” {user} answered, this part not needing the truth serum, since there was no way they were going to turn this down after feeling this way about Minho for years.