Hey Shuckface [Minho Imagines]

Minho | Hot Stuff

[warnings: heavy make out session; language]

I just came back from running and decided to change my clothes in my room. I removed my sweat soaked shirt and stared at the closet.

"Hmm," I pouted.

I was just about to put on the black sweater when I heard somebody breathe heavily.

I quickly turned around to see Minho staring at me while crossing his arms.

"Jeez, do you even know how to knock?" I exclaimed, hastily putting my sweater on.

"The word 'knock' isn't in my dictionary right now especially when the view is like that," he smirked.

"There are your raging hormones again." I rolled my eyes.

I sat down on my bed, leaning against the wall, and sighed as Minho did the same.

"Why did you come here, anyway?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just wanted to see you." he replied.

"Wow. I feel so special." I joked.

Minho turned to face me, "You look hot without your shirt on."

"I know." I said confidently, drumming my fingers on his chest.

He pressed his hand against the wall, just at the side of my head. I can't help but enjoy this feeling right now. His warmth against my body.

"Having fun?" Minho asked, smirking.

I chuckled, "Yeah, yeah."

"I know I look hot," he said, not taking his smirk off.

"Oh, get over yourself." I said.

"Hmm," he hummed, leaning closer so our faces were just inches apart.

I put my hands around his neck, feeling his warm breath through my skin.

Minho never fails to make me feel like this. Like every single time. Was it his sexual appeal? I don't even know. It's maybe because he's just too damn hot.

"What are you thinking, baby girl?" he muttered.

Baby girl.

What the fuck.

Holy shuck.

Damn.

"You." I replied shyly.

His smirk came back, then bit his lower lip. Oh shucking klunk-headed slinthead, he doesn't even know what he's doing to me.

"Shuck, don't do that," I said. I am so damned turned on I could be the one pinning him against the wall right now.

"What?" he said, biting his lip again.

"I hate you so much." I said.

"Yeah, I hate you too." Minho said, looking at me.

When I can't take it anymore, I grabbed his neck and slammed his lips to mine. I can feel Minho smiling between kisses, but he quickly kissed back.

The kiss was rough and hot, well of course, we can't keep it gentle in this situation.

Minho kissed me harder, pressing me against the wall. He pinned my arms above my head as I let out a small gasp.

He plants trail of kisses on the side of my lip, my jaw, my neck, then my collarbone. 

He pressed his body against mine, leaving no space between, if that's even possible.

He lets go of my hands, and I tugged on his hair, as he let out a quiet moan.

My other hand came to his shoulder, traveling down on his chest, then abs.

Damn.

Those abs though.

We kissed for seems like forever and I pulled away for air, but Minho came back for my lips again.

I feel like suffocating now, really.
*sarcasm*

"Wait..." I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Minho asked.

"Air." I chuckled.

"Yeah, right." He laughed, resting his forehead against mine.

I looked down for a second and noticed something...

"Is that a bo- MINHO!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Minho pulled away quickly and looked at his... you know...

"Oh," he scratched the back of his neck. "I have to go, I have some uhh," he paused. "issues downstairs."

I laughed, "No shit,"

Minho chuckled, "I'll come back, don't worry."

"Okay, whatever. Just go." I said.

He stood from his seat and made his way to the bathroom, but just as he was about to close my door, he faced me again and winked, then he shuts the door.

"Slinthead." I laughed.

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