Asian Celebrities Imagines

Choi Minho: Lucky

"I'm so lucky."

Warnings: Fluff, slightly suggestive, sex mentioned.

W/C: 851

You were laying on a blanket outside in the middle of a flower field, Minho lay next to you, both of you watching the stars above, one of your hands laid on your stomach, while your other hand was in his, fingers interlocked, the cool breeze of the night nipped at your warm skin, luckily it wasn't winter, otherwise, you would have started to whine to go home early, you lift your hand and point at the sky.

"Look, look, Minho!" You say Minho couldn't help but softly giggle, he was already looking at the sky and had spotted what you were pointing at, a shooting star flying across the sky. "Make a wish." You close your eyes, making your wish, Minho turns his head to look at you, watching you with admiration in his eyes, the moonlight was shining down on your skin, making it glow up, showing off all of your beautiful features, he could never get enough of you, there wasn't a day that went by when he wasn't thinking about you or something that reminded him of you.

"I'm so lucky..." He says. "I already have everything I could wish for." You turn your head and open your eyes to look at him.

"Why do you mean by that?" You ask. "Surely there has to be something?" He turns onto his side and moves his free hand to cup your cheek, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your cheekbone.

"Because you're in my life." He says. "I think my life would have been a bit boring without you by my side." You smile at his words, your eyes seem to sparkle in the moonlight, and your nose crinkles as your smile grows wide.

"I think your life would have been interesting enough if I wasn't part of it." You say.

"I don't think it would have been." He says. "I wouldn't be here if you weren't in it." His hand moves away from your cheek and slides down your shoulder and down your arm. "I wouldn't be holding your hand like this." His hand slides down to your waist before moving to your back, without warning, he pulls you on top of him, making you giggle.

"Minho!" You giggle out, and you place your free hand against the blanket, right next to his head, steadying yourself. "A little warning next time." You lay your forehead against his, the wide smile never leaving your lips.

"I'll try to keep that in mind for next time." He says, his arm wraps around you, holding you against him, making sure you wouldn't sit upright, you bring your interlocked hands up and pin his hand against the blanket. "If you weren't here, I would be at home, preparing to go to bed."

"Isn't it something we should be doing now also?" You ask, his brown eyes stared into your eyes, and his scent surrounds you. "But instead, we're just out here watching the view tonight?"

"We wouldn't go to bed this early." He says. "We would be watching a film, or busy making a midnight snack together." You could feel his hand on your back, sliding up and down your spine. "Or we would be doing something entirely different."

"Something that we're not going to do here, Mister." You say he begins smiling, his eyes crinkling as he does.

"And why not?" He asks. "I think this is the perfect spot to do it." His eyes move down to look at your lips. "It's secluded, and everyone is at home already."

"You're not brave enough." You say, his eyes move back to yours, his lips parting at your statement.

"Excuse me?" He says. "I could decide to do it here if I wanted to." His hand moves underneath your shirt, what had started as teasing was slowly escalating. "The question is... Are you brave enough?" You close your eyes and move your hand that was pressed into the blanket to his cheek, your finger trails over this cheek and slides over his neck.

"I'm brave enough to do it here with you." You say, his breath hitches before you press your lips against his, tasting him, you could feel a shift in the mood, the kiss was becoming needier, hungrier, and his hand was now moving higher and higher up your back his fingers toying with the clasp of your bra, you break the kiss and take his jaw between your fingers. "But I'd rather not risk getting caught and being thrown in jail."

"I think we've had enough fresh air, we should go home, right now." He says, you couldn't help but start laughing, seeing him so flustered was rare, he was staring at you with his eyes blown wide open. "Come on, I miss our bed, the ground is starting to feel hard." You climb off him and stood, he quickly stands and picks up the blanket, shaking it quickly, hoping he could get off most of the dirt, he takes your hand in his and practically pulls you through the flower field, back to his car to drive you back home.

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